#Object of the Fair Award

[simdertalia]

1st Prize Watermelon

Sims 4, Base Game Compatible

Yet another item I made for my own game, that I am sharing so that I can work on Simblreen treats! This is a World of Warcraft conversion with the Sims ribbon award item added to the mesh.

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despite everything its still you…

[argothiathedreamer]

Hmmmmmmm

I am having an 'I am a fraud as a writer' moment.....

most annoying.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

The winner takes it all

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲: Scarlett Johansson just hit the peak of her career, she had everything: money power glory. One thing was missing, the Oscar. After she finally won the award she found a special way to celebrate her win with her perfect little girlfriend as a helper.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, dom!scarlett, sub!reader, alcohol use, oral, object insertion, recording of sexual activities, Oscar in places they shouldn't be, degradation

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional. I do not own these characters!

𝐀/𝐍: I swear | was drunk while writing this l'm not a weirdo okay 😭

𝐌.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Third times is the charm, right? That’s what Scarlett thought when she sat in the audience of this year Academy Awards. She was nominated for best actress for her latest movie, last time that had happened her award was stolen from her, but not today, she thought.

She sat in the big theatre room you, her younger co- star turned affair sat next to her, nervously she tapped her fingers over the armrest of the seat. “Scarlett” You called out the older actress had her eyes fixated on the still empty stage. “Scarlett?” You tried again hoping to reach through to her. “Huh? Yes, what’s the matter?” Her fingers still tapping the soft fabric of the armrest. “You’re so nervous” You slip your hand over hers “How couldn’t I be? Have you seen the competition this year? There’s no way I win against Emma Stone”

You chuckled intertwined our hands, it was dangerous you knew that, but luckily no one way paying attention to you. The fact that you shared so much more than just the screen was intoxicating to you, sneaking around the crew to share a few passionate minutes with the older actress. She made you feel the things none of your boyfriends ever could. How she touched you, loved you. But everything had to come to an end, and so did the affair you two had. “You blow them all out of the water” You assured her.

The alcohol did it’s job pretty well in Scarlett’s eyes she had had her faire share of expensive champagne glasses to calm her nerves. And then it got time for the category of best actress. The announcer had the all telling red envelope in hands opening it in exactly that moment. “The Oscar goes too” she slipped out the card “SCARLETT JOHANSSON” The theatre broke out into loud cheers and claps, Scarlett however didn’t even register her name being called she was still in a state of pure shock.

Both you and the director leaned in to give her a quick peak on the cheek and a small “You did it” before she made her way up to the stage to finally accept the thing she never thought she could get.

“You did it” You smiled at her when she made her way into her hotel room. You had sneaked off the after show party to surprise your older girlfriend. Nothing special really just a bit of champagne and lingerie but just seeing you spread out on the sheets made her crazy.

“Now what do we have here” She smirked she was clearly intoxicated and so were you. “Fuck baby girl” She groaned upon seeing your promiscuously clothed body. Later that night she had changed from the big dress to an expensive pantsuit. She slipped of her blazer placing it on to one of the hotel room’s chairs.

“You’re playing with the fire little girl” She chuckled her eyes never leaving your body. She sat her pretentious golden man on the bed side table. “I know what I’m doing” You breathed out. Your eyes meet and she down to kiss you.

Her hands slid over your exposed skin going onto your back. With skilled fingers she unclasped your bra slipping it off your shoulders only to throw it behind her. “Fuck you little slut, I’ve barely done anything and you’re nipples are already hard” Her degrading words forced a moan from your throat.

Her thumbs rolled over your hard nipples, she enjoyed seeing you squirm for her, under her. She chuckled before kissing down your stomach licking over the soft skin of your tummy.

She pressed her nose against your pubic bone taking in a deep breath. She tugged your panties from your legs tugging them into her pant pockets. She kissed your clit kitten licking the bundle of nerves. She paid extra attention to the spot because she knew how needy it made you.

She gave your cunt a few more bold licks bumping the crock of her nose against your over sensitive clit. She pushed her tongue inside your tight heat enjoying not only the taste but also the feeling of your muscles clenching around her.

“Fuck Scarlett” You moaned out your hands gripping tightly into the pillow behind your head. She kept on working you towards the edge of ecstasy until she pulled away letting you huff in annoyance all you wanted she just chuckled.

“Aw” she mocked you “Was my little girl just about to cum?” You shook your head still whining. Her eyes darted to the trophy next to you and a mischief grin was planned on her lips. You knew exactly what she was thinking about.

“Scarlett no” you said with urgency “What? I’m not doing anything” She reached out for the golden man upon closer inspection it had the right shape, you had taken bigger after all. “Well” She started her hands stroking over the stature “don’t you want to make me happy”

“I do but” Scarlett stopped me “No buts baby now spread your legs” You applied to her wishes spreading your legs for the older woman. She hummed in approval her fingers stroking through your slit collecting your wetness on her fingers.

She covers her trophy in your juices on her lips there was still this shit eating grin. She was more excited than a little kid on Christmas.

She held the cold metal against your entrance pushing the head of the stature past your hole, watching in an awe how your pussy ate the metal man.

“Fuck” She groaned as she heard the mewl sounds growing in volume the more the man disappeared. “That’s so hot” She shifted to her knees to reach out for her phone taking it from the nightstand

“I need this for my personal collection” She mumbled pointing the camera to where the Oscar was connected to your body. You both had agreed to her being allowed to videotape you, if she didn’t release it. You both knew that a leak of this video would make it onto every cover of every tabloid magazine. Did you care? Absolutely not. Scarlett even less

The feeling of the cold metal against your walls was intoxicating, you mewled and whimpered. She moved the stature in and out of your tight heat bringing you close to your release. With her skilled fingertips she played with you overstimulated clit loving how your body squirmed under her.

The camera was still on your glistering cunt the camera panting to your face twisted in pleasure. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” She smirked again throwing her phone away to pay more attention to your desperate body. “I know baby” She kissed your nipples with a few more thrust she made you see stars. She let you ride out your high before pulling out the award again watching in an awe how the cum dripped the golden man. “Scarlett” you breathed out still catching your breath “What the fuck”.

:)

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[hysteria-things]

✿ PROMISE? ✿ PART SIX.

ʚ♡ɞ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 ʚ♡ɞ

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris hang out after what feels like forever, and he finds something personal of yours under the bed. because he’s nosy, he can’t help but open it.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, that should be it :)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,034

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: changing up some things…

(dividers by @strangergraphics)

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍 disbelief, the nostalgia hitting him like a truck. nothing and he means nothing has changed about your house from when you guys were little. hell, there still was the wall by the doorway where it had your heights written in pencil. it faded throughout the years, but it’s still visible. his heart hurts when he realizes it stops at age ten.

the both of you talked as if you guys didn’t stop talking at all. “let’s chill out in my room.” you say, grabbing his hand and guiding him up the stairs.

although he was in here the other day, he didn’t get to really look around until now. your room captures you perfectly. you sigh, sitting down on the mattress that is filled with stuffed animals. you pat the spot next to you for him to take, and he does. “sorry if it’s messy.” you bite the inside of your mouth before speaking again. “now what? i was never a good host.”

“whatever you want to do.”

groaning, you get up and wipe your palms on your pants. “what i want to do is go pee. i’ll be right back.”

walking out of the room, you leave chris there alone. he rose himself off the bed and slowly walked around. he laughs to himself. he realized you became more comfortable with him again in the short hours you’ve been together, despite recent events. next to the closet door, there’s a bookshelf with a ton of books on it. the same bookshelf that was filled with dr. suess and harry potter. now, it’s filled with… interesting.

he leans down, reading the spines with furrowed brows. twisted games? the nanny? icebreaker?

stay curious for this one, chris.

next to the flatscreen TV on the wall, you have a lot of other stuff hanging up, one being your varsity award for volleyball. two pictures however stood out to him — besides the dinosaur with sunglasses painting you also have hung up. one of them is a polaroid of you and nate, recently took at the local fair. chris makes a face at that.

the other photo is of these two kids, roughly the age of seven. they look like twins; boy and girl. the rest of your family doesn’t live here, hence all of the pictures of them. because chris does nightly facebook searches to keep up, he noticed these are your cousin’s twins.

smiling softly, he thinks about how much you love your family. you’ve always been a family person, even if they aren’t here. he understands what that’s like. being in L.A. while everybody else is in boston sucks, but luckily they got a few months to be back home.

as he turns around to sit back down on the bed, he sees a notebook sticking out from under it. he doesn’t want to look through your belongings, but curiosity got the best of him. he bends over to pick it up and open it while lowering himself to sit down.

there is a note on the inside of the cover.

he skims through the pages to see how much you wrote and it is a good amount. he stops when the handwriting suddenly changes, meaning that you stopped writing for a while. the other entries had smudges on them except for the ones he landed on. this one must be new.

so, he started to read.

dear journal,

i’m sorry i ditched you for about a year and a half. i don't have an explanation for it, but lately, i’ve been itching to write. i remembered i had this journal - thanks to my cousin bethany for getting you for me for my 9th birthday. i know you’re an inanimate object, but i forgot how relaxing it is to write down my thoughts for nobody except myself.

i can’t help but cringe at what i wrote in the past, and i sincerely apologize.

“i can’t wait to marry kevin one day!”

“omg, he talked to me today!”

“i think we’re going to be together forever!”

i’m gagging just rethinking that moment. come on now.

anyway, life has been crazy lately. shoutout to the sturniolos for ditching me and acting like we didn’t grow up together! appreciate you guys for real. i’m exhausted.

the thing is, i always had trouble sleeping. i know i just said i’m exhausted, but it’s 3 AM and suddenly it feels like i’m wide awake. i just know i’m going to be grumpy for the next few days. a lot has happened ever since they left. i’ve changed, and i hate/love it at the same time.

i’ve been going out more, doing shit i shouldn’t. (don’t tell my parents…) something also happened a while ago that���s still a blur. i can’t put my finger on it. all i remember is that the police came to my door and asked me a ton of questions about somebody.

anyway, life has been happening too fast. i would appreciate it if it slows down a tad. on the upside, my mom said the rest of the family is coming here soon. i don’t know when, but soon. bethany would for sure be happy to hear i’ve started writing here again.

my thoughts are draining the second i write things on this paper, so i’m going to try and get sleep. i’ll update you whenever i can.

- y/n

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dear journal,

me again: at approximately 4 AM. today has been something else, let me tell you. my mom came up to me yesterday and told me some unfortunate news. can you guess who’s back in town? if you guessed my lovely besties, you’re correct! and do you know whose birthday it is, meaning i have to go to the party? you’ve guessed it! my BFFs!

doesn’t help that i’m on my period right now. i can’t do this shit.

either way, i had to be there for nate. he’s the one that stuck around. marylou will forever be the original best friend in my opinion. she stuck around, too. it’s her children i got a bone to pick with. (except justin. he’s cool.)

seeing them in person for the first time in so long had me tweaking. i admit that i was a bitch to them at the party, and not to be a bitch now, but they deserved it. however, when i saw chris, my first thought was about how he’s such a cutie still. i hate my mind for that.

i tried to ignore them for the rest of the party, and it was semi-successful.

- y/n

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dear journal,

you will not believe this. nick messaged me on instagram saying how sorry they were and asked to meet up at my house. for whatever reason, i said yes and they came over. we sort of cleared everything. key word, sort of.

they said they wanted me back in their life and apologized for what they did. i still need to give it time, but we do want to start hanging out again soon. i missed those dorks.

that’s until chris stopped me and asked for the note he wrote to me when we were little. the note he promised me to keep, and i obviously did. i’ll tape it here.

this little piece of paper is my favorite thing anybody ever gave to me.

- y/n

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dear journal,

sorry, i left you hanging for a few days, a lot happened in such a short amount of time.

long story short, jaiden and claudia invited me to a party. chris texted me while i was there. he seemed a bit weirded out about why i was at finn yaw’s party, but i hope he knows i wasn’t there for any specific reason. i do appreciate that he cares about my well-being, even after the downfall.

i got home not long ago and he’s texting me as i’m writing this. he just asked me to hang out tomorrow which shocked me a little, but i said yes.

not going to lie, i’m excited to hang out with chris, even though i have no idea what we’re doing. hopefully, it goes well.

- y/n

chris snaps out of it as he hears you walking back into your room, making him shove the book back under the bed. he feels kind of honored to be a part of your little notebook. “sorry, that took longer than i wanted. i had to deal with something.” you say, sitting down on the bed with a sigh. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “why are you smiling like that?”

“smiling like what?”

“like… that,” you say, circling your finger that was pointing at his face.

“no reason.” he shrugs “anyway, what’s next on the y/n agenda?”

you look around the room while biting the inside of her cheek. “are you hungry? my dad made ribs last night and it’s to die for.”

jumping up from the bed, you motion him to follow you. you walk into the kitchen, flicking on the four light switches that are on the wall. you waltz over to the fridge and open it, going on your tippy toes to grab the container on the top shelf. “how many do you want?” you ask, going on your tippy toes once again to grab paper plates in the upper cabinet.

“three is fine. do you need help?”

you shake your head. “no, i got it.”

chris stands by the island that separates the kitchen from the dining room. he leans against it, watching you plop three ribs onto his plate and only one on yours. you take his plate in your hands and reach up to the microwave. you stick your tongue out and groan. you’re struggling because of how short you are since the microwave is on the wall above the oven.

“i got it.” he chuckles, grabbing the plate from your hand and sticking it in the microwave. his hand grazes the side of your arm as he puts in two minutes and presses start. you cross your arms without looking at him. “i could’ve gotten it.”

“yeah, right.”

sitting there for two minutes feels like ten before the microwave finally goes off. you start running to the microwave but he stops you. “i don’t want you to hurt yourself by reaching for it. i got it.”

he takes the plate out and feels a rib with his finger. he nods. “it’s good.”

“okay.” you say with a low tone. he looks towards you to see you staring at your rib that still lies cold on the plate. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t think i want this anymore.” you quickly open the container, plop it back in, and stick it back in the fridge.

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𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 sitting in your room, matt had to come pick his brother up. you and chris are currently standing on the front porch, having one last word with each other. matt is waiting in the van at the end of the stairs.

“it was nice hanging out with you again,” you say shyly. “we should get everybody back together soon.”

“i agree.” he smiles “i’m sure i’ll text you later.”

getting closer to him, you pull him into a hug. it was abrupt, but he hugged you back of course.

then, the horn of the van beeps causing you to jump and pull away. “can you hurry the fuck up? nick is waiting for us at home and is obnoxiously annoying. mom also made dinner.” matt screams from the window.

“i’ll see you around,” chris says, jogging down the stairs. he gets in the passenger seat and grabs the seat belt to strap himself in. matt waves to you, which you graciously return.

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𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 them to get home. they live close to your house, and the duration is no longer than five minutes. he takes off his shoes at the door as his phone vibrates from getting a text.

y/n😶‍🌫️

thanks for today

i had fun :)

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[kpoplustzone]

Taming Big Boobed Bitches - Chapter 1- Seolhyun

One of the most prominent groups in K-pop history was Girl's Generation. The number of people who lusted after the perfect bodies of the idols in the group was large. All of them were beautiful and especially sexy. Korean men would go crazy for them just by looking at their Images.

Seolhyun sat in front of the mirror, looking at her perfect, fair face. The youngest of the group has always been conservative, but now, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a tingle run through her spine.

She never felt she was sexy, but now looking at her reflection and her perky boobs almost spilling out of her dress makes her excited. Even the stylist was surprised when she told them that she wanted to wear this dress. She wanted to show that her body was sexy. Her perky breasts, her milky thighs, her perfectly long legs What others around her didn't know was that she was fully naked under her clothes. She was not wearing anything underneath. She could feel her nipples erect just by rubbing the fabric of the dress. The sensation of the nipples rubbing along the dress fabric as well as her bare pussy just covered by her long dress.

She could feel that she had changed in just one week. All of this was due to that man, who made her body feel sensitive just by his touches. Just by thinking about him, her folds started leaking. The big, thick cock that ravaged her. Her perky boobs, which were squeezed and manhandled by him. She could not even fight back but was forced into submission by him. After that, she went crazy for his cock.

Seohyun squeezed her thighs together, thinking about his hard cock. She wanted him, but now was not the time. She had an award function to attend, and maybe after the award function he would fuck her senseless. Her body was aching for him. He wanted her to be naked under her dress. She wanted to show him her sexy side, so she chose this dress. She clutched her dress, which was just clinging on to her boobs, and wanted to pull it up but decided not to do so.

A sly smile formed on her lips. She was going to tease him throughout the drive. She wanted him to drive hard throughout the journey so that could be her revenge against him for making her weak on her knees for his cock.

Seohyun looked once more in the mirror and walked out of the room. She could see him standing outside near her car. Just a week ago, she wouldn't have even noticed him, but now her breath has fastened as she looks at him. The gray hair and the sly smile on his face He was looking at her like prey.

He looked from her toe to her face, and his gaze stopped at her exposed cleavage. Seeing the amount of her tits that were bulging out made him lick his lips. He wanted to taste them as soon as possible. Her tits were the perfect size, and he made them his. The beautiful woman who was an object of fantasy for millions of people was his b*tch.

Seohyun looked at the old man who was standing near her car with lust filling his face. Who could have thought that gorgeous idol Seohyun was having crazy sex with her driver, who was many years older than her?

I will be writing the second chapter with the sex scene about her and the driver. I am going to make this a series and include several idols and actresses, like a harem story. The situations will be different and exciting. What will happen when Seohyun enters the car? What happened when he first fucked her?

[persage]

The Sweetest Thing-S. HARRINGTON

Summary : Getting back to your normal life is difficult, everyone faces it in their own way. Lately you've been baking non-stop and no matter how bad you are at it, Steve Harrington will eat every single cake you make just to see you happy. However, he will be forced - literally - to tell you the truth after the umpteenth food poisoning.

Tags: None, just pure Fluff and Steve Harrington being head over hells for you

I just wanna thank @i-always-come-back-xoxo for the amazing idea!

"No! No it won't happen again. Ever. I object" Dustin shakes his head forcefully to underline his words and reaches out to push away Steve Harrington's hands while he is squeezing a dangerously ugly looking cupcake and bringing it to the mouth of the kid, in an ambush from which Dustin feels - to be completely honest - rather threatened. And no, the little purple butterfly made of sugar that you have put as a decoration doesn't improve the situation at all, which is simple and also frightening: in recent weeks, you have had a craving for making cakes and pastries that no one understands but that everyone indulges in. Like a particularly sadistic Santa Claus who enjoys giving terrible and almost poisonous gifts, you give them to your friends and any excuse is good for doing so: Jonathan's first job as a newspaper photographer, Nancy's college acceptance letter, Will's award for his painting, the compliments Lucas has received from the basketball coach and Max learning a new skate stunt or Mike's B in chemistry. Even Suzie's birthday is an occasion for you to bake a cake and you don't care if she lives far away and you don't  know her at all, it's is still an excuse to give Dustin something sweet to eat since he won't be able to be with her.

Today's excuse is the Eleven's  C in the  grammar test, not an achievement that deserves a disproportionate amount of cupcakes, as she herself admits, so when you show up at the cabin in the woods with a frighteningly large basket of sweets, the expressions of your friends is not enthusiastic at all and even if you prefer to ignore it you really notice it and silently walk away to smoke.

"Now you eat this damn cupcake" Steve scolds him, trying to force the food into Dustin's mouth, who disgusted rejects it again. He cares about this stupid cupcake like his own life depends on it, maybe Steve will never admit it outloud and he thinks he's also pretty good at hiding it, but he hates to see you sad and cares very, very much about you. To be fair Robin says he doesn't hide it at all, that he's completely incapable of doing it, physically. Hiding his crush on you would be like asking him to go against gravity.

"I don't have a crush!" That's all he can answer.

"I don't want to die! This is torture Steve" Dustin almost screams and Steve slaps him on the back of the head to make him stop. He doesn't want you to hear. "He's not entirely wrong." Robin backs him up, smelling another cupcake and quickly pulling it away from her nose. "I think it's charred" she comments, watching it crumble in her hands. "Yes this is disgusting and y/n will never have to know it, so you" Steve points at Robin. "and you" He then points to Dustin. "And you all will eat what she has made for us with so much love" There is something authoritative in Steve's tone and if it wasn't for Nancy, who certainly isn't scared by her ex boyfriend freaking out about a dessert, maybe to be honest Jonathan would be folded from Harrington's words .

"You know I love y/n but we've been eating everything she makes for weeks. Someone should really tell her baking it's not for her"  The Wheeler girl says crossing her arms over her chest and glancing towards the window where she can see you fidgeting with your cigarette between lips.

"Do you want to break her heart Nance? No because this would certainly be the perfect way to do it" Steve comments as Mike rolls his eyes. "Yes, but in this way y/n destroys my stomach" It is his ironic intervention  but he is also more annoyed than the others. Insensitive, insensitive Wheeler, Steve thinks, shaking his head. Is it possible that no one understands you except him? Steve looks for a while at the cupcake he holds in his hands like a bullet that could kill him, then he turns towards you, beyond the glass of the window the sunlight reflects on your hair and you are so beautiful, so damn beautiful and sweet and special that the idea that others don't know how to appreciate you drives him crazy. He doesn't want to admit it but your new cooking fixation almost scares him, he's afraid there's something worrying you that you can't talk to them about.

The truth is that your friends are facing big changes, some of them are really becoming adults and some others are growing up before your eyes and you have the feeling of standing still, of doing nothing for them, of not being good enough to show them that you love them and that they are your family: that's why you bake, because you feel it's the only way you can give them something of your own, a piece of you, of your time and effort. Yet their expressions make you fear that you have exaggerated, that you are always too much, that you are wrong. You've always had this problem, you don't know half terms and half measures, if you love you love deeply, hard to the point of perhaps making people hate you. That's why you never had the courage to let yourself go with feelings, that's why after years you still haven't told Steve that you love him or Nance that she's your best friend or Max that she's the sister you never had. You try not to think about it and with the last draw of your cigarette you find the courage to go back inside.

"Don't do it Steve" Robin whispers, seriously worried. " It could be carcinogenic"

"Dude" Dustin says placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I have loved you"

Steve looks at the cupcake uncertainly, his attention is captured by the door that opens revealing your figure. He smiles at you, hoping that in these weeks of terrible ordeals, you've finally learned something and with an almost trembling hands he brings the dessert to his mouth. It only takes one bite to realize you haven't learned anything and to realize that Steve Harrington has only two options: spit it out now and let you down forever (erasing any chance of success in his 5-step plan to get married and have kids with you in the future within the next four years) or end up in hospital with a second food poisoning within a month. Needless to say, he chooses the latter, without a doubt and without thinking too much about it. Honestly he would do it again a thousand times anyway.

"Mhhhh it's the best thing I've ever eaten" He says, pretending so badly that your gaze goes from the still full basket to Steve's now white face - which has lost color all of a sudden - and then to the doubtful expressions of the others . Max is the first to approach the basket, silently grabbing a cupcake and eating it with a smile on her face closely followed by Lucas and Will, who approaches you to give you a kiss on the cheek and thank you. "Next time I want Eggos though" El comments, giggling as she bites her muffin. You smile and nod. "For you Eggos El, got it"

"You don't eat it?" Jonathan asks you, taking a second bite with difficulty. “Oh no, I'm not a big fan of desserts… They're all for you” you reply, giving him the biggest smile in the world. A smile so wide and happy that Steve has never seen a more beautiful one, for this reason he nudges Jonathan without restraint when he ironically replies. "Oh you're lucky, good choice"

"You should try them you don't know what you're missing" Robin hastens to comment, glancing at her best friend. "Next time, I promise" And now all eyes are on Steve, because it's clear that there doesn't have to be a next time and it's clear that he'll have to tell you. After all, the brilliant idea of ​​lying to you about your baking skills was his, from the beginning.

Love makes people do stupid things, like let themselves be poisoned like this.

Two days later they all have stomach problems, someone more, others less, and Steve receives a call from Nancy, lying in bed with a vomit pan next to her. The conversation sounds more like a threat than a chat between friends . "Tell her" she simply orders without admitting replies, then she hangs up. The only survivor of this sweet massacre is Eddie, who was unable to eat anything due to his allergies. "I'll find a recipe for you too" You swear to him. "Oh you don't have to bother y/n, really." He pauses the "I'm serious, don't do it" He chuckles.

His presence during these days prevents you from missing others too much and Steve has to admit - as well as being a little jealous - that he hates Munson because it also prevents you from noticing the amazing coincidence that all the people who has eaten your cupcakes are now sick. And if you don't notice it by yourself it means that Steve will have to tell you and he really,  really doesn't want to. He's not ready.

But it happens, when he decides to visit you on a Monday morning and catches you in the act. You open the front door for him with a quantity of flour on your face, clothes and face that looks like you blew up a whole package, and he can't to hold back a  laugh while he wipes your nose. "Has a hurricane passed?" He asks.

"I'm still having trouble organizing myself when I bake, but I'll improve on this too" You reply, walking towards the kitchen as he follows you.

"What are you baking?" He question uncertainly, analyzing the bowls on the table. "I'm trying to make a cake for Eddie, you know with his allergies he never got to taste anything" You reply. Eddie, Steve tries to ignore his stupid jealousy. "That's nice of you" He crosses his arms over his chest while he watches you go back to kneading with far too much violence, so much so that it seems you're tormenting the flour. "You should be more delicate in your movements" He advises you. You roll your eyes. "Isn't it enough for you to be an altet , prom king and the hero of the city, now also a baker! Then what, a chef? A rockstar?" You try to hide irritation in your voice, the truth is that for once you want to be good at something and you want Steve to notice. He sighs and goes to wash his hands before walking up to you, he gets behind you and grabs your  own hands, showing you the right movement.

"You know when I turned twelve my mother stopped organizing my birthdays, she was never there and neither was my father. Sometimes they even forgot to call me, let alone buy a cake. So I decided to do it by myself, no, not buying the cake but making it myself. Cooking helps me, it's not only the fact that I had to learn to survive on my own relatively early, but it helps me de-stress." You turn to him, blinking without words. You've never thought his situation was so terrible, Steve has always masked the absence of his parents and his own traumas behind a smile and even now, although there is a sort of melancholy in his eyes, he continues to smile. Suddenly your problems, your anxieties seem small and useless and you feel ashamed of them.

"I'm sorry" You whisper, voice coming out broken.

"And for what?"

"I've never noticed" He comes closer, caresses your hand so small under his. "Hey. That's okay, I'm just saying that I can help you. I have a thousand talents by the way" He plays down and you smile.

"I feel I'm getting pretty good."

This time Steve can't mask the change of expression and this time you can't ignore it.

"What's up?" You ask uncertain.

"I've come to tell you something" He begins, continuing to squeeze your hands gently. "We appreciate what you do, really.."

"But?" You interrupt him, trying to stop the intrusive thoughts: but you're exaggerating, but we think you're crazy, but we're not your friends, but you should give us our space.

"But y/n, I don't know how to tell you... you're a bad baker. Like terrible to be honest. " You stay silent as a weight lift from your heart. "Oh God I really don't want to offend you, we've tried to wait to tell you but yesterday Nance called me, she threw up again, she was feeling terrible and so were the others and they couldn't take it anymore" You burst out laughing. "Are you telling me that in recent weeks you have been ill and still have continued to eat my desserts?" He nods, relieved to see you calm and happy. He doesn't know why he expected to see you cry, I mean it's  y/n we're talking about, the same girl who bravely fought so many monsters, he knows you're strong, he really does but maybe this is what love is: wanting to avoid any disappointment, even the smallest. And Robin is right, there's no reason to keep denying it, Steve Harrington loves you with every part of his being.

"I forced them to eat lately, they were starting to rebel against the idea, that's why they've sent me to tell you"

You shake your head. "You are crazy, you shouldn't have eaten this crap." You say, pulling free from Steve's grip only to point at the misshapen dough. "But you all are also adorable. You are" You continue.

"We love you and we know you do it for us. And also we had hope you would have improved at some point to be honest" He explains, without moving away from you, so close that you're almost crushed between his body and the table. He smells like home and safety and all the good things in life.

"I think this cooking thing is more a way to erase the fear you know, not only to show that I care about you all. It helps me, keeps the nightmares away. Sometimes when I can't sleep I cook and I feel better" You explain, with a little shame bowing your head. With his hands still covered in flour, Steve grips your chin between two fingers, gently he raises your head so that you can look at him and his dark eyes are filled with an emotion that you don't remember ever having seen or felt, so intense that a shiver runs down your spine. He would like to take all of your nightmares, your bad memories, your pain and make them his and if he could go back in time he would do everything to keep you out of this cursed story of the upside down even if this means erasing years of your relationship and returning to the starting point: when Steve Harrington was a douchebag you deeply hated. He would, to make your life better, but he can't and all he is able to do is give you comfort and everything he owns.

"It's honestly way better than our ways of copying, I mean Nancy literally has an arsenal in her room, Jonathan needs to smoke at least a joint to sleep, Robin calls me every damn night and makes me talk to her until she falls asleep, sometimes she runs away from home to come to me cause she knows damn well she will find me awake. And you know what's my brilliant method is? To guard the house, walking around like a zombie  with the bat in my hands. I keep it under my bed and sometimes I hit the air for no reason so trust me you are handling this  way better than us." Without thinking about it you throw yourself into his arms, clinging to his torso and hiding your face in the hollow of his neck, moved by an inexplicable overwhelming affection.

"You know you might come over here sometimes, if you can't sleep." You confess, realizing too late how out of place and misunderstandable your words are. But he hugs you back and places a kiss on your head and you are glad Steve can't to see your face turning red.

"Does anyone need cooking lessons here then?" He asks laughing, while he lets his hands dirty with flour run through your hair, caressing it and at this point you don't even care anymore who's dirtying who, there's just you and him and the burning smell of something you left in the oven, the minty scent of Steve and his words.

"Someone told me there's a great teacher around"

He puffs out his chest in satisfaction and pulls away from you just far enough to look you in the eye.

Sooner or later he will tell you that he loves you, it will happen because he feels his heart overflow, it will happen because he feels that it is his destiny. You are. And you will bake a cake together for your birthday then maybe, if he is lucky enough, for your children's ones. One day, not today. Today he is just your friend Steve who teaches you how to cook, who erases your fears, who creates new happy memories with you and promises to always be there. There is nothing more precious in the world.

[fromdickinsonwithlove]

Hailee Steinfeld at the the 95th Academy Awards Vanity Fair Afterparty

She came out of hiding to kill me. This feels targeted Miss Steinfeld and I have zero objections

[rottenpumpkin13]

Ok so I really wanna ask something 🙏🏽

How do you think this all panned out? After Genesis discovered the truth, did he ever actually confront his foster parents when he came to Banora? You know..before he killed them? Was it quick or did his parents desperately try to reason with him before their demise? In my mind I can imagine Gen was kind of losing it from the hurt and betrayal, especially for him and his clones to go out and slaughter all the townspeople but idk

I'm a sucker for angst (as we all are around here) x

The degradation not only affected his body but also his mind profoundly—though it does not excuse his actions. I know It's widely accepted that Genesis's parents were assholes, but I like to give them nuance like every parent in the franchise (minus Hojo fuck him) and make them dismissive, but caring in their own way, and it stems from a scene that I've overanalyzed to shit:

In that scene where Zack and Tseng find Genesis in the factory, Zack says that Gen's parents would’ve given Shinra false information without the need for threats, and Genesis’s demeanor completely shifts. In an earlier scene, Lazard alludes to how his parents could be lying to cover for him, so what was Genesis’s reaction here? Guilt? Anger because Zack pointed out his parents were loyal? Anger because Zack insinuated that his parents cared for him and Genesis knew they didn't?

He goes from lounging on the ground, seemingly smug and unaffected with his little Loveless copy, to abruptly standing up, proclaiming, "My parents betrayed me. They have always betrayed me from the very beginning," and hurling a ball of fire at Tseng. I might be reading too much into this, but that scene always stuck out to me.

In any case, you’ve given me a really good prompt and you asked for angst! So here you go:

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He wasn’t blind to how privileged he was, even as a child. He knew some children in the village with unhappy home lives and parents who did not speak to each other, others whose financial conditions wrecked their families. Genesis became hyper-aware of that privilege when his best and only friend became one of them. Angeal lost his father young, being raised by a single mother in the latter half of his youth who did not make enough to support both herself and her son.

And then he met Sephiroth, another victim of an unhappy childhood, who had no parents and grew up confined to the walls of the same company that curated his birth.

Genesis was the odd one out in their trio, the only one who knew what a stable home life was like, to have two healthy parents—although he was not a healthy child. He was the only one who did not know what it was to not come home to two people at the end of the day, to not have every one of your whims indulged in. Granted, weren’t perfect.

As a child Genesis would call them strict. Genesis grew up needing to be perfect, to make them proud, someone that they could gloat over, which was why they posed no objection when he wanted to join SOLDIER. His father was a proud man, a prominent figure in Banora’s gentry, head of a house older than Banora itself. But he was fair, which was one of Genesis’ favorite qualities about him. He never discouraged his son’s theatrics, seeing them as opportunities for prestige. So he allowed Genesis fencing lessons, writing, and theater, and agricultural pursuits, all under the condition that he excelled in all areas. Genesis was set on pleasing them as a child, vying to be the best, the most awarded, and to give his parents all the awards they wanted.

This pleasing attitude began to wane when he hardened into a young man. He longed for independence, making use of his hidden base in the Banora mines, oftentimes favoring his hiding spot over his room back at home. Suffocated by his parents and their demands, he longed for independence, to move to the city and make a name for himself.

The arguments in the Rhapsodos house were plentiful when Genesis had grown into a reckless and headstrong teenager, always combative in his replies and with a tongue sharper than his sword.

But people grow and change, as did Genesis. He became a proud man, just like his father. Perhaps all the years he ingrained in Genesis's head that he needed to be the best finally got to him, and the need to be loved, glorified, and perfect became him.

His relationship with them became better as an adult, although his mother never changed.

Genesis understood his mother, granting her the compassion he did not give his father in his youth. She was at times overbearing, always fussing over him, with a hand over his forehead making sure his temperature was fine and an eye so critical and vain one would’ve thought he inherited from her had he been her biological son.

Mrs. Rhapsodos could not have children of her own, an upsetting condition to have with a social circle that prided itself over their heirs. The couple eagerly accepted the sickly baby when Shinra offered him to them. By their understanding, the baby had been a failure, not meeting Hollander’s standard and unfit to be theirs. The Rhapsodos did not see him that way. For people who had longed for a child, the one they were given was perfect beyond comparison. And perfect he would be, no matter how hard they would have to push him.

As a child, Genesis was careful not to track mud into the house. Springs in Banora were rough, with rain so insistent on decimating the local plantation, that it turned even the finest sand on the ground into mud. Mrs. Rhapsodos liked her plush white carpets, and Genesis knew the punishment for sullying the polished floors of the house would be severe. She knew where to hit her son where it hurt, knowing where he kept his flashlight he used to read late at night—unaware that the mako and enhancements in Genesis’s blood made him fit to see at night—and she knew to confiscate his books—unaware that when Genesis really liked a book, he memorized it to not need the pages to entertain himself.

It was a silly story to tell now as a man, trudging through the mud and rainfall in the middle of a Banora spring. He was coming back from Hollander’s lab with a stack of files under his arm, their contents so horrific that he thanked the rain for concealing his tears from any passersby. They had given him indefinite leave after the events in the training room. The wound in his shoulder wasn’t getting better, his duties were getting harder to fulfill by the day, so they sent him home until his condition improved.

But Genesis didn’t plan on staying there for long, especially after what he had just discovered, after what Hollander had confessed to.

His already fragile mind was a wreck.

Genesis didn’t bother to kick off his muddy boots when he went inside the house that day, watching the debris stain the white carpet, like the disbelief and rage quietly rolling off his shoulders. He rejected the maid who tried to get him to take his wet coat off, holding the files closer to him as he walked through the house. He heard laughter and the sound of talking and soft piano coming from the parlor room. It blended with the sound of his heavy breathing and footsteps. He stood at the doorway, holding the files tighter than before, forcing himself to look at them.

The question ‘Why?’ came in and out of mind, leveling with the hurt in his chest that refused to go away, competing with the pain in his shoulder that had become constant. His father sat at the piano, playing a few keys as he debated with his mother. She sat on the opposite armchair, working through her correspondences while they talked. As soon as their son’s presence became known, their conversation stopped at once.

Had he been a boy, he would’ve worried about his mother scolding him for the mud. Now he just stared at her. Mother was such a strong term.

“Genesis?” She sounded concerned and nothing but, putting her book down and rising from her seat at once. “Have you been out in the rain in your condition? Goddess help me,” she sighed, reaching instinctively for his wet coat, stopping to wipe away the rainwater from his face. “The cold can’t be good for your shoulder, darling.” He let her tug his coat away, keeping the files close to him. “What would happen if you caught a cold to complement your injury? What would people say? They'd think we're killing you to collect checks, that's what.”

His father rose from the piano, looking at him just as he did when he was a naughty child, staying out too long in the rain with Angeal and coming back with scraped knees.

“What were you doing out?” he asked, sinking his hands into the pockets or his trousers, looking at Genesis from his muddy shows to his wet hair. “Where did you go? Did anyone see you like that?”

Genesis stood still, watching.

He felt his mother's hand on the bandaged part of his shoulder, muttering something about having them changed and sterilized again.

“I went to visit Dr. Hollander,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “No one who matters saw me in this state, rest assured.”

His father nodded. “Is it your injury? Has the pain gotten worse?”

Genesis shook his head. “Just some conversation.” He glanced down at the files in his arms. “I needed to clarify some…things.” So many things.

His cryptic words fell on deaf ears to his mother, who gave his wet coat to a house staff before turning her attention back to him. “I’m going to run you a proper bath. The only thing you're going to achieve by bathing in the rain is an early grave.”

His mother brushed the wet hair out of his eyes. She was irritated, but she meant well, even if Genesis’s fortified mental state was slipping before he could realize that.

“I don’t think the rain can promise me something I already have.”

His mother's hand froze. “Genesis,” she said warningly.

His father laughed, likely trying to alleviate the tension and play into his son’s dark humor. “

Genesis looked down at her. He wasn't sure if none of it made sense, or if everything fell into place so perfectly he could no longer deny the absurdity of his life so far. His name was Genesis, for god's sake. The first one. The failed one. Half of Project G. Soon to be martyred for his belief that he could be anything but what he was born as—broken.

He shook her off, turning his back and starting out of the parlor. “I can take care of that bath myself. Excuse me.”

They were complacent in his pain right now. It could've been avoided if they had been honest with him from the beginning, instead of cradling him in lies.

“Are you sure?” She pressed. Genesis had started up the stairs when he was forced to look back at her again. It hurt every time he had to.

She was leaning on the edge of the banister. His father had come out to look at him too. They both looked concerned. It sickened him. How could they still feign concern even now? He was dying. It had already been done.

“I'm sure.” His voice cracked. He continued up the stairs, trying his hardest not to look at the photographs on the wall, the ones where the three look like a happy family, like he was their son instead of a fostered science project they were being paid to keep.

“Angeal called while you were out,” his father said. “He and Sephiroth have been trying to contact you. They told us to have you call them when you're home.”

Genesis nodded. “I'll see to it. Thank you.”

“I hope you haven't been ignoring them,” his father continued. “Need I remind you that a rift between the three of you could end up in the news.”

Genesis rolled his eyes.

When he reached the top, he leaned against the corner. He would never admit it to himself but he had to catch his breath after activities as minuscule as pulling his weight.

From there, he could hear their soft voices at the bottom when they thought he was out of earshot.

“You don't think it's scarlet fever again, is it?” his mother asked, exasperated. “He did look a bit red.”

His father hummed in amusement. “His hair is red and so is half of his wardrobe.”

“You know what I mean!”

He could hear a clinking glass that told him his father had gotten into the liquor at the table at the bottom of the steps. “Boys his age are complicated. How would you feel if you were put on leave for an injury you had no promised cure for?”

“Surely Dr. Hollander will—”

“I wouldn't put your faith in that man if I were you.”

“You watch your mouth. Hollander has done more to try to help him than any other doctor.”

“I'm being realistic, dear.” There was a pause. “The best we can do for him right now is pray and be here for him with whatever he needs.”

A choked cry from his mother. “Oh, my poor boy…Do you think he's lonely? He's away from his friends.”

Genesis could practically feel his father shake his own head as he took a sip of his brandy. “From what Angeal said, it's my understanding that he's not speaking to either Sephiroth or him.”

His mother huffed. “They were such good friends. He and Angeal have been attached at the hip since they were infants, and Sephiroth has been an amazing influence on him, don't you think?”

“Sephiroth did deliver the blow, dear.”

She gasped. “He's mad at him. Oh, what have I told that boy about holding grudges? Stubbornness that severe leads to a life of loneliness and unpopularity.”

“He's in pain, dear.”

“I'll go run him that bath, and perhaps drown him in oils if that is what it takes to wipe that frown off of his face. Goddess forbid anyone see him in that state. What would people say?”

Genesis heard his mother shuffling up the stairs. He stayed still. A single teardrop rolled down his cheek. He felt light-headed, gripping the wall for support as he caught his breath.

His father sighed disapprovingly. “He's a grown man—”

“—and as frail as he was the day we got him,” Mrs. Rhapsodos snapped.

Weeks passed, and Genesis found himself back at SOLDIER, back to his duties despite Sephiroth and Angeal’s reservations. Their conversations were rocky, with Genesis keeping to himself mostly, and opting to open up to Angeal mostly.

His shoulder still ached, a constant reminder of his vulnerability, but he pushed through the pain, determined to prove himself capable.

Returning to the familiar routines of SOLDIER life, Genesis buried himself in his work, throwing himself into missions with a fervor that bordered on recklessness. He sought solace in the adrenaline of battle, the rush of combat temporarily numbing the storm in his mind.

The revelations from his visit to Hollander lingered in his mind. He needed to do something, to act quickly and find a cure.

But as the days turned into weeks, Genesis found himself increasingly isolated, the rift between him and his friends widening with each passing day. Sephiroth and Angeal's concern only served to fuel his resentment, their attempts to reach out were met with cold indifference from him.

Genesis seized the first opportunity to embark on that mission to Wutai, abandoning the dreaded company that ruined his life, he found himself at the helm of a formidable force, half of SOLDIER standing behind him.

He did see his parents again after that. He confronted them the same week he returned with his army. Screams echoed through the halls of the old house, mingling with the sounds of shattering glass and the metallic tang of blood staining his hands. Tears streamed down his face as he unleashed the full force of his fury on his surroundings, refusing to address them as anything but mere strangers.

He hurled threats and accusations, his voice raw as he demanded answers, refusing to relent until they finally confessed.

His mother pleaded with him to let go of his anger. He told her that he was no son of hers. It was too late for reconciliation, and that night was the last he saw them.

Despite the pain and regret that gnawed at their hearts, his parents understood his reaction. They grappled with their own remorse, haunted by the realization that they had failed him in more ways than one. They lamented their shortcomings, wishing they had been more understanding, less rigid, more nurturing.

But their regrets remained unspoken, buried beneath layers of guilt and shame. And when the Turks came searching for Genesis in Banora, they chose to keep their encounter with him a secret, pleading with them, telling him that he was sick and not in his right mind.

In the end, their silence spoke volumes. Shinra got no information about Genesis's whereabouts from them, even if they knew about what was being done down at the factory.

Amidst the chaos of the degradation consuming his mind and body, there came fleeting moments of lucidity, like brief flickers of a dying flame in his mind. Genesis found himself trapped in an echo chamber of desperation, his thoughts consumed by the haunting verses of LOVELESS, recited on autopilot like a broken record.

For a time, he drifted in a haze, his vision clouded by hallucinations of grand battles and elusive cures, lost in a world of his own making. He moved through the motions of life like a puppet on strings, his once sharp mind dulled by the relentless onslaught of his deteriorating condition.

Autopilot became his default state, his every action guided by instinct and prophecy rather than reason. He grew distrustful of the path he walked, his anger and hurt festering like a poison within him.

It was at the tail end of his ruthless attack on Banora, when it all briefly returned to him. By then, his morals and senses had been corrupted by the insidious parasite eating away at his brain, transforming him into a cruel, unrelenting shell of his former self.

But in that brief moment of clarity, he saw them—his parents, their lifeless forms at his feet. It was a sight that pierced through the fog of his mind, stirring something deep within him. Despite the cruelty he had inflicted upon them, despite the lies and betrayal, his heart tightened with a pang of remorse. The copies had gotten to them, just as he knew they would.

So he did what little he could to atone for his sins. With trembling hands, he buried them, giving them the dignity of a proper burial. As he worked, visions of his past flooded his mind like a river, washing over him with bittersweet nostalgia.

He remembered the simple joys of his childhood—apple picking with his mother, following his father on business trips to the city.

But even as the memories washed over him, he knew they were nothing more than a facade, a cruel illusion designed to keep him ignorant and complacent.

"The grave at the house," Tseng's voice cut through the tension. "We found the remains of our people there as well."

Genesis's mind raced, the words of Loveless echoing in his ears like a mantra. "It didn't take much to have them send false reports," he said coolly, "Just some mild threats…"

Zack's voice broke through the haze. "They would have done that anyway. At least your parents would have."

It was like a glass shattering over Genesis's head. Slowly, he looked up, unfurling himself from his position on the floor. Rage simmered beneath the surface, threatening to erupt into a fiery inferno.

"My parents betrayed me," he spat, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "They had always betrayed me from the very beginning."

As Zack's words sank in, Genesis felt a surge of indignation rising within him. How dare they speak of things they didn't understand, to accuse him as if he were the villain? He was the hero, the chosen one, destined for greatness.

Fire glowed ominously from his bracer.

They didn't know anything at all.

[bigmouthlass]

@sam-is-my-safe-word

Okay, you asked for it-- my semi-organized heart-eyed rant about the glory that is Dean Winchester.

First of all, he is almost inhumanly gorgeous. Like, Michaelangelo would've wanted to sculpt him but might not have felt himself worthy of the job. Not just in a generally attractive sense, but . . . my celebrity lust objects include Ewan McGregor and Chris Evans. I have a type and Mr. Ackles fits it almost exactly.

Secondly, Dean and I have a few things in common. Raised in poverty by an overwhelmed and undersupported single parent, forever feeling overshadowed by our more intelligent and more accepted younger siblings, didn't fit in with our peers or really thrive in school despite being constantly told how intelligent we were and how we had so much potential. We're both oldest siblings, both Aquariuses (Aquarii? his birthday's the 24th and mine's the 28th), and both of us had adult worries when we should've been preoccupied with friends and grades. (In the interests of fairness-- my family wasn't nearly as badly off, my sister wasn't so young she needed babysat, and I didn't handle being the mature one nearly as well as Dean did.)

Thirdly, there's a lot about Ackles's performance that just rings true to me. Constantly assuring himself that his father's the greatest man ever despite knowing full fucking well he wasn't, having a complicated relationship with his own exploitation, even the way he's trained himself to live without hopes or dreams. The cognitive dissonance he uses just to keep himself from going crazy feels correct in a way that in Sam sometimes rings false.

There's a bit in Orson Scott Card's afterward to his novelization of The Abyss, in praise of Ed Harris's performance as Bud Brigman. "From the moment he steps on screen, Harris's Bud is alert and alive. Harris gave Bud gestures, mannerisms, turns of phrase. Harris opened up Bud's soul for me." That's what Ackles does for Dean, and it's frustrating that, because professional awards are allergic to fantasy fiction that's not Game Of Thrones, he never got the recognition he deserved.

And Castiel called it in his famous final scene-- Dean's mistakes are made from a place of genuine caring. Even when he lies, it's out of a sense of protectiveness most of the time. Dean doesn't beat himself up over the enemies he can't defeat; he kills himself over the people he can't save.

A quick side-note-- I think people read a lot of Dean's subtler mannerisms as repressed bi- or homosexuality. IMO, those habits aren't exclusive to people who grew up queer in a queer-hating environment (John being a child of the 50's and ex-military, it wouldn't shock me at all if he was the type of father who made it clear men in same sex relationships was Not Fucking Acceptable). What they are characteristic of is someone who lives in eternal doubt of their right to just exist, and that's Dean all the way to the fingernails. Ever since he was four, the question, "Why Mom and not me?" would be quivering in the back of his mind. The incident with the Shtriga when John blames Dean for his own failure as a parent (which by the way if Dean had fired that shotgun he would've hit Sam, fuck you John Winchester you should never have left them alone in the first fucking place) and how Dean never accepts any kind of rebuttal on the subject of guilt-- Dean's defined by survivor's guilt and an eternal sense of failure, and his Hunting life can be read as an open courtship of death because he sees himself as an uncorrected mistake.

I could go on but those are the high points. Course a lot of those same points could be made about Sam. The ridiculously awesome thing about Supernatural is both the leads -- and this can be applied to most of the supporting characters, just about everybody is perfectly cast -- embody their characters so perfectly, everybody can catch something to care passionately about.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

Episode 3

Meghan calls the engagement interview “an orchestrated reality show” during her own orchestrated reality show. Hilarious. These two deserve the Nobel Prize for Lack of Self-Awareness. 

Cringe Diana montage. Royals acting “absolutely thrilled” about the engagement. Lol, Catherine’s face is epic. 

Meghan complains they weren’t allowed to tell “their story” during the engagement interview. I get the feeling she really wanted to tell the world about the Call of Duty costumes and penguin onesies. Well, the world now knows, Meghan. We just wish we didn’t.

BTW, the engagement interview looks a lot less orchestrated than what they are doing now. The cozy space, the comfy sofa, and the sympathetic interviewer nodding along and validating all their bizarro statements (“I didn’t know much about him”) all make a huge difference. 

Weird historical montage. Honestly baffled as to why they are spending time on this and not on Skippy’s wedding or the reaction to the Vanity Fair article. Yes, it’s the race card but you can play that card with the VF interview backlash and it’s a lot more relevant and relatable. The “objective” (not really) historical viewpoints break the rhythm and take the viewer out of the story. I have no idea why they are using them. Maybe they are trying to sell Netflix a historical documentary to follow up this one?

Talking about clothing. Pic of dress from June 2018 but they aren’t even married yet at that point. Dog still had its legs in casts then? Poor puppy.

Different Restoration Hardware showroom in 2021. New York City. Makeup artist dude and Archewell person who just quit. Harry has no idea what a royal correspondent is, which is honestly surprising. I knew he was dumb but I didn’t realize he was this dumb. The only journalist who just called himself a royal expert with no substance was Omid Scobie and that’s the guy they use.

Wait, was this the NY visit when they filmed the fake pap scene? Why didn’t the makeup artist pretend to be a pap? That would have made it more believable. C’mon makeup person. There’s no I in teamwork.

Complaining about the press…with Kate and Camilla’s headlines. Use your own headlines, cowards! Harry’s “their trauma is our narrative” quote is very amusing as he’s using the same strategy to sell his documentary. It reminds me of the old “when you fight the monsters you become a monster” concept. He claims to the the tabloids for exploiting his family, but he has effectively become a little exploitative tabloid, selling his family’s trauma to keep his wife in upscale yoga wear. A childhood friend says Meghan was never obsessed with Princess Diana. Girl, the past two episodes of this documentary strongly disagree with you.

Meghan complains about her mom’s family being quiet and classy and her dad’s family “acting differently.” She doesn’t seem to realize that she is a true Markle in this regard and she’s doing to the royals what her family did to her. The royals are being quiet and classy, and she’s “acting differently.”

Samantha’s daughter shows up. She doesn’t remember Samantha but she has a close relationship with her niece? They are a weird family. I do love the fact that Eugenie and Ashleigh are now token family members.

Princess Michael’s brooch. Racist art that is apparently not in any of the palaces. Unconscious bias. Harry clearly has no idea what the term means. Nazi uniform. 

Sandringham is “like the big family I always wanted… with movement and energy and fun” which is not how anyone has ever described Sandringham. The Carolyn Bessette Kennedy cosplay was because she wanted to blend in. Oooookay. Kate’s Christmas coat was so epic. 

Super awkward military visit they did in November 2021. They sound like entertainers and Harry’s clown act does not fit the US military culture. They get awards “for everything they do” which makes no sense. Royal military promo montage. again, with no acknowledgement that his soldier persona was crafted by the same tabloids he now rails against. The Daily Mail were the ones who created the “hero Harry” image just as they created his “African philanthropist” image when he was a teen. 

Royal Foundation event. Isn’t blue a color? Pretty sure she’s wearing blue, and so is Kate. Lol, first time her divorce is mentioned, I think. Meghan jumps on the #MeToo bandwagon, just like she jumps on every press friendly movement. A journalist notes that Kate didn’t wear black to the Baftas and Camilla never mentioned #MeToo. Interesting that now, five years later, Kate has her big mom-oriented First Years project, Camilla’s charity work with women has grown and grown, and #MeToo has completely fizzled. Who has done more for women in past five years? The woman who jumped on the media bandwagon or the two stalwarts who focused on working with and building organizations?

I’d forgotten how bad she looked in the first engagements. Unkept hair, Ill-fitting clothes…but the tabloids still supported her at that point.  Sandringham…poo emoji hat… She’s complaining that Julie Andrews didn’t tell her her hat looked like the poo emoji? Do you really need a protocol officer for that? 

“Everything is just…smaller.” She clearly didn’t take her job seriously at all. 

Fugly red dress fitting.  Four Carolina Herrera employees helping her and she still looked awful. That takes real talent. Harry ask whether she has ever had four people help her into a dress.

She never wore color? I guess the purple and red monstrosity was just a bad dream. And didn’t she just show pics of the Royal Foundation forum where she and Kate both wore blue?  That was five minutes ago, Meg! We haven’t forgotten it. 

Of course you can wear the same color as the Queen. Lol, she just made up a protocol, right after complaining that the tabloids made up royal protocols. Seriously, who edited this documentary? She’s also wearing muted tones right now. 

“I didn’t want to embarrass the family.” I’m confused. This was Sandringham before the wedding and she had just worn a $75k dress in her engagement pictures, but she claims she didn’t want her clothing to “embarrass the family”? She “didn’t want to stand out,” so she sent out engagement pics in a see-through, $75k dress with feathers?????!!!!! I need to rewatch this because I literally can’t believe this. “There is no version of me joining this family and not trying to do everything I could to fit in.” Girl, you dressed up as a burlesque performer and sent the pics to everyone. What are you talking about?

Samantha’s tweets are shown right after the “I don’t want to embarrass the family” comment. Yes, that. 

BTW, no mention of a stay at Amner Hall or the “Fab Four” show of support. 

She was “turtling”? She was sending out invites to Oprah and the Clooneys. That’s not exactly turtling. Lol, no mention of her “very meaningful” religious conversion she supposedly had during this time. Didn’t Charles supposedly give her a Birk’s bracelet as a present? No mention of that either.

The palace didn’t let invite her niece? Please, they were desperate to have any family at all show up. The niece who was practically a sister attending the wedding would have been a godsend…of course she would have had to be Maid of Honor and Jess couldn’t have that. This girl is pretty and Meg wasn’t going to risk a Pippa Middleton situation. Simple as that.

Serena Williams shows up sounding like a zombie. 

Commonwealth Day. Weird “Commonwealth is evil” montage. Weren’t these two heads of the Queen’s Commonwealth Trust, and Youth Ambassadors? Didn’t Meghan add all the flowers of the Commonwealth to her veil? The Commonwealth wasn’t so evil then, was it? They don’t dare criticize the Queen directly so they bring in academics. Cowards. LOL, I googled one of the academics criticizing the “imperial” aspects of the nation and he literally has an Order of the British Empire. You can’t make this stuff up.

Stephen Lawrence murder memorial underscores that they abandoned this platform to sell tawdry gossip to Netflix. 

Dad drama. Lol, she used her dad’s texts. Weird to bitch about dad selling pics to improve his public image when they are doing the same in this doc. “It’s amazing what people will do when offered a huge amount of money.” It sure is, Harry.

Dad picture story comes out. Lol, her agent admits he knew it was a set up when the book pic came out. They really should have done a better job briefing these people. They are giving her away right and left. The book pic came out April 4 and Harry and Meghan were pretending the pics weren’t set up and complaining to IPSO through mid-May. I gotta say, Meghan bitching about her father talking to TMZ is hilarious given that she did a two hour Oprah interview and she’s now doing an entire documentary. 

This whole scene explaining why they didn’t confront Thomas feels very fake. I bet they have repeated this song and dance many times in front of the Royal Family. Tom Bower confirmed that they were summoned to Castle Mey to discuss the dad drama so my guess about that was right.

“You’re not picking up my calls and are instead talking to TMZ.” I’m dying. They did the same thing with Oprah. BTW, I’m pretty sure they had to pay TMZ for this footage and TMZ was the outfit that first published Harry’s naked Vegas pics, which have not been mentioned in the documentary yet. If you’d told me ten years ago that someday Harry would be paying royalties to TMZ I wouldn’t have believed you. Yet, here we are.

Very weird episode. They could have focused on their charity work, connecting it to the events they did before the wedding—minority neighborhoods, women’s issues, Stephen Lawrence, Commonwealth meetings etc… and they instead chose to use those events to cast the royal family as racist and imperial. And the supposedly imperial aspects of the family—the Commonwealth, Africa, the Caribbean—were the ones they were going to work in. It’s a very odd position for the heads (or ex-heads) of the Queen’s Commonwealth Trust to take.

The new spin on the dad story is also very strange. The fact that they never visited him and broke all contact with him after the pics made a tiny bit of sense when he was portrayed as a greedy asshole, but the new spin is that he was manipulated by the evil tabloids who took his phone, didn’t let him call his family and then texted his daughter pretending to be him. That doesn’t make him a villain. It makes him a victim. She has spent three hours demonizing the tabloids and now she says they basically kidnapped her sick, elderly father….and she just shrugs it off? It’s bizarre.

No comment from husband other than to say the niece was cute and the red dress was ugly. Group chat agrees the dress was ugly and she's doing the same thing her dad was doing. Much typing about whether we are supposed to think the poo emoji article was racist and whether navy blue is a different color than just plain blue.

On to the next episode.

[euphoricimagination]

Synopsis: The weeks have passed, now you're two days away from the preliminaries of the Interhigh when the brackets of the matches arrived, Nekoma is against the infamous Itachiyama High. Will they win and go to the Nationals?

Kenma x reader; Haikyuu x reader [platonic!]

Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

From the beginning

The guys are having a practice match between them while you watch them and take notes; while writing down some notes about Lev, Coach Nekomata sits beside you, giving you a piece of paper.

“We received the positions for the preliminaries, we have a tough match. Let's wait until the set is done to tell them” he tells you while you look at the paper

And indeed, it's going to be hard to go to the nationals this time. The first match is against a school that you have played against before, so it shouldn't be much of a problem; however the second one will be against the winner of the last tournament, Itachiyama High.

“Guys, we received the matches, Yn-chan can you tell them the order?”

“Sure. So the first match is against Shinjuku Yamabuki High, we already had a practice match against them and you won without much problem. However, the second match is most likely going to be against Itachiyama”

“Well fuc-frick” Kuroo corrects himself to not swear in front of the coach “Luck isn't on our side this time, huh?”

“Huh? Why? I'm sure we can win!” says Lev

“The odds are really small though” answers Kenma

“Are they that good?” the tall boy continues asking

“Yep, they won last year tournament, their libero won an award for the best libero, they have a top 3 Ace nation-wide, and on top of that, they have an extremely strong offense AND defense” you say

“Oh...” says Lev

“You do have possibilities of winning, no team it's guaranteed to win, but it's going to be hard”

“Of course it's going to be hard, they are a good school. Let's just do our best like we always do and see what happens” adds Kuroo with his captain mode on

“That's the spirit, don't let this discourage you, if anything it can be a good learning opportunity. Take a 10 minute break before going back to practice” the coach tells them

With that the guys disperse, some went to the bathroom, some were talking to each other. Kuroo and you sit on the floor while Kenma lays on your lap with his phone, you instinctively started to play with his hair

“Be honest with us chibi-chan... Do you think we can win?”

“You do have chances, but objectively, the better team is ltachiyama”

“They are definitely better than us, it will be a miracle if we win” Kenma accommodates himself on your legs

“Don't be so pessimistic Kenma” says Kuroo

“Saying the truth is not being pessimistic. Yn, Shoyo says hi” answers Kenma

“Tell him I say hi too” you say, suddenly remembering something “Tetsu?”

“Yes chibi?”

“If we lose against Itachiyama... are you guys leaving right after?” You lay your head on his arm worried, since most third years tend to leave their clubs around this time.

“I don't want to speak for Yaku and Kai, but I'm not planning on leaving the club when we have more chances” he pats your head “don't worry chibi-chan, you still will have to deal with us”

“Good, I don't want you to go so soon”

“Aww, you love us!”

“Did you really think she would deal with us if she didn't?” Kenma roll his eyes

Once practice was over, the three of you started walking towards your houses, luckily there was a place where you could buy all the ingredients that you needed close to your house

“Fair point, let's go back to practice” The guys go back to practice, now putting in a little more effort than before. In the meantime you decided to text Osamu, an idea popping up to try to cheer your team up.

“Guys, I need to buy some ingredients. You can go to your houses” you tell them

“Why?” asks Kenma

“My mom saw a cooking show and wanted to try to make the dish, but she doesn’t understand the recipe fully. I can’t go to your house today, Ken, sorry” you say to the blonde setter

“It’s…okay. We can play later”

“Kenma, go to your house, I’ll stay with chibi-chan and help her” Kuroo adds

“Why you?” Kenma says squinting his eyes

“Don’t get jealous, lover boy, I just want to talk to chibi-chan, I’m not stealing her from you”

“I-I’m n-not jealous” Kenma says, blushing looking to the other side “I’ll talk to you later Yn”

“Sure” you ignore your blush cheeks at Kuroo’s words. You two enter and start looking for the things that you needed to buy

“So chibi-chan, I’ve been wondering… where did you and Kenma go the other day?” He asks with a smirk

“To a cat café”

“How did you manage to make him go out?”

“I just asked him. At the beginning he didn’t want to, but then he agreed” you shrugged

“You didn’t even have to forced him out, but then again, if there’s someone who he will do anything for, it’s you”

“Eh?! Wh-what do you mean?” you got flustered one more time

“Kenma is a big softie for you, how did you manage to do that? It's so hard for him to warm up to people and then you appear. I've never seen Kenma being so open to anything, really”

“I…I don’t know how it happened either”

“Well, just know that Kenma definitely has a soft spot for you and you only, he will give you the moon if you ask him”

“Thanks, Tetsu, means a lot. We should go, I have everything”

Once you arrive at your house you take a quick shower before starting to follow the recipes that Osamu sent you. This was the first time you made them without him by your side, but thankfully he put some notes to make it easier.

The next day classes passed by like normal, and while you were a bit tired from yesterday, it felt nice doing something for the team. Right before entering the gym with Kenma, you noticed some of the first years going to the vending machines

“Guys! Come here please!” you say loud enough for them to hear you

“Yn-chan! Can we buy something first?” asks Lev coming to hug you

“You can do it later, I need the whole team in the gym first”

“Sure Yn-san” says Inuoka taking Lev with him. You can feel Kenma eyes looking at you confused, but you just take his arm and pull him towards the gym.

“What does our beautiful manager need us for” Kuroo asks while you put the bag in the bench

“Open it” you say starting to get shy. Kuroo goes and opens it, everyone having their eyes on it

“Chibi-chaan! You made onigiris for us?”

“Chibi-chaaan!!” you heard before being wrapped in a bunch of arms, lots of thank you’s around you

“Is this why you were tired?” Kenma says taking one from the bag, making you look at him confused after freeing yourself from all the arms “You were quieter than usual today”

“Yn-chan! These are sooo good!” Lev exclaims making everyone take one and start eating. Everyone was saying a bunch of compliments about how good they were.

“Yn these are amazing” Kenma says behind you, eyes wide open

“I’m glad you like them, Ken”

“I love them” he looks at you with a smile. You continue talking, almost forgetting everyone else was still around. Kenma’s eyes were looking at you with the softest look he has ever had; a small smile on his face; and the more you talk, the redder his cheeks became. You were so busy that you didn’t realize that everyone else could see the adoration in your eyes.

“I swear, if they’re not dating before we leave, I’ll take matters into my own hands” whispers Kuroo to Yaku and Kai, who silently agree.

To everyone dismay, the snack break comes to an end, the guys going back to practice

“Yn-chan! Can you cook for us again?” says Lev

“Maybe, maybe not. Who knows?”

“But it was soo good! Please!”

“If you don’t get better then I’m not cooking for you”

“Yaku-san, help me practice receives!!” screams at a very confused Yaku

“He’s so annoying” says Kenma

“Stop being so grumpy and go to practice, you have important matches tomorrow”

“I’m going, I’m going”

The practice continues until later than normal, some of them wanting to practice a little more than usual for tomorrow. It’s around 19:30 when you finally close the gym to go home, Kuroo and Kenma waiting for outside to start walking home

“Your Onigiris were seriously good Chibi, can you make our lunches for tomorrow?”

“I love you all, but I’m not waking up at 4 am to make you lunch. My love has limits”

“It was worth a try” Kuroo says while arriving to your houses “Tomorrow’s the big day, chibi-chan make sure Kenma doesn’t stay up until too late for me”

“Like I would let that happen” Before you could say bye to Kuroo, Kenma took your wrist and pulled you to his house, making Kuroo laugh before leaving. Kenma let go only when you arrived at his room.

“What was that for Ken?”

“If we’re sleeping early then there’s not much time to play” he grabs your bag, taking two onigiris out

“Are you not nervous?” you sit down next to him

“Not really, all of us are going to do our best, winning or losing doesn’t change that”

“Then I better see you doing your best tomorrow” you lay your head on his shoulder

“I will…” after a pause he adds “Thank you for doing so much for us. I don’t think we thank you a lot for all the things you do”

“Aww Kenma is feeling soft today?” you receive a glare from him “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, it makes me happy seeing you get better and knowing that I helped”

“You’re too nice sometimes”

“Or you’re just too grumpy”

“I’m not grumpy”

“That’s debatable, have you seen how you treat Lev?”

“But that’s different, he’s annoying”

“He’s just a happy boy”

“An annoying happy boy. Now let’s play a little, I need to see if you have any good offers in your island”

“I’ll let it go for now…but I still think you’re grumpy sometimes”

The hours pass quickly while playing. After playing Animal Crossing he said that there was a level that he wanted to pass in another game, so now you’re sitting together in silence while he plays. You look at your phone to see the time, only to find out it was 12:35 am, not particularly late but definitely a good time to sleep considering tomorrow’s schedule.

++

You arrived at the gym at 10:00 am, early enough for the guys to stretch, warm up and overall relax. The gym full of colors made you remember the first time you were in this situation, but this time you were wearing a bright red jacket instead of a contrasting black one.

“Yn-chan, don’t get away from us!” screams Yamamoto glaring at everyone who dared to look in your direction “nobody can talk to OUR manager”

“Don’ t tell me with who I can or cannot talk, I’m the one deciding that”

“Yn-chan, you don’t understand how beautiful you are, what if we leave you alone and someone makes you uncomfortable?” Yamamoto cries

“Tora, I’m sure Yn can defend herself if that happens, and if she can’t then she would tell us right away, right Yn-chan?” says Kai

“You also know that Yn can be scary if she wants to, stop bothering her” adds Kenma taking your pinky into his nonchalantly

“Exactly, thank you Kai-san, Ken. Look Tora, I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I don’t need that now”

“Let’s agree on something. Tora, you stop glaring and trying to fight everyone here, you chibi-chan need to be in our field of view just in case you need us” says Kuroo. While not a perfect solution, it will do for now

“Fine. I’m going to refill your bottles, don’t stay too close, okay?” You go to refill them in a little fountain near the bathrooms, seeing that the boys settle down on the other end of the room. You receive a text right before opening the bottle

[Kenma😻] “They are being extremely overprotective” “It’s like they don’t know you can handle yourself”

[Me] “It’s fine, I can understand it” “Thank you for not treating me like that though”

You put the phone in your pocket and start taking the bottles out of the bag. While the reaction was quite annoying and exaggerated, you did get from where they were coming from, you were in a room full of teenagers and lived similar situations before

You were filling the bottles when you heard a loud “YAMAMOTO STOP! REMEMBER THE DEAL!” from Kuroo. You turn to look at them, only to find an annoyed Kuroo holding Yamamoto, who's glaring at someone. You follow where he’s looking, only to find someone in front of you.

“It is you! I knew that I had seen you before”

“Komori-kun hi! How are you? Sakusa-kun isn’t with you?” you went to give him a quick hug, recognizing the libero in front

“I’m fine, he went to the bathroom while I came here to refill our waters”

“You’re telling me that your school doesn’t have managers?”

“haha no, we do, these are our personal bottles. I didn’t want to bother them with these too. So Yn-chan, what are you-”

“Weren’t you in Inarizaki? What are you doing here?” you turn around only to find Sakusa looking down at where you were, confused. Before answering you quickly look at your team, seeing them with wide eyes and some with their mouths a little open.

“Hi Sakusa-kun, it’s nice to see you. I’m fine, thanks for asking, how are you?” you say sarcastically, hearing some chuckling from Komori while Sakusa close his eyes and sighs

“Hi Yn, I’m fine too. Weren’t you in Inarizaki?”

“Yeah I was, my father had to move to Tokyo so now I’m on Nekoma” he nods as an answer while I continue filling the bottles.

“You know, you’re probably the only person who has talked to Sakusa like that, everyone is either overly respectful or too afraid” says Komori

“Glad to be the first, I guess. Can I ask you something Sakusa-kun?” You ask him nod “Why do you always wear a mask? Isn’t it uncomfortable here?”

“I don’t want to get the germs of other people near my face”

“Sakusa is really clean and neat, he takes a lot of precautions, that’s why it surprise me that you had to use the bathroom” he looks at you to explain “he doesn’t use public bathrooms”

“They were disgustingly dirty”

“Do you want a wet wipe? I have some” Sakusa eyes get a little bigger, however he goes back to his normal self quickly

“If you could, then yes” he says. You open the front pocket of the bag to take one of the packages of wet wipes that you had. You hand it to him so he could take it out, which he does with a slight relief in his face “Thank you”

“I didn’t thought you had those with you, I’ve never seen someone with them” says Komori

“Well, I hate having my hands dirty, so this is helpful”

“You have good points. We have a match against you guys in the second round, I’m excited!”

“Yeah, our luck couldn't be worse” you take the towel out to dry them off.

“Why? You guys are good too” Sakusa asks

“Yeah, but you are objectively better. Your offense and defense are stronger, and I still don't understand what the hell you do to the ball” you look at Sakusa

“Hey, at least you notice something, that's good. I can always tell you”

“Komori, no matter how nice she is, you're not supposed to help our rival. Specially when I'm sure she can figure it out on her own” Sakusa says, a smile threatening to appear

“Oh, I will figure it out, I just need to see it from a good angle”

“I’m sure you will, after all you were basically another coach when you were in Inarizaki. See you” Sakusa leaves after giving you a nod

“Good luck on your matches, see you later, Yn-chan!” Komori leaves too. You take the bag and go back to the guys, who are looking at you confused.

“Chibi-chan…you know Sakusa? THE Sakusa?”

“Yeah, I met them last year. Bokuto-san presented us and then they helped me out with some dudes”

“Oh, so let him help you, but not us! Yn-chan I’m disappointed” says Yamamoto with a pout and cross arms

“I didn’t let him, he appeared before I could say anything back. Forget about Sakusa-kun and focus on the match you have soon”

“Yeah, we should go warm up, the match is in 20 minutes” Yaku helps you out, making the rest of the team move to do their warm ups

The match starts soon enough against Shinjuku Yamabuki High. The guys already knew how they played, and while they did got a bit better, it was still not enough to beat the boys, who won the 2 sets pretty quickly. You waited for them outside of the gym while they were putting the balls in the cart, always keeping an eye on them for good measure. Out of nowhere, you feel a pair of arms through your shoulders, making you stiff out of fear, before you heard a voice.

“Chibi-chan!! We finally see each other!!”

“Oh my god, Bokuto-san please say something before hugging me out of nowhere, you almost gave me a heart attack”

“I’m sorry Chibi-chan! I didn’t want to scare you!” says crushing you into his normal tight hug

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Let me say hi to Akaashi” you let go of him

“Hi Yn-chan, how did the match go?” Akaashi asks you

“Akaashi!” you give him a quick hug “This one went really good, what about you?”

“Of course we won, chibi-chan! Kuroo, Hi!!” says Bokuto before going to say hi to his friend, who was coming back with the rest of the team

“We won, Bokuto-san went into his emo mode though. Hello Kozume” Akaashi explains

“Akaashi-san” Kenma greets before laying his forehead on your shoulder, exhausted

“What happened to make him go like that?” you continue the conversation with Akaashi

“He failed some spikes, the usual; luckily, it was relatively easy to take him out of it”

“That’s always good, sometimes it can be really bad. What did you say?”

“I just said that you would probably want to cheer for him in Nationals, sorry for using your name so freely”

“It’s fine, I do want to. If we make it into Nationals, it will be so much easier for me to cheer for all of you” you say while moving to caress Kenma’s head

“Ah yeah, you guys go against Itachiyama now. Good luck”

“Chibi-chan! How come you never made ME onigiris? I have known you for longer than them!”

“I’ll make you something if you go to the Nationals Bokuto-san. So no more emo modes until then, okay?”

“Yay! Thank you Chibi-chan!” he rubs your head before leaving “I promise to be in my top form!”

“Yn-chan you really don’t have to” says Akaashi

“It’s alright, I’ll make something for my foxes too, I’ll just add Bokuto-san”

“Thank you, at least there will be no emo-modes for the rest of the preliminaries. We’ll go now, we have to eat lunch. Good luck Yn-chan, Kozume”

“Good luck to you too” you say before they leave, making you look at the rest of your cats, everyone except for Kenma who's still on your shoulder comfortably “You did amazing guys! Now let’s go to eat, you have another match in a few hours”

“You heard our manager. Let's go” Kuroo adds. You let them go in front while you go to the relaxation area, Kenma following you closely

“You making the guys food?” asks Kenma

“Yeah, it's my way to say thanks to Samu for teaching me how to cook these things and helping me out the other day. And I love the rest too much to not include them”

“You surely are close to them”

“Yes, specially Tsumu and Rin. I miss them” you say with a nostalgic look, so he takes your pinky hoping to help you out

“How many people are there?”

“Inarizaki has 16 members now, plus Bokuto-san, Akaashi, you and maybe Tetsu. So around 20 people... it's fine, it's gonna be fine, how hard can it be?” you say, mostly trying to convince yourself

“You don't sound sure about that” he chuckles while opening his Bento “see, you are too nice”

“Me being THIS nice almost never happens, might as well go all out. And you’re helping me”

“I don’t know how to cook”

“Then be my moral support, I’m going to need it. You just need to go and sit there on your game, since my company isn’t good enough for you” you joke

“You know I’ll be there anyways…You’re annoying you know?”

“But you love me” you joke, however Kenma doesn’t respond and just blush intensely, avoiding your eyes.

“Y-you should eat” he says. What you didn’t know was that Kenma, in his head, just realize that you were right. He was in love with you.

You finished eating, so now you are waiting for the match to start. To pass time you went to see Fukurodani match by the side of the court alongside Kenma and Kuroo

“Bokuto-san is killing it” says Kenma after an amazing cross shot of the owl

“He’s amazing to watch when he’s in the zone”

“They’re definitely taking one of the 2 spots for the Nationals, especially after our chibi-chan promise to cook something for Bokuto” adds Kuroo

“Don’t even remind me of that, where are the Nationals this time?”

“In Saitama, not too far away from here”

There were a few minutes before your own match starts, and you can see that the boys are a bit more nervous than normal, even Kenma is fidgeting a little with his fingers, so you gather all of them around before entering to the court

“Why are you guys so nervous? I know that Itachiyama is good, but you have play with good schools before, just do the same”

“We know, it’s just…well…I don’t know” says Yaku

“I guess, in a way, it's because of you chibi-chan” Kuroo adds; after seeing your confused face he proceeds to explain “it’s just…you have helped us so much these past months, and you were the manager of a team that already went into the Nationals and are probably going now too. I personally feel like we will disappoint you if we don’t win” he finishes, the rest of the team nodding silently.

“You guys need to stop thinking that I prefer my foxes over you” you cross your arms “I love both of you, whether you make it to the Nationals or not is not going to change that. I could have chosen Fukurodani or Itachiyama, but I didn’t and I don’t regret it one bit. The only way you could disappoint me is if you don’t give your all in the match, so stop thinking bullshit and get your asses into the court”

“Thank you, chibi-chan” Kuroo laughs “We seriously are lucky to have you”

“Yeah whatever, go to warm up” you push them lightly, making them chuckle even more.

The match starts after all the warm ups. Both teams had amazing defense, so the firsts points were really long rallies; it wasn’t until Nekoma hit 10 points though that Sakusa, who hasn’t really spiked the ball yet, started to spike. Yaku was right on the spot where the ball was going to hit, however despite being able to touch it, the ball went out of the court. He was definitely strong, there was no doubt about that, but there was something else. When Sakusa took another 2 consecutive points, you paid even more attention to how he hitted the ball, noticing that his wrists went lower than usual.

“Coach”

“Got it” says asking for a timeout. You look to where Komori is, who is already looking at you with a smile, so you point at your wrist while looking at Sakusa, you can see him laugh a little while nodding. After you pass them their bottles you go and tell them

“There’s something about that spin, is so hard to dig it” says Yaku

“It’s something about his wrist, they seem more…elastic? Flexible? Something like that” you say

“That’s the only way he could add the spin, balls with any spin are harder to dig” adds Kenma

“True, but with the amount of spin that he adds, it just makes it even harder. Plus, I’m sure he can change it, Komori-kun said that he takes a lot of precautions”

“Let’s continue like we’re doing for now, it has worked. I’m sure we can adapt to it, but he’s going to gain a lot of points by using it”

“We’re Nekoma, we can adapt to things, let’s not get demotivated and keep doing what we’re best at” says Kuroo

The match continues and just like you thought, Sakusa is able to change the amount of spin he puts into the ball, confusing Yaku in the process. Like Kenma said, they were starting to adapt to his spikes; however, while they were able to dig it, it usually ended up being shorter or longer than they needed, making it unstable to set. Sadly, by the end of the match Nekoma lost both sets, however they were able to bring a good fight, the scores being 23-25 and 26-28. When they were coming back to where you were waiting, you could see a small disappointment in their eyes.

“You did great guys! Well done!”

“Thank you chibi-chan”

“Let’s go to the coach, ok?” you say taking Kenma by the arm, who was exhausted after having to move to so many places

“Although we lost, I have to say you did really good guys, you gave a good fight to one of the top schools of the country. Well done” the coach says before leaving the court, followed by some of the guys. You pick up all the bottles and towels left to leave while Kenma and Kuroo were helping you.

“Yn-chan! Wait!” screams Komori before you leave the court, noticing some curious eyes looking in your direction when they notice the Ace of Itachiyama following slowly “Oh hi, that was a great match guys, well done!” says looking at Kuroo and Kenma smiling.

“Thank you, it was a great match indeed” Kuroo smiles politely

“By the way, you surprised me again Yn-chan, it only took you 3 spikes from Sakusa to notice his wrists. It normally takes longer” he tells you

“I mean, how else he could add so much spin to a ball? How do you do it?” you look at Sakusa with curious eyes

“I have flexible wrists, I learnt how to use it to my favor�� he says while taking a mask out of his pocket “Can I have another wet wipe please?”

“So that's how you do it...makes sense now” you say passing him one when out of nowhere you feel a little tug on your jacket; assuming it was from Kenma, you try to wrap the conversation “Anyways, we need to go, the rest of the team is out already”

“Oh yeah, we also need to go. It was nice seeing you! Hope we get to see each other again!” Komori gives you a quick hug

“Be careful with the creepy guys. See you soon” Sakusa adds, giving a small nod before turning around. You leave the court after that, going to the bus after sharing some words with Bokuto and Akaashi. Once there, you sit down and take Kenma’s console so he can play, which he takes lazily before leaning on your shoulder.

“So tired”

“Of course you are, you had to move a lot. You did great today”

“Thanks” he starts playing a game silently, after a while he says in a really quiet voice “Sorry we couldn’t go to the Nationals”

“Ken, it’s fine. Seriously”

“But you wanted to see your friends”

“Yes, I did, and I’m still going to see them. You guys not going it’s not going to stop me”

“Sometimes I really don’t understand you” he chuckles lightly

“Is that bad?”

“Not really, I like it”

Once you arrive to the school, you go to the gym so the coach can do the final speech of the night. After he finishes, the guys go to clean themselves up, you are waiting for them outside to close the gym and walk home

“Yn-chaan! Kuroo-san said he’s buying us Chinese buns, join us!” Lev screams going out

“Well, the invitation was for Kenma and obviously chibi-chan, you just butt in” Kuroo says coming out of the gym

“We can stay over at Kenma-san house and play some games tog-”

“No”

“Kenma-san it will be fun! So we can be forget about today” adds Inuoka

“Well, guess we have a sleepover at Kenma’s today” Yaku shrugs

“I said no” Kenma squints

“I don’t think it was a question Kenma, plus you always have chibi-chan over, why can’t we?” Kuroo teases

“Because Yn is nice… Ughh fine, you can come over” says before taking your wrist and pulling you away from the rest

“And you dare to fight me when I say you’re grumpy”

“I’m not grumpy” he scoffs while ‘glaring’ at you

“Uh huh, sure”

“Hey lovebirds! Wait for us!” calls Kuroo, earning an actual glare from Kenma

Despite Kenma’s initial complaints, he actually wasn’t as annoyed as he claimed to be, he even had a tiny smile. The guys ended up in a competition of Mario kart while you were sitting in the couch eating some snacks, Kenma easily winning against every single one of them.

“Chibi-chan, it’s your turn” says Yaku

“About time, you guys get so goddamn loud playing” you sit on the floor next to Kenma, who hands you the control with a teasing smile

“Finally, an actual competition” he says receiving annoyed sounds from Lev, Kuroo and Yamamoto “I have seen all of you play, Yn it’s better than all of you combined”

“Rude”

“Don’t you dare to go easy like you did with the rest, I want to win with you actually trying”

“Wait, Kenma-san wasn’t even trying?!?” exclaims Lev

You started the first round with you having a loud cheer from the rest of the team, everything so Kenma doesn’t win. Both of you were so concentrated in the game that you couldn’t even hear Lev and Inuoka loud voices.

“Yes! Fucking finally! I finally won against you! It feels so good” you exclaim happily after finishing the last round that claim you as the final winner with Kenma being in a close second. You hear a mix of reactions, from surprise noises to happy cheers

“Don’t be so dramatic, it was just one” Kenma rolls his eyes with a little smile

“Shut up and let me have this”

“Fine, fine, you did good, you deserve it” After your victory everyone stopped playing since it was getting really late; the improvised hangout successfully making everyone happy. The guys wanted to talk, but soon enough everyone passed out in the couch except for you and Kenma.

“Ken stop playing, it’s late and I’m tired” you lay your head on his shoulder

“But…”

“Please” you mutter feeling your eyes close by the second. The last thing you felt before falling sleep was Kenma’s head on top of yours, whispering a small ‘good night’ to you.

[jennibeultimate]

coming from the figure skating trenches and now im wondering whether the judging is as sketchy in gymnastics as it is there

I would say overall the gymnastics judging is much more comprehensible and fair. Ofc like in every human judged sport judging errors will occur. You have a difficulty and get deductions for errors, which are actually clearly put down on paper and if you want you can understand why each deduction was placed. So no weird +5/-5 GOEs where you sometimes don't get why a plus or minus was given and why certain ppl can get +5 while when you're a no name you will never receive a better score. And don't even get me started on the bs that is the PCS in skating. I mean sure on paper there are also clear rules for GOEs and PCS but I think they are more subjectively applied than objectively.

And in gymnastics you can protest your difficulty if you think it's not right you can fill in an inquiry to make a second judging team look into it. In skating your score cannot be corrected at all even if they put in the wrong number of the revolutions of the jump or if they put underrotations on jumps that are not UR or award wrong spin levels or step levels. You cannot protest anything or let it be checked again.

Ofc there are also some judging errors or things where you can question the execution score or the difficulty score in gymnastics. Aimed difficulty can drop significantly when you don't perform the skill texbook like - for example not finishing a turn and get credit for a double turn instead of triple turn - usually it's understandable why it was not rewarded, but ofc sometimes ppl get credit where they should not get it (for example Sunisa Lee's beam dismount discussion at this Olympics). Execution scores can be lenient or strict with some gymnasts, but imo everything can mostly be justified with a rulebook in hand though some gymnasts get more of a pass than others BUT imo in skating it's sometimes not possible at all to say why someone got a +/- GOE. And even if you can try to find the reason for the GOEs with the rules, PCS remain a reputation scoring part and you can hardly justify PCS given sometimes (All PCS that Alexandra Trusova ever got were absolutely ridiculous) (i think that's also bc judges don't make a difference between the categories in skating - it should be possible to have a 5,0 for skating skills, but a 9 for presentation but that is never applied though possible with the rules actually)

In a sport where human judge there will always also be mistakes and inconsistencies, but imo gymnastics is far clearer and fairer than skating ever was.

And ofc in the fandom you will always also find discussions about scoring in gymnastics as in skating. But I feel like the scoring discourse in gymnastics and in skating are on very different levels. You will not find huge essays on why one particular gymnast is undeserving of every score they ever got or see one part of the fandom scream "robbed" even when one made obvious mistakes and the other didn't simply bc one gymnasts performs subjectively more beautiful than the other. And I think I didn't see any discussion on who the GOAT is, bc that's Simone Biles for sure.

[ckret2]

So… how’s Bill feeling about the fact that Stan kinda just like, fucking killed him?

From Bill's POV, Stan is the place where Bill died, and Ford is the person who killed Bill. Stan is passive object, not active agent.

Is this a fair assessment? I don't think so. I think they deserve equal credit/blame for the kill.

But it fits how Bill thinks of them.

Ford? Bill MADE Ford. Ford was a clever-but-not-that-special overevolved primate with a biological imperative to achieve faux immortality by leaving a legacy that he was channeling into a piddling little research trip to an unimportant town on an unimportant planet.

BILL gave Ford what he truly wanted: he made Ford's work important. He made FORD important. He could have made Ford ETERNAL. He gave Ford the honor of being the architect of Earth's existential liberation. Out of the goodness of his flat little heart, he kept giving Ford chances to join him every time Ford turned Bill down or betrayed him. And in return what does that ingrate do? KILL him. 

Meanwhile, who's Stan? Some screw-up who bumbled his way into ruining his own life, and bumbled all his efforts to fix his life, and bumbled around for thirty years trying to turn on a machine it took his brother less than two years to build, and finally bumbled into the crossfire when Ford was taking out Bill. He was just... THERE.

Ask Bill why he begged Stan for mercy, and he'll say it was an act of panic.  OBVIOUSLY he knows Stan never had the power to save Bill even if he HAD accepted any of Bill's offers. From the moment Bill entered Stan's head, Stan was as helpless as Bill was. 

("How much of this twisted narrative about Ford and Stan does Bill actually believe?" He believes all of it completely—when it suits him to believe it. Sometimes it suits him to see himself as a trickster who outsmarted an arrogant "genius"; sometimes it suits him to see himself as a benevolent muse whose foolish student couldn't understand the priceless gift he offered. Truth is relative; and he always had a strained relationship with his relatives.)

It lets Bill feel important and self-righteous if he frames Ford like a treacherous student. He can make a meaty narrative out of that—a narrative he can turn over and over in his head like a burnt crisp rotisserie chicken while he coddles his wounded pride.

What kind of a story can he make out of his relationship with Stan? "Guy I thought was too stupid to pose a threat outwits me in my moment of triumph, so what does that say about me"? "Some background character I've never had a conversation with kills me"?

Bill doesn't want that to be the story of his life. So he just... subconsciously chooses not to believe it.

So Bill's mad at Stan for participating in his death, yeah; but, unjustly, he's mad at him like a supervillain is mad at a superhero's sidekick, not at the superhero himself.

There's more suppressed rage bubbling in Bill that could rise to the surface later; but it's not going to happen until somebody says or does something that forces Bill to recontextualize Stan & Ford's roles in his death—whether that means awarding Stan a position of higher narrative significance, or being forced to face the truth that he got suckered by a dumb conman in a borrowed trench coat.

Until that day comes? Bill is fantasizing about doing the "Singin' in the Rain" puddle-splashing dance in Ford's blood, not Stan's.

[respectthepetty]

when you get this you have to answer with 5 of ur fav songs and then tag your mutuals to do the same, but as usual, I'm tagging nobody, and I'm gonna do what I want.

5 Colorful Songs!

tagged by @wen-kexing-apologist who had a pretty good playlist!

Note: Yellow is my favorite color; therefore, Coldplay's "Yellow" could not be considered. It's not fair to these other songs that they aren't about yellow.

AFI - Girl's Not Grey

Lead singer, Davey Havok, is everything to me. He looks good with any hairstyle and at any age, and the way he performs gender is amazing. I've seen AFI several times, but my favorite was when they were on tour with 30 Seconds to Mars and Linkin' Park. I caught the tour at the Dallas stop, and AFI was the opener. As much as everyone loves "Miss Murder," I'm strictly a "Girl's Not Grey" screamer because this music video is forever embedded in my head and my heart.

New Order - Blue Monday

No style of music hits me harder than 80s synth-pop, and any version of this song is a win in my book. The juxtaposition is what makes it one of my favorites because it gives us over two minutes of the best dance beats in the intro only to hit us with the lyric "How does it feel? To treat me like you do?" then proceeds to make us dance to five more minutes of the singer lamenting about an abusive relationship. It's a bop!

NENA - 99 Red Balloons

The 80s + dance songs about horrible shit = my eternal love. This song was originally in German then an English version came out, and everyone was dancing to a song about nuclear war. It was about a girl releasing balloons and because the government couldn't identity the objects, they shot them down, which caused a domino effect of other countries releasing bombs, but in the end, the girl stands in the rumble releasing one final balloon. It's a song about war, destruction, and hope. God, I love it.

Goldfrapp - Ride a White Horse

Most people know this duo for their 2003 hit "Strict Machine" which is a song about control, machines, and, of course, sex, so know that is very on brand for the band. They came out with "Ooh La La" which was about wanting sex without romance, and "Ride a White Horse" could be referring to drugs, but it wouldn't be a stretch to think it's about sex too, especially since the color white aligns with purity and innocence, yet the lead singer is doing the dirtiest things in the music video, so yeah, sex is my final answer.

Amy Winehouse - Back to Black

This song is about Nas. Winehouse is singing about American rapper Nas! She wrote other songs about him such as "Me & Mr. Jones" and "In My Bed" which he confirmed, but in a way that merely states Amy liked listening to his music, which seems like a bold lie because like all of her songs, it hits at the core of her emotions. The lyric "I died a hundred times" just ain't about sadness, you know? But that's why I love this song. It has a history. She is exposing a secret while keeping it close to her chest. She was sharing her whole life but being guarded. It was beautiful! It still is.

Bonus: Purple Disco Machine - Male Stripper

German Grammy-award winning DJ Purple Disco Machine knows his audience is queer and creates sets he knows will resonant with that audience. I have seen him at Electric Daisy Carnival in Las Vegas, Nevada, Red Rocks in Denver, Colorado, and a club in Koln, Germany and each time he delivered queer dance floor icons like Sylvester and Scissor Sisters' Jake Shears to the masses, so I'm going to keep showing up to his sets because I know it'll be a good time for me and all the disco queers.

[mihrsuri]

for @miabicicletta a mini companion piece to my ‘it was CJ who was kidnapped not Zoey AU’

Journalistic ‘objectivity’ was a crapshoot at best - at worst it was a fig leaf to hide that you, the superior journalist did not have any bias, honestly you don’t - Samira Cohen learned from the greatest that the best thing you can do, maybe the only thing you can do is genuinely be fair. Don’t pull punches, don’t soft pedal a story but be kind - the foundation of their profession is people and if nothing else, it’s self interest to not be malicious.

The (almost) entire White House Press Corps has left ‘unbiased’ in a previous century about a second after they learned CJ Cregg was kidnapped. She and Katie, Mark, Ikram and Kara from The Guardian have, Samira is pretty sure, wore holes in the carpet and displaced their worry onto well, worrying about Danny.

Of course they are worrying about Danny. The trouble is, well not the trouble - honestly if she had the choice she’d sell tickets to Danny murdering Lewis Warner VI from Fox and eat popcorn the entire time. Sign a recommendation for a medal of honour and she’s pretty sure Jed Bartlet would give him five of them. Unfortunately if he does it now, it’s just going to fan the disgusting things the right are saying. Especially what they’d say about CJ, which is all that Danny actually gives a fuck about.

(Lewis Warner VI has been various flavours of racist (anti semitic, anti black, anti brown), sexist and patronising for years but because he’s the one actual real life example (i.e. wasp) of the caricature of affirmative action he rants about, he’s kept failing up).

So they’ve all attempted to keep Danny well away from and well, it helps to take her mind of everything. Because Samira likes these people. Oh sure, she’s been critical (won an award for it) but they are good dedicated people here in this administration. And now they all have to pretend they haven’t lost a sister and a daughter and Danny has to make an attempt to pretend that he isn’t hanging on the edge of the news of losing the love of his life.