#Season 5? Okay kinda wobbly

[freakova]

Okay, one more self reblog but 3 things I'll put under a cut //

1

This clipping and perspective is absolutely insane and keeps happening in this episode especially. The sitting poses. The off-clip chairs and perspective. The feet????? Usagi whats wrong???????

2

KARAI?????????????

And 3...Finished tmnt 2003

3 episodes away from finishing tmnt 2003

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 5) - Date Night

Summary: The reader and Jensen go on their first fancy date together before attending a nanny happy hour the next night. The reader makes a new friend there to Jensen’s dismay but someone from the past will come along and change things between the new couple...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 4,200ish

Warnings: language, lying, angst, mention of past child abuse/assault, fluff

A/N: This a rough one, not gonna lie. Enjoy!

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Friday Night

“Y/N, I’m downstairs when you’re ready,” said Jensen through your closed bedroom door.

“I’ll be there in five,” you said.

“See you in fifteen,” he chuckled before he walked away. You walked back into your bathroom, looking over your hair in a bun. It looked like a freaking messy bun actually. You should have done it down and in big flowy waves instead. You pouted and smoothed out your dress. Of course you were bloated and you’d nicked your leg more than once shaving earlier. 

“It’s Jensen,” you said to yourself, taking a deep breath. “He’s never even seen you in makeup before. You’re fine. He’s not gonna say anything.”

You forced yourself out of the bathroom and slipped on your heels, your clutch in your hand. You wobbled for a step or two on the carpet but did better once you were out in the hardwood hall. Ten seconds later you were downstairs, heading over to the foyer area. 

“All set?” you asked, Jensen spinning around. He smiled as he stared, eyes looking you up and down more than once, not even trying to hide it.

“Y/N, you look pretty,” said Arrow as she rushed in from the family room. 

“Yes she does,” said Jensen. “We’ll be home soon, okay?”

“Okie dokie,” she said, wandering off with a little wave.

Half an hour later you were sat at a table in a very nice restaurant, Jensen tugging on his collar. His cheeks were slightly pink but it wasn’t from the cold outside. 

“So...what’s a good wine?” you asked, sliding the drink list over to him. “I’m not really good with the names.”

“You like red or white?” he asked.

“Normally red,” you said. “You?”

“I like a Merlot,” he said. “You like dry?”

“Sure,” you said. 

“We’re not going dutch tonight you know right. This is all on me.”

“We can go dutch, Jensen.”

“I asked you out and this is fancy, even for me. My treat, okay?” he asked.

“Alright,” you said, looking around the restaurant and over in the distance to the bar. “You know I could go for a lemon drop actually.”

He smirked and set the list down, a waiter coming by. He ordered a gin and tonic for himself while you got your cocktail, Jensen breaking off part of a breadstick from the basket. 

“Bread’s good,” he said with his mouth full.

“So. Ackles,” you said, picking up a piece and tearing off a chunk with your teeth. He stared and started to laugh to himself. “Ah, there’s my sweet guy.”

“Thought you were gonna say boyfriend for a second.”

“This is our second official date,” you said. “So. Boyfriend.”

“Yes girlfriend?” he chuckled.

“What’s an appetizer look like in a place like this? Like a tiny cube of cheese with some dressing they’re gonna charge twenty bucks for or something like that?”

“You’re goofy,” he said, a big smile stuck on his face. “Uh, they probably have something like that. There’s normally some kind of bread olive oil bowl option.”

“Fancy people eat like a starving college student apparently,” you said. He tried to hide his laugh as your waiter brought over the drinks and a pair of menus. “Excuse me but can you recommend an appetizer? We’re both new to town and are wondering what you think is a good choice.”

“You can’t go wrong with our sourdough and seasoned oil dipping sauce,” he said. You glanced at Jensen and smiled. “The artichoke spinach dip and tartar crackers are also quite lovely.”

“Do you have anything with a little more substance? We’re quite starving,” said Jensen.

“The fried calamari and crab cake poppers combo is a great option,” he said.

“What’s calamari?” you asked.

“Squid, miss,” said the waiter.

“We’ll have that combo,” said Jensen.

“Perfect. I’ll put that in and be back shortly to get your dinner orders,” he said. He took off and you made a face at Jensen.

“Squid?” you asked.

“It’s fried. Trust me, it’s pretty good,” he said. “I could go for a good steak. You see a filet on here yet?”

“Uh,” you said, eyes scanning the page and seeing most everything was something you’d never heard of. 

“There it is,” he said. “I’m getting that and scalloped potatoes. See anything you want to try?”

“Uh, why does half of this seem like it’s a foreign language to me?” you asked. Jensen looked at his menu and chuckled.

“That would be because it’s in French. We’re in Canada and this is a french restaurant.”

“Oh. Gotcha,” you said. He got up and leaned over the back of your chair, glancing at the page.

“These are soups and salads,” he said, pointing near the top. “Sandwiches. Pasta. Main dishes down here.”

“Uh, maybe pasta?” you said. He knelt down and read off the dishes to you one by one, your waiter returning by the time he was just finishing.

“Anything I can assist you with?” he asked.

“I’ll have the fettuccine alfredo with chicken please,” you said, handing the menu to him, Jensen returning to his seat.

“Face principale?” he asked. You stared at Jensen and he smiled.

“She doesn’t speak French,” said Jensen.

“My apologies miss. What would you like for your main side dish?” asked the waiter. “Steamed vegetables, scalloped potatoes, lobster bisque-”

“I’ll have the vegetables,” you said. Jensen ordered and the waiter went to get your appetizer, a sad smile on his face.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think twice about the French thing.”

“Kinda hot that you know French,” you said. “I should try to learn it if we’re gonna be up here for a few months.”

“I’m an idiot and I learned it so you’ll do just fine picking it up,” he said. 

“So where’d you learn in the first place?”

“I’m stuffed,” you said, plopping your napkin from your lap onto the table awhile later. Jensen took the last bite of the piece of mouse pie, licking his lips as he finished. “This might have been the best alfredo I’ve ever had.”

“I enjoyed it. Mostly I enjoyed listening to you talk,” he said. You blushed and looked away, Jensen letting out a small hum. “It’s funny. Doesn’t really feel like just a second date, does it.”

“No, not really,” you said. “I guess that’s what happens when you’re friends first.”

“Well I definitely like being friends with you,” he said. 

“Me too, Jensen.” 

“Want to get out of here?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, the two of you outside a few minutes later wrapped up in your coats. Your feet were cold in just your heels, Jensen’s arm wrapping around your waist when you almost slipped more than once. It was slow going back to the car, especially when it started to snow lightly.

“You know, that dress would still look hot with winter boots,” he chuckled. 

“Sorry,” you said.

“No apology necessary. I got freaking dress shoes on and my feet are cold. I can’t imagine how you’re holding up,” he said.

“The perils of being a woman,” you said.

“Well, no need to impress me is all I’m saying. I ain’t looking at your feet anyways,” he said.

“Oh well in that case I’ll wear some nice baggy sweats next date.”

“Please do,” he said. 

“You really don’t care, do you.”

“I think you look beautiful tonight. But I think you look beautiful every night. You did your hair and makeup and this is stunning, don’t get me wrong. But she’s not more beautiful than the girl at home with hair tossed up all messy walking around in oversized shirts and leggings. It’s like flowers. Both are pretty but one isn’t more pretty than the other.”

“Where the fuck did I find you?”

“At my house,” he chuckled. You whacked his arm and leaned your head on his shoulder. “Almost back to the car. I’ll blast the heat for us when we’re in there.”

“Thanks Jensen.”

“Thank you for the date, honey. I mean it. We’ll do it again sometime. Promise.”

Saturday Night

“Your boyfriend seems pissed,” said Brandon. You sipped up the last of your beer, glancing over to the bar where Jensen was tapping his finger. 

“He’s fine,” you said. “So any good parks around the west side of town?”

“Center Grove is always my choice. Good playground, nice area, cops routinely are around. Parking can kinda be a bitch sometimes but it’s worth it in my opinion. My kids love it.”

“You’ve been their nanny for five years you said?”

“Mhm,” he said, knocking back the last of his drink. “Shawn’s mom is their mom’s best friend.”

“Oh. So you had an in already.”

“You know long term gigs are the way to go in this job,” he said. “Not too many American girls come up here. Your accent is cute.”

“Is it, eh?” you chuckled.

“Like I’ve never heard that one before,” he said, Jensen walking back with two beers and a clenched jaw. 

“You okay?” you asked as he sat it down in front of you.

“I’m fine,” he said, taking a long sip. Brandon slid off his seat and made a face. 

“I need a refill anyways. Nice meeting you Y/N. We gotta hang some time,” he said as he walked away.

“For sure,” you said, Jensen rolling his eyes behind his back. “Jensen what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he said.

“Well you obviously have a problem with Brandon.”

“I don’t have a problem with him. I have a problem with my girlfriend flirting with another guy.”

“I was not flirting. I’m trying to make new friends. It was your idea to come to this thing tonight anyways.”

“Whatever,” he scoffed.

“Excuse me?”

“In case I wasn’t clear, I’m not the kind of guy where I’m okay with you dating multiple people at once. I don’t get that not exclusive shit.”

“I’m with you and only you. I was being nice. Geez, let’s just go,” you said. You got up and pulled your coat on, bumping into a guy on the way out. He turned and apologized, staring at you a little long.

“Y/N?” he asked, a big smile on his face. “My Y/N?”

“Dad?” you said, his face much older looking than you remembered but his eyes still the same.

“Dad?” said Jensen. You brushed past your dad and outside, Jensen hot on your heels. 

“Y/N,” your dad said as he left the bar. 

“Stay away from me,” you said. “Jensen I want to go home right now.”

“What-”

“Right fucking now!”

He held up his hands and you walked around the block to the car, getting inside and Jensen taking off.

“So your dad’s alive huh,” he said. You stared out the dark window with crossed arms. “So is everything I know about you bullshit?”

“What?”

“Is literally anything you’ve ever told me true? Your dad obviously didn’t die when you were a kid. All those late night talks about family and shit, you just like to fuck with people or something?”

“I was not flirting with Brandon you asshole. You didn’t need to know my whole life story the second I meet you.”

“Oh. Okay. Just your fake life story then, huh?” he said. You shook your head as he got stuck at a red light. “If I can’t trust you, I can’t employ you let alone date you.”

“Whatever,” you said. He drove in silence until you were out of the city, going along quieter roads. You were close to the house when he suddenly turned right towards the local park and stopped in the lot, putting the car in park. He touched your arm and you turned, Jensen leaning over and kissing you roughly, far more roughly than you thought he was capable of. You blinked when he pulled back, Jensen looking you up and down. 

“He won’t hurt you.”

“What?”

“Did he walk out on you and your mom?” he asked. “You told him to stay away from you. Sort of shouted it at him. Maybe you lied but maybe...I’m sorry I got jealous of Brandon. I’m still scared and I think you’re still scared too and that’s okay. If you lied about your dad, I’m gonna trust you have a good reason for it. I’m sorry for what I said. I trust you and I don’t want to know what my life is like without you in it.”

“It’s okay,” you said quietly. “I forgive you.”

“You don’t have to tell me what happened,” he said. “We can just go home, okay?”

“Why’d you pull over?”

“Because I knew I didn’t mean it and I knew I overreacted. I said I’d mess up when we started. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this. I’m 42 with three kids. Brandon is thirty and young and stronger than I am and can go out to the bar whenever he wants. You have options. You don’t have to settle for me.”

“If I’d wanted to settle, I’d have married my ex. What I wanted was the guy that forgives me for not telling him the whole story cause I’m not ready to say it. I want the guy that makes me happy and feel like I have a teenage crush but it’s deeper than that. You’re not the settle for option, Jensen. Why don’t you get that?”

“The last time I felt like this, I married the girl,” he said quietly. “That didn’t turn out so well.”

“You didn’t get the time you deserved with her. It doesn’t mean it ended badly. You loved her and she knew it. She wants you to be happy again, whether it’s me or somebody else.”

“See? That’s the shit that tells me...it tells me to keep falling for you. I’m so sorry for how I acted tonight.”

“I lied about my dad and not a little white one either,” you said with a nod. You turned away and felt his hand on your cheek. “So much of what I told you was a lie.”

“You don’t have to tell me the truth right now, Y/N.” He stroked your cheek and you glanced over, meeting his soft green eyes.

“My mom died giving birth to me,” you said, Jensen nodding. “He hated me for it. Hated me. He would hurt me when I was a toddler. When I was four he started doing...other things.”

“Four?” he breathed out.

“I didn’t know it wasn’t normal. Not until I started school. I was scared though so I never said anything. One of my friends mom’s realized what was going on when I was over playing one day. He went away and lost custody. I went into foster care briefly and got adopted when I was eight. Single mom who’d lost her husband young. That’s my mom. She was a kind person. Ray was always good to her and to me. But I asked him not to adopt me after she was gone and he knew it was because I was still scared of a dad again. Being a nanny, I’ve met fathers that look at me and I just know what was going through their head. I reported him and kinda fucked up their family situation but-”

“That was the right thing to do,” he said.

“I know it was. I’ve just...I’ve had more than one guy and even a woman walk in on me changing or into my bathroom and it’s like, she’s just the help, nobody cares. They don’t touch so it’s like...what can I even do? Then my house before this one, the guy tried getting in my shower with me and I shoved him and he broke his arm and I just don’t understand why so many people think I’m just a piece of meat. Even my ex never got why it bothered me so much. They didn’t touch me so what was wrong with it? He just didn’t get it. He would get mad if I wasn’t in the mood for sex. Nobody ever fucking gets it except you who I lied to and pissed off tonight and without a word of an explanation why, you say you won’t let somebody hurt me. Do you get why you’re the opposite of fucking settling Jensen?”

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t Jensen.”

“How?”

“Because you’re a good person. You’re so gentle and kind. I know you’re strong and tough but I see it everyday. You should never be worried about how your kids will turn out. If they are half as good as you are they’ll be fucking great people. Your daughters aren’t gonna put up with shit and your son is gonna be kind to everyone and say fuck you to the toxic guys out there. I can already tell the kind of person you are through them and it’s a good one. A really good one.”

“I’m not the only good person in their lives,” he said. You sniffled and looked down, Jensen’s hand sliding under your chin and tilting it up. “You don’t have to apologize for not telling me all of that. Never apologize for not telling me that. Okay?”

“I never told anyone about…the other stuff,” you said, wanting to look down but Jensen’s hand holding your chin up.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry it took you so long to find people that would protect you.”

“You mean…” He nodded and dropped his hand away, running it over your head. “You’re not gonna like, go back and kick his ass are you?”

“Want me to? I’m very tempted at the moment,” he said.

“I just want to go home. I could use one of those hugs right now.”

“Do you want to stay with me tonight? Just to stay, nothing more.” You nodded and he kissed your forehead, a tiny smile crossing your face. Ten minutes later you were home and the babysitter was gone, Jensen pulling you into his room next to yours. You blew your nose in his bathroom and washed off your face, lifting your head to find a pair of your pajama shorts and one of his shirts on the vanity beside you. He smiled as he ducked out, leaving you to change. You let your hair down and took off your bra before you walked out and saw his blanket on the opposite side of the bed. “Warm enough?”

You spun around as he walked inside and you nodded, Jensen pulling you into a hug. 

“I’m sorry for how I was at the bar,” you said.

“I was the one that overreacted, not you,” he said. You felt goosebumps on your arms and he pulled away to turn up the heat, nodding over to the bed. The covers were flung back and you climbed underneath, Jensen getting in on his side. His arm wrapped over your waist and pulled your chest close to his, face only inches away. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore. No one will hurt you again. I promise.”

You moved closer to him, resting your forehead against his.

“Remember last Saturday when we were on the trampoline and you talked about those safety nets,” you said.

“Yes, I do.”

“You’re a really good net,” you said softly.

“So are you,” he murmured. He kissed the tip of your nose and you shut your eyes. “What’d you want to be when you were little?”

“A princess,” you said. He chuckled and you smiled. “I wanted a prince to come take me away and everything would be just fine.”

“Really?”

“Princesses were always happy at the end of the movie,” you said. “They got the boy and they were happy. Then I grew up and prince charming doesn’t exist.”

“Cause you’re not a damsel in distress. You didn’t need the prince to save you.”

“But the prince would have made life so much easier.”

“I’m partial to badass princesses myself,” he said. You opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“I’ve never noticed your freckles before.”

“They come out more when I spend some time in the sun.” You moved a hand up and traced under his eye, Jensen nuzzling into his pillow. “Make you a deal. If the badass princess saves me, the scared prince will save her too.”

“Okay,” you said. You kissed him lazily, Jensen smiling through it. 

“Do you want to be a nanny forever?”

“Not forever. It’s an easy way to feel like you have a family when you don’t.”

“Now you do,” he said.

“Jensen you don’t know if this will work out.”

“I do and you do and we’ll take it slow anyways,” he said. “Which is why I’m asking do you want to be a nanny forever.”

“Why?”

“Because maybe someday I won’t need one,” he said. 

“I thought about being an elementary school teacher when I was eighteen for a hot second.”

“You did? You’d be amazing.”

“Pay in Texas is crap though. I make more as a nanny.”

“If money wasn’t an issue though, would you want to be a teacher still?”

“Anything at all?” you asked, Jensen nodding, nose brushed against yours. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“You okay?” he asked, reluctantly letting you out of bed.

“I’m good. I want to show you something,” you said. You slipped out of the room and down the hall to the playroom, picking up a book. Jensen was sat up in bed when you returned and crawled under the covers. You handed him the book and he smiled.

“I don’t remember buying this,” he said, flipping it over. “There’s no serial code on it.”

“You can’t buy it. I wrote a children’s book and printed a few copies for myself,” you said.

“You wrote a book?” he asked, flipping through it. “Did you draw this?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen staring at you. “I don’t know if it’s any good. I never tried publishing it.”

“You want to write children’s books, don’t you?” he said, starting to read the story.

“I have a number of them written out. I would make up the stories for kids at bedtime and decided to write them down. It’s kinda like whinnie the poo, that age group, you know? Same group of characters but different stories,” you said.

“These are adorable,” he said, turning another page. You were quiet while he read through for a few minutes, Jensen smiling when he shut the book. “I’ve never read a children’s book where they deal with the loss of a parent.”

“The kids really like it,” you said.

“You should publish this. Seriously. It’s cute and I’m a grown ass man and it made me feel better about Dee.”

“It’s just a story,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck.

“I make stories for a living. This whole place would fall apart without stories. This is good. You should consider trying to get it published.”

“Maybe if that nanny job doesn’t work out I will,” you said. 

“Do you mind if I keep this?” he asked.

“Not at all. I gave it to JJ in the first place.”

“Thanks. I want to read this to the twins tomorrow,” he said. He set it on the nightstand and slid back down, pulling you with him. “Why’d the mom fox die in the story? I would have expected the dad wolf considering…”

“Wish fulfillment for a nice father,” you said. “Plus I like drawing the wolf.”

“I like him. He’s fluffy,” chuckled Jensen. “Is that why you asked if I carry a picture of my kids when we met?”

“I’m done with asshole parents. If they treat their kids like shit they sure as hell aren’t gonna treat me any better. You seemed like a good guy. Good guys tend to do that kind of thing.”

“I’m not always good.”

“Yeah, you are,” you said. You shut your eyes and nuzzled close to him, Jensen letting out a soft hum. “You okay? With me being here.”

“Very. Feeling better after everything that happened?”

“Mhm,” you said. “I’m still sorry I lied to you.”

“Did you ever lie about your mom?” he asked. “I mean aside from the fact she adopted you, did you lie about her?”

“No.”

“Then you didn’t lie, not really. I’m sorry it came out like that. You should have been able to tell me in your own time.”

“You still would have been angry,” you said. 

“I still would have come to my senses too. I’m not perfect. I never was.”

“I don’t want someone perfect,” you said. Your head rested against his chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said. He kissed the top of your head and tucked it under his chin, adjusting the blankets once before he stilled.

“Goodnight, Jensen.”

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A/N: Read Part 6 here!

[searchingwardrobes]

Not the Type: 5/7

The muse has awakened! I feel awful for keeping ya'll waiting so long (5 months? seriously?!) for an update on this fic. I actually decided to split this chapter up once it reached 2k because I didn't want you waiting any longer for another chapter. So, this will now be 7 chapters plus an epilogue. Much thanks to my beta @hookedonapirate​ for untangling my awkward wording and making me sound so much better! You have a way of getting what I'm trying to say and making it flow. What would I do without you? Thanks to the @captainswanmoviemarathon​ mods for being so patient and understanding when I had to put this on the back burner. And finally, thank you to my dear friend @snowbellewells​ for helping me get the muse kickstarted again on this fic. You rock!

Oh, and fun fact: The part in this chapter about Ruby’s cheer injury really happened - to me when I was a cheerleader long, long ago . . .

Summary: Emma Swan first notices him in the stands at the Friday night football game. She can tell right away Killian Jones is not the football type. Then again, she’s not the cheerleader type either, but here she is with pom poms. Life hasn’t ever gone the way Emma planned. Lately, that’s actually been a good thing. Maybe Killian Jones is a good thing, too.

My loose Captain Swan AU of the movie Bring it On

Rating: T

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Chapter Five

“You’ve got to let go of me for one second,” Emma giggled, her tone and the fact that she was simultaneously wrapping her free arm tighter around Killian’s waist completely contradicting her words.

“Do as I say, not as I do, hm?”

“I’m trying to get the mail!”

“So?”

“So you’re kissing my neck.”

“Hm, so I am.”

He flashed her a dazzling smile, his blue eyes slightly dazed, like he was drunk on love or something. Love? Emma wriggled free of his embrace as the word penetrated her lust filled, teenage brain. They couldn’t be in love or anything like that. This wasn’t a 90's rom com or something.

Killian was unfazed by her sudden distance, his hands still finding purchase on her elbow and hip; her hair still tickling his nose and mouth. She reached into the mailbox, pulled out an unusually thick stack and started flipping through it as Killian snaked his arms around her waist from behind and propped his chin on her shoulder. Emma wasn’t surprised to see college brochures; they had begun coming with increasing regularity now that she and her brother were juniors. One white envelope with blue writing gave her pause, however. It was addressed to her, and this was no brochure. It was a very official looking letter. Emma’s hands trembled as she tore it open.

“What is it?” Killian mumbled the question, far more interested in her neck at the moment.

Emma scanned the contents of the letter, and the more the words sank in, the more she trembled. So much so that the rest of the mail went fluttering to the sidewalk. Killian was finally pulled away from his obsession with her neck and spoke his next question with deep concern.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah . . . I, um,” she swallowed hard as conflicting emotions swirled in her brain. “The University of Kentucky is interested in recruiting me for their cheerleading squad.”

“That’s amazing, Swan!”

“You have no idea,” Emma said softly as she sank down onto the front step of her apartment building.

Killian gathered up the rest of the mail, then came and sat next to her. “Then continue in my cheerleading education, love.”

Emma chuckled, though she was also touched by the obvious interest he held in her pursuits, even if they weren’t necessarily in line with his.

“UK has the best cheer program in the country,” Emma explained. “They’ve won an insane number of national titles, probably more than any other college. You don’t just make the squad, you get a full ride. They’re that good.”

Killian lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “See? I knew you were bloody brilliant.”

Emma returned his bright smile with a shaky one of her own. “You’re so sweet.”

“You’re not excited about this?”

Emma bit her lip, staring at the letter in her hands until the words started to blur together. “I am. It’s just . . . this means they’ll be sending recruiters to our competitions. That’s a lot of pressure.”

“I’m sure you’ll rise to the occasion.”

Emma’s lips lifted in a half-hearted smile. Her head collapsed onto his shoulder, and he brushed his lips against her forehead.

“A full ride . . . “

She let the thought fade into the air. How could she screw up an offer like this? It would help Ruth out so much, and her brother, too.

Yeah, no pressure.

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“Hey, Em!”

One of Ruby’s dirty socks bounced off Emma’s head and landed in her lap. With a disgusted grumble, she batted it to the floor.

“Rubes, that’s gross!”

“Well, you’re sitting there, staring into space. Don’t tell me you’re suddenly embarrassed to put that thing on in front of everybody.”

Emma looked down at the sports bra still clutched in her right hand. They all learned early on that there was no modest way to squeeze your boobs into a sports bra, so the squad basically had to get real comfortable around each other real fast. And contrary to every teen movie ever made, there was nothing sexy about it. It was just athletes being a team in the locker room.

You know, like male athletes.

“Oh God, she’s contemplating sexism in sports again,” Ariel groaned.

“She is!” crowed Ruby. “Look how she’s staring at that sports bra!”

“You mean this torture device?” Emma quipped, waving the garment in the air like a feminist about to burn something.

“She isn’t wrong,” Mary Margaret put in.

“Well, I for one am thankful for the torture device,” Jasmine piped up.

“Here we go again,” groaned Tiana.

“It’s true!” Jasmine cried out. “I don’t want the girls flopping around. It hurts!”

“While this discussion is incredibly enlightening,” a voice said dryly from the doorway, “I’d prefer we start running our competition routine, if you ladies don’t mind.”

They all mumbled apologies to Coach Ava, along with promises to get out of the locker room as quickly as possible. Emma shed her blouse and regular bra, then struggled her way into her sports bra before slipping a cheer camp t-shirt over her head. She paused before one of the cracked mirrors that hung above a row of ancient porcelain sinks that dated back to the 1950s. Being a girls’ team that didn’t really bring in any ticket sales, the cheerleading squad was relegated to practicing in the old gym. It could've been worse, however. The seniors remembered their freshman year, before the new gym was built, when the cheerleaders were forced to practice in the atrium at the front of the school. The atrium was great for painting bust-throughs, but Emma couldn’t imagine having to practice there.

As Emma tugged her hair into a messy ponytail, she thought of the letter she had shoved in the front pocket of her backpack. She'd planned on showing it to Ruby and Mary Margaret, but for some reason, she'd lost her nerve. She sighed as she made her way out of the locker room. Letter or no letter, she had to get her head on straight.

As usual, the girls started off running a mile around the gym, and just like every other practice, Emma started off keeping pace with Ruby and Mary Margaret. Her mind was still a million miles away, however.

In Kentucky, she supposed. The bluegrass state. Was the grass really blue? I mean, it couldn’t be. How can grass be blue?

“Hey,” Ruby panted, leaning over her knees when the run was over, “what’s with you?”

“What’s what?”

Emma’s brow furrowed as she did a calf stretch. She was always getting charley horses in the middle of the night during competition season. Ruth kept bugging her to eat a banana every day, but she despised bananas. They were so mushy . . .

“Earth to Emma,” Mary Margaret laughed.

Ruby snapped her fingers in Emma’s face.

“What happened to the Emma we know and love?” she asked. “You know, the one who leaves us in the dust every practice, laughing her ass off the whole way?”

“It’s not my fault you two do a leisurely jog instead of a run.”

“Running is what you do when you’re being chased,” Mary Margaret countered. It was her usual argument.

Ruby narrowed her eyes at Emma. “You’re avoiding my question.”

“Lunges, girls, across the gym floor!” shouted Coach Ava, saving Emma from responding. She lined up with the rest of the squad along one side of the gym, then stepped forward with her right leg, her hands on her hips.

“Is it Killian?” Ruby hissed at her left.

“No!”

“Just drop it,” Mary Margaret snapped.

“Yeah,” Emma grunted as she lowered herself into another lunge, “it’s kinda hard to talk and do these at the same time.”

“Tiana, I wanna see a right angle on those lunges!” their coach called out. “Ruby, you might be able to keep your balance if you stop exercising your mouth!”

Emma laughed loudly as Ruby wobbled and almost went down. “Yeah, Rubes, I’d concentrate if I were you.”

And just to rub her friend’s face in it, Emma sped up her lunges, reaching the other side of the gym first.

“Excellent job,” Coach Ava praised her. “Smooth, with speed, and you didn’t lose your form.”

Ruby practically growled when Emma threw a smirk her way.

They did a few more drills, warmed up their tumbling with a few simple passes, then gathered on the mats to go through their routine. Coach Ava was still making a few simple changes, but for the most part, it was now all about committing it to muscle memory. They needed to be able to practically do the routine in their sleep by the time December rolled around. And that was only five weeks away.

The girls got into position, and the music started. They were opening with a tumbling peel off. The girls in the front did a standing back handspring, the girls in the middle a standing back tuck, and then . . .

Emma got to shine as she kept going. Out of a standing back tuck, into two back handsprings, and then finally into a full twisting double back as the music crescendoed. Usually, Emma’s adrenaline had her ending the pass with a huge smile on her face, but today she under-rotated and almost landed flat on her face. She tried to shake it off, but in the team’s first pyramid, she started to lose her balance, almost taking the rest of the team down with her. Emma chastised herself to get it together as her stunt group moved into position for their next stunt - a twist up

Their “theme” this year was hair. They whipped their ponytails a lot in the dance portion, and every song had to do with hair. In the next stunt, Emma had to pull up on her ponytail while she twisted up into an arabesque, as if she was pulling herself up by her hair.

It was a little like patting her head and rubbing her stomach at the same time, which was incredibly frustrating to Emma. The stupid hair pull was supposed to be a cool bit of choreography, not rocket science. Yet, once again, Emma seemed to get her arms, her long hair, and her legs tangled into a mass as she twisted upward. What happened next, Emma was never entirely sure. Ruby yelled, Emma felt herself tilting sideways and she panicked, making a rookie mistake - she attempted to jump down from the stunt. Her fist was still gripped in her hair, which she almost yanked out in the fall, and she kicked her spotter away - another rookie mistake. Thankfully, Coach Ava was able to dart forward in time to catch Emma. Behind her, she heard what she swore were skulls crashing together.

It was a pretty accurate description.

Ruby was swearing loudly as she clutched her chin. A little blood seeped between her fingers. Ashley covered her mouth with both hands, and Emma was alarmed to see a lot of blood rolling down the blonde’s chin and staining her shirt. Ava abandoned Emma to check on the two bases, barking at Mary Margaret to run and get the first aid kid.

Emma felt like the worst human being in the world. She clutched at her middle and kept whispering “I’m so sorry” over and over again, but no one paid her any attention.

Ava cleaned up the blood pouring from Ashley’s mouth enough to ascertain that all of her teeth were still intact. She just had a busted lip, something many of them had endured in the past. It was crazy how badly a mouth injury bled. As for Ruby, she didn't even need a band-aid once the blood was cleaned away with an antiseptic wipe.

“Watch it carefully for infection,” Coach Ava advised.

“Why?” Ruby asked with a furrowed brow.

Ava winced slightly before reluctantly explaining. “They're bite marks. Ashley’s teeth collided with your chin.”

“WHAT??” Ruby screeched.

The rest of the squad crowded around to see as Coach Ava tilted Ruby’s chin up for a better look. Sure enough, there were two teeth-shaped puncture marks, like she’d been attacked by a wild animal. Practically growling in irritation, Ruby shoved her teammates aside and rushed to the locker room for a better look.

Ruby’s scream moments later had all of the girls collapsing with laughter.

“Well,” Ava sighed, “I suppose we’re taking a little break before we run the routine again.”

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“So Ruby has bite marks on her chin?”

Emma snort-laughed through her nose at the look on Killian’s face. “Yep. And the rumors about how she got them get more and more unbelievable as the day goes by.”

Killian rolled his eyes before taking a bite of his sandwich. “Bloody gits”

It was too cold now to sit under the trees in the school courtyard, so she and Killian were tucked into a hidden corner in the school atrium. They had to whisper, though, because sounds reverberated against the domed ceiling. Emma couldn’t imagine cheering in this space. How did the seniors not go deaf?

“It’s not really a sexy place for bite marks though,” Emma said as she licked Cheeto powder off her fingers.

“Yeah, I can think of far kinkier places.”

She smacked him in the chest as he waggled his eyebrows at her. She wanted to be indignant at his innuendo, but instead her cheeks burned as her mind plunged straight into the gutter. She already knew a little bit of what Killian could do with his teeth . . .

“Sorry,” he apologized, shifting gears faster than she would have thought possible, “I don’t mean to be an idiot like all the rest.”

Killian blushed and scratched behind his ear. She practically melted at the way he could so swiftly go from irrepressible flirt to sweet boyfriend. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

Emma crumpled up the Cheeto bag and stuffed it into her lunch bag. She handed the wad of trash to her boyfriend sweetly, batting her lashes exaggeratedly. Killian took her trash, chuckling as he stood up.

“You don’t have to use doe eyes to get me to do things for you,” he told her before walking to the trash can beside the front doors.

“I don’t?”

“Never,” he answered as he returned to her side. He sat back down on the floor, his back against the wall, and pulled her snug against his chest.

“So you’ll just wait on me hand and foot?”

“Like the princess you are.”

“Wow, I should really take more advantage of how whipped you are,” she joked.

Killian retaliated by tickling her in the ribs. She wriggled and laughed, but made no attempt to pull away from him. She glanced around, saw no adults, and then pressed her lips to his.

He kissed her back, sliding a hand into her hair. They kept it brief, not wanting to get caught. Storybrooke High gave demerits for PDA. Emma was tempted to just take the demerits so she could kiss her boyfriend thoroughly, but Coach Ava would pull her from the competition line up if she got one more demerit. So Emma just sighed and snuggled against Killian’s chest. He began to idly play with her hair.

“How many demerits do you get for PDA?”

Emma craned her neck to look at him. “How did you know I was thinking that?”

He grinned down at her rakishly. “I didn’t. But how many?”

Emma frowned. “It’s not bad, but it’s still too many for me. I’ve already gotten five demerits and six will get me cut from competition.”

“Scandalous. How did you get five demerits, love?”

Emma grumbled as she shoved a stray hair out of her eyes. “The first two I got because I argued with Mr. Gold about a paper he unfairly gave me a C- on. Then he wrote me up just for questioning him about it!”

“The bastard. And the other three?”

“That was me being stupid. I used the vending machine after noon.”

Killian’s laughter shook his chest, making Emma smile.

“That’s a stupid rule anyway.”

“I know, right? I forgot my lunch!” Emma tightened her arms around Killian. “Principal Mills did let me keep the chips, though.”

They were silent for a moment. Killian was still playing with her hair. She felt him take a deep breath and release it.

“Have you told the squad yet? About UK?”

Emma sighed. She figured he would ask her this eventually. “I will.”

“Emma -”

“I will.” She knew she needed to. Her friends could tell something was off, and she couldn’t afford to be distracted at any more practices.

Or any competitions.

Of course, if she screwed up this badly at a competition, The University of Kentucky might change their minds.

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

i watched monkie kid season 1 i don't understand how episodes 5, 9, and 10 are even kinda angstyyyyyyy maybe it's because i've dived so deep into the angst potential of ninjago that now i'm oblivious to all other forms of angst but please explore the angst potential for me thank you

*cracks knuckles* BUCKLE UP ANON, GET READY FOR CHAOTIC UNEDITED THOUGHTS LKSDFMAWFE 

AIGHT, SO EPISODE FIVE.

WE GET SEVERAL THINGS OUT OF IT, AND THE FIRST IS RIGHT SMACK DAB AT THE BEGINNING.

Mk lives above the noodle shop.

BUT WHY? Unless he has no where else to go…

Yeah you could say it really is just easier for him to work there but Mk seems fairly young. What would someone his age be doing living above a noodle shop and working there?

Anyway, that’s angsty because it throws open the doors for an angsty Mk backstory. I headcanon that he was living on the streets for a while. Then there’s the fact that he has a job, which--isn’t that child labor? Unless it was the only way Pigsy could get him to accept a place to stay…

(I actually wrote a fic from Pigsy’s POV about that a little lol lkfmaewif you can find it here if you wanna give it a go skdldsfsdfjkad)

Anyway, so that’s a bit angsty lol, or at least has the potential for angst.

Then there’s the fact that Mk’s probably gonna freak out every time he hears the word “perfect” after that crazy experience. It’s also pretty clear at the end that he doesn’t tell anyone about it.

And then comes the saddest part about it for me. HE GENUINELY DOESN’T RELAX UNTIL THEY’RE YELLING AT HIM. LIKE BRO, THE ONLY WAY HE FEELS LIKE EVERYTHING IS “NORMAL” IS IF SOMEBODY’S YELLING AT HIM AND THAT’S A LITTLE CONCERNING. Pigsy yells a lot, yeah, but like all of them? I’m just concerned that he seems to 100% think it’s good when people yell at him.

Which brings me to another headcanon that maybe he used to be ignored a lot, so as long as they’re paying attention to him it’s okay, even if they’re yelling at him.

Episode five isn’t super angsty honestly, but it does open up the doors for angsty headcanons and whatnot, so I think that’s what the hype for that one is about.

I’ma skip right to ten now just cause order doesn’t matter :P dkflawoeif

(before I start can I just say that Mk’s one clone has my whole heart: “I don’t know what to tell you guy” I LOVE HIM SDLKFMAOIWEJKFMDSADF)

Ten is mostly Red Son angst because DBK was bouta kill him and called him a traitor. We literally saw him about to start crying oN SCREEN LSKDFMAWOEIF Like the lip wobble as DBK just talked down at him-- ;A;

Anyway, judging from the first episode I’m gonna assume it’s safe to say DBK never actually met Red Son before he was trapped under the mountain since he didn’t really seem to know who he was, but Red Son still seems to want to do everything he can to impress him and gain his approval, but why would you want to do that for a stranger?

Unless Princess Iron Fan has been talking him up for years, telling Red Son all about his dad to the point where he feels like he knows him and how many times do you think she said “he’s going to love you” to him as they worked to free his father. Then, after all that, after so many years of wanting to meet him and join him and rule the world with him and then he tells him he’s nothing. That he wouldn’t trust him because of how big of a failure he is.

I dunno man, I just think that would hurt klsdfmaowiemalsdf

Then there’s the AU’s where like “what if Iron Fan didn’t forward in time and Red Son got like BLASTED” and all that good stuff XD

And not related to angst but Iron Fan nabbin Mk and like, standing over him protectively pretty much killed me (HE HAD A MOM FOR A FEW MINUTES--)

(And then spicynoodle shippers went feral because Red Son was all “I GOT YO BACK NOODLE BOY--” yeah good times lksdfmawoieflksdf

Now.

Episode nine…

HOOOOO BOY LEMME TELL  YA LSKDMFAOWIEFIA;JFSD

(Episode seven gives us a bit of a set up for it because we get to see a bit more of Mk’s character and the way he’s 100% ADHD, doesn’t tell Pigsy about the fact something is literally trying to kill him because he genuinely thinks Pigsy’s gonna throw him out if he doesn’t do this one thing right-- and just yeah slkdfaowief Mk has a lot of angst potential ksdfwefskdfj)

I have my reaction to this whole episode that I wrote out while I watched lol and I’m going to be taking a few things from that here’s the thing if you wanna read that XD

So! The episode starts with Mk smashing a--in Wukong’s words--“priceless ancient mural” that has the Journey to the West crew on it, which made Wukong stans go feral because that’s basically a family portrait and he’s getting it smashed. So like, Wukong is not okay sldkfwieofasdf XD Angst there, got me wondering what happened to the old crew and I’m curious to see if they’ll touch on that. Far as we’re aware though, Wukong seems to have been mostly alone for a long time. It’s just sad is all T-T

In comes Six Eared Macaque! Now this is where the angst really starts.

So it’s the classic, mentor’s going to slow for the apprentice so the apprentice turns to the dark side to speed things up a little and then gets betrayed by evil mentor and learns lesson in the end trope, but there was a whole lot more about it that FREAKED ME OUT LSKFDMAOIWEF

The first thing that got me was just the whole jacket thing. Macaque literally put his face on Mk with a clear “mine now” and it was like OH THAT IS NOT OKAY.

And then Macaque’s manipulation tactics are like WOW, OKAY, *SCREAMS* Cause he starts small with the things that Mk wants and then slowly starts to drive a wedge between him and Wukong and then straight up gets this kid to call himself a weapon, like BRO??? Mk literally starts to see himself as a weapon and that’s uh, not okay sldkfawef Macaque was able to do that though because of how MK sees things. If we look at past episodes like the Clone one we just see him doing everything in his power to be “useful” so that they’ll still like him and still want to hang out with him. He wants to give them everything because he loves them, but he’d also let them take everything from him too. Anyway, it just seems like Mk truly believes they that people won’t want him around if he’s not useful and Macaque takes that and runs with it slkdfmaoiwef

I’m gonna say the whole training with Macaque took place over a couple months. We also don’t see any of the others in that time, which means it’s likely Macaque was getting him to distance himself from his friends too. And Mk tends not to tell anybody about anything that happens to him, likely because he doesn’t want to bother them or be a burden, probably due to some past experiences making him think that he’s a burden if he’s human.

So after Macaque gets Mk to trust him and want to please him-- “I was expecting more.” “I can do better!”-- he takes Mk to a super sketchy place to kill a demon, which Mk doesn’t look comfortable with at ALL, but he does anyway, even when Macaque starts to act really weird, he just keeps going and making excuses for him in his head because “it’s not him who’s acting weird, i just need to stop being paranoid” the manipulation is pretty intense here :’)

So, then Mk gets betrayed by someone who was being nice to him, steals all of his power and messes with his thinking so badly that he can’t even pick up the staff. Macaque ruffles his hair fondly, a gesture of affection that’s probably gonna give Mk flashbacks now if someone ever tries to do it to him again and is straight up ready to kill him.

So like, angst sldfaowiefmdf

Fight angst, Mk thinking he’s not strong enough, not good enough anymore, literally starts CRYING--I WILL NEVER BE OKAY AGAIN--and then promptly gets rid of this demon. (“I just wanted to be good enough for you”) Wukong angst too cause he nearly saw Mk get killed. And then in the ensuing explosion he shields him and that's not angsty I’m just pointing it out because it gets my whole soul every time and I will never get over that part slkdfmawoief

Anyway, the ending. Mk’s sitting there staring down at the staff, feeling utterly terrible for causing all of that, then looks up with a resigned but determined expression and apologizes. Wukong scolds him a little, keeps it pretty light all things considered lol

But here’s what gets me. After Wukong pulls him into a hug Mk tentatively asks “So… you’ll keep training me?”

Because dude

He honestly thought he wasn’t going to keep training him. His resigned look when he apologized, he was FULLY EXPECTING WUKONG TO TAKE THE STAFF AND TELL HIM THEY WERE DONE.

Like, dude…

T-T

There’s also that one part when Macaque pretends to be Mk and Wukong freezes so badly he doesn’t even, like, think. He knows Mk’s pinned to the mountain at that point but still the idea of accidentally hitting him and the fear on not-Mk’s face made him freeze up so badly he didn’t even think to use his true sight (which would have made him see right through the illusion/shapeshifting) or use his LOGIC, to know it wasn’t Mk.

Anyway, I’ma stop now because I already spent too long on this and may have gotten slightly carried away but if you want another person to give you angst pointers on episodes @herhighnesstheprincess is FANTASTIC AT POINTING OUT ANGST LSKDFMAWOIEF

And hey, this might not qualify as angst for you and that’s A-OK. I guess it’s pretty tame compared to some of the stuff Ninjago throws in casually, but it does kinda address the angst which makes it hit harder sometimes lkdfmawoiefmfd Like they didn’t wait ten seasons to have Mk cry, he was in a stressful situation and struggling and dealing with a lot of bad thought towards himself in the moment and cried and it’s just-- ;A;

Yeah anyway sdlkfmaoiwemfsdf Congrats if you made it through my ramble sdlkwefkkldfadll I’m sure I forgot a few things cause technically speaking I’ve only watched the episodes once (which I must remedy soon because this series deserves a second go the animation alone is INCREDIBEL SKLDFAOOFEAFLK) so I’m bound to have missed a bunch of things, but in any case, hope this was worth your time lol XD Have a day as amazing as you are <3 ;)

[octanesimp3000]

The Bunny, The Decoy and the Apex Games #3

I hope you’re ready for Elliott to start being the charming menace that we all love him to be in this chapter! Enjoy <3

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32034451/chapters/79553743

Summary: 

It's finally the day of the big reveal, but you're nowhere to be found. No worries, because Elliott is there to save the day and to further egg on your feelings for him!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

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It was finally time for the fourth game of the season. Everyone had been up bright and early to do some last minute training in the practice range, all except for you. So where were you that fine morning?

In bed, that’s where.

You’d spent all of yesterday with Octavio who had readily accepted your apologies but hadn’t offered an explanation as to why he’d gotten upset in the first place. He’d dragged you into town early in the afternoon, saying that he wanted you to visit the arcade with him. Then, when the sun had set, Octavio had taken you to a nearby Japanese restaurant ‘The Okami Bar’ where you’d both treated yourselves to plate after plate of delicious sushi and glasses of sake.

By the time you’d gotten back to the dropship, the clock had struck 2am and you’d collapsed into your bed, full and dizzy from all the alcohol in your system.

A sudden rapid banging on your door managed to surprise you out of your deep slumber however, and you clambered quickly out of bed to answer the door. Elliott was standing there, a concerned frown on his face. “What are you still doing here, Y/N? The game starts in forty minutes, we gotta go!,” he exclaimed loudly as he pushed past you into your dormitory.

“W-What?! I didn’t realize, my alarm didn’t…,” you had started to say when you realized that no, you hadn’t gotten a chance to set your alarm last night before you passed out in your bed. “Crap, okay. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready!” You hurriedly started running around your room as you started gathering the outfit you usually wore underneath your armour on the battlefield: a layered black long-sleeved crop top with cut-out sleeves, a round neckline and front drawstring paired with dark army green cargo pants.

You glanced back at Elliott who was now standing by your desk as you clutched your clothes to your chest. “Uhh, Elliott? I kinda gotta change so could you...get out please?,” you asked with a sheepish smile.

Elliott looked over at you with a smile and pointed at the framed photograph of the two of you. “Those were the good ole days, huh? I remember when you were just that little girl who used to follow me around. Now, look at ya!,” Elliott said as he spun around to face you. You noticed his smile looked almost sad but before you could ask him about it, he turned back around and began walking to the door. But just before he left, Elliott said “You’ve grown so much since we first met...I hope Octavio knows how lucky he is to be dating you.”

As the door shut behind Elliott, you abruptly sat down on the edge of your bed, feeling your knees begin to wobble. Elliott thought Octavio was lucky to be dating you? Did that mean that Elliott thought you were date material? Would Elliott date you if you asked him out?

With all these questions swirling inside your mind, you almost forgot that you now only had twenty minutes left to get to the centre of the dropship. Shaking your head in an attempt to physically dispel all thoughts of dating the one and only Mirage of the Apex Games from your mind, you hurriedly began changing.

You managed to make it to the centre of the dropship just 5 minutes before the game was due to start and the teams would launch themselves from the ship into the World’s Edge arena. Octavio was there, his mask already fastened on. He took it off to speak to you, a devilish grin on his face “You were totally wild last night, chica. We should definitely do that again.”

“Very funny, Octavio. I almost missed today’s game, can you imagine how much crap we’d be in with the Syndicate if I was?,” you said with a roll of your eyes. He laughed and watched as Elliott, dressed in his yellow Mirage costume, walked up to the two of you.

He’d apparently forgotten to fill you in earlier that he’d been placed in a squad with both you and Octavio today. You mentally grimaced at the thought that Elliott might be present during your big reveal on screen with Octavio. Why did this have to happen to you?

3 minutes till jump.

“Alright! Let’s do this,” Octavio shouted in excitement, jogging on the spot to further emphasise that he was all ready to charge into battle. You waved at Ajay who was teamed up with Makoa and Anita. She pointed at Octavio who was chatting away to Elliott about some new upgrade he’d gotten to his bionic legs and you could just about make out the words Ajay was mouthing. “What’s up with you and Octavio?”

To nail down the point she was trying to make, Ajay started making kissy motions with her hands. You shook your head with a laugh, mouthing back a “No” to her. You stole a glance at Octavio and admired the fancy dark blue and gold outfit he had on today. He’d even gone the extra mile and dyed his hair a matching dark blue. The designer had nicknamed the ensemble Fast Fashion and who better to don it in the Apex Games than the high-speed daredevil himself?

Your eyes paused for just a moment on the part where the bottom layer of his shirt, which was an extremely short crop top, revealed part of Octavio’s upper torso. You found yourself thinking that for such a fast and slender man, he really had well-defined abs.

Before your thoughts could wander any farther however, you heard one of the managers on duty today order the squads to gather closer around the opening in the middle of the dropship. You stepped closer to Octavio and Elliott, feeling a sudden nervousness souring in the pit of your stomach. You’d played in so many of these games before, you weren’t sure why you still got so anxious before the start of a new one.

As if he could sense your emotions, Elliott suddenly grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze. “We’re gonna do great, Y/N. I’ll be with you the whole way,” he said reassuringly. You gave his hand a squeeze back and smiled up at him, feeling your cheeks burn. Maybe there really was a chance Elliott had feelings for you.

You could feel Octavio watching you, and it seemed Elliott did too because he quickly let go of your hand. Octavio moved closer to you but didn’t say anything, instead he looked almost annoyed. “You feeling okay, Octavio?,” you asked worriedly.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m great! Let’s get going already!,” Octavio snapped back into his usual hyperactive self, flashing you a wide grin before putting his mask back on. Now you couldn’t see his facial expressions anymore, you felt even more concerned that something was bothering Octavio. But with the announcer counting down from 5 before the squads were to jump from the dropship, you decided that there would be time to worry about this later. You positioned yourself, getting ready to jump as you listened to the announcer.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Welcome back, one and all, to the Apex Games!

[teamsarawatshusband]

Word Of Honor - 1st watch insta thoughts - Episode 2

Here’s Episode 1

Okay, before I get started with the episode, thank you so much for your likes and kind words and explanations. Thanks @averageace​ for letting me know that ghosts aren't necessarily dead. And thanks @ pretty-much-obsessed for letting me know it's not xianxia but wuxia. K, no cultivators. Got it!

Oh, just for future reference: I love when you guys help me out in the comments with understanding stuff like this! As long as you don’t spoil the story, I'm super grateful for all the genre info and cultural insights <3

Anyway, here we go!

Episode 2:

Oooooh, it was smirky guy who stopped the whip. And everybody is watching. How embarrassing.

I kinda like purple girl. She's so feisty and sassy.

Ok, the kid wants to make friends with alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. He's in town to buy pastries for his mom, that's so cute. I need a shorter name for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Anyway, the kid gives him a bookmark like a key to where he lives. Alright.

So smirky guy really did recognize the fighting. Oh, Four Seasons Manor is a sect! Ok, ok. And that's their fighting style. Was smirky guy once a part of them? Still so mysterious.

The kids are singing about the 5 lakes. That seems to be important somehow.

K, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wants to hitch a boat ride. And the old man looks like the old guy who got the 7 nails last time, but he's probably not, i'm just bad with faces again.

Yooo, does alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy have so much silver? Yeah, I wouldn't trust him either, old man. Oh, smirky guy intervenes. And now the old boatman wants to do the ride.

Whoaaa, nice scenery with the water and the blossoms and the music. I wanna go there.

So, now he's at mirror lake manor. Was that the kid's place? I forgot.

Wow, that boatman is really something, shouting out his insults as alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is simply standing on the dock. Can't he be a bit nicer? LOOOOOL, yeah, so now he really dashed without paying, that's what you get for being rude.

But shame on tragic hero lord guy.You should always pay your debts. Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Whoaaaaa, the blossom trees. I'm in love. Tragic hero lord guy flies over them in slo-mo.

And when it's not snowing, it's raining petals. Why is there a boat on dry land? Is that gonna be important?

Ooooh, fan fight! Must be smirky guy. Yusss! And now they're dancing.

Oh, and now smirky guy is being poetic. Dude, you sound like you’re crushing on him hard, man. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy isn't having any of it, lol.

There's two guys talking about war in the next scene. One of them is the dad and the other a son. Is that our kid from before? He seems older. I hate being bad with faces. Oh, he's not the kid. He's his older brother. And apparently there's one more brother even. I'm gonna get them all confused so much. Ugh

Tragic hero lord guy gets to stay in a woodshed. And likes it. I mean... whatever makes him happy, I guess.

Ooooh, back at the palace, I remember the helmets of the soldiers. And there's the guy who took tragic hero lord guy's job and... the other, like... boss guy. Maybe a king or an emperor. New at the job guy talks about... stuff. He's killed people. And seems proud of it. And now he's talking about a children's song. Oh wait, is that the song that alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy noticed earlier on? Oh, the song is connected to the glazed armor. Got it.

Ooooh, they sent a spy after tragic hero lord guy. So that's why he went into hiding.

Back in the woodshed, either the alcohol was bad, or tragic hero lord guy is having issues with the nails thing. His veins are moving and it looks disgusting tbh. And he's kinda... fuming. Literally. Looks like he's got a bad smell. And now he's... trying to meditate the smell away?

Oh, there's a fire outside.

Why?

Oh no, it's the red guys with the masks again. They're killing people.

Ooooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps into the fight, alright. OMG, I LOVE THAT TREE IN THE BACKGROUND!!! It's so pretty.

I want it.

Somebody is trying to sneak a kid out. Possibly our kid. Not sure. And the red guys are following them. Hmm.

Oh, a bird. Tragic hero lord guy calls it a sparrow and a spy from the window of heaven, which... okay, but it's definitely NOT a sparrow. Maybe it's just a not so good translation.

Aww man, and now my tree's on fire! :(((( Why can I never have nice things? :(

Now it's raining yellow paper thingies. They kinda look like those smiley potato chips thingies that you can get in the freezer section at the supermarket.

Oh, they're weapons from the red guys. And the guy who's trying to sneak the kid out... is that the boatman?

Oooh, tragic hero lord guy jumps in. If that WAS the boatman, then he's getting paid alright. Heh.

Ok, wth? Swords are not supposed to be that bendy. That does not look like a good sword. How are you gonna stab anybody with a wobbly, shaky weapon like that?

And smirky guy is sitting on the window sill watching the situation unfold like a supermodel waiting to be called onto the runway. Instead of... like... HELPING?! Wth?

And he's an alcoholic too? Hmm

K, that was a short stay, they're back on the boat

Eww, the red guys cut of somebody's arm. Wait, is that the dad from before? And the others are... the kid's brothers? Maybe? Oh, whoever they are, they're supposed to have the glazed armor, and the red masked guys want it. And they're gonna kill them all? That's brutal, man.

But if they ARE the kid’s brothers and they’re about to die, then at least I won’t get them confused, so there’s a plus side.

Anway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy, the boatman and the kid are in some dusty place. And the boatman is savage as fuck. He wants his money, lol. I like him.

Oh no, so much information. I'm so bad at this. So the kid is supposed to hide at 5 lakes, but doesn't want to. And somebody saved somebody, I have no idea. I wanna know if alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is gonna go meditate again, because it looks like he wants to.

And now the potato smileys are flying in again. Great. I'm never gonna unsee the potato thing now.

Anyway, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy who seriously NEEDS A NAME(!!!) is getting smelly again. And the kid wants to defend them all and instantly drops the sword. That does not look good.

So many red masked guys.

LOL, alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy needs 15 minutes. To smell better, maybe.

Wow, the old boatman is a good fighter, but he stands no chance. Are he and the kid really the ones supposed to fight, while tragic hero guy is being smelly and smirky guy is still chilling who knows where?

See the stinky fumes?

Whoa the kid is willing to sacrifice himself for alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy. Who is just as surprised as me. And if it weren't for somebody intervening, they'd both be dead. Who is it?

Yooooooooo, purple girl coming in to the rescue. Of course. Need a job well done, leave it to the woman.

Wow, she's so badass. And the kid and the boatman are helping too. Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy went back to meditating.

:O There were two nuts!!! I saw them!!! Is nuts guy one of the red masked guys?

Oh, NOW alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy is starting to fight. Probably smelled the nuts and got into it.

LOL, wth? Now that he's done fighting, he faints? And THAT's when smirky guy shows up? To catch him? And alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy wakes up again instantly to fight.

Lololol, wth? Smirky guy is like "Heh, you cute, let me wrap your sword around us." ;)

Maybe the wobbly bendy sword is a flirting technique and actually does serve a purpose.

He has really long fingers too.

Just saying.

Aww, would have been a cute moment if the boatman weren't deadly hit. And now he's smelly too. Wait, do smelly fumes mean doomed to die?

Ohh, he's gonna make him adopt the kid, isn't he?

Alcoholic tanned tragic hero lord guy drops a name, and says he's Zhou Xu. Is that his real name? Feels like smirky guy would probably recognize him if he gave his real name. But also maybe not. I know nothing. And smirky guy is mysterious as fuck. But I’ll take the name,because it’s shorter than the one I gave him.

Boatman is still a bit rude, threatening to curse Zhou Xu’s ancestors if he doesn't take care of the kid. Aren't they cursed already? Anyway, boatman can't know that.

Ok, old boatman has died and the kid is adopted. Cool, cool.

Oh, some fighter guys in nicely pleated skirts... who are they? Are they the guards of the manor? Are they there to help the kid? Whoever they are, they came too late and they set off fireworks.

Ok, smirky guy introduces himself. Wen Ke Xing. Oh boy, I hope I can remember that name.

Why is the kid dizzy? Did he get hurt?

Now they're discussing about the bread and nobody's willing to eat first while the kid is empty handed and very clearly hungry as hell. I feel so bad for him.

Why does smirky guy come across so snobby? I wanna like him.

Wow, they finally give the kid some food and now HE's refusing to eat it as well.

Purple girl is the only person actually getting fed tonight.

I mean, she deserves it. She fought the hardest.

Oooooh, smirky Wen Ke Xing guy is onto Zhou Xu lord guy. First stares him up and down while he's resting (lusting much?) and then flat out asks if he's in disguise.

Oh and the kid IS hurt. And smirky Ke Xing is the only one to realize too. He's redeeming himself. A little.

Zhou Xu lord guy doesn't want him to touch the kid though. Why?

Oooh, they're dancing again.

LOL, purple girl gets it. I saw that smile. I bet she's a shipper. What is the ship name? KeXu? ZhouXing? I literally had to scroll up and reread the names. We should just call them smirklord.

Okay, end of episode.

What did I learn? Names were dropped.  Zhou Xu lord guy has adopted the kid. Smirky guy is called Wen Ke Xing. He comes across a bit shady and pretentious and also flirty. Very flirty. But Purple girl is cool, and she trusts him so he must be kinda cool too. Still don't know who they really are and what they want. Like any of them. So far, I like the kid and purple girl best. I hope they all travel together to bring the kid to... wherever he's supposed to go.

Goals for future episodes: Find out who nut guy is. Learn the freaking names reliably. Find out people's connections to each other.

[deansmultitudes]

And because I'm extra, I'm going to send another one, because you've watched Criminal Minds, and that's definitely up there on my list of favourite shows. So, Spencer, Emily, Penelope, Hotch and JJ (just got the added spice 🤣)

Nice.

1. SPENCER BABY! My sweet boy ;_; Too good for this world, too precious. I could listen to him talk about statistics and fungi and what not for hours with a goofy grin on my face. He deserves the entire world. And he's suffered so much, it's heartbreaking, but he remains so strong <3 He's a genius AND funny AND can do magic tricks??? I love him so much. Sucks af at CPR though, don't go dying near him 😂

2. PENELOPE MY HEART! I love a cute, quirky IT girl, okay? Penelope is an ICON. Brilliance wrapped in cotton candy. She loves and cares about her little BAU family so so much 😭 The heart of the show, truly wouldn't be the same without her. Her friendship with Morgan was e v e r y t h i n g. Also, fat girl represent ❤❤❤ (I am begging you, learn to walk in heels, my legs hurt from watching.)

3. Hotch, the show truly wasn't the same after he (and Derek, my son 😭) left. Great boss, good dad (Jack is such an awesome kid). When he's all serious at work but then when they get together in like, Rossi's garden and and he can chill and his smile is everything <3

4. What am I supposed to do with you Jennifer Jareau??? 14 seasons. 14 seasons (ex one ep) of being my girl. Smart, strong, caring. I loved her friendship with Spencer. And then they fucking went and ruined her retroactively at the last moment 😤 ok, deep breath. Knocked down a notch bc she'd be in top three. I loved her, I hate what they did to her. Why do tv writers suck

5. Emily. Not last bc I don't like her but because after my 4 (3 and 14/15th?) babies (with Derek) I kinda love the rest equally. Shame her storyline went all wobbly, had a hard time forgiving her how she hurt everyone? Also *flips a bird at the cbs execs*

Thanks!

[fatherlyfrog]

hthing you reblogged,, im do it

age atleast 5

pronouns and gender oh fuck i cant remember uh uh uh [i know you use blue/blues and she/her and some kinda plantgender pronoun set but thats all vtgybhujik]

zodiac sign vyghuj uh. u have blue. pisces. fishy fish

romantic status thats a lot easier, platonically dsting astrid last i checked and thats it idk mn im trying rdf6tgy7h8ujik

eye color grewen or hazel or

or green

hobbies tumblr, crime, tumblrcrime, art, some form of craft involving wool

introverted / extroverted ,,you're a user on tumblr,, its pretty obvious

favorite season winter

NEVER AGAIN

oho!

age [sure!]

pronouns and gender [GCAGSBZBHAHAHA yeah you tried, you must've been thinking about herb/herbs? for reference though im genderfluid ^|^]

zodiac sign [^¢™°¢°°€° nope! leo HWAHHAHAJA]

romantic status [SO TRUE!! gcshgsbh that's on the nose dude]

eye colour [nope! people have thought my eyes are green though upon inspection ^|^ but ive got blue (kinda grey??)!!]

hobbies [yes, yes, yes, no /silly the wool guess was good though ive tried out sewing and crocheting! (im Not the best at either, my stitches are uneven and wobbly and my crocheting hold is all wrong)]

introverted/extroverted [OKAY fair DTCTVYHH im ambivert-leaning though if that makes sense (i think at least, there's gotta be some way i handle the hyper chattiness of my own you know?? /silly)]

favorite season [nope! fall ^|^]

nice try spoon!

[darkwingsnark]

FIC WRITER MEME

Tagged by @prince-luffy

AO3 name: DarkwingSnark

Fandoms: ...SEE, I’m in lots of fandoms. Or at least, I’ve written for them during hyper-fixation periods. Let’s see what AO3 says...

Batman: The Animated Series (20)

Batman - All Media Types (7)

Wander Over Yonder (Cartoon) (6)

DuckTales (Cartoon 1987) (5)

Penn Zero: Part-Time Hero (5)

Penguins of Madagascar (3)

James and the Giant Peach - Roald Dahl (3)

Darkwing Duck (Cartoon 1991) (3)

Disney - All Media Types (3)

Dan Vs. (2)

Milo Murphy's Law (2)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja (1)

The Batman (Cartoon) (1)

Lady and the Tramp (1955) (1)

Looney Tunes | Merrie Melodies (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh - All Media Types (1)

Alice in Wonderland (1951) (1)

Gummi Bears (TV) (1)

Winnie-the-Pooh (Disney) (1)

.... Honestly, I feel like there’s more that this list isn’t covering. Like Phineas and Ferb isn’t here and I wrote for that show too. And many of these can be simplified and condensed because they belong to similar fics.

Tropes: Depends on the fic. But as a whole, tend to write Romantic Comedies with a lot of slow burn. Mostly because... struggle is funny. People being dumdums and oblivious to the obvious is funny. Aaaaand also because it allows the episodic quality of shenanigans to occur.

Number of fics: Up and posted on AO3? 53. Does not include stuff on FF.net or that’s sitting in google docs begging to be finished.

Fic I spent the most time on: Not sure how to read this. Does it mean active man hours? Or does stuff like having a hiatus in-between count? Because TECHNICALLY ‘Real Value’ was started in high school, and I didn’t rewrite it and carry on the series (with Moonie) until many years later. There are also fics like ‘Growing Love’ or ‘Priorities’ that took a lot of time to do research. Like learning how to build a lawn mower so I could have a character believably break it apart for repairs.

....God I do a lot of research that doesn’t go into the actual fics. Because all I need, really, in the confidence of what I’m doing to be the character and describe an action here or there. 

Fic I spent the least time on: Probably something drabble related? Or maybe the fic I did that was just me venting out emotions because I was feeling guilty? ‘A Mother’s Intuition’ was written and posted within a couple of hours.

Longest fic: Complicated. The longest thing written is technically an RP, NOT a story. (Different, trust me.) ‘What Happens in Gotham’ has a word count of  207,413. But fic wise at 89,022 word would be ‘The Constant Gardener’ . 

Runner up being ‘Priorities’ at little over 87k.

Shortest fic: Drabbles? Uh, let’s see.. Probably from ‘Beauty and Your Worth’, as i think one was literally a paragraph long. ... Speaking of Gummi Bears, I wonder if I still have my notes on the GruffiGusto fic I wanted to write. Something to look into.

Most hits: Apparently ‘Fallen Hard’ at  5354

Most kudos: Also ‘Fallen Hard’ at 518. There... were more fans of Milo Murphy’s Law than I realised. 

Most comment threads: ‘Fallen Hard’, 193 comments. ‘What Happens in Gotham’ following at 185.

Most bookmarks: .... that’s something people care about? I hardly ever bookmark things, since I read it in one go. But... I can look?

Ah.... ‘Fallen Hard’. 63

Total word count: 971,833 Oh hey! Almost a million. That’s something to celebrate.

Favorite fic I wrote: 'Knights of Dobenshire’. Hands down. (With ‘Heart of the Cards’ being very close.) I like writing road trip styled stories. It allows many things to happen within the narrative. BUT, ‘Knights of Dobenshire’ wins because it was such a satisfying conclusion of this build up, you know? Scrooge is finally no longer just putting up with the relationship with Fenton, but fully embracing it. That surprise feeling that hits him when he realizes, dear lord, he IS attracted to Fenton beyond affection. 

It hits me more than a mutual pining because there I KNOW they will get together. But here? While writing with Moonie? I DIDN’T KNOW! I was worried in the end we’d have to write another fic to finally reach that step. Scrooge is stubborn and does what he wants, let me tell ya.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: 'Fallen Hard’, ‘Season of Miracles’, ‘Going with the Flow’, pretty much anything that isn’t complete. BUT, not posted, I really want to get back to more of the stories planned in the McCrack series. It was a ship I kinda made from the ground up, with nobody caring about it in the beginning. So it feels very important to see that series through.

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

... Actually, I can share something from 'Donald’s Party (Working Title)’. @swampy-tiefling and I started. Just the first scene to get you guys hooked.

Donald took a deep breath of air from the doorway of the house and sighed, once again pleased to find himself at his home away from home. Traveling the seas and exploring the world with the navy were its own rewards, he supposed, but there would never be anything quite like the countryside-- the middle aged mallard having practically been raised on Grandma Duck’s farm. Donald Duck was happy to be on shore-- his naval carrier being docked for the week in Duckburg as they replenished supplies and took care of whatever repairs that were needed. Whatever excuse his bosses wanted to use were fine by him, he was just happy to not be scrubbing decks for a change!

That didn’t, however, mean he was able to rest and relax-- as the duck was startled out of his thoughts as somebody bumped into him. That somebody was his grandmother as she came to, just having caught her plate of cookies before they fell.

“My land, Donald! What in the world are you doing hiding here when you should be meetin’ and greetin’ the guests?”

Donald ignored the woman’s soft glare as he waved her off, using his other hand to steal a cookie in the process. Stuffing it in his mouth, he murmured out a response.

“Phooey, they’re just relatives.”

“Even more of a reason to go out and talk to them.” Before the sailor could argue, Grandma Duck placed the plate of treats into his hands. “And put these out on the snack table while you’re at it. Poor Fethry is looking peckish.”

Donald rolled his eyes, but otherwise did as he was told. Wasn’t it just like life to make him work at his own welcome home party? Walking towards the open yard where the party was taking place, it didn’t take long to reach the table, where his cousins were already gathered around as they chat.

This instantly caught the attention of the lankier duck, his gaze zoning in as he smiled widely towards Donald in greeting.

“Well if it ain’t the guest of honor, with snacks to boot!” Fethry leaned closer, his red hat wobbling with him as he continued to inquire. “Say, cuz, ya wouldn’t happen to know if these are gluten free, would ya?”

Donald gave him an unimpressed look. 

“You’re not going on another crazy diet, are ya?” Though, in all honesty, he was more worried his looney cousin might try to drag him along-- and after months of eating nothing but mush, he would NOT miss out on his first chance to pig out on actual home cooked meals.

"Not crazy at all, actually!" Fethry grinned that goofy grin. "See, it's all right here; Gluten Free; It's the Way to Be' !" he shoved a rather lengthy-looking hard cover book in Donald's face. Donald had no choice but to stare at it, the words all blurring together from its close proximity to his eyes. The offending object remained there for only a second, however, before it was yanked back, the nutty mallard already busy flipping through it.

"Let's see, here, there's a fascinating chapter I think you should-- Don?"

Phew, that had been close. Donald was still in sneaking away mode, and jumped and yelped when he was tapped on the shoulder. Oh no. He'd been caught, after all. He slowly turned, with a forced, toothy grin, to face his fate.

A wave of relief washed over him when he saw his girlfriend, Daisy, smiling sweetly at him, instead.

“And where do you think you’re sneaking off to, Mister? You’ve been gone for so long, and here we are, with you haven’t even given me a kiss ‘hello’ yet.” 

Now there was something Donald didn’t mind doing, as his girlfriend leaned in her face for her reward. Wrapping his arms around her, he planted the biggest of smooches to her temple. 

“Gaww, I’m sorry Daisy. I really did miss you.”

This earned him a soft smile, as it was Daisy’s turn to kiss him on the forehead.

“And I missed you, hun. Now, tell me… why WERE you sneaking around?”

“Grandma put me on entertainment duty.”

“Well, “ his girlfriend began, “it IS your party, after all. They came to see you, seems fair to me.” This made the sailor groan as she looked at him unsympathetically. Rolling her eyes, the reporter sarcastically patted her boyfriend in comfort. “There there. Now don’t go sneaking off for real, the boys will be arriving soon. And Grandma tells me Uncle Scrooge will be bringing along a special guest.”

“Special guest?” Donald asked incredulously. “Like who?” This caused Daisy’s eyes to glimmer all the more in mischief, a look that told him that she knew something he didn’t know. And that something was big news, if he was reading her right.

“Oh, nobody TOO special, I suppose,” Daisy was stalling, and it was driving Donald up the wall. The duck woman continued her teasing. “Nobody except your uncle’s new date friend.”

"Date friend?" Donald practically exclaimed, prompting Daisy's grin to grow all the more smug.

"Yep! You've missed quite a bit since you've been away, you know."

"No kidding...well I'll be..." Donald was shaking his head, but he was smiling. Uncle Scrooge, dating, at his age... it was nothing short of a miracle. It was about time, too!

"Meanwhile, why don't you go say hi to the rest of the guests? I know it's hard..." she rolled her eyes. "but at least make an effort, okay? Thanks, hun!"

Donald's heart fluttered as she smooched his cheek, and left. He glanced out over the yard, and saw quite a few familiar faces; Gus, Ludwig, Gladstone... heck, even Gyro Gearloose had shown up!

He sighed, but this one wasn't a sigh of pure despair. It did feel nice to be home, surrounded by people who most likely cared, and his nephews were even going to show up soon. Not to mention, he'd get to tease his uncle for finally taking his advice on the whole dating thing. 

That alone gave Donald the pep in his step he needed as he threw himself back into the party-- where he knew his crazed family would be waiting for him. 

[groovycatcollector]

The Wonderfully Right, And The Horribly Wrong (Daryl Dixon Love story)

Summery: After losing her brother and his wife, one young woman is left on her own, caring for a new born and trying to survive. After being taken in to a community after years of mistrust, how will she adapt, and what effect will a certain archer have on her. Starts the last episode of season 5

Warnings: slow-burn, angst, eventual fluff, violence, strong language. ptsd, age gap

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x OFC

Chapter 9

I had decided to stay awake after one of the baby’s feeds, I had told Maggie I’d help her planting some veg, considering food supplies were running low. I had time before I would go to the infirmary and my mind was still buzzing with distrust for Alexandria. But knowing I should stay for the baby I did, wanting to give him a better chance, so I occupied my days, distracting myself from my gut screaming at me that something was gonna go wrong.

The sun was just lightening the sky without making an appearance, so it was cool enough to work. I was already to go; food packed, baby fed and in a basket, just my hair.

I was standing in front of a mirror in the sitting room. I couldn’t brush it, it was too curly and it would only puff it up more. My last hair elastics broke last night so I stared helpless at the ringlets in the mirror. I could shave my head?

I’m not shaving my head …

After deciding not to shave my head, I graded a pencil (Something one of my older sisters had thought me) and twisted it and weaved it into my hair; leaving me with a low bun. It wouldn’t keep it off my neck but it would stay out of my face. Deciding that was enough for me I wrapped my new found scarf around my head once, making sure to secure my baby hairs and front strands in the fabric. Tying it at the base of my neck around the bun, leaving the flimsy material falling loosely at my shoulder blades.

**

 “One Russian name and one normal name?” Maggie confirmed, using her foot too glide the spade into the ground. “Yep, family tradition, honour the grandparents” I grunted, following suit. The sun had risen, and oh mama it was hot. We had started working before dawn, so we had a few tomatoes plants in the ground, and the conversation has drifted to the Christening tomorrow, and the lack of a name.

I’m guessing Maggie was also tired with an aching back by her strained reply “I don’t know many Russian names so you’ll have to excuse my lack of input there”. I huffed with a smile “I was thinking maybe Luke? Does he look like a Luke to you” I straightened glanced at the baby, who at this stage couldn’t really crawl; only sat there content with his big hat. Maggie halted, turning to look at him clumsily pulling out grass “He could be a Luke”

I decided to test it out “Hey” I called at the oblivious infant “You think you’re a Luke?” Waiting a moment, looking as he tried to put a blade of grass into his mouth before it fell from his weak grip. “Okay not Luke” I announced before bending back over continuing my work.

We were quiet concentrating for a few more minutes. “You thought of any names for yourself?” I asked, whipping a bead of sweat from my neck. The sound of shovels scratching threw dirt filled my ears before she gathered an answer. “Haven’t really thought about it yet, suppose it’s still early days” She said, focusing her eyes on the ground.

I nodded “Just be careful you don’t end up like me, waiting for the day before you have to name him” She chuckled at that.

 When the sun got high I wondered over to the infirmary. I was reading a book I snagged from the hippie on natural herbs, writing out Denise’s beloved Short Cuts on a sheet of paper for each herb. Luckily not many were sick, so besides writing all of my useless information I just tidied up. It was nice, I felt like it was summer vacation and I was down at my Grandpa’s practice.

Denise and I sat on the porch, still in the shade. She looked off long fully in the distance at Tara on post while I quizzed her on her spread sheet. We had come up with a routine of cleaning, testing cheat sheets, cleaning again, and home time (If no one came in of course)

“Infection” I called out agents the hot air. Denise groaned, flopping back onto the wooden panels.  “No, I’m sick of this” she exclaimed rubbing her eyes with the palms of her hands. I was sick of it too in all honesty. I lay next to her book on my chest “Yeah me too” I admitted staring up at the white porch roof. I glance across at her, she reminded me of Sonya, just getting in her head all the time, and trying to pull it all together for other people.

“How’re things with Tara?” I asked, somewhere between genuinely curious and just making small talk. “They’re fine, we moved in together” She sighed. Oh shit big step.

 Hold the fuck up that’s a very big step. I bolted up right “What the fuck, I see you ever single day for the past five weeks and you didn’t say anything?” I starred, mouth wide open.

Denise shrugged defensively “I dunno Nina I didn’t think it was that important” My eyes darted to Tara who stood on the watch tower. I scoffed, repeating her “Not a big deal” before lay back down. It was quiet for a moment, just listening to the baby babbling in his highchair before Denise broke the pause in dialogue.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you” She said, putting her face in my direction but still not meeting my eyes. “I guess I was kinda scared how you’d react” She paused, biting her lips thinking “With you being so religious and all”

I narrowed my eyes, not fully understanding her meaning before it all clicked into place, which caused an eruption of laughs burst from my stomach. She looked at me bewildered before I could catch my breath, whipping a tear away from my eye. 

“Dude” I gasped “Dude I’m catholic not an asshole” Her look of shock, followed by a small chuckle of relief calmed me a little.

I lolled my head to look at her “So you’re not homophobic” She asked still chuckling, I offered her a smile before leaning in and whispering “Not an asshole” while putting my hand on hers while we lazily starred up at the roof. I liked Denise, she reminded me of what it was like to have a sister, even if she presumed I was an asshole.

“Sooo” She sang, just as my mind was beginning to wander too far into sadder thoughts. “What’s going on with Daryl?” She cocked on eyebrow teasingly.

Confusion shocked my body, now I definitely didn’t expect that. I got on with Daryl, but I don’t think I’m into him “what about him?” I asked, cautiously.

I’ve gotten too comfortable here, just the hint of romantic relationships got my palms sweating. Now it was Denise’s turn to let a giggle “Are you kidding? You guys are always looking at each other and I see you guys early mornings talking to each other” Her nose was scrunched up like a kid tattling on their friend to teacher.

It’s true we had made a routine of crossing paths when I would feed the baby, and we would get up to hunt or get ready for a run. I just never figured it would spark town gossip.

“We are not always looking at each other” I said defensively. She scoffed sitting up “Nina you both are constantly gazing at each other from across the street!” I sat up next to her leaning agents the wall, her crossed legged and my arms resting on my bent knees. What in tarnation, gazing? I don’t gaze, I’m a Price and we’re not a gazing family

“We do not gaze”

“Then why are you getting so defensive”

“I’m not getting defensive”

Denise through her hands up in the air in defeat “Okay okay nothings going on, shouldn’t have asked” She looked down rubbing her palms together after I thanked her. Suddenly her face contorted in a smile “Say…” She sounded way too pleased with herself for this to end well.

“What are you doing later today?” Shit. I chewed my lip “I’m going helping with the cars” I answered bluntly, trying not to show just how completely she caught me.

“And who is it again who’s doing the cars today?” I hope that smile was hurting her face, it was far too big. My shoulders slouched in defeat, trying to hide my smile, my signal of “You got me” as Denise burst out laughing.

“You” She said, pushing my shoulder making me wobble “Are full of shit” I barely got to mumble a ‘Am not’ before the doctor continued her sentence “And I think you two would be cute”

“Fuck off”

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Me and Daryl, that’s weird, crazy even. Just because I get on with someone who’s reasonably attractive and single doesn’t mean I’m attracted to them

Even if I just said they were attractive. Not the point.

I’m gonna go in there, and be cool, chilled, just doing car stuff. And I’m a friendly person, I’m friendly with everyone. Sure I spent a little more time with him but so what?

 I walked into the garage seeing Daryl with his head under the hood of one of the cars. His back was covered by a black vest top but his shoulders were glistening with the sweat, and his hair was damp and sticking agents his neck; obviously not enjoying the summer heat.

“Hey, need any help” I asked, putting the baby on the floor “I know a thing or two about cars” I leaned agents the car and peered into the engine, seeing it had all its parts.

“Had a boyfriend that was into cars?” He taunted, still not looking at me, knowing it would get on my nerves.

“My daddy was a mechanic” I clarified. He shot me a glance from behind the dirt and oil that covered his face “Thought you’d been more into them pageants” His mouth came up in a half smile, just flashing his teeth.

A wicked grin grew on my face “Oh yeah, real big into thoughts, won a few too” I hoped he could pick up on my sarcasm, pushing him over so I could get a better look at the valves threw the walker blood “But that’s only because I slept with the judges” I looked up and gave him a big smile but the look on his face ment I couldn’t hold back a laugh “Dann I never thought I’d see you look shocked” I said, slapping him on his back. See? Friendly.

Then a grumble past his lips “Always knew you’d be easy” Without looking up I punched his arm.

Sonya was into Pageants, real good. She won a scholarship to a nursing school in New York kinda good.

“You’d wanna know” I said, sticking my hand into the slimy shit stuck in the engine and pulling it out.

 Just too buds, having laughs, no feelings.

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J/H 4-27: Love, Wisconsin Style

And here we go - Season 4 finale!

I didn't know when I started this project just how I'd end Season 4, and it was tricky to figure out. The goal was, without changing anything about the end of Season 5 (there will be a few Season 5 scripts coming, but none past the halfway point of the season), to make the ending of Season 4 give more weight to Hyde's insecurity and paranoia about Jackie and Kelso there. Feedback on how well that goal was met would be most welcome.

(I should say that I like the end of Season 5 quite a bit as it is. But, this being a project all about finding connective tissue between two different points in the show's run, I went a little further with that here.)

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SHOW TITLE   MUSIC NOTE: “Whatcha Gonna Do” by Pablo Cruise.   INT. HUB - DAY   A sunny afternoon, but the Hub is almost empty – it’s still school hours. But there are two customers – ERIC and KITTY. Eric leans against the counter as he talks with his mother. “Whatcha Gonna Do��� plays on the jukebox.   ERIC: So Mr. Hammond said it was fine for me to miss class, ‘cause I’m already getting an “A.” So just as you suspected, Mom, I am better than everybody.   KITTY: All I know is that my little boy was very brave at the dentist today. Wasn't he? Yes he was, my widdle snickelfritz.   ERIC: Okay, Mom, when a man reaches a certain age, the baby voice no longer comforts him. It urges him to kill.   The door opens. In walk DONNA and CASEY. Well, Casey walks; Donna nearly falls over her feet trying to get through the doorway. She’s giggling fit to burst, and a large cup is in her hand. As she stumbles, she knocks over a chair.   Casey rights the chair, steadies Donna, leads her toward the nearest table.   CASEY: Okay, let's get you some coffee. Nobody pukes in the Trans Am.   As they walk, Donna finally notices Eric and Kitty.   DONNA: (gasps) Mrs. Forman! Uh-oh, you look mad. What did Eric do? (to Eric) Bad Eric!   KITTY: Donna, why aren't you in school?   CASEY: No worries, I called her in sick. Told ‘em, “lady troubles.” No questions asked.   Donna starts to giggle again and loses her balance. Casey and Eric money to steady her.   ERIC: Hey, easy there, wobbles.   KITTY: (to Donna) Have you been drinking?   DONNA: I hope so. 'Cause if not, this whole place is a-spinning! Hang on boys, it's a twister!   She twirls her finger around and pivots on her feet, rocking back and forth between Eric and Casey as they try to get her upright.

MAIN CREDITS   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT - DAY   THE CIRCLE. “Bad Time” by Grand Funk Railroad plays on the record player in the background. Eric is related the events of the last scene.   ERIC: So, my mom and I were at the Hub getting ice cream, and we caught Donna with Casey, skipping school. And she was drunk. In the middle of the afternoon. It was like Sue Ellen on Dallas!   Pan to Hyde.   HYDE: (to Eric) You went to the Hub for ice cream with your mommy? (laughs) Why would you tell me that?   Pan to Fez.   FEZ: Hyde, the point is he went for ice cream. Without us! (to Eric) You cannot pick up a phone?   Pan to Kelso   KELSO: Hey, if we’re gonna burn Forman, can we hurry it up? You guys know I’m hiding from Jackie. The longer I stay in any one spot, the more likely she is to catch me, and then I gotta deal with her wanting to get married. TO ME!   The record player skips. Kelso jumps at the noise and bolts for the stairs.   Pan to Eric, who watches Kelso run upstairs before turning back to the Circle.   ERIC: Guys, my mom's over at the Pinciotti's right now telling Bob about Donna being drunk. You can't do that kind of stuff in the middle of the afternoon. It'll mess up with your... your... your thinking thing.   Pan to Hyde.   HYDE: Yeah, you gotta stay sharp, man. That's why I keep myself pure until 3 o' clock. (checks watch) Two o'clock. That's why I keep myself pure until two o'clock.   He lifts up his hand; his watch isn’t even on.   HYDE (cont’d): I'm not wearing a watch.   CUT TO:   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - DAY   A short time later. Hyde, Eric, and Kelso play basketball as best they can with the El Camino in the driveway. Kelso keeps shooting nervous glances down the street in both directions.   ERIC: (to Hyde) Hey, you know what? Donna getting busted is actually great for me, because now she's gotta realize what a jackass Casey is. And when she dumps him, I'll be standing right here with open arms and a gentle “I told you so.”   He mistakes Hyde’s frown for agreement.   ERIC (cont’d): Oh yeah, that could happen. After all, I made that girl a woman.   Kelso, dribbling the ball, bounces it into the hubcap of the El Camino. The clang makes him jump back and look around frantically. Eric puts a steadying arm on his shoulder.   ERIC (cont’d): Kelso, you know you can’t hide from Jackie forever. Shouldn’t you just talk to her about this?   KELSO: Eric, marriage is not a “this.” Marriage is not even an “it.” Marriage is the death of “it,” as in “doin’ it,” and me and my lightning rod in the pants have a lot more doin’ it to do!   Hyde takes the basketball from him, starts to dribble, looks down the road toward the Pinciotti’s house.   HYDE: (to Kelso) Hey, man. Here comes Jackie.   KELSO: RUN!   He shoves past Eric, rounds the El Camino, and cuts through the garage.   Once he’s gone, Eric and Hyde share a laugh; it was a false alarm.   ERIC: So, Jackie wants to marry Kelso. That’s gotta hurt, huh? Say, when you get them back together again, maybe you should offer to perform the ceremony.   HYDE: Not this time, man. I mean, marriage in high school? That’s too weird, man. I’m staying out of it.   Something over Hyde’s shoulder catches Eric’s eye. He strains to get a better look.   ERIC: Here comes Jackie.   HYDE: (scoffs) Come on, man. I’m not falling for that.   But it’s no false alarm this time: JACKIE marches right up behind Hyde.   JACKIE: Where’s Michael?   Her shout makes Hyde jump and drop the ball. He turns to look at her; she is one pissed off girl.   HYDE: He’s not here.   JACKIE: Oh, don’t you give me that! I know that idiot still thinks the upstairs hall closet is a good hiding place!   ERIC: (nods) Every game of hide-and-seek, ages 5 to 12. And he managed to get stuck under the bottom shelf every time.   JACKIE: Look, he can’t blow me off like this! He proposed, I heard him. (holds up left hand) And he is putting a ring on this finger even if I have to chase him all the way to Minnesota!   She tugs on Hyde’s arm.   JACKIE (cont’d): Steven, I need you to help me look for Michael.   HYDE: Excuse me?   Jackie nods to the El Camino.   JACKIE: He can’t go far on foot and his van can’t outrun your car. Come on, let’s go!   HYDE: Jackie, I’m not driving you all over town looking for Kelso. I don’t even wanna look in the hall closet.   JACKIE: (pouts) Fine!   She elbows past Hyde, goes around the El Camino.   Hyde shakes his head, turns to Eric. Before either of them can speak, they jump back at the revving of the El Camino’s engine. Jackie’s head sticks out from the driver’s side window.   JACKIE (cont’d): Move it or lose it!   ERIC: (to Hyde) Did she lift the keys to the El Camino off you?   Hyde pats down his pockets. His jaw drops.   HYDE: I taught her that move!   ERIC: You’ve created a monster.   HYDE: I know! And the worst part is, that was kinda hot!   Eric throws his hands up, shakes his head, and turns to go inside.   Jackie honks the horn. Hyde frowns at her, she scowls back, and he slowly makes his way around to the passenger’s side door.   CUT TO:   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM – DAY   The aftermath of Kitty’s news relay. Donna sits on her bed, arms crossed, as BOB and JOANNE loom over her. Bob is in a rage.   BOB: (to Donna) What the hell’s going on with you? You’re grounded! No arguments!   DONNA: Dad, I’m not grounded.   BOB: Okay, well, then whatever you think is best.   Joanne rolls her eyes.   JOANNE: No! Not whatever she thinks is best. (to Joanne) You are grounded!   DONNA: Hey, You're not my mother! You have no say in what I do.   She stands, storms out of the room.   BOB: (to Joanne) Well, she’s got you there.   He shrugs and leaves Joanne shaking her head.   CUT TO:   INT. HUB - DAY   Late in the afternoon. The sunlight coming in through the window is starting to turn to evening gold. “More, More, More” by Andrea True Connection plays on the jukebox.   Fez and Kelso sit at a round table near the center of the floor, Kelso’s head jerking this way and that as he scans the crowd.   FEZ: Kelso, you seem tense. I think living in a home with so many siblings does not provide you with enough privacy to relieve yourself – if you know what I mean.   KELSO: It’s not that kind of tension, Fez. Being a one-woman man is one thing, but – but I can’t get married! I’m 18 years old, and way too hot!   FEZ: So just say so. Go on, be a man!   KELSO: That’s just it. I’m not a man. Which is why I don’t wanna get married! But... well, a lot of people don’t know this about us, but Jackie’s pretty much in charge.   Fez raises his eyebrows; Kelso doesn’t notice.   KELSO (cont’d): If she says she wants to get married, then it might happen! The only way it won’t happen is if I’m not around when she does.   Something out the window catches Fez’s eye; he leans for a better look.   FEZ: Here comes Jackie, driving the El Camino.   KELSO: RUN!   He throws himself out of his chair, sending it flying back to the door. He scrambles on all fours to reach the bathroom door, and we cut to:   INT. HUB BATHROOM – DAY   Kelso hurries inside, throws open the bathroom window, backs up just enough to get a running start, and launches himself cleanly through the window.   KELSO (v.o.): (laughing) Man, that was awesome!   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - NIGHT   An emergency confab. As Kitty ices a cake at the stovetop, Bob talks with RED and Eric by the island. BOB: And then I told Donna she was grounded, and she said no!   KITTY: (looks up) She said no?   ERIC: Can you do that?   RED: No.   BOB: I need your help, Red. I gotta get Donna away from that guy!   ERIC: Oh, Dad, you know what's good? Threaten her with the old foot in the ass!   KITTY: You know, that Casey. How could such a bad influence live in such a handsome package? Bad people should have a big scar and an eye patch so you could recognize them!   BOB: The problem is, you know, there's a point where your kids realize you can’t do nothing to control them.   ERIC: There is?   RED: (to Eric) No! Now stop listening. (to Bob) Bob, I don't wanna get involved. I've got enough problems with the fourteen kids who think they live here now.   CUT TO:   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - NIGHT   Immediately following the above. The El Camino pulls into the driveway. There is a dent and a long, red streak across the passenger side.   Hyde exits out the driver’s side door, and Fez and Jackie exit out the passenger’s side. Jackie immediately crosses to Hyde.   JACKIE: Steven, you get back here! We aren’t done yet!   HYDE: Yes, we are. When you ruin the paint job and take out a fire hydrant, that’s the end of El Camino privileges for you, young lady!   Something down the driveway catches Fez’s eye.   FEZ: Someone’s coming.   They all turn to look. It’s Donna and Casey, out for a walk-and-talk.   CASEY: So the guy’s trying to tell me that his Z28 is the same car as my Trans Am except for the decals.   DONNA: How can people be so ignorant?   The patio door slides open. Bob marches out, followed by Eric, Kitty, and Red.   BOB: I see you Donna! I see you!   DONNA: Dad!   BOB: Don't you “dad” me. You're not going anywhere, not with this guy. You're grounded again!   Hyde, Jackie, and Fez huddle together. Fez brings out a box of chocolate-covered raisins.   FEZ: (to Jackie & Hyde) Candy?   JACKIE: Please.   She helps herself to a piece.   DONNA: Dad, I'm gonna do whatever I want with whoever I want whenever I wanna do it!   BOB: We have to have a talk right now, Donna!   CASEY: Mr. Pinciotti, sir, let me just say you're making a lot of sense here, and I think that when I bring Donna home tonight, you two ought to sit down and really hammer this thing out.   Everyone’s on bated breath as they look to Bob.   BOB: (beat) Okay, that sounds fair.   Everyone but Donna groans together.   ERIC: What? You're just gonna let her go off with him?   BOB: What else can I do?   RED: Oh, good God, that's it! Everybody in the living room. (no one moves) NOW!   That does it. Everyone moves to enter the house. Red holds up a hand to block Jackie, Fez, and Hyde.   RED: Not you.   He enters the house. Bob, having been behind Fez, stays out with the kids. He takes a raisin that Fez offers.   Red sticks his head out the patio door.   RED: Bob, get in here!   He heads back inside, Bob in tow.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – NIGHT   Tough love time. Eric stands by the front door with Bob. Donna and Casey are on the couch, the reluctant center of attention. Red stands behind his chair, leaning on it as he yells.   RED: Donna, what has gotten into you? Skipping school, showing no respect for your father -   BOB: That's right!   RED: Shut up, Bob.   Kitty hurries in from the kitchen with a big snack bowl.   KITTY: Okay, here's snacks!   She sets the bowl down on the coffee table.   KITTY (cont’d): So, anybody need a drink?   CASEY: I'll take a rum and coke for the road.   ERIC: Hey, hey, buddy? A little tip? I think booze is what got you in trouble in the first place!   RED: (to Casey) How could you take this girl out drinking in the middle of the day!   CASEY: You know how it is. All the older girls were at work.   He chuckles at his own joke and jostles Donna with his shoulder. She doesn’t look amused.   ERIC: Can I say - this guy is not boyfriend material.   BOB: I agree. You're not going out with him anymore. You two are done!   DONNA/CASEY: No!/Alright.   They look to each other.   DONNA: What?   CASEY: You gotta admit, this has been a real hassle. I mean, it was fun, and you're a great girl, but let's just call it a day.   ERIC: Wait... you're breaking up with her?   DONNA: Casey, I thought you said you...   She looks around the room. She leans in close to Casey and drops her voice.   DONNA (cont’d): You know... you said you loved me.   CASEY: I have this thing where I say stuff I don't really mean.   DONNA: Casey...   CASEY: Look, Donna, I see what you're getting at, and I'm not that type of guy.   He pats her knee.   CASEY (cont’d): Mrs. Forman, let's say we rain-check that rum and coke.   He stands, pats Eric on the shoulder, and walks out the front door.   Eric looks to Donna.   ERIC: Donna, I'm... I’m really sorry.   DONNA: You're not sorry. You got exactly what you wanted.   She stands, moves to the kitchen door. She throws it open, knocking into an eavesdropping Hyde, Jackie, and Fez. They fall back toward the fridge as Donna runs from the house.   FADE TO BLACK   COMMERCIAL   BUMPER   INT. FORMAN BASEMENT – NIGHT   Eric is alone, brooding on the couch. He stands when he hears the door open. Kitty enters, with Donna.   KITTY: Eric, there's someone here to see you.   ERIC: (to Donna) Hi.   DONNA: Hi.   KITTY: Okay, can I get anyone a snack?   ERIC: Mom.   KITTY: Right, right. Have to stop doing that. (laughs)   She makes a quick exit. Eric and Donna look to each other.   ERIC: (beat) So, um... how are you?   Donna crosses to him.   DONNA: Humiliated. I'm such an idiot. I got dumped in front of the whole world. I don't... I don't even know what I said to your mom at the Hub and I hate that she saw me like that. What is wrong with me?   ERIC: Hey, nothing. Look, your mom left. Come on – you’re allowed to freak out.   DONNA: Everybody warned me about Casey and I fell for him anyway. He's such a jackass!   ERIC: I really, really wanted you to figure that out. Just not like this.   DONNA: Eric, I'm just... (sniffs) I'm so sorry.   ERIC: Hey.   He pulls her into an embrace. Donna nestles her head into the crook of his neck as she breaks into tears.   DONNA: I was so stupid!   As they pull apart, Donna brings Eric into a deep kiss. He just starts to give in when she pulls back and gives him a desperate look.   DONNA: Eric, we should be together.   ERIC: Wait, what?   DONNA: Let's just, like, forget all this other stuff happened.   She embraces him again.   ERIC: Wait...wait.   Eric pulls away.   ERIC (cont’d): Donna... I mean, if you come running back to me now, I... Donna, I can't be your second choice.   DONNA: But you're not! Eric...   He bows his head. Even as her tears come again, he won’t look up.   Donna turns, runs to the door. As she opens it, Kitty spills into the basement. She quickly stands and feigns confusion.   KITTY: Oh! Where am I?   She zips back out the door, and Donna follows.   BUMPER   EXT. FORMAN DRIVEWAY - NIGHT   Hyde and Fez inspect the damage to the El Camino. Fez’s candy box is balanced on the rim of the flatbed. Jackie paces up and down the driveway, her eyes fixed on the road. Behind his shades, Hyde rolls his eyes.   HYDE: Jackie, just go home.   JACKIE: No! I know Michael has to be here some time. This is the only place he can get popsicles without one of his brothers trying to push the stick up his nose.   FEZ: (nodding) It’s true. And believe me, that is unpleasant.   Hyde sighs, crosses to Jackie.   HYDE: Jackie, this is nuts. Shotgun weddings are for rednecks who knock up trailer trash and then get caught by her dad. Look, man, whatever you thought you heard, Kelso doesn’t want to get married. He’s not around because he doesn’t want to see you.   JACKIE: Yes, he does, Steven! He told me that -   HYDE: That he wanted to get married? Kelso? Michael “I didn’t know that firecracker would blow up the toilet” Kelso?   Jackie’s eyes begin to water. She searches for words and can’t find any. Finally, she shakes her head.   JACKIE: No. No, he didn’t. I got carried away, and I tried to control him, like I always do. (begins crying) But he wouldn’t even talk to me about it?   She rushes to Hyde and throws her arms around his neck. Hyde throws his own hands up in the air.   HYDE: Every time.   FEZ:  (to Jackie) Hey, he got the last two break-ups! Give someone else a chance!   Hyde gives Fez a warning look.   FEZ (cont’d): I know, I know. “Go home, Fez.”   He begins slinking away, makes it halfway down the drive, then doubles back for his box of candy. He shoots Hyde one last dirty look before taking off.   Hyde holds Jackie loosely by the arms and gently pushes her back.   HYDE: Jackie... come on, man.   JACKIE: (through tears) What kind of relationship is this when he tells me he wants to be together forever, then runs away as soon as I want a commitment? And after everything I put up with because he couldn’t get over that one kiss, when I never made him go through anything like that when he cheated on me. Well, enough is enough. I’m over him for good.   She wipes furiously at her tears. Hyde shifts on his feet; he’s skeptical.   HYDE: What did you want that kind of commitment for, anyway? You’re in high school.   JACKIE: You wouldn’t understand. Steven, you’ve only ever had meaningless flings. I’m not like that, okay? I want love. True love. And Michael and I have been together so long, that I just thought -   HYDE: Jackie, you’ve never been with anyone else. Even after the last time you two broke up, you didn’t see anybody, not really. Now, come on, man. You’re young and free now. Play the field. I told you before, you can find someone better than Kelso.   JACKIE: But Steven, I’ve never felt anything for anybody else.   HYDE: Anybody?   Jackie looks up from wiping her eyes. She sees Hyde standing right in front of her. We cut to:   JACKIE’S POV. She looks at Hyde’s chest, showing through the open buttons of his shirt...   At his mouth as he smacks his lips...   At his shades, as one eyebrow goes up...   END POV. Jackie grabs Hyde’s head in her hands and pulls him down into a rough, deep kiss. Hyde gives in, snakes his fingers through her hair as Jackie runs her hands up and down his body.   They break apart. Hyde coughs, adjusts his shades.   HYDE: Huh. (beat) Jackie, you’re on the rebound, and this didn’t take the last time we were here. If you’re just looking to get back at Kelso -   Jackie throws down the door to the flatbed of the El Camino and points.   JACKIE: Get in.   Hyde looks from the flatbed to Jackie. She holds up his keys in her free hand.   HYDE: Hey, you keep stealing my keys, it’s gonna stop being a turn-on.   Jackie gives him a look.   HYDE (cont’d): (laughs) No it’s not.   Jackie throws herself at him. Her weight sends them crashing back into the flatbed.   CUT TO:   INT. FORMAN KITCHEN - NIGHT   Eric is in a chair from the kitchen table, turned to face the living room door. Red and Kitty stand over him, both furious.   RED: Let me get this straight: Donna wanted to get back together and you said no?   ERIC: I said no.   RED: You said no!   KITTY: (beat) Dumbass!   ERIC: Look, I have my reasons, okay?   KITTY: What could they be? What could they possibly be?   ERIC: Casey dumps her and she comes to me? Okay, I'm not a rebound!   RED: So you're too proud to take her back? And what do you have to be so proud of? You're not an athlete. The only smart thing about you is your mouth. And look at you!   KITTY: Red, Red, he looks fine! He's just so darn stupid! I'm very upset.   ERIC: Well, stop, okay? Because I already feel bad enough as it is.   KITTY: Well you should!   ERIC: Well, I do! I love her.   He stands, starts to pace.   ERIC: God, why do I always have to screw these things up, you know? Why does everything always have to be my way? That's why we broke up in the first place.   KITTY: Well, we've all known that for a year!   ERIC: Okay. Okay, I have to tell Donna how I feel.   He doesn’t move at once.   RED: Then go!   Eric nods, heads out the patio door.   Kitty leans on Red, and he puts an arm around her.   KITTY: Oh, Red!   RED: I know. We're never gonna get him out of the house.   CUT TO:   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT   The lights are off, but the door is open. Eric runs inside.   ERIC: Donna?   No one answers. Eric steps inside, looks around.   Bob and Joanne enter. Eric crosses to them.   ERIC (cont’d): Oh, hello, Mr. Pinciotti, Mrs... I'm sorry, Joanne, I don't know your last name. I have something to tell you guys. I love Donna.   JOANNE: Well, she isn't here. We don't know where she is. (beat) And it's Stupack.   ERIC: Well, if it's okay, I'll just wait.   He sits down on the bed. Bob crosses to him, pats his shoulder.   BOB: Sure. I always liked you.   ERIC: Oh, thank you, sir.   BOB: But do me a favor. Don't play with her undergarments.   He and Joanne exit as Eric settles in.   CUT TO:   EXT. HUB PARKING LOT - NIGHT   Past closing hours. Kelso’s Samba slowly pulls into the lot. Kelso sticks his head out, looking left and right. He brings the van into park, gets out, and stretches.   Donna walks by, a knapsack slung over her shoulder. Kelso crosses to her.   KELSO: Hey. Where are you going?   DONNA: Bus station. I'm going to my mom's in California.   KELSO: Oh, my God. You're running away.   DONNA: I don't know what else to do.   KELSO: No, I know how you feel. I feel trapped in this town. There isn’t any place I can go where I’m not gonna eventually run into Jackie. And when that happens –   He hums a few bars of the wedding march, then mimes hanging himself.   KELSO (cont’d): Hey... hey, you know what? I'll drive you. We'll both go to California!   He slaps Donna on the shoulder and goes back to the van.   DONNA: Kelso, are you up for this?   KELSO: Hey, if the Beverly Hillbillies can do it, so can I.   Donna chuckles and nods.   DONNA: Great, let's go.   They both climb into the van. Kelso starts ‘er up, and they take off.   CUT TO:   INT. DONNA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT   Eric lies back on the bed. He plays with the pillows, twiddles his thumbs, and checks his watch.   FADE TO BLACK   CREDITS   EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY   MUSIC NOTE: Theme from “The Beverley Hillbillies.”   On the road for California. Donna sleeps while Kelso drives. Kelso glances over, sees that Donna is asleep. He reaches a hand back for her chest. She wakes up just in time to smack him away.   DONNA: Kelso! I'm not gonna tell you again!   KELSO: I was just reaching for my soda. Damn!   DONNA: I should have taken the bus.   END.

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hej!! for the calm asks- all.

i- okay

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

both is good! i love sunsets though. plus mornings are early

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

both is good! i prefer waffle cones though!

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

i don’t actually own any scarves but they’re cool

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

my personal record is six hours

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

uhhhhh probably but i do be kinda samefooding tho 😳

6: What does your umbrella look like?

I Do Not Own An Umbrella

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

yeah i love ajr /j

no i do not i simply do not Vibe with it

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

both is good! i think i prefer drizzly rain though

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

the smiles and laughs and voices of people you love

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

trans pride flag. or just black bc i’m edgy okay

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

🎵 i’ve been feelin’ wobbly 🎵

12: Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

neutral and cosy i think. i like the spaces around me to feel comfy. plus bright colours make my eyes hurt sometimes

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

i do not but i enjoy smelling the candles at like.... walmart and cracker barrel lmao. i used to drag my parents into yankee candle when i was like seven and i had a whole collection of em but idk what happened they probably got thrown out or hopefully donated or something

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

yes and the best horse i ever rode was named rusty. he was a good boy

15: Do you have glasses?

yes and amazingly i haven’t broken them yet. they’re soooo flexible

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

i just wanna be better at spanish and swedish lmao. i also wanna learn japanese and maybe finnish?

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

spring, march

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

yes my diamond socks that my dad gave me. they’re so comfy

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie

fuck disney. all my homies hate disney. howl’s moving castle tho

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

fuck disney. all my homies hate disney.

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

i haven’t gone to see a movie in a theatre in like 2 years please

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

i already answered this but i’ll give a different answer. the game oxenfree is so fucking good please play it

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

yes.

24: All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

dusty miller used to be my fav but now it’s like,,, cacti or succulents of any kind are my shit

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

i really love soft, sketchy, doodly art

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

melt

27: Do you like nicknames?

yes but also,,,, i will just hoard names

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

i don’t watch anything please i’m begging you

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

memes for the meme god

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

i went as phineas one year. that was fun. and i wanna get into cosplay but i’m too broke and scared i’m too old to actually start doing it

31: Are you a fashionable person?

when i’m manic

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

fuck holidays, all my homies hate holidays. groundhog day good tho

33: Cookies or brownies?

both is good, cookies best tho

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

if you don’t you’re a cop

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

no unless they’re kricketots in pokémon go

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

hell yeah that’s aesthetic

37: How often do you doodle?

all the time if i’m in class, but since i dropped out, not often enough lmao

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

when i was in the hospital LMAO we love getting trauma flashbacks

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

my trans flag which i STILL haven’t hung up. or the giant fucking butterfly painting on my wall

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

clip them

41: Any birthmarks?

probably, not that i like. can name though

42: Thoughts on freckles?

hell yeah

43: First video game you ever played?

mlb power pros. actually it was like, super mario or something but power pros was the first one i ever owned

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

i don’t know shit about birds @literally-an-envelope this is your job

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

no but i use emoji a lot

46: Thoughts on spring?

as mentioned before it is my favourite season. and it’s also the one where baseball starts so hell fucking yes

47: Ideal temperature outside?

sixty-two degrees fahrenheit (or like, 12-22 celsius for the educated folks)

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

partly cloudy gang

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

not often enough

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

not when i’m trying to walk or smoke lmfao

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A new episode is out! it’s very short but we talk about Rex’s release, my suffering bc my desk is wobbly, and a timeline for seasons 1-5.

All my videos have subtitles, but here’s transcription under the cut for the low bandwidth squad.

HEWWO

Hello everyone, welcome to Royal Magic Academy Radio, a podcast about Wizardess Heart. I’m your host, Mari. We don’t have too much to talk about, so we’re gonna be goofing around and stuff. But anyway, let’s get on with the show!

GAMING NEWS

God, I'm gonna sound like a fuckin' beauty blogger, but literally like, I'm sorry, I don't know if my mic's gonna pick it up, but... literally one of my neighbors is like... sawing right now? Um... Ugh. You would think living out in the country I wouldn't have to deal with this sort of thing, and yet here we are. Okay, so anyway, game news. We finally got Rex’s route, which released on Friday. *Beat* Yeah, that's it. *Laughs and there's rattling noises going on in the background*... ugh. I'm in a new recording space right now, so I'm like... Usually I move a lot while recording, and like, I'm just leaning on my desk and everything's like, making noise. Ugh. Okay, anyway. We haven’t gotten any new events besides Rex’s route. As I’m writing this script Tuesday morning, I’m just starting chapter 9 and I’m enjoying the ride for the most part. I dunno, it’s kinda complicated but I’ll talk about it whenever Rex is Darling of the Month, which he probs won’t be for a while since Amelia has June and I already have people planned for July and August.

ANIME EXPO

Solmare also gave another update on Anime Expo. They talked about having their booth full of promo materials for their new game, Obey Me!. It honestly sounds super interesting, but from how they’re talking and the booth concept art they released, it looks like the whole thing is gonna be geared for the new game. Which. I don’t know, I’m kinda mixed about. I’m looking forward to Obey Me!, but I hope they have more stuff for the older games and they’re just not saying it. If I recall, they didn’t really say they were gonna have those face cut-out things with the CGs, but that was a part of their booth. I’d say I’d hope those come back, but I’m like the least photogenic person ever so. Yeah idk. Not gonna lie, all this new stuff going on with Shall We Date makes me think I should just make a SWD blog or podcast or something. Probably just  a podcast, since I don’t care about the other games enough to keep a real-time news blog about them, but there’s definitely interesting things going on.

ROUTE REVIEW

Today we’ll be talking about the New Friends of Amelia spin-off since Amelia doesn’t have a route for me to review. Yet. Please Solmare let me date Amelia BLEASE.

Let me set the scene for you: it’s late June. I’ve been pulling several all nighters trying to get ready for Anime Expo. I’m ready to die because I’ve had to handsew almost all of my Sol Maiden!Liz cosplay and I just finished major fixes to my Persona 5 cosplay. My mom and I are leaving my grandparent’s house and heading back down to our house. I’m in our car, sitting in the backseat, planning to sleep on the drive so I can pull another all-nighter. I’m exhausted, but I always check the game at 6, so I decide to do it. And I’m surprised at getting a new spin-off. I’m also irritated because I’m in my car and I can’t exactly report on it. So I’m looking through, loving the new character designs, loving the aesthetic, loving the avatar items.

And honestly? It’s still one of my favorite spin-offs. I adore Scarlett and Augustus, I’m always down for Amelia getting more content, and of course, I love that it’s the beginning of Amelia’s love story. Both sides of the spin-off are great and honestly, those avatar items are still some of my favorites and ones I have my avatar wear often because they’re so pretty.

I honestly really regret not screen recording it, because I would love to reread it. Since I was in the car, I’m impatient, and I never have space on my phone, I didn’t screen record it and now I think the only people who I know have it are Ceragon Dubs. But yeah. It’s a favorite spin-off of mine and it’s just all around fantastic.

THEORY

So today’s theory is going to be a possible timeline for seasons 1-5. I’m not touching season 6 and on because. Hell no. But anyway, I’ve done some digging and thanks to in-game details, I have a solid timeline. Day 1 of the pre-Night Class seasons starts on February 18 and day 12 is February 29.

From several routes, we know by the time the MC starts classes, school’s already been going on for a while. Then in Luca’s route, one of the journal entries talks about the school uniform and ends it with saying, "The summer uniform is also incredibly cute, but I'll introduce that some other time!" That implies the uniform we always see on sprites is the winter uniform.

Now, schools with separate winter and summer uniforms usually switch to the summer one starting June 1st and wear them until September 30th, so we know this isn’t when any of the stories happen. So the time frame is October 1st to May 31st, when students wear winter uniforms.

And then Sigurd’s route tells us it’s a leap year and in a couple of days’ time, Sol Felia will happen. This is said to happen only on Leap Days, which is February 29th. So working back from that day, which in Sigurd’s route happens on Day 12,  that makes day 1 February 18th and the day of the happy ending March 1st.

BYE BYE!

So there we go! Not a lot of stuff happened this week, but that’s to be expected. So thanks for coming along with me on today’s episode. Next time, I’ll be reviewing another Amelia spin-off and I don’t know what else I’ll be talking about. If you have anything you’d like me to talk about, let me know either in the comments or on my tumblr. Social media info is in the description box, and that’ll do it for me this week! This is Mari, signing off.

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Do all of them from angel to wobbly :D :D

Omg here we go

angel; do you have a nickname?

Already answered 🖤

awe; how old are you?

A couple centuries

baby; favorite color?

Black and white. dark red. silver. rose pink.

bloop; spirit animal?

Snake or maybe chameleon

blossom; favorite book/movie/song?

I’m not sure about book or song but my favorite movie is The Shining.

blush; what was your stuffed animal as a child?

A kitty named Sam and one named George

breeze; most precious childhood memory?

Oh god I don’t have many of those lol

bright; mermaids or fairies?

Not too into either of them really

bubbles; do you have a best friend?

I think so

buttercup; showers or baths?

Showers but baths are nice too when I want to relax

butterfly; dream destination?

England, always has been.

buttons; are you religious or spiritual?

I consider myself very spiritual.

calm; favorite scent?

Midnight.

candlelight; what did you dream about last night?

I’m not sure something weird and unsettling probably ):

charming; have you ever been in love?

Yeah :/

cozy; eye/hair color?

Grayish blue eyes. My natural is hair light brown but my coloured hair is black n white

cuddly; what’s your favorite time period?

The 1980’s. But I have a love for different eras like the late 60’s and the 70’s too.

cupcake; favorite flower/plant?

I don’t know if I can choose just one, I love flowers and plants they make me so happy.

cute; what did you get on your last birthday?

High & depressed on the floor lol

cutie pie; most precious item you own?

Maybe like my Saint Laurent sunglasses my good friend bought me in NY or lipstick Marilyn Manson gave me

cutsie; what makes you happy?

Plants, psychedelics, the people in my life, concerts, dressing up, clarity, beauty of all things, music, seeing goths in public lol

daisies; describe a moment when you felt free.

Every time I take psychedelics I am pure and free.

daydream; how do you want to be remembered?

As someone eccentric and loving.. beautiful and accomplished and dark... understanding and passionate and interesting...

daylight; favorite album of all time?

Fuck umm... I literally can’t answer this, i have favorite albums but it just depends on what mood I’m in.

dear; zodiac sign?

Virgo sun, Taurus moon, Aqua ascending.

delightful; concerts or museums?

I love both.

dimples; have you ever written a letter?

I believe so.

dobby; dream job?

House wife. Rockstar or artist. Lol

doll; how do you like to dress?

It depends. Goth shit like trad or newer in varying forms, vampire, 1800’s ghost, snake woman, or angel babydoll. I take on different forms.

dovey; any paranormal/magical experiences?

Both. And I believe in them heavily.

dreams; do you want or have any tattoos?

I have two, a double headed snake and a cross. And I do want more, most if not all religiously themed.

drizzle; do you believe in aliens?

Already answered 🖤

euphoric; talk about someone you love.

Already answered 🖤

fairy; do you have a pet?

Not mine but a cat and a dog live here.

fluffy; ocean or mountain?

Already answered 🖤

forever; where do you feel time stop?

I don’t really feel time at all..

froglet; are you a good plant owner?

I used to be 😭😭

garden; how many languages do you know?

Only one ):

gem; who are your favorite tumblrs?

I don’t know anymore lol

giggles; what is your aesthetic of choice?

Dark and sexy and kinda fucked up I guess.

glittery; do you like anons? why/why not?

Yes cause I get bored loll

glow; list the top 5 things you like about yourself

Everything I see could be better.

heart; silk or lace?

Already answered 🖤

honey; coffee or tea? how do you take it?

Love both but drink tea more. I like both with sugar.

hugsy; do you enjoy people watching or bird watching more? why?

Hmmm... I’m not sure I guess I don’t do much of either.

hunnybunch; what sounds help you sleep?

My fluffy blanket 👼🏻

jewel; what’s your favorite kind of weather?

Not too hot, not too cold, light breeze, autumn kind of weather.

jiggly; what do you usually like to do on weekends?

Go out with my friends!

joy; do you laugh loudly or giggle more?

I do both.

kinky; do you blush easily?

I’m not suree.

kisses; what romantic cliché do you wish for most?

Ugh god.. just all of it...

kitty; what’s your favorite time of the day?

Afternoon when it’s more relaxed

ladybug; what’s your favorite artist to listen to when you’re sad?

Fuck um.. again it depends on what type of sad I am...

love; what is your favorite season and why?

Autumn 😍 chilled weather and crunchy leaves and I can wear most of my wardrobe and actually be okay outside

lovey; what is your favorite flavor of macaron and ice cream?

I’m not sure but I like dulce de leche and peanut butter and cookie dough and cheese cake flavors and moree

magic; what are five flaws you have?

Oh god I have more than that

moonlight; do you prefer soft pastels, warm neutrals, or cool darks?

Cool darks

munchkin; what do you look for in your significant other?

Passionate, romantic, understanding, patient, creative, dark, thrives on touch, sex fiend, kinda into some fucked up shit, likes to dress up with me, dominant, makes me laugh, intellectual.

paddywack; how would you describe a perfect date?

Getting picked up with a flower and a hand kiss, we both stuntin LOOKS, maybe go out some place cute to eat, maybe walk along the river and talk for hours.

pebbles; how do you spend free time by yourself?

Self care, cooking, listening to music, cleaning.

precious; what is something valuable that you learned in your life?

Almost everything happens for a reason even when it feels like tragedy at first.

pretty; do you like to cook or bake more?

Cook but I could bake too. ((:

prince; how would you describe your handwriting?

strung together

princess; do you play any instruments? if not, are there any you wish you could play?

Already answered 🖤

prinky; how do you relieve stress?

Inotoxication or getting off really.

pumpkin; what is your favourite kind of fruit/vegetable?

Strawberries or watermelon for fruit and my fav vegetable is probably broccoli.

rainbow; what was the last line of the last book you read?

The grace of the lord Jesus be with all. Amen.

roses; what is the most significant event in your life so far?

Omg I’m not sure

smile; what is one thing that has greatly affected you?

Perception

shine; art or music?

Always both.

shimmer; do animals tend to like you?

They do! Which is weird because they kinda annoy me lmao

smitten; do you collect anything?

I collect CDs, vinyls, art, and all things I can wear.

smoochies; how many pillows do you sleep with?

Five lol

snuggle; what is your favourite candy?

Lollipops!

snuggly; do you have a camera? if so, what kind?

No just on my phone ): I’d like to get a Polaroid camera tho

sparkle; do you wear jewelry?

Always!

spooky; sunrise or sunset?

Both are beautiful.

sprinkles; do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones?

Rather listen to it with no headphones

starlight; what was your favourite show as a child?

Courage the cowardly dog or spongebob lol

soft; describe your favourite spot in your house.

MY BED 😂

soothe; digital or vinyl?

Vinyl babyyy

squeezed; who do you miss right now?

My angel

sugary; what traits do you value most in friends?

Funny, understanding, spontaneous friends

sunshine; do you prefer for things to be practical or aesthetically pleasing?

They can be both tho right

sweet; do you find it easy to open up?

Ehhh

sweetie; do you like kids? if so, do you ever want to have any?

Not really and noo

thimble; is there somebody you look up to? who are they?

I look up to Marilyn Manson lol

toot; what is something you find unique about yourself?

My outlook

tootsie; what kind of friend are you?

A good one I hope

treasure; what was something that made you smile today?

Ghostlyy

velvet; are you an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl ):

whiffle; if you could have a magical power, what would it be?

To shapeshift or bend people’s will

whimsical; do you prefer doing stuff at home or going out?

Either really but probably staying at home, it depends on my mood

whiskers; do you usually wear makeup?

Hell ya

wiggly; are you a messy or tidy person?

Ugh.. I’m both if that makes any sense.

wispy; do you like the place where you grew up? do you think you will live there when you get older?

It’s okay but hopefully not lol

wobbly; have you ever wished upon a star?

Of course I have

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DWTS S27 Week ONE!!! Nights 1+2 review

Man, when I saw Tom I suddenly felt like it had been AGES since I watched this show, then I realised, I didn’t even watch the athlete season. My friends told me it’s not worth it so I will probably never watch it.

Idk how the two-night thing is gonna work out so this is a combined post.

Night 1

Mary Lou Retton and Sasha Farber - Cha cha okay, was that video package kinda short? Also maybe it’s cos I’m not American but I’m soooo over all the “yay USA” themed dances. Anyhows, Mary Lou is a former US gymnast who won gold in 1984, the first US woman to do so. No mention of her current embroilment in the USAgym-gate. Okay, she can definitely remember steps. She needs to work on timing and also getting those latin shapes. 6-7-6 T19 huh that’s kinda harsh?? Might have been 1-2 pts higher if she went later I think.

Milo Manheim and Witney Carson - Cha cha Sorry Milo, but Zombies aiiiin’t that great. In case anyone doesn’t know, Zombies is a cheesy af DCOM musical. I really like his energy though. “Tell me about yourself.” “I’m still in school.” I love that. It’s quite refreshing cos we don’t get young male contestants as often as the girls. Whoa, he has those hips! I don’t think his limbs were as messy as the judges made it sound. His legs looked a little awkward during the cha-cha walks. That aside, this dance was so fun to watch! 7-6-7 T20 “That’s good, that’s good!” Witney tells him. Again, I think he could get a tad higher scores if he went later.

Evanna Lynch and Keo Motsepe - Foxtrot OMG Keo’s reaction was priceless. Evanna probably needs no introduction, but anyway, Luna Lovegood. She wanted to go to dance college, but was rejected so DWTS was the next best thing. I think the song did them in, but I found some of her movements too sharp for a foxtrot. She has nice frame and did something weird with her hand once. Definitely has potential. 7-5-6 T18 oooooh Len that was harsh. Tom, the correct term is he who shall not be named.

Speaking of, I like the new green glitter score background.

Danelle Umstead and Artem Chigvintsev - Foxtrot Danelle is a blind alpine skier but gosh she has good footwork and lots of grace. Her shoulders came up a bit and I think she had to adjust her footing going into the spin. When I saw the opening, I was like “Artem is making her walk down the steps to him??!!” At least they went down together. I think her and Artem will be a very nice, friendly, genuine partnership. 6-6-6 T18

Side note: I really didn’t need to hear “Rise Up” again.

Bobby Bones and Sharna Burgess - Jive Bobby is...a lot of things. I’ll say entertainer. His main schtick right now is his country radio show. Guy has boundless energy, I’ll give him that. Jive suits him. He had to point his feet, and the footwork was real rough. If he was judged for enthusiasm though, he’d get a perfect score. 7-6-7 T20 yeah that’s too high. I think the judges got a little high off his energy. I think he should be sitting at a 16-17.

Juan Pablo Di Pace and Cheryl Burke - Salsa Juan Pablo is an actor most recently from Fuller House and Mamma Mia. Uh huh, here’s the sexy hot couple of the season right here. It took really long to get into actual salsa though. Some of the moves looked unpolished and uncertain, but he had a sense of timing and can move. his. hips. 7-7-8 T22 haha we all knew Bruno would like it.

Ayyyy hey Rashad! Apparently he’s going into hosting, showing us the DWTS BTS web series. Go support that guy, he’s an all-round all-star.

Nikki Glaser and Gleb Savchenko - Salsa Nikki is a comedian and entertainer. She told Gleb he looks like he should be emerging from a pool, which I’m pretty sure he has done before for some modelling thing. Apparently she got injured over the weekend. Could have affected the performance. She seemed fine in rehearsal but looked really ginger and reserved while dancing. Her limbs looked awkward. Arms were kept really close to her body and her legs...I don’t know any other way to describe it except “baby giraffe”. 6-5-6 T17

Alexis Ren and Alan Bersten - Jive Alexis is an instagram influencer and model. She’s doing the show for her late mother who enjoyed it. Okay I’ll say it here, she is the one to beat technique-wise. My only complain is she could be more bouncy. Everything else was spot on IMO. I think her possible downfall would be her sketchy voting base. Lots of insta followers doesn’t necessarily mean they will vote. We’ve seen that with past social media stars. 7-7-7 T21 I think she should be equal with Juan Pablo honestly.

John Schneider and Emma Slater I’ve never heard of his Dukes of Hazard show but his name sounds familiar. He’s done so many things, I’ve probably seen him somewhere. Well he certainly has the right attitude. His dancing was...here and there. Some times I was like ‘oh, that’s not bad’ and then i’d be like ‘okay that needs improvement’. I think he’s good enough and charming enough to appeal to the DWTS demo though. 7-5-6 T18

Tinashe and Brandon Armstrong - Jive Tinashe is a singer...who I’ve never heard of. But I live under a rock. Brandon is newly promoted and awwww he’s so adorable. He gave her lots of content which she handled fairly well. She was very clean but I feel like it was toooo clean. Like you know how if you strip water of too many minerals it’ll just burn your tongue. I feel like sometimes I was watching a stick figure dance. Could have used more bounce. CAI’s comment didn’t make sense. 8-7-8 T23

Nancy McKeon and Val Chmerkovskiy - Quickstep Nancy was an actor from a show called The Facts of Life which probably pre-dates me. She has the facial expressions!!! Quickstep on week 1 is no joke but she kept up for most of it. Yup she was wobbly at times, because she was lacking the contact in hold with Val, but that seems to be a Thing TM with all his partners so it’s more Val’s fault. For a while I was like “omg is Val choreographing a solid routine with moves in hold??” and then they broke hold. I’m surprised Len didn’t call that out. Nancy was reall animated in that section though. 6-6-6 T18

Joe Amabile/”Grocery Store Joe” and Jenna Johnson - Quickstep Joe is from the Bachelor franchise and got his nickname because he owns a grocery store. He wants to become Dancing Joe now. He’s kinda cute, sorta charming in a slightly-awkward-little-self-depreciative way. Very likeable guy. I think with his personality and the bachelor backing, he’ll stick around for a while. Yeah that definitely wasn’t the best dance. He was flat footed, made mistakes, getting QS definitely didn’t help either. Can see he is trying to stay positive. 5-4-5 T14

Demarcus Ware and Lindsey Arnold Soon to be NFL hall of fame inductee. Has won the Super Bowl. You know, I hate American football as a sport, but these NFL guys always come in and work hard and it pays off. Demarcus can move and seems to have hella groove, with personality to boot. He’ll have to clean up some lines, but I can see him growing a lot on this show. Such a delight! 8-7-8 T23

Night 2

Ohhhhhh I love that opening number!! I can see why it’s not a premiere opener but wowwwww.

Okay so apparently the bottom half after judges score and votes from night 1 will have to dance again. Everyone else would have rehearsed a second dance for nothing...I guess. I feel like maybe they should have let everyone dance their second dance, but only score those in jeopardy.

Rashad out there with a message for Demarcus. I was kinda waiting for that the first night.

Safe - Demarcus, Tinashe, and...JOE!!!!!! That was the chillest reaction to a (not so) surprise safe.

Jeopardy - Nancy

DWTS Jr pros dance and make me feel old. Jake Monreal!!! And okay, JT Church has some ballroom moves. There’s one brunette guy (not Sage) who has nice hair. And the blond boy looks a little familiar but I can’t put my finger on it.

Safe - Juan Pablo, Bobby

Jeopardy - Nikki, John, Alexis

Alexis and Bobby’s placements are telling about the voters.

Okay. I watched the two episodes back to back. People I forgot about by the time I started night 2: Mary Lou, John, Danelle, Nancy. Also I knew Tinashe, Evanna and Juan Pablo were there but I kinda forgot how their dances looked.

Lmao Milo and Tom. “Why are you so scared about what I’m gonna ask you?”

Amy Purdy with a message for Danelle. She looks so different than I remember.

Safe - Milo, Evanna

Jeopardy - Danelle, Mary Lou

Okay so summary Top 7: Demarcus, Milo, Juan Pablo, Bobby, Evanna, Tinashe, Joe Bottom 6: Alexis, Danelle, John, Nikki, Nancy, Mary Lou

So they are bringing back the Judge’s choice encore from when they had result shows. This week: Demarcus.

They introduced the Junior stars. I’m having a hard time remembering who is who but: - JT’s “OH MY GOSH” when his pro-skateboarding partner did a trick - Mackenzie Ziegler is not a “pop star” she’s as good as a pro dancer. WHO’S BRIGHT IDEA WAS IT TO MAKE HER A CONTESTANT???!?!?

Can they intro the Jr pros too? All the cast of Juniors including the adult pros do a dance number and all I get from it is that red latin shoes are not in style.

Okay so we don’t have time for 6 dances or something so John is safe and won’t have to dance for his life any more.

Couples will dance the same style as night 1, but the choreo and song will be different.

Mary Lou and Sasha - cha cha okay I dunno what their rehearsal strategy was, but this dance felt very basic and less rehearsed than their first. She was more precise and controlled, but seemed to have less energy in it. 7-7-7 T21

Danelle and Artem - foxtrot the rehearsal vids seem to imply the couples were only given Monday night to come up with their second numbers. If so it must have disadvantaged Danelle. She was more timid and reserved. 6-6-6 T18

Nikki and Gleb - salsa She looked more confident this time. Legs less giraffe-y. Her arms were still awkward. 6-6-6 T18

Alexis and Alan - jive Ooooohhh this was good. Her technique was good again, but I think the mood of this dance suited her far better. I think she had a lot more energy and personality in this performance. 7-8-8 T23 Len says it is the best dance of the night and I agree as does Bruno.

Nancy and Val - quickstep Oh dang, the shorter dress exposed Nancy’s shortcomings. Her lines were wonky and she still looked a little unstable sometimes in hold, which was easier to see in this costume. It also made her look like Tweety Bird tumbled dry, They stayed in hold this time though. 7-7-7 T21 that seems generous.

Okay so Mackenzie Ziegler sings. She has a decent voice. Gotta set herself apart from her sister I guess.

Online voting for night 2 was open for...10 minutes? And I wager only US east coasters could vote.

Results time! (finally.)

Safe - Danelle, Alexis (yay!), Mary Lou

Nikki vs Nancy...Eliminated: Nikki. no surprise.

My favourites are Milo and Alexis. Also rooting for Danelle on a slightly lower tier. Surprisingly, Evanna isn’t really on the forefront of my mind.

Also, whether or not the couple danced on the second night might affect their memorability. Like, Bobby make an impact night 1, but after night 2 I kinda forgot about him. The only person who didn’t perform night 2 who I remember is Milo. Everyone else I was like “oh wait, who’s here again?”

[kingtodoroki]

discord x bnha watch party

Season 2 - Episode 5: Cavalry Battle Finale

(about the bad quality) “I love this episode of Sailor Moon!!!!”

(Midoriya stretching in the intro) “A big strotch”

*INCOHERENT SCREAMING*

(video starts to lag) “THE QUALITY IS TOO STRONG!!!!”

“TIME FOR TODOROKI CONTENT”

(Shouji appears) “Ah yes… my favorite hentai”

“PIKACHU IS MY FAVORITE BNHA CHARACTER”

“How does Kaminari exert so much electricity? Like, he should be dead” “Maybe he is… on the inside”

“Sonic coming in hot”

(about Tokoyami) “He’s so slender look at that bod”

“He has teeth inside of his beak it kinda fucks me up”

(Monoma appears) “MY TRASH BOY”

“SHINEEEEEE!!!!!”

“His arms are like thin… then thicc… slim thicc”

“NIKE BROWS NIKE BROWS”

(Midoriya trying to get the headband from Todoroki) ”THE SCENE THE SCENE THE SCENE THE SCENE”

“I’M SWEATING PROFUSELY”

(Bakugou hitting Kirishima) “STOP HITTING HIM HE’S TRYING HIS BEST”

“GIVE HIM EYE DROPS HELLO?????”

“Man, I love Sharkboy and Lavagirl”

“NOODLE ARM”

“HOW COULD YOU NOT GRAB ALL OF EM???? HE’S GOT BIG HANDS”

“SHANK THESE BOYS”

“I CAN’T WITH BAKUGOU JUST BLASTING THROUGH THE AIR WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?????”

“HERE COMES OUR EMO BOY”

“What music video of MCR is this?”

“THE SKIN IS SO SMOOTH THEY DON’T EVEN HAVE NIPPLES”

“IT’S EREN JAEGER”

“THE GAY MOMENT IS HERE”

“Do you think Endeavor ever burns off his eyebrows?”

Season 2 - Episode 6: The Boy Born With Everything

“IT’S TokoYAMMY”

(TodoDeku scene) “This is my favorite shoujo oh my God” “Top 10 confession moments”

“MY SHIRT IS SOAKED IN MY OWN SWEAT”

“Todoroki’s REAL quirk… oversharing”

“HE’S SO PRETTY UGHHHHHH”

“Open up the tea shop, I am ready to buy”

“GET SOME EYE DROPS”

“LOOK AT KOUDA’S FACE” “ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACES”

“His hand covers his entire face… yaoi hands”

(TodoBakuDeku) “IT’S THE HOLY TRINITY”

“Deku doesn’t actually have freckles they’re just a bunch of gay moles”

“TODODEKU GETS THE GAY WIND BREEZE HELLO???”

“This looks like a scene from Free!” “SWIM WITH ME RIN I’LL SHOW YOU A SIGHT YOU’VE NEVER SEEN”

“A FORECAST OF GAY WIND FROM THE WEST AND SCATTERED CONFESSIONS”

“I WANNA BE A REAL BOY”

(Kirishima on screen, smiling) “I need my sunglasses hello”

“The vein on my head is POUNDING”

(Ojirou on screen) *singing George of the Jungle theme song*

*singing ‘I Am a Girl Like You’ from the Barbie movie when Tetsutetsu and Kirishima fight*

“My heart is beating so fast”

(@ Shinsou) “Snap me in fucking half”

(imitating Bakugou) “URARAKA?”

*WHEEZING*

“The way he said that made me feel things”

*Kacchako shippers crying*

“WHO’S GONNA HAVE A CAT?” “Between their legs…”

“THIS IS A JOB FOR HANDS... A HAND JOB”

“CHUG CHUG CHUG”

“Everyone’s going through their emo phase”

“EVERYBODY SAY HEY”

“He looks like a puppet for ventriloquists”

Season 2 Episode 7: Victory or Defeat

(Midoriya answers to Shinsou) “YOU STUPID MOTHER FUCKER”

“Oh my God, punch me Kacchan”

“Cleavage of the Gods”

“He’s my favorite Sonic character”

“He looks like one of those troll things”

“GOD DAMMIT YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT”

(Aizawa on screen) “Oh it’s Shinsou’s dad”

“HE LOOKS LIKE SQUIDWARD”

“I love Squidward. My favorite dad”

“I’m about to walk out of the ring and lose guess it’s time for a flashback”

“USELESS BROCCOLI”

“This is my favorite episode of Mob Psycho 100”

“He should’ve just duct-taped his mouth” “That’s kinky”

“He should’ve insulted All Might to make him speak just insult his dad”

“KACCHAN IS SHOOK”

“GIMME THAT GOOD BACKSTORY BOI”

(@ Shinsou) “ITS OK YOU’RE GONNA GET A DAD”

“I can’t believe Squidward is a pro hero… does he play clarinet?”

“GENERAL STUDIES BUDDIES”

“I LOVE DAFT PUNK”

“DON’T GIVE UP YOU’RE GONNA GET A DAD”

“HE’S SO SAD SOMEONE HUG HIM” “Well his dad isnt gonna” “SHUT UP”

(about Endeavor) “Always remember to pick up your trash”

“RIP in fucking pieces, Sero”

“Being extra is gay culture”

(about the lag) “This Microsoft slideshow though”

“Don’t mind!”

Season 2 Episode 8: Battle on, Challengers!

“I want a church girl that goes to church and READS HER BIBLEEEE”

“Denki just wants to get laid”

“Tiddies”

“Her hair’s gonna squirt out ink”

“DON’T MAKE ME INK”

*singing The Wobble*

“KAWAIIII BABIESSSS”

(Mineta on screen) “THERE’S A BIG STAIN”

(fight between Mina and Aoyama) “THIS IS MY FAVORITE EPISODE OF YURI!!! ON ICE”

(about Aoyama) “He’s literally Chris from Yuri!!! On ICE”

“AHHH Mt. Lady!!!” “Mount me, bitch”

(about Momo) “MY WIFE IS BEING ABUSED HELLO????”

(@ Aizawa) “DAD STOP YOUR KIDS FROM FIGHTING”

“SOMEONE HUG HER” “Yo, her ponytail could choke me”

(Kirishima vs. Tetsutetsu) “I’M JUST LIKE YOU” “YOU’RE JUST LIKE ME”

“DUDES BEING GUYS”

“Stretch it out boy”

*Kacchako shippers being Kacchako shippers*

“I love the Parent Trap”

*Kacchako shippers crying*

“My brows are so wet because of my sweat guys oh my God”

“Why is he making that face?!?!?!” “What are you saying that isn’t just a regular face?”

“CALM DOWN YOU ANGRY POMERANIAN”

Season 2 Episode 9: Bakugou vs. Uraraka

*crying Kacchako shippers*

“Look at All Might’s thicc thighs” “Them calves though”

“OH BOY”

“I’m gonna choke on my tea” “That’s the most British thing that’s ever come out of your mouth”

“Aw she’s trembling!” “Wouldn’t you be if you were about to fight Bakugou?” “Well, I’d be trembling but for a different reason…”

“I WANT THEM TO TOUCH” “Let me tell you about this website — it’s called Hentai Haven”

*Kacchako shippers hyperventilating*

“I HAVE A HEADACHE”

“GO GET HIM GO”

“YO KACCHAN IS READY TO GO”

“SHE’S TRYING HER BEST”

“SHE DID SO GOOD”

“OH SHE FELL” “SOMEBODY HELP HER” “GET HER LIFE ALERT”

“The Kacchako shippers are gonna mcfuckin die”

(part where Bakugou asks ‘what about her was frail?’) “AHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK”

“She’s not okay. She’s gonna cry. I’m gonna cry. I’m gonna die.”

“The twins are fighting” “I love this episode of Ouran Highschool Host Club”

“THAT’S SO MANLY”

*crying noises from multiple people*

*more crying*

(Midoriya standing up to Endeavor) *INTENSE WHEEZING*

“HE GOT THEM AIR JORDANS”

“DEFEND YOUR FUCKING BOYFRIEND”

“SHIVER ME FUCKING TIMBERS BITCH I AM NOT READY”