#Okay but like this actually happened in class

[parker-artio]

So I’ve said it a couple times, but I come from a huge family, which is mostly foster family. But I’m from a small town and live in a five bedroom house (one for my mom, one for my brothers, one for my younger sisters, one for my older sister since she’s 18 and can’t share a room w/ foster kids, then mine.)

But rooms aren’t anyone’s hiding spots- Yk what I mean, when you need to destress and get away from everyone but your room is too obvious- so, it got me thinking.

The Wayne manor is massive, all of the bat kids definitely all have that spot. The hiding spot.

So here’s what I think all of them are!

Dick: He had three. The one he lets everyone know about, the one he only lets his siblings know about, and his secret one. He trusts them to only come annoy him in the first one, because he only ever uses it when he crashes out (it’s his best past-time). This one I think would be an ‘on the nose’ place, like his bedroom closet, in the ceilings, on a random chandelier, on the roof, somewhere where they would think to look (they being Bruce and the other adults.) The second is more likely a not so obvious place, but everyone would consider thinking about it. Like, the guest room next to his room- but not just the room, like the closet, or under the bed in there, maybe the shed in the backyard. But his place- the place he tells no one about, that’s the attic. He’ll go up there and hide under and behind a fortress of boxes and pillows and blankets he’s slowly added to since he was 9. No one questions when he goes into the laundry room with a full tote of blankets and pillows or carry’s around cleaning supplies upstairs.

Cass: She hides in the pool house. No one knows. No one finds out.

Jason: When Dick told him about his hiding spot(s) he immediately scoured the library for a hidden spot, his logic was: it’s an old house, there’s gotta be a hidden room somewhere, right? And there was. So when he disappears into the library for three hours and someone goes in after him and doesn’t find him anywhere, they assume he’s escaped through the library in the window.

Tim: He grew up in an old house, he knows all of the hiding spots. Which is how he knew there was a hidden door under the left stairs that led to a panic room, which’s he’s officially transformed into a safe haven, and no one but him can get into or out of. He’s gotta pad lock with a code he can’t even remember. Good thing for patterns.

Duke: When he moved into his room (pretend Bruce is fostering him and he doesn’t live w/ his cousin okay?) He always heard a weird sound coming from his closet. At first he thought it was haunted and refused to put anything in there, but one day when it actually happened during the day and not at night he decided to inspect it, and found a small vent, just big enough for him to crawl through. He obviously went into it, he found himself in a small room where all of the vents connected, just above the batcave- which is where the noise came from. He added a few battery powered fairy string lights, and a small beanbag with a blanket and chair.

Damian: He insists he doesn’t need one despite everyone saying it would be beneficial. But if anyone claims when he goes missing for hours when the barn lights are on, he denies it all. But as he gets older, he doesn’t keep hiding the fact that the barns his hidden space- and a room where he hides the animals from Bruce when he first smuggles them into the house. But no one knows where that is.

BONUS:

Barbara: She used to have a hiding spot in one of the many hidden cliffs in the batcave where she has a very nice fluffy pillow and her baby blanket with a fluffy blanket to accompany it. Her backup-laptop a very strong charger, and a couple books for her college classes. But she can’t get up there, so it’s kinda a hidden relic stuck in time. Now she hides in an unused room back by the back door with enough space for her to move around in her wheelchair, but no one knows where it is.

Steph: She went into the batcave once and saw a door that was labeled ‘Batman only’ so obviously she went inside. The room was empty beside a small door and the shelves of backup generators. So obviously she went into the small door and found herself in a small cozy dark room. She’s managed to decorate it like her room, and even put a lock that can only be opened by her phone. Bruce definitely noticed the room was tampered with when he went to go get a generator, but he didn’t ask about it. He knows everyone has a hiding spot.

Harper: She doesn’t have a place, but she will go into the upstairs bathroom next to the upstairs living room and lock the door and sit in the tub. It’s very therapeutic.

Luke: He’s not at the manor or batcave enough to have a hiding spot, but at his mom and dads he’s got a small section of the basement where he terraformed into a small ‘man cave’ but in actuality he just sits in there on the gaming chair he took from his sister and listens to music or relaxes.

That’s everyone I can think of right now, I might add other characters in a pt. 2? Like maybe Maps, Tiffany, Kate, ect.

[cherrycheolkat]

• random slutty thoughts - seungcheol •

seungcheol is a patient person - he knows you are trying to goad him into doing something and he doesn’t like it

the library is normally seungcheol’s sanctuary - it’s quiet - none of his roommates seem to know it exists - it’s his space

his only problem is you showing up and invading his space

there is literally every other place to sit, but do you sit in one of these other places? no. no, you sit directly across from him

even with a divider, he can hear every little sound you make

all the little sighs and random giggles are one thing, but when your foot bumps his repeatedly - he is sure he’s going to lose his fucking mind because why don’t you seem to know you’re annoying

in fact, he’s certain you’re the least self aware person to exist - personal space, what’s that for you anyway

but this is too much!

he’s had a rough day - back-to-back difficult classes - he’s gotten a snack and he just wants to stare at his computer and play games for like an hour without being bothered

but you are in his seat - you and your hair that smells really good (he had a class with you last semester, even sitting behind you was kind of annoying, but the impossible-to-name scent of your shampoo was something he did actually like)

he thinks of sitting elsewhere - but no, this is personal because you have to know what you’re doing

he approaches, huffy and pouty

he sees your screen and pauses - of course you’re playing the same game, but you still took his seat

when he taps your shoulder, you yelp and look back, face flushed

“what?!” your eyes are huge

he rolls his eyes, “you’re in my seat,” isn’t it obvious, he wants to add

you glance around and seem to realize, “oh - aren’t they all the same?”

he stares in disbelief, “no, they aren’t,” his voice is sharp

you sigh, “okay, princess, have your seat then,” you huff as you get up and collect your things

he doesn’t care for the remark, or the way it sticks in his brain like an earwig because really ‘princess’ was uncalled for

and when he happens to see you out the following night, you actually stop to talk to him

you smile cutely, “so princess, how’s the gameplay for you?”

he glares, he knows you just want to fluster him, “it’s fine,” he says coolly

but you’re not finished, you keep asking him questions - what kind of gameplay does he like - is he part of a guild

it’s only after you leave to get a drink that he realizes how long you’ve been talking to him - he wonders if you’ll come back or not

when you do reappear, you seem to be walking towards him, but you stop when another guy approaches

he decides he should go home anyway and starts to leave, tossing his cup in the bin as he heads for the door

he’s surprised when he feels someone pinch his ass and whips around

you’re standing there, staring, “who said you could leave? we haven’t even swapped game ids,” you pout

“did you just grab my ass?”

you nod, “yeah, it’s just so,” you sigh, “i just want to touch it, okay?”

he flushes slightly, “you have no understanding of personal space,” he tried to sound like he had some high ground to stand on

you laugh, “says the guy who played with my hair when he sat behind me!”

it was like he had been slapped, “that”— “i never!” he fumbled his reply

you are suddenly very close, “yes, you definitely did and i didn’t say anything because i thought it was kind of cute,” your lips brush his cheek

he swallows roughly, his mouth feeling dry

he feels your hand on his, the way you guide his hand between both of your bodies, then lower, he feels your hip, your low stomach - you keep pressing his hand lower, until his hand is between your legs, feeling the thin fabric of your shorts

he glances around quickly, sure that someone will see

“everyone is busy, princess, don’t look so worried,” he feels your hips press closer to his

he knows you absolutely don’t care that you’re surrounded by other people

he reflexively squeezes you, hearing your soft moan close to his ear, “play with me,” you whisper

“here?” he tries to sound confident, not insanely worried

“mhmm,” you hum as you kiss his neck, “make me come,” you whisper before softly nipping at his ear lobe

“can’t we go to the bathroom or something?” he tries again, hoping for a modicum of privacy

you sigh, “you’re such a worrier,” even as you pull away and head for the bathroom

once inside, you pull him close - the heat between you returning quickly

with a door between you and the rest of humanity, he was quick to unbutton your shorts and let them slide down her thighs, he marvels at your barely there panties and how wet they are

he pushes them to the side, working his fingers into you without a thought, and when you’re quiet, he’s almost disappointed

“this is when your quiet?” he needles

you smile and kiss him, “i can be quiet in the library too,” you quip

he’s surprised when you come quickly, he watches your cum dripping down to the bathroom floor - he’s amazed he got you off so well

he plays with your pussy idly, “that’s what i want to see you do in the library, leave a puddle under the desk,” he pushes his fingers back in - he’s sure your pussy basically sucks him in

you grin, “hmm, and here i was imagining sitting under the desk with your cock in my mouth,” you moan softly against his skin

he shrugs, working his fingers deeper, “it’s not like they’re mutually exclusive,” he reasons

you giggle, “fuck, stretch me more, princess - get me ready for your cock,” you mumble

he wonders if this has been your goal all along, but really who is he to question your motivation when you’re so wet and needy

[moonyswolfie]

Study Session

A/N: So I just finished a torturously long exam session and this fic is a result of all the stress and mental breakdowns I've accumulated like Pokemons during this time. I actually wrote this piece between two of my biggest and most difficult exams, hence the N.E.W.T.s coming in to play. I hope you enjoy and if you relate, I'm so sorry! Remember that you are strong and no amount of academic stress can bring you down!

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Potter!reader

Masterlist

The table you were sat at in the Library was so crowded with textbooks and parchments that you could not see the wood any longer. Notes and cheat sheets, explanatory scrolls of parchments, quills and bottles of ink covered the entire surface. Hell, Lily even brought a dictionary. Merlin knew what use would a muggle dictionary have when it came to magical terms, but you learned a long time ago to never question her genius.

It was N.E.W.T.s season and to say that all 5 of you were stressed would be an understatement. James thought that once you passed your O.W.L.s, the N.E.W.T.s would not be as scary as everyone made them out to be. It was an exam session, a very long and tiresome and perhaps crucial exam session, but it wasn't Voldemort, right?

Wrong. The stress was growing by the hour and despite having two more weeks at your disposal to revise and memorise all you needed to, it didn't feel like enough.

But then again, was it ever enough? 

You've been preparing for the N.E.W.T.s since the beginning of the school year, forcing yourself to attend every class and take a ginormous amount of notes that you knew would probably end up useless or lost somewhere at the bottom of your book bag. Still, you couldn't bring yourself to pause. Failure was not an option.

So far you tackled Charms, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts, all of them easy and rather entertaining subjects, if you were to say so yourself. Right now however, you were stuck on the same Potions chapter for the past four hours and were just about ready to scream, cry, Avada Kedavra yourself or better yet, all of the above.

"Hey, Sirius?" 

He hums and looks up, noticing your twitching eye and the exasperation rolling off you in waves. 

"Y/N, are you okay?" 

The concern was palpable and it caught the attention of your boyfriend in an instant, yet Remus knew better than to pester you with questions right now. He was adamant about rest and health being your first priority, but considering his own overcrowded study schedule, he would be a hypocrite to point it out at the moment. He did, however, push a goblet of water in your direction, which you eagerly accepted and gulped down in seconds. You weren't exactly allowed food or beverages in the Library, but what Pince didn't know would not hurt her.

You thanked Remus and handed the goblet back, before turning to Sirius and taking a deep breath to regain your composure. 

"I have been rereading this chapter for the majority of our time here and I still don't understand the origins or the side effects of Amortentia when used for a longer period of time. No one really bothered to detail on them in any of our textbooks and I am not sure anyone ever subjected themselves to testing it out and then writing a memoir about it. However, Slughorn oh so graciously announced us that it might be included in the advanced exam topics. Do you happen to have anything on this? I know he mentioned some in class, but I didn't catch all of them."

"I think I do..."

He shuffles some parchments and knocks down some books, thus earning himself a stern look from Madame Pince, but ultimately finds the notes and hands them over.

"There you go, love."

You smile and thank him, humming while you scan the information. For such a chaotic human being, he had the neatest handwriting you've ever seen.

It doesn't take long for you to find the part about side effects, however there was nothing you didn't already write down yourself. Thankfully though, Sirius was the type of person to absently write down everything he heard so you found other helpful pieces of information. This was why you asked him for the notes in the first place, instead of Remus or James. Remus, much like yourself, only wrote the parts he was less certain of, whereas James didn't write anything at all. And Lily, Merlin bless her, she was a growing disaster when it came to writing information down. There was, contrary to her claims, no method to her madness.

You rolled up the parchment once you were done writing, yet kept it close, just in case you needed it again later. Sirius was studying for Transfiguration, so he wouldn't miss the notes anytime soon. Lily turned to you, ready to ask a question regarding a Charms lesson she was too sick to attend, but stopped and frowned, browsing the page spread out on the table in front of you.

"Y/N, why are your notes bilingual?" 

You turned and followed her gaze to the margins, specifically to the terminology you borrowed from Sirius...

You unscrolled his notes again and placed them next to yours, looking from one to the other with a bemused smile. Next to the name of the potion, you drew a little arrow and wrote amour et obsession, which would have been inconspicuous, had you not added une potion délicate and l'amour impossible devient possible.

There were a few more next to the ingredients list and some corrections made regarding the mode of preparation. As you scanned the two sets of notes, you noticed that his were entirely in French, while you half translated, half copied your added bits.

You didn't know what was funnier, that you mindlessly wrote the information in Frenchglish, or that you didn't notice it was in another language to begin with. 

English was your mother tongue, yet like every other pureblooded offspring, you were forced to attend a variety of language lessons to determine which ones you would be more skilled in. Romantic languages proved to be your forte, so you stuck with French, Italian and Latin. It wasn't easy in the beginning, seeing as they are all mere variations of the latter, therefore making them ridiculously easy to mix up and combine in the oddest of sentences, but you persevered and were now fluent in all four. 

Regardless, slip ups like the one you were tiredly staring at now were not unheard of. You were certain it was a testament to how tired you truly were. Perhaps Remus was right, you should rest more.

But then again, this was not a simple exam session. It was the one that would determine your entire future. You could sleep when you're dead.

"You write your notes in French?"

Sirius' head shot up immediatey, confusion written all over his face.

"Yes?"

By now everyone's attention was on your exchange, which deepened his frown. James looked like he missed everything until that very moment, Remus was watching his best friend with a raised brow and Lily was silently shaking her head, smiling. She didn't know how she ended up with the lot of you, but she knew she loved you dearly.

"French is my first language" Sirius added, as if that was all the explanation you needed.

Sadly, it did nothing to clear up the confusion. When neither of you said anything, he added "doesn't everyone take notes in their first language?"

Despite Remus being the only other person in your group who wasn't a native English speaker, therefore making him the best candidate to answer his friend, you all shook your heads, your faces betraying different levels of amusement and fondness. It was a rather endearing situation.

"I don't take notes in Welsh, if that's what you're asking. I don't think I can even translate half the things correctly. Besides, the spells are in Latin, so imagine how that would look on a piece of parchment."

You chuckled at the mental image of magical notes looking more like pages taken from that muggle author's book, Tolkien. Lily followed and you both received a glare and a pointed "shhh" from Madame Pince. Honestly, it was a wonder she wasn't kicking you out at this point.

"Wait a second" James turned towards his best friend "ALL of your notes are in French?"

Sirius nods. Poor baby looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"But don't you..." you frown, unsure how to formulate your question "I see you writing constantly. If the Professor speaks, you write. How..." you groan, burying your face in your hands and shaking your head "my brain hurts. You look as if you write down everything that is said in class, so I assumed that you do?”

You peek an eye up only to be met with Sirius chuckling silently.

“I do write mostly everything that is said in class, but first I summarize it and I guess it’s easier to summarize it in French. I find it easier if I reformulate the information because it shows I understood the concept, but to avoid learning something mechanically and forgetting it when I flip the page, I use my own words. The only issue is that sometimes I forget the word I need in English or there isn’t even a word in English for said thing to begin with. Thus French. And no one really asked me for my notes before you so I didn’t see any reason to put any effort in translating them. And you didn’t seem to have a problem with it anyway.” he adds with an amused smirk, remembering Lily’s previous comment about your notes

You mask your chuckle with a cough and glance at your notes again.

“That is actually a great idea, Pads, I might have to start doing it myself.”

“NO!”

The lot of you was startled by James’ whisper-shout. You gave him a bewildered look, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Are you alright, big brother?”

“Don’t you dare. I know you and your disturbingly brilliant mind. If you start implementing this method, you’re going to write your notes in Latin” he squints, an accusatory look in his eyes “and where am I going to get my last minute notes from then?”

That was it, you couldn’t hold it in any longer if you tried. You burst out laughing, prompting an exaggerated “SHHH” to be directed your way.

“This is your last warning, if you cannot keep quiet, I suggest you move your little study session to your Common Room.”

Madame Pince was stern, yet you couldn’t fault her this time. You were loud and you certainly disturbed a few of your peers seated at nearby tables.

“Sorry” you whisper with a sheepish look.

You returned your attention to the table just in time to catch Lily placing a sweet kiss on James’ cheek, mumbling “don’t worry, my love, I won’t leave you noteless” which seemed to lift his spirits immediately. As grossed out as you were by their affection sometimes (what are sisters for after all?), you couldn’t help but smile at the scene. You were really happy he found his better half, even if it happened to be one of your best friends.

But after all, you did return the favour, did you not?

Remus’ hand found yours under the table and he squeezed it affectionately. You squeezed right back and smiled up at him, mouthing “I love you” and delighting in the beautiful smile that took over his face for the rest of the day.

[andrewminyardslawyer]

The Golden Raven predictions/a few wishful thinking

Last time I got all of them correct so we'll see how this goes! Sorry for the length, there was a lot more detail and explanations this time around lmao I've posted some of these separately and will probably add more after my reread 🤷‍♂️

- Andrew and Neil go with Kevin to Cali. To keep up the childhood friend pretence, and Kevin can't go alone. Andrew talks to Jean about Bee, that she is trustworthy. Nothing extreme but like "talk to Bee" and nothing else but Jean understands (I actually doubt this is going to happen but I think if anyone's going to convince Jean it's okay to talk to her it would be Andrew based off of Jean's thoughts from TSC). I want Wymack there but I don't think he will be with practice already started for the year and the new foxes there. A potential Kevin and Renee combo because Jean needs support and Kevin can't go alone but Andrew and Neil need to stay with the team. Either way Kevin will have someone with him, he won't be able to travel alone

- Kevin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Talks to Jeremy more about the nest and we get more information on what Riko did to Kevin

- I hope the interview is not live or recorded, it needs to be an article and I want it to be done by Renee's mom even though I have no idea what kind of reporter she is. She would be the kindest option but I don't think we're in for a kind interview. I don't think it'll be completely disastrous though. Kevin knows what he's doing, he's going all the way to Cali specifically to support Jean, the interview is to control the rumors, I don't think it will crash and burn. The Kevin Jean conversation before/after however...

- We know Jeremy's dad is (most likely) military and military often become cops when they come back. Jeremy hides from the cops (valid. ACAB)...

- someone on the team tries joking around with Jean and does something to trigger a panic attack, like splashing him with water or something

- Jean and Shane become friends. Shane is a little chaotic (he's a goalie, comes with the territory) and gets Jean to start changing how he thinks about things, he can relax a little and have fun

- Jean baby please seriously talk to Bee

- Jean crying. Please I need him to let it out!!!

- interesting to me that Jeremy's parents make him stay at the house during the week but he's free on the weekends and during the summer. Wondering if he was missing classes and he has to stay there so they make sure he goes

- mysterious potentially dead sibling is his stepfather's biologically?

- Thanksgiving break. Cat and Laila go to one of their families, leaving Jean and Jeremy alone at the house. Jeremy is required to attend Thanksgiving dinner and Jean is invited so he's not alone and Jeremy's step dad/grandfather wants to "get to know the new teammate"

- Annalise using the term investment for Jean seems like....a Choice. Pair that with Jeremy's meticulous tracking of money and his family restricting how much he gets, it seems like Jeremy has been irresponsible with money in the past

- Jeremy family event obligation. It was mentioned that if "If the Con-gressman needed a picture-perfect family for photo ops, the Knox family was duty-bound to dress up and smile bright for an exhausting number of cameras" (congressman is his step grandfather)

- "but there's bound to be a jerk or two once you pass four kids." Once you PASS for kids. Jeremy has more than Bryson, Annalise, and one mysterious probably dead other sibling. Potentially none dead and just cut contact? Maybe took sides with Jeremy's bio dad

- Jean's parents contact him some how but honestly I think if that's going to happen it will be in the third book. I feel like that part of the story won't really start rolling until then, like publicly.

- a scene with Jeremy talking to his therapist

- I feel like Jeremy's mom didn't marry his stepfather until recentlyish. Like the thing that "tore their family apart" was their parents divorcing after whatever went down Jeremy's freshman year. Or maybe they were divorced before that but still on speaking terms and the Event changed that.

- we find out what Jeremy's stepdad actually does. We know his step grandfather is a congressman but no information about his stepdad

- more of a personal wish but I don't want Jean to drink alcohol, like ever. I want him to learn how to work through things without it, I want him to avoid it because he doesn't want to become dependent on it, doesn't want to risk it

- Jean is average at pottery at first and that frustrates him that he isn't perfect at it immediately but it helps him learn that it's ok to not be good at everything or that slow progress is more sustainable

- depending on the timeline, Jean birthday. One of the team asks him when it is and they make a thing out of it on the day. Or no one knows but the coaches have it marked and one wishes him happy birthday during practice and the team, mainly the main trio/floozies, are like why didn't you tell us ☹️ and get him a few small things

- more Elodie conversations. The trio finds out

- find out what happen with Zane and Grayson but it's because Zane gets in touch with Jean after Grayson dies and they have some sort of discussion about it

- i've seen a million theories about Jeremy's backstory but none really bring his father into it and I think we need to focus on that a little bit more. Jeremy says he doesn't like people calling him by his last name, Knox, which must be his biological fathers last name because his stepdad's name is Wilshire. And he says ' "I've never been to Europe. Dad's been stationed there a couple times, but.." He shrugged and didn't bother to elaborate.' My immediate thought was military but with his mom remarrying a man whose father is a congressman makes me think Jeremy's dad might be more in that type of work than military because how else would she be in the same sphere as a congressman's son. Maybe high level military. Anyway! Jeremy doesn't want to use his father's last name either so something definitely happened with him as well. Whether it's two different things or all the same as the "scandal" Jeremy's first year. I don't really have a set theory about it but I do think he is involved in some way

[breathinginsulfur]

(Opinion) stolas hate is based on fandom misinterpretations and not the actual show because when the fuck does he act like a “baby”??

Stolas is probably the most over-hated character in all of helluva boss. And some of the downright incorrect statements i’ve seen about stolitz drive me insane

Despite his childhood abuse, neglect and forced marriage, stolas has always been privileged. He’s set for life with wealth, has butlers and staff who feed him and care for him, and can freely travel through the human realm with no legal issues. Obviously, he’s going to have a skewed perspective on life.

Because of his forced marriage and parental neglect, stolas has never really known what love is meant to be. His father didn’t know his name because he’s a king who has a shit ton of children. Stella never loved him, and he never loved stella. They were only married to have an heir. Stolas has an over-dramatized and romanticized interpretation of love, which i think is where the ‘baby’ misinterpretation roots from. Blitzo didn’t want to fuck him, all he wanted was the grimoire. But stolas didn’t realize this and genuinely believed that his first ever friend was the one who wanted him the most. Can you see how this would fuel his romantic dreams further?

Stolas, to me, was always in love with blitzo. And (hot take incoming) did not look down on him. “But charlie, what about when he said ___?” We can go through all the quotes that supposedly look down on blitzo and i can give my reasoning as to why i dont think he sees him as lesser. Stolas has grown up with imps his whole life (butlers), and it can be argued that these staff had a closer connection to him than his own family. He’s taught to view imps as lesser, as in the hierarchy they literally are, but stolas has no issue with interacting with imps and, of course, letting an imp have intercourse with him. If stolas truly looked down on imps the way people act like he does, he’d interact with blitzo in a COMPLETELY different way. As in, he wouldn’t even treat blitzo like a human. Stolas loves blitzo so much he want to be his partner.

I will say, Hierarchy is a major theme in helluva boss with several callouts to how the ones who are higher up mistreat the lower class. Just look at mastermind. Satan doesn’t let blitzo speak. But andrealphus is allowed to talk as long as he wants. Blitzo would’ve been killed for using the grimoire, but stolas just gets a punishment. Because verbatim “your life has actual value!” It’s such an interesting theme that does not nearly get as much praise as it deserves

Another huge misinterpretation with helluva boss i see is that people think the show is trying to normalize cheating. And i’ll be honest, i can kind of see how this misinterpretation happens. As much as i adore this show, there are some writing flaws.

In my opinion, helluva boss is not trying to encourage cheating on your partners. It’s trying to show you that it’s okay to leave your abusive relationships to better your life. I may talk about this a different time because this post is mainly about stolas but god i love analyzing this show so much i just go on so many tangents.

Of course, stolas’ love for blitzo pisses of Stella. Not because stella actually loves stolas, but because she is proud to be a goetia and wants to uphold her royal, priviliged status and sees stolas as an insult to the goetic line. Her and Andrealphus’s motivation is to uphold goetia standards no matter how corrupt they truly are. They’re rich people. THEY are the ones who see imps as lesser.

THERE IS SO MUCH MORE I CAN GO INTO. How this affects Octavia and why she is justifiably upset at stolas, blitzo’s perspective, themes of the show, etc. if you wanna see my takes on these things LMK!!! I love this show dearly

If you want to counter my interpretation you’re welcome to do so, however please only do it if you’re wanting to do an actual discussion and not just trying to be rude. Some of y’all are so fucking rude to the people who like the show it’s crazy. Just be respectful and i’ll talk to you.

[gvshing]

─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─PRETTY GIRL DEALING─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─

(warning for weed usage and dealing!!) pt 1.

⊹₊⋆CHAPTER TWO⊹₊⋆

Ellie knocks on your dorm door, as softly as you had earlier that day. You open it and usher her inside. Ellie nervously stands off to the side while you lock your door back and you turn around to look at her. Ellie stutters out a “You… uh… you look nice.” when she sees you in the simple loose pajama shorts and blue tee a size too big for you. You giggle at her stutters. “Thanks Ellie. And thanks for coming over! I figured I had to thank you somehow, so why not smoke together the weed you sold me at the cheapest price ever?” you say, trying to sound chill about it. She nods, though if you weren’t looking at her so intensely, you might not have noticed. You motion towards the bed before flopping on it aggressively. “So…” She says, anxiety slowly bubbling inside her higher and higher now that she’s actually here in front of you once more. She sits next to you as casually as she can muster, trying not to look too stiff or awkward. “So…” you mimic her tone and smile at her. “You know, I’ve been friends with Dina for a semester and like a half now. Isn’t it weird we’ve never met?” You say realizing Dina had been keeping her a secret from you this whole time. “Oh yeah.. That’s kinda weird. I don’t really go anywhere but classes though to be fair. I’m not a party person. Too anxious. And I really only sell out of my dorm, it’s rare that I go somewhere else to deal. All my clients are here on campus. Dina was saying she was wanting us to be friends, but she had never mentioned you before today. No offense I’m sure, she just doesn’t talk a lot about other friends… Which now that I’m thinking about it is weird. She talks about everything.. Hm.. ” Ellie rants on accident. Maybe this was a bad idea, there’s no way she’s going to be able to hold it together for this entire interaction. She’s certainly going to make a fool of herself in some way. That seems to be what she’s good at. And it seems that was already happening. “No! Me neither to be honest! The only parties I’ve gone to were because my dealer was there or I went with a friend and then was promptly ditched by said friend.” You say trying to make her feel less like an introvert, even though she was in good company if that’s what she was worried about. “And yeah.. Dina doesn’t talk much about her other friends I’m noticing as well. She kept you a secret from me for so long. That’s messed up Dina.” you joke. Ellie laughs along with you. Eventually she starts feeling less anxious the longer you two sit and talk.

You and Ellie fell into a natural rhythm after a while. Before you knew it, it was almost two in the morning. “Oh, shit. It’s late. I’m sorry. I totally lost track of time.” You blurt out when you see the time flash across your phone screen. “I have a morning class, and you probably do as well. God, I knew it was late and I just couldn’t wait to hang out, and now you’re going to be dead tired in the morning and it’s going to be my fault.” talking so fast, Ellie stares at your freaking form. ‘How are they both way less anxious than me and also way more anxious than me?’ flashes through Ellie’s head before she laughs and puts a hand on your leg to get you to calm down a bit. “It’s okay! I do have a class but, I’m always surviving off like 5 hours of sleep a night so it’s chill. I promise. I’ll head out though, so you can get some sleep. Thanks for having me over, this was fun.” Ellie stands up and heads towards the door, gathering her random belongings she had placed on the floor next to the door. “Ugh, I wish we could hang out longer. Text me when you get back so I know you got back safe, Okay?” You tell her and wrap her in the second hug of the night from you. “Of course. I’ll see you.” Ellie pulls back and gives you a smile, this time placing a kiss on your cheek. You break out in a blush and watch as she walks out of your room. You lock the door behind her and promptly run to your bed and pounce on it. You squeal into your pillow and flip around to be on your back so you can stare at the ceiling. You take deep breaths and calm your fast beating heart. She might kill you via heart attack if you’re not careful. It’s nice to find someone attractive again. To have a crush on someone, it’s almost a foreign feeling. The feeling of butterflies and clammy hands that don’t stem from anxiety that’s eating away at you. You wait patiently for the buzz of your phone signalling that she had texted you that she was safe and sound. You send your quick reply and flip around to try to drift into sleep. It took you a bit longer than usual to fall asleep, you felt like a child on christmas eve. That happy anxiety keeps you from falling faster into that safe void of dreamland you had always found refuge in. It’s good though, you have to remind yourself. You’ll have to thank Dina later for bringing you this new adventure and placing it so softly into your hands. And also punch her in the arm for keeping it from you for as long as she had.

Ellie reaches her dorm door and instantly sends you her text of reassuring that she’s safe. She walks in, kicks her shoes off, and lays on her bed. Instantly falling deep in thought. She needs to be careful. Yes, you guys get along. Yes, you’re cute. Yes, you’re nice. And you don’t seem like the type to take advantage, but she can’t be too careful. She’s been fucked over before. She’s a drug dealer. She can’t forget that. She can’t get too close, too fast. Otherwise there’s a chance of heartbreak there. A chance of Joel telling her once again that she needs to think things through better. She should call Joel. She’s been putting it off, sending him the occasional ‘I love you’ and ‘Yes i'm okay and no i haven't been kidnapped’ texts. She’ll do that soon. She drifts into an anxious sleep, thinking about all the what if’s in her head.

The next morning you get ready with a slight pep in your step. Ellie gets ready with her usual groggy and foot dragging pace. When the hours of lectures are over, you both find yourselves in your respective dorms. You start the schoolwork you’ve been putting off and quickly kill 3 hours. Ellie, on the other hand, waits for Dina to arrive for their hang out session. She distracts herself by pulling up minecraft on her laptop. She mindlessly destroys blocks and places them down for about 45 minutes. Looking at the clock every 10 minutes, she feels her anxiety getting worse the closer to the time of Dina’s arrival. She shouldn’t be nervous to hang out with her friend whom she’s known for years. But, she is. Ellie’s jumpscared when she looks over from her minecraft to see Dina standing directly next to her desk. “Shit! Dina, you scared me, what the fuck? What happened to the knocking?” Ellie has her chest in her hands, grasping at her heart. Dina laughs at Ellie and falls back on Ellie’s bed. “You’re fine! It’s just me. You knew what time I was coming!  Your door was unlocked and it’s not like you were doing anything scandalous, anyway.” Dina retorts. Ellie rolls her eyes at Dina and moves her chair to sit next to the bed. “Yeah, but I could’ve been! You don’t know what I do when you’re not around!” Dina copies Ellie’s eye roll and sits up on her elbows. “Ellie. Be for real. You don’t have any bitches and I know you just watch people play games on youtube, play the game yourself, play guitar, deal weed and SOMETIMES you’ll watch some weird 80’s sci fi movie that makes me gag from how bad it is. I know what you’re about, I’m your best friend.” Dina smiles wide at her, baring all her teeth. Ellie scoffs and kicks her feet up to rest on the bed. “Okay, fine, you’ve got me there. But, I’m starting to think I’m not your best friend… Keeping your friends away from me.. God woe is me, Dina.” Dina laughs and throws a pillow at Ellie that she catches in her hands and tosses aside.

“You’re dramatic, Els. I just never think of it. Besides, you know Jesse and that’s enough isn’t it?” “No! He doesn’t count! You guys are a package deal! You know what I’m talking about, Dina.” Ellie raises her eyebrows dramatically at Dina. “God, Ellie. Look, I didn’t think that you guys wouldn’t like each other. I just figured that neither of you would care that bad, you’re both introverts. My bad for not setting you up.” Dina, now sitting up, crosses her arms in defense. Ellie sighs. “Y/N is nice, that’s all. I’m just fucking with you, Dina. I promise.” Dina uncrosses her arms and grins at Ellie. “Alright, if you say so. I should’ve told you I was sending them your way before you were even texted. That’s my bad. But, yeah, they’re nice. I’m glad you think so.” Ellie moves to sit on the bed across from Dina. “Yeah.. I feel that you guys would click nicely. Both anxious as hell. You both smoke. You both are obnoxious about your gaming youtubers.” Ellie shoves Dina. “Shut up! I am not obnoxious about them! I watch them often, that's it! You’re the dramatic one, Dina.” “Whatever! You two are like, perfect for eachother.” Ellies sighs for the thousandth time, “Dina, I appreciate you playing matchmaker, I do. But, I’m not looking for a relationship. I’ve gotten fucked over because of my title as a dealer. I’m not trying to have that happen again. That shit sucked.” Dina rolls her eyes and puts her hand out for Ellie to hold. Ellie grabs it hesitantly and tilts her head to the side, anxious to hear what Dina had to say. “Ellie, I get it. I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to. Especially at the expense of Y/N. They’re nice. And I don’t want them getting fucked over just as much as I don’t want you getting fucked over. I trust them. Trust me by trusting them. Take it slow. I see the giddiness inside you, Ellie!” Dina exclaims on the brink of annoyance at Ellie’s distrust. Ellie smiles and looks at her lap, shaking her head. “Okay, Dina. I’ll trust you by trusting her. But, I’m not going to throw myself into it.” Dina nods in acceptance. “That’s all I ask! Fuck that other bitch who fucked you over! You’re a bad bitch and you deserve equally as bad as a bitch!” Ellie and Dina laugh together and spend the rest of the night in lighthearted conversation.

You on the other hand spent your night cuddled in bed after you finished all your schoolwork, minus a few odds and ends you need to finish for random projects or essays. You had texted Ellie asking how her day had gone but hadn’t quite gotten a text back. The anxiety rested in your chest from not getting a reply but you kept reminding yourself you just met the day before. You guys didn’t even really know each other that well. Deciding it shouldn’t be this big of a deal to you is how you find yourself in your current position. Youtube blaring on the T.V. in front of you. When you do finally receive a text back from Ellie, it’s just a simple ‘Hey sorry I’m just now seeing this! I was hanging out with Dina! My day was good! How was yours?’ By this time it was about 11 pm and you were feeling way too tired to hold a conversation from your previous night of little sleep. You end up just sending back ‘No worries! I hope hanging out with Dina was good! I miss her lol. Feel like I haven’t seen her in weeks even though it was like 3 days ago. My day was good! I hope you have a good sleep!’ You stand up and start to get ready for bed. You wash your face, fill your bedside cup with water and turn off your lights besides the set of fairy lights you have strung around your bed. You opt to not check your phone before plugging it in. If you see a text back from Ellie you’ll feel the need to reply, and you need to sleep. If there's not a text back from her, you’ll feel the sadness in your chest you’ve been trying to avoid. Nestling into bed, you drift off to sleep faster than the night before. Thoughts of school and Ellie in your mind. Hoping you’re not coming off too strong. Hoping you can be normal. Hoping, hoping, hoping.

Laying in bed, Ellie rehashes her day. She trusts Dina’s word about you. But, she just can’t seem to trust herself. Ellie feels that familiar feeling of unease pass over her and she turns over on her side a bit viciously, closing her eyes she refuses to think about it any longer. She’ll deal with it in the morning. She falls asleep, glow in the dark stars plastered over her head, and she dreams of nothing.

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Tumblr makes it so hard to post on here sometimes. throwing up pissing and shitting currently. anywayyyy

[bellamoooon]

Childhood best friends to lovers, i love this concept a little too much and got carried away lol <33

She’d never know, at least that’s what he convinced himself of.

She’d never know that she was like a breath of fresh air after drowning for hours, that she was like the first bit of light rising up in the morning, that she was like the feeling of warmth when getting praised, that talking to her was like hearing his favorite song for the first time again, that her laugh was engraved in his brain and he could hear it even when she wasn’t around, that her presence radiated light that seeped right into his bones, that seeing her was like a shot of espresso immediately waking every nerve in his system, that her smile gleamed with such brightness it could light up the whole world in an eternal darkness, that her eyes said so much more than anything she had ever said, that she was a perfectly aligned harmony when everything else was out of tune.

She’d never know, but he did.

She lived within him; His whole life had been reduced to her.

“Wow Art, this is really good!” his literature teacher spoke as she read his paper, “y’know, if the whole tennis thing doesn’t work out, you could be the next big writer, I mean it.”

For his literature class, as a “creative exploration exercise”—his teacher calls it—they had been assigned to write a paper on someone of something which they could understand as unrequited love, of course he had chosen you, because what better example than you and Art.

You and Art have known each other since diapers due to your parents being best friends from their college days up to the present day, which sort of brought the two of you together one way or another, but you wouldn’t have it any other way, and neither would art.

Growing you with you might’ve been one of the best things he has ever been able to experience, he wishes people could actually get to feel what its like to be shined on by your light, for him, it truly is unearthly every time.

Sure, you two had distance shoved in your faces when he went to MRTA, but when he returned home for breaks, it was like nothing changed, it was just you and Art.

And of course as cliché as it may be, the inevitable happened, Art began to fall in love with you.

At first, he tried to convince himself that it was just the affection he had for his best friend, but he had no way to deny it. From the second he stopped just seeing you, but when he started seeing you.

He could try to blame it on his hormones and being a teenager, but everything else contradicted that.

In the summer, seeing you in your two-piece swimsuit didn’t seem the same, especially since you had started to grow into your big girl body, as his nana said.

At Christmas when he saw you walk into the living room dressed as Cindy Lou who from shoes to hair, with a goofy smile, but why did it make him blush? You seemed the same, you did this every year.

Patrick mocked him for having a small picture of the two of you in his wallet, but he didn’t care, whenever he was having a bad day, or missed home, he’d look at the picture, instantly erasing anything that disturbed his thoughts.

But you’d never know that. And he was okay with that. For the most part.

A couple of weeks he went back home for spring break, he was feeing at ease, he’d see his parents, his nana, and…you.

“Artie! My sweet boy!” his grandmother called out as he walked out of the car to the front porch with a suitcase in his hand, and a wide smile. His grandmother ran up to him wrapping her arms around him, her warmth immediately transferring to his skin, he was home.

“Nana, hey, how’ve you been?” he spoke with a sweet tone as he hugged her back. Sure, tennis was his whole life, but coming back home felt like a weight was lifted off his back, he doesn’t have to be THE Art Donaldson, he was just…Art.

“You look so tired baby boy, let me take your bags, go take a shower” his nana said as she shut the door behind her.

“Nana, seriously don’t worry—“

“Will you just let me take care of you while you’re here? You’ve gotta do all this yourself at school, but not here Artie” and well, there isn’t much arguing with nana Donaldson, it’s just how it’s been his whole life.

After his shower, Art walked in his room with a calm breath and loose muscles, how he needed that warm shower, as he walked over to his bag, which was placed next to the window he began to look for some clothes.

He wasn’t one to feel prying eyes on him but by reflex, Art lifted his head as he looked through the window, it was you.

You covered your mouth clearly giggling as he looked down at himself completely naked only covered by a towel wrapped around his waist, “fuck me” he muttered as he looked up once again but now face completely flushed and the tips of his ears burning red.

He waved awkwardly as he pulled the curtains closed feeling flustered, he wanted to get his mind off of her, so he said, how’s that going? Not great.

His nana looked up as he came downstairs with a puzzled expression, your name left his lips.

“What about her?” She asked as she left a plated grilled cheese in front of him.

“Why didn’t you tell me she was home for the break?” She laughed, why is she laughing?

“Sweetie, I thought it was obvious, she always come back home for breaks” she shook her head as she smiled playfully, “though, I think there’s something about her being here that bothers you”

“What— no, no, it doesn’t bother me, I just— would’ve expected something else, I don’t know”

“You sure?” She slid the paper across the counter with delicacy, “are you absolutely sure baby?”

“Nana! I told you to stop snooping, come on!” He said taking the paper as quickly as possible, could this day get any worse?

“One, I wasn’t snooping, it fell out of your backpack, and two, Artie, you know you can tell me anything, right?” He lowered his head ever so slightly as he grabbed the sandwich to then take a bite.

“I know.” He said once he swallowed, she leaned against the counter with curious eyes.

“She’s good, she’s smart, and really talented, did you hear she put out a song?” He lifted his brows in surprise, you really had picked music, over psychology, huh…

“Huh…well that’s great, I’m sure she’ll do great with all that” his nana scoffed as she muttered a small “art…” with a warning tone, “what? I mean it”

“You gotta give me more than that after that thing you wrote, Art, I taught you better than this.”

“I just—! I don’t know what to say, Nana, that’s the problem. Not to you, not to Patrick and most definitely not to her” he spilled, fiddling nervously with his hands, “I’d screw our friendship, one sided feelings aren’t worth risking years of trust.”

“Well you never know Artie, sometimes holding onto those feelings is painful, even if something is on the line, it isn’t worth it if you’re hurting” she was right, but Art would never say that out loud, this was all too much for him.

“It’s just…it’s not easy”

“Well my boy, no one said love was easy, and sometimes, just sometimes, the most complicated loves, are the most beautiful ones” he listened intently as he finished off the grilled cheese, she was right, maybe all he needed to do was tell her.

You had to know.

So there he was at 2:34 a.m throwing small pebbles at your window, just like he did years ago to then go the skate park at midnight and sit at the top of the ramps while you talked till sunrise.

“Stop throwing rocks Donaldson, you’ll wake the dog” you came out the door in pjs but wrapped in a jacket, he turned with a confused expression “I came running down when I felt the first two rocks” you laughed softly as you blushed slightly, God you missed this.

It’s like being kids all over again.

“So how’s tennis and all, Mr. Stanford?” You asked as you swung your hanging feet off the ramp.

“Y’know tennis is the same always, trust me, you don’t care” he laughed as he shook his head, “but Stanford is nice, just not the same without you and Patrick on my ass all the time”

“Ah, of course, because that’s the biggest change you’ve had since we were kids up to today” you rolled your eyes as you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah…” he chuckled dryly as he looked away, could he be more obvious, goddamn.

“What?”

“No— no, it’s nothing” he insisted.

“Art I know you, it’s not nothing, what’s up?” You pushed as he looked up at the sky biting his lip while humming, “Art?”

“Hm?” He turned to look at you again, you lifted a brow silently asking once again, “ah…I— I love you” he blurted out unable to stop himself.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out.

“I have since the summer you turned fifteen, you just— you kinda started to seem different to me, and I— I fell in love with you.” He sighed, “and I know timing sucks and it’s gonna make things weird, but if I didn’t tell you, it would eat me alive, y’know it’s been so long—“ his rambling got cut off as your lips crashed onto his almost immediately.

His body tensed up completely, the feeling of your lips foreign to his, but so familiar at the same time, the reality was better than any dream he had ever managed to build up in his mind, your plump lips tasting faintly like cherry lip gloss, he was most likely dreaming, he thought, cause there is no way he had told you how he felt, and even less probabilities of him kissing you.

As you pulled away, he found himself instinctively following you with parted lips and eyes shut, he was so high with your mere presence, a soft giggle from you snapped him back to reality as his eyes opened up slowly, pupils blown, he looked as if he had just seen God.

“…Did you just—“

“Kiss you?” You ask slightly tilting your head with a giddy smile, “seems like it”

You shrugged as you snorted softly.

“Oh.” Oh was the only thing his brain could process for him to say still stunned.

“Okay— so you tell me you love me, but I kiss you and all you say is ‘oh’, I mean—“ you said as you licked your lips as you thought.

“I just— I didn’t think you’d— like…you…like…” he fumbled as he tried to pull a thought out of the back of his brain.

“Art, you’re telling me you didn’t expect me to kiss you, when I’ve literally had this…I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, and I’ve been as subtle as a marching band” you tell him as a blush creeps up your face while you chuckle nervously.

“You’re kidding, right?” You shake your head with a small grin, he scoffs as he covers his face with his hands, “am I just that dense?”

“Not dense, more like…oblivious” you laugh as he glares back playfully.

Then there’s beat of silence, that moment where suddenly everything had fallen into place, he’s been pining over you for years, and you’ve waited for the right moment for as long as you can remember, but then the question settles in, what now?

“Uhm…art…?” You turn to him with hesitation, he hums in response “what now? I mean, you’re going back to cali after break and I’m going back to New York…”

“Hm…I hadn’t really thought that far into it” he said softly turning to look at you with gentle eyes, “what now?” He asks back softly.

“I— I like you, Art, I’m in it for the long game.” You spoke honestly as you fiddled with your fingers.

“I’ll play the long game. You’re out there, I’m out there too, we’ll see each other in summer, thanksgiving, and Christmas…I mean it, I— don’t just like you.” He confessed as he chewed on the inside of his cheek nervously.

“I can do that” you said softly, smiling back at him, letting out a small breath, “long game…?”

Your hand cupped his cheek making him face you, he smiled as he nodded, looking down at your lips and back at your eyes “long game.” He muttered as he leaned in kissing you once again, holding you gently in a fear of breaking you.

That right there. That was it, you were the living proof of unrequited love for him.

[kevinsdsy]

hi pookie if you have dicking around time i would love for you to drop some nabil hcs i miss that guy

AHHHHH THANK YOU FOR ASKING I LOVE TALKING MY SHIT ABOUT MY HEADCANONS AND NABIL MAHMOUD IS MY BABY-- this is a few days late tho because #busylife BUT LETS DO THIS!!!!

where to start? hmm. okay like in my mind nabil is really energetic, but in a chill and quiet way? idk if that makes sense. he isn't necessarily loud, but he does always have something to say and there's always a joke ready on his tongue.

this man has such random lore. like he knows basically everyone.

also has a lot to do with the fact he doesn't say no to hanging out like ever. oh you're bored and want to drive around? let's do it! you want to get coffee? just let me grab my shoes. oh you just want to leave the dorms and have no idea what to do? we'll figure something out on our way.

and not just with people on his team. it's also people from his classes. friends of his friends. people from other majors. just basically anyone he has ever met.

this also lead to him staying up for three days straight with derek thompson btw (to me they match each other's freak okay)

this guy doesn't go to most of his classes by the way, but he always passes his exams with flying colors (also has a lot to do with the fact he does not respect a good sleep schedule and just pulls all nighters when he thinks he needs them).

he skips so many classes to hang out with tony <333 and tony loves spending time with him so much he pretends like he doesn't have nabil's schedule memorised and isn't aware that nabil is supposed to be following his classes instead.

both tony and nabil are spider-man obsessed and they have comic dates where they go buy new comics together or hang out to read them. they're losers your honour <333

his brain works in mysterious ways. this guy is always using arabic phrases and words in his sentences and most of the time he doesn't even realize it or just assumes everyone on the team has spent so much time with him that they know what he means.

like if someone fouls him during games or something happens during practices he goes "bro what the fuck was that?! that was haram!" (not allowed in islam). it doesn't even make sense in the context, because of course it isn't even haram he's just a silly guy.

nabil is a MAJOR football (soccer) fan. he actually barely watches exy games meanwhile he catches every barça and PSG game and has crazy ball knowledge.

ever since jean joins the team and he gets to know jean better he always takes a piss at the french language (we gotta do it for our ancestors).

his french isn't the best, but he does know a few phrases here and there and likes showing off in front of jean (jean is not impressed btw)

he also listens a lot to french rap (doesn't every north african guy?) and rai (algerian folk music). i actually need to make him a playlist now that I mention it.

hmm what else? idk. i wanted to go into his ramadan lore since it's almost that of the year, but i don't have that much for him.

just know ramadan nights are CRAZY and he comes back with crazy late night stories.

"oh yeah so i was at the mosque and this guy THREW UP right next to me."

"let's go get smoothies?" he texts around midnight to the groupchat. laila obviously joins him since she's participating too, but that leads to cat joining in and obviously tony is already there. cody never sleeps either, so they're up for the late night food/drink run. shawn joins because #fomo but falls asleep in the car. derek is in the passenger seat next to nabil and is drinking and eating as much as nabil is. everyone (but shawn for once) is energetic and having a blast.

midnight is still the normal hour for him. he also does another run @ 4am. once again cody joins him and this time lucas is there too. laila is responsible enough to just eat and drink something quickly at home before praying and heading back to bed again.

then it's the next day and nabil is #dead since he didn't respect himself enough to get a normal amount of sleep nor can he get any energy drinks (which he normally drinks)

[vixensdungeon]

While I continue my research on the druid through editions (there's a lot of stuff in 3e, dear reader), let's take a little detour into something that isn't really lore relevant, and thus won't have an effect on the development of the world through the ages, but is still interesting to weird dorks like myself.

Weapons vs. Armour

Any historian of war worth their daily salt ration will know that not every weapon is equally effective against every type of armour. So how has Dungeons & Dragons modelled that in the past? Let's find out!

As a sample scenario, we'll imagine the following: Naiviv the Medium has finally grown tired of Belladonna the Halfling Veteran's constant Lawful moralising in the form of rustic halfling sayings, and has decided to stab her companion in the back. Don't worry children! This Top 10 Anime Betrayal would never actually happen. Naiviv and Belladonna are besties, and Naiviv remains ever a friend of the halfling, like Gandalf before her.

Dungeons & Dragons

The rules of Chainmail take the type of weapon and armour used into account without any sort of optional rules needed. We simply reference the Woman-to-Halfling melee table, and cross reference dagger with leather armour. So Naiviv would roll two dice, a result of 7 or above resulting in a hit being scored. Just four more hits to take that little bugger down! Unfortunately Belladonna's dagger will need only two rolls of 6 or above to slay the treacherous magic-user.

If we're using the alternative combat system like a bunch of cowards, we have to rely on one of the supplements, Greyhawk, to simulate this. We'll note that Naiviv has an armour class of 9, while Belladonna's AC is 7. Referencing the table for weapon vs armour from Greyhawk, we see that Naiviv's dagger will receive no modifier against Belladonna's leather armour, so a roll of 12 on a twenty-sided die will be required to strike a blow of 1-4 hit points against the halfling. But against Naiviv's no armour, Belladonna receives a +2 modifer, so only an 8 is needed. I'm not liking Naiviv's chances here.

Advanced Dungeons & Dragons

Okay, now we must convert the characters into a new edition. Fortunately this is super easy, the only major difference being the size of a fighter's hit die, which unfortunately bumps Belladonna's total up. Oh, and our intrepid magic-user is now known as Naiviv the Prestidigitator. Naiviv's armour class is now 10, while Belladonna's is 8. We once again cross reference weapon to armour type. Factoring in a +1 modifier, Naiviv requires a roll of 11 to hit Belladonna. But because of a +3, Belladonna only needs a 7 to hit Naiviv. This really feels like discrimination against robes.

Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Edition

Time for another conversion, though this time there really isn't anything to it. But alas, our girls have lost their precious level titles and should probably look into getting proper surnames. Instead of referencing an attack matrix, both of them now have a THAC0 of 20. Armour classes remain the same as before. The weapon vs armour table now only considers the weapon's damage type rather then individual weapons, which is less cumbersome but much less nuanced. So we look at the column for piercing weapons and… oh ho ho, what is this? It seems like the writers have made something of a whoopsie. Against Naiviv's dagger, Belladonna's AC drops to 8 (a 12 needed to hit), while Naiviv's AC remains 10 (a 10 needed to hit) because the table makes no mention of modifiers against no armour at all. This evens the odds a bit, though perhaps not sufficiently.

Dungeons & Dragons 3rd Edition

Conversion time yet again. Naiviv is now a wizard from jump, and thanks to her constitution and getting the maximum roll on 1st level and taking Toughness which most optimisers ignore because they're making characters they don't think will have to survive level 1, she actually has hit points equal to Belladonna! There's absolutely zero consideration for weapon against armour type, so with her +0 base attack bonus Naiviv will need to roll a 12 to hit Belladonna's AC of 12, while Belladonna gets a stupid +1 base attack bonus for being a fighter and only needs a 9 to hit Naiviv's AC 10.

And there you have it. I probably could've factored in Naiviv maybe knowing mage armor but I couldn't be bothered.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do a sturniolos little sister fic where she’s like a senior in hs & comes home from school and immediately goes to her room ignoring her brothers cause people at school were being hella rude & making her insecure but she doesn’t wanna talk to them about it

yes i can!

“More Than Enough”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: none

Y/N Sturniolo was not in the mood.

From the moment she stepped into school that morning, everything had gone downhill. The whispers, the side-eyes, the subtle but stinging comments about her outfit, her hair, even the way she talked. She’d heard one girl giggle to her friend, “I don’t get it—how is she related to the triplets?” That one had stung the worst.

By the time she got home, her energy was drained, and all she wanted was to disappear into her room.

She shoved the front door open, stepping inside without a word.

“Yo,” Nick called from the couch. “Took you long enough to get home.”

Chris, who was half-asleep on the other end of the couch, cracked an eye open. “You good?”

Y/N ignored them, kicking off her shoes and heading straight for the stairs.

Matt, who had just come out of the kitchen, raised an eyebrow. “Uh… hello?”

Still, she said nothing, practically sprinting up the stairs and slamming her bedroom door shut.

The triplets exchanged looks.

“That was weird, right?” Chris asked, sitting up.

“Super weird,” Nick agreed. “She usually at least insults Chris before going to her room.”

Matt sighed, already making his way up the stairs. “I’ll check on her.”

Nick and Chris followed because, of course, they did.

Standing outside Y/N’s door, Matt knocked. “Yo, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing,” Y/N’s voice came through the door, flat and unconvincing.

Chris rolled his eyes. “Liar. What happened? Did your teacher roast you in class again?”

Y/N huffed. “No.”

Nick crossed his arms. “You’re never this quiet unless something’s wrong.”

Silence.

The triplets exchanged glances again before Matt reached for the doorknob. It was unlocked, so he pushed the door open, revealing Y/N curled up in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Chris plopped onto the bed beside her. “Okay, spill. Who do I have to fight?”

Y/N let out a breathy laugh but shook her head. “It’s stupid.”

Nick sat on the floor beside her bed. “So? We love stupid things.”

Matt leaned against the doorway. “Y/N.” His voice was softer this time. “What happened?”

She hesitated, chewing on her lip. “People were just… being rude today. Saying stuff.”

Chris frowned. “What kind of stuff?”

Y/N sighed. “Just—like, why I don’t look like you guys. Why I’m not funny like you. Why I don’t—” she exhaled sharply. “I don’t know. I just felt stupid all day.”

The room went quiet.

Then—

Nick scoffed. “Okay, first of all? Those people are idiots.”

Chris nodded. “The dumbest.”

Matt walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, you know that’s all BS, right? You do look like us.”

“Yeah,” Nick added. “You just got the better genes.”

Chris smirked. “Facts. You got all the beauty, and we got stuck looking like each other.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

“No, you shut up,” Chris shot back. “You’re literally awesome. You’re funny as hell—probably funnier than Nick.”

Nick gasped. “Excuse me?”

Matt ignored them. “The point is, who cares what random people at school think? They don’t know you.”

Nick nodded. “Yeah. We do. And you’re pretty freaking great.”

Chris poked her arm. “And if anyone says otherwise, I’ll fight ‘em.”

Y/N smiled a little, staring at the three of them. “You guys are so annoying.”

Matt nudged her shoulder. “That’s our job.”

Nick grinned. “Feeling better?”

She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Chris slung an arm around her. “Good. Now let’s go downstairs before Nick starts getting emotional.”

Nick threw a pillow at him. “Shut up.”

Y/N laughed, and for the first time that day, she actually felt okay. Maybe even more than okay.

Because no matter what people at school said, she had three built-in best friends who always had her back.

And that was more than enough.

[fridayyy-13th]

ty for the tag :D

last song: "Mutiny" from Epic: the Musical (yes, i'm finally listening to Epic, y'all. only took five different friends recommending it over several months to finally drag me in lmao. it's very good <3)

favorite color: green 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

last book: Somewhere Beyond the Sea by TJ Klune, which i have not had much time to read lately, but it's vv good so far

last movie: okay there's technically two answers here. last night i was rewatching a film i'd watched for a class so i could do an assignment, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (the original 1920 one, not the 2005 remake), but that was less sitting down and watching and more refreshing my memory of it by letting it play in the background as i wrote my assignment on it. the last film i watched was another one for this same class, It Happened One Night. which was very fun. i'm not much of a romcom guy but it was cute. (and a secret third answer, if you want the last film i watched on my own time: La La Land. i'd never seen it before! incredible film. ouch.)

sweet/spicy/savory: savory all the way

relationship status: Maximum Gay Aroace Pining Baybee 👍 that mayyyyy actually be reciprocated?? shit's wild. and very exciting. and also a bit scary. but mostly exciting.

last thing i googled: looked up the livestream for a local church's service, bc i've been considering attending and wanted to feel out what it's like before going in person.

current obsession: a Solid Tie between both The Magnus Archives and Dan & Phil, surprising absolutely no one.

looking forward to: possibly getting dinner with a friend tonight; we wanted to go out as a group with some other friends, but said other friends have not responded in the group chat, so i'm gonna ask if this friend still wants to hang out anyway

tags (no pressure!!): @loverlighted @ellamenop @roatmeal @starrynightalex @cornmazehater @red-velvet-0w0 @seaside-hysteria

Thank you @thesem for the tag! <3

Last Song: That's a really hard one to answer at Christmas. Honestly I've had the theme song from Santa Claus Conquers the Martians stuck in my head for three days now.

Favorite Color: Changes frequently, but I like purple and deep greens!

Last Book: Joy in the Morning by PG Wodehouse

Last Movie: The Alistair Sim 'Scrooge' - which is my absolute favourtie Christmas Carol adaptation

Last TV Show: All Creatures Great and Small (the new one)

Sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet, alas.

Relationship Status: giant snowman pattern minecraft

Last Thing I Googled: giant snowman pattern minecraft

Current Obsession: I've kind of got two at the moment that I guess are linked? I've been trying to read/watch my way through the complete works of Shakespeare, and I've been researching the backstage side of how theatres work and theatre history, ostensibly for a future project.

Looking Forward To: My game The Beekeeper's Picnic is coming out in a few months! I have so much work left to do on it, but I'm also excited about entering the final stretch!

I will tag @fruitviking, @jeremys-come-to-bed-eyes @sandygarnelle @geeoharee and anyone else who would like to do it <3

[megafandombandgeekgirl]

Merthur One Shot- It started with a touch

Merlin and Arthur’s friendship had always been…physical. It started small, with Arthur punching Merlin’s shoulder or Merlin throwing something at the prince. The longer they knew each other, the more touching was involved.

Everyone who watched them thought they were mad. How could Merlin be so complacent with Arthur’s shoulder pats or playful shoves? And how could Arthur get away with being so close to Merlin? Neither of them seemed to mind it and it wasn’t bothering the others so on it went.

Eventually the playful shoves and smacks deepened into arms around one of their shoulders and neck or a teasing remark turned into blows and wrestling on the ground (Arthur always won those, mind you, but Merlin didn’t seem to mind. He enjoyed seeing the prince happy).

The knights started tuning out the behaviors, instead making bets about how far it would go and knowing amongst themselves that it was just how Merlin and Arthur were; best friends, companions, two sides of the same coin. One day though, the knights watched the boys and even they couldn’t ignore what they saw.

Merlin had said something stupid (again) undoubtedly about the prince’s superior strength and skills. And Arthur being Arthur, who never let someone bruise his pride like that, not even Merlin, demanded an arm wrestling match.

So the knights all watched as the prince and his servant set about to having “arm wrestling matches”, each boy’s hand gripped tightly around the other. Arthur won every single round, of course, but Merlin was okay with that. Eventually, the matches went from being a competition to the two of them joking, talking, fighting with their hands still locked, never letting go, content to remain connected in that one small way.

Gwaine had rolled his eyes at the knights knowingly and Percival reluctantly handed over a gold piece, having lost the bet. Leon and Elyan and Lancelot all shook their heads too, each passing money to the other knights in the circle. For some of them had bet against Arthur and Merlin falling in love. And the others…well they knew it from the first touch.

Now every time Merlin and Arthur are in public, their “fights” always turn into lingering touches; an arm around a waist. A grip upon a shoulder.

A hand within a hand.

[egophiliac]

the lovers, reversed

(aka I'm still freaking out about Jou)

[bottlemandx]

award for most neurotic 13 year old goes to...!!!!

(LOW-EFFORT FUNNIES UNDER CUT)

[yourlocalolive]

LISTEN i tried my best mkay. I TRIED!!!!!!...kinda. first time trying out this style :3 i might redo it later since i did it during lessons LMFAO

do not steal or i will cry (i dunno if this is worth stealing either bro)

if u're wondering what happens next he probably just gives u a big smooch (I AM KIDDING .!!!!!!!!) okay bye

[dekusleftsock]

SOOOOO…. EVERYONES TALKING ABOUT HOW TOGA SHOULD HAVE A THIRD OPTION IN THIS SCENARIO THAT ISNT IMPRISONMENT OR DEATH…

SO LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO THE POSSIBLE OUTCOME OF “SUPERVISED BY UA STAFF” WHERE SHE GOES TO SCHOOL WITH THE REST OF CLASS 1-A

I really thought that this was being a tad unrealistic, even when I first started thinking about it. But with toga refusing to be imprisoned and taking death in Ochakos arms as a sacrifice, I can’t help but wonder that if (when, lets be honest here this is another fake out lol) toga does survive in some miracle, probably through hawks, what IS an ending in which she isn’t imprisoned? Where is that?

UA BABY! Aoyama was imprisoned there when he was found out to be the spy, toga has REPEATEDLY been in the UA school uniform in tonsssss of official art! Which I talked about a certain specific official art here which was the biggest hint imo that it’s where toga would end up belonging. Will that make parents of UA students angry? The civilians? OTHER UA students, especially non heroics students? Absolutely it will. But that’s the thing, they’re going to be angry but change needs to happen. If toga was under INTENSE supervision and especially Ochako’s supervision then… I think it could work.

Toga and ochako are together, dekus looking away bc he no longer has that much importance to their story, and Aizawa is oddly close. Not yet aware of the situation or what may be in store for him in the future.

But he is their teacher, he is their guide. It’s his job to protect and, most importantly, accept them.

I MEAN, GOD DAMMIT PEOPLE THEYRE IN THE UA DORMS AND ITS ALL IN BLACK, YELLOW, PINK, AND GREEN LIKE THATS LITERALLY JUST OCHAKO, TOGA, AIZAWA, AND DEKU

Plus I’d also probably laugh my ass off at toga play flirting with deku and him getting pissy over it. Or her harassing bakugou and earning an explosion to the face. Her having girls nights with tsu, Ochako, and jirou. Calling out jirou on her crush, bonding with vlad over having blood related quirks, bonding with mina over who likes who in the class, SHE WOULD JUST FIT SO WELL THERE IN MY MIND OKAY. I’ve thought about it a little too much for something that hasn’t really happened.

If I don’t get my final few domestic chapters with toga and the rest of the girls or toga and bakugou/izuku together like. I need it. I ESPECIALLY need her to call out Izuku for being gay for bakugou. I need it.

Maybe I’m asking for too much but. I really want toga to get her happy ending. One where she’s accepted and supported and around people her age! Having FUN with people her age! The LOV will always be part of her past, may even haunt her future career endeavors, and that fucking sucks. But I want 1-A as a unit to be a space for her. I want her to be able to say that she’s proud to have been part of the league, but she’s also proud to be here. Both are parts of her.

She’s just a tired general course student who doesn’t wanna deal with the press ever LMAO

Ochako always makes sure no one bullies/assholes harasses her and makes sure she knows her smile is beautiful and perfect and the cutest in the whole world every day BC ITS WHAT SHE DESERVES.