#aaaaaaahhhhh girl help !!!!

[seraphim-soulmate]

everything is simultaneously breaking in my shitty shitty house. excellent. i have water infiltration in my bedroom & mold in the walls, the water heater is making a terrible noise, the washing machine apparently just broke, the toilet seat got broken today and is now replaced with one where the seat doesn't hold in the upwards position so hopefully every guy in my house pees sitting down ! live laugh love get me out of heeeereeeeee

[aloevera-o]

Just another (fic) idea

"No, no, no, no. Just ignore it, it doesn't matter." She murmurs, walking quickly away from what everyone is running to. She glances back. Thick smoke rolling from the upper windows on the 5 story building. Firetruck and police car lights flashing, and headlights faced to the building. The battalion chief and incident commanders SUV's parked to the side out of the way.

"AAAAAAAHHHHH, HELP PLEASE!!" A little girl screams from an upper balcony in the front left.

"MMM" She groans, "Fine." The smoke is rolling thick out of the door, the ladder would never get to her.

'Move, come'on' Nothing changes the girl continues to yell.

'Fire, stop' The smoke continues rolling.

"Really, we are doing this the hard way," She retorts, "FINE"

'Fly' She grunted as a magnificent pearly white set of wings sprout from her back. As pretty and functional as they might be, they are heavy and big. They span almost 20 feet wide. With a great amount of effort she lifts off into the air. Putting heavy intent into each flap of the wings she lifts off the 50 feet to the balcony of the girl. She lands on the opposing side of the railing. The girls eyes fall on her, they go wide.

"Angel," the girl whispers, standing.

"Come here, let me get you down." She urged.

The little girl practically jumped into her arms. She lifts her over the railing pulling her in tightly. Then she jumps off the railing. She glides down far away enough she could escape the ensuing mob.

That is why she went back. The kids saw her for a good person. Angel, God, or Savior. Adults saw her different, freak, monster, witch. Kids love to see and learn what they don't know, adults fear it. Why would she help people that didn't want her help. Especially when what they need help from is of their own creation.

She takes special care to make sure not to hurt the girl when landing. She lets go and runs quickly before taking off again. She just exposed herself, there were dozens of cameras around. Her face was about to get plastered everywhere. "Freak demon woman with wings." The stupid powers, wouldn't freaking work, one of the only times she needed it. Now she is going to get hunted like game.

Exhaustion washed over her, the wings used a lot of physical energy, which isn't exactly great if you haven't eaten all day. She was about a mile from her home in the rural area she lived. It took her a little longer than usual due to her trying to throw anyone watching off. She had flown a bit off course then purposely overshot by two miles. She landed a few yards from the front door. The wings retract as she heads to the door. She needed to rest for the few days to come. After a shower.

[im-still-here-for-some-reason]

BRO IM SO HAPPY FOR MY BESTIEEEEEE

HER CTUSH LIKES HER BACKK AAAAAAAHHHHH

They’re not dating tho bc he’s not ready to date for personal reasons, Ik those reasons bc I was involved and me and my bestie helped with shit but like I can’t say anything more it’s real personal that’s actually one of the many reasons I’ve had sm on my mind

And they’re like the two besties that everyone ships bc they’re a girl and a boy

Anyways I’m so happy for them (he’s also my friend so I’m happy for him too)

[inactive-luv]

Spencer is changing in the bathroom to go to work, when you appear from behind of him giving him a hug and kisses, your hands begin to go down to his dick, he just looks at you in the mirror while you star to get him off and say 'I want you to remember me while you're with your students'

AAAAAAAHHHHH

...

Friendly Students: 506 words

cw: handjob, jealousy, sub spencer, domme reader

...

It started when you noticed something while helping Spencer grade his papers. A little note in a girl's handwriting at the edge of her paper. It must have been mindless, the girl not understanding the weight of the message or that Professor Spencer Reid has a girlfriend.

Still, she read, out loud, the words in a red heart, "Mrs. Dr. Spencer Reid." Spencer's head turned at the sound of your voice, noticing the paper in your hand before reaching for it.

"What? Let me see that?" He sounded genuinely confused as he spoke and looked shocked when he saw the red ink at the edge of the paper. Y/N only smiled as she looked at her boyfriend's dumbfounded expression.

"Who is she?" She asked, her voice coated in honey as Spencer looked at her almost provoked face, fear in his voice as he spoke. "Are you mad?"

"God, Spencer, I'm not mad! I know you'd never act towards her feelings." His demeanor cooled down as yours did. "Cathy's just a student of mine who just," He waved his hand before she got out of her seat.

"She just what?"

"She just has a crush on me. I think a few girls do."

She leaned back at the sound of a few girls. She knew Spencer would never cheat on her, the mere thought of it sounded impossible to her, but the fact there were multiple girls with crushes on him made her ick slightly.

He got back to grading his papers quickly, almost scared of the situation, or he really needed to get his work done. Either way, Y/N sat back down and continued to help him.

...

The following day came, and Spencer wasn't in bed when she rolled over. She was used to this as she figured he was called onto a case. But then she heard the water running in the bathroom and got up to investigate.

Spencer was brushing his teeth when she passed the doorway, and he finished when she came up behind him. "Hey, I hope I didn't wake you. I woke up early- what's going on?"

She had put her arms around his waist when he stopped talking. Then she put her head in his back, taking in his scent and pulling up one of her hands to play with his hair.

He leaned into the hug behind him, smiling in the mirror looking at her before her hands started to travel. He was still in his boxers, his head turning down as Y/N began toying with the waistband of them.

He didn't speak, just stared at her through the mirror in silence before he let out a small yelp when she squeezed the base of his cock.

"Oh!"

She smiled behind him, beginning to jerk him off as she watched the cute faces he made in front of her. He closed his eyes when she went faster, pulling his body harder as he got more excited.

"I want you to remember me while you're with your students," She whispered out in a breathy tone, her fingernails digging into his neck to turn his head up into the mirror.

He stared at her reflection as she jerked him harder, "Y/N." He moaned out as sweat began to build on his temples, "I'm close," He moaned out just before he came into her hand.

He breathed hard as she kept playing with his body after he had came, her nails digging deep into his skin and her hand contorting to the shape of his head and shaft.

"Good boy." She whispered in his ear before administering a kiss on his cheek. He breathlessly gave her a smile before she turned away back into their bedroom, leaving Spencer a whiny mess in front of their mirror.

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[mygalaxypoetry]

So! 👏, we all know Midoriya, right? Bush-haired, freckled face, mumbling machine Midoriya

Since All Might told him that a quirkless person can't be a hero, what if Midoriya believed him and actually took his advice?

What if he decided to transferred to another school that was made for quirkless people?

What if he transferred.... to Itan Private High school? A school for weirdos with no quirks?

... what if he CAN have a simple life after all?

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'Itan Private high school, a well-known university preparatory in the prefecture... wow, they really thought of everything for quirkless students' Midoriya thought as he reads the Wiki-page for the school.

-

Izuku Midoriya, age: 15.

After a dreadful year of Junior High School and giving up on being a hero because of his idol, he decided to save up some money and apply for a few jobs to enroll into Itan Private High School.

Since he lived in Musutafu, he had to move out from his mother's house and move into a small apartment which doesn't look any different from his old house.

While he was moving in, his neighbor next door neighbor, Tadano, came in and helped him move in. The two became friends that day.

-

Tadano tapped Midoriya's shoulder, which made him look up. "Are you okay Midoriya?" He asked.

"Oh! I'm fine, I was just reading the reviews for this school... they really thought of everything" he explained.

"Yeah, and to think of us average joes being accepted into a great preparatory school like this one..." Tadano said as the both of them walk into the school.

"Yeah... I thought I was too plain to get accepted here" Midoriya sweatdropped. They removed their shoes and put them in their shoe cubbies, taking out their indoor shoes.

'I can't be greedy. In any case, my goal for the time being... is to read the room and lead a peaceful high school life! That's all... That's all I want!' Both of them thought at the same time.

Both Tadano and Midoriya are very shy person, but both are on different levels of shyness.

'Thanks to my savings, I got away from the bullies in my old high school. Finally, the torture is over! Now I get to have a peaceful high school life!' Midoriya thought, tears starting to build up.

Another student came up to their shoe cubby, catching both of their attention. Another potential friend!

"Oh, if this is your shoe cubby then that means were in the same class! Good Mor-" Midoriya cut himself off as he looked at his classmate.

A beautiful girl with silky hair, beautiful purple eyes and light skin that looks like its glowing! She was very pretty.

"-ning..." Tadano finished Midoriya's sentence as both of them looked at the pretty girl.

'Don't do anything awkward, don't do anything awkward! Pretty girl! Pretty girl in front of you!! AAAAAAAHHHHH!' Midoriya internally panicked, having no experience with talking to a girl before.

(Does that mean he got no maidens-)

The girl stood there for a bit as Tadano and Midoriya stood up, both of them with their shoes on.

"Uh.." Tadano was about to say something but stopped when the girl turned to them like a rusty robot and glared(?) at them.

A menacing aura surrounded them, which made them cling to each other. 'AHHHHHHHH!!! W-whats the matter? Did-did we do something wrong?!' They thought.

"C-can we talk about this..?" Midoriya, bless his soul, was able to form a question, before the girl immediately left. Passing by them without a glance.

They both stood there for a bit and let go of each other. Trying to catch their breath after the sudden interaction. "What was that all about?" Tadano asked.

"Please... not another bully..." Midoriya paled, getting on his knees and prayed.

"M-Midoriya?!"

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Short but it's a start :D

[ronniemacswan-mills]

Girls

Girrrlllsss help

Aaaaaaahhhhh

I can't breathe. She's just so fucking gorgeous!!!!

Helpppppppp. Oh God, I love the photography. Especially the shower ones. And where she's with the green fur.

Seriously!! This woman is trying to kill us. Ohhh who am I kidding? I love all of the pictures.

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

ok bhah ch11 my longest yeah boi ever

i’m literally... so excited I can’t even read it ok ok

oh no not the wedding invitations not this

i swear to god if we have to go through this wedding. knifeemoji

listen I have a fear that we’re gonna get the break up and the car accident same as canon dear god don’t put us through that either

no fears *literally everything that could make bhah more painful* several fears dot meme

god not the jamie invite. she cant even do it. another sign from god you are choosing to ignore

straight to Jamie’s house oh

lmao the red door I just worked out that’s a hill house reference from when I was wondering in like ch3(?) lol the inner workings of my dumbass brain never stop

“can we talk?” it’s happening what is happening

Dani was so tired of lying oh my god

my heart is literally beating so fast

alone in Jamie’s room bro wtf wtf

Jamie is just so soft and understanding always always aaaahhhhh

fuck she just wants out of this wedding so bad but she can’t even tell him

AAAHHH SHE KISSED HER OH MY GOD IT’S HAPPENING

fuck fgkjhdfkjgh this is not good oh no. Dani finally finally fucking doing something for herself and Jamie so aware that this cannot be happening like this right now

and yet both of them just falling into it anyway oh my goddddd

jesus christ jesus christ “Dani had half crawled into Jamie’s lap, kissing her with a fierce and fervent heat” I am on deaths door

god they’ve both wanted this for so so so so long I can’t believeeeeee

(i am so thrilled that y’all just went there right away btw)

“Please, just - I just want to feel how I’m supposed to.” oucchhhh Dani

god her just... knowing. after one kiss w Jamie that she can finally do it and talk to him and end it and it’s so terrifying but goddd yes

“You think I can ever say no to you?” oof

“Ask,” Jamie breathed. “Ask me.” fucking fuck the power of this line oh my god Jamie is so fucking ready to jump of a bridge for her it’s- the dedication the love the longing the everything I am going insane is it too early to start drinking at 1pm

you’re not you can’t NOT THE CANON DINER SCENE

fuck this is like watching a car crash i can’t look away it’s so fucking visceral and nerve-wracking and painful

but god I’m so proud of her for finally saying what she wants

oh thank fuck y’all didn’t take him out with a passing delivery truck

“You must have known. You know me.” oh god this sentiment always kills me

“She couldn’t say it — the words ‘I’m gay’ forever out of reach — so instead she said, “I can’t.”” my whole body is on fire oh my god this is.... too fucking real

jesus christ the near miss w the truck are u trying to kill me (i actually kind of love that Dani will have to deal w her feelings w him face to face instead of having to bury it all in grief like in canon I am so excited to see how y’all handle that)

a fucking HOUR in the car dfkjghdfkjh the torture

oh honey. literally both of them suffering so much ouch

her favourite saucepan pls this is all so awful and sad but that make me laugh so much the poor confused little duck I am glad she has her comforts

god poor Dani

"Is she here to cook something?"  fgkjdhfkgjhfkjgdf

“No. I think you’re brave.” oh

“We’ll figure it out." listen listen I am undoubtedly losing my mind god this is soft

“She had spent so long being asked and not asking. Never asking. She never dared. To ask was to be known, to be made visible, words forging reality as surely as a smith’s hammer. And yet Jamie waited, letting Dani gather the courage herself.

"Can I -?" Dani said, "- stay?"” please fuck I am just so !!!!!!!! about Dani getting to know what she wants and having a fucking voice. just !!!!!!!!

“Jamie inviting her in” fucking just both of them finally getting some of that quiet courage w each other I am yelling so much

“Dani knew that it wasn't just her feeling this, that it had never just been her.” YOU’RE GODDAMN RIGHT BABEY

““But you do?” Dani asked. “Want to?”

Jamie’s answering laugh was brief and incredulous. “You have no idea.”” I AM: HOOTIN. AND: HOLLERIN

“I am here” hello? hello I am not coping I am on another plane of existence. DANI FINALLY FEELING SO PRESENT AND WHOLE IN THIS MOMENT

god they’re just holding each other i’m tearing up. Jamie is her home

Dani finally sleeping through the night ow my fucking heart

Mikey’s so chill about all of this sdkdhfdkj I love him

Jamie going out n buying her favourite jam... god the tenderness. love is stored in the strawberry jam and the hairdryer

hmmmmm her attraction to Jamie is so closely tied to a lot of really hard feelings this is gonna take a bit to work through huh???

aw Jamie going to Carson I am so happy she has her little band of gays to help her rn

I love that she can just kiss her now when she gets the urge like maybe chill out a lil just landing all these surprise kisses but like good for u girl. good for both of u

the warmth of the house hmmmmm I love that she’s found this esp because she is perpetually cold and Jamie is always warm but keeps it like that for the kid (and probably for Dani too) aaahhhh

cgjkdfhkjgh Dani is so thirsty poor Jamie trying to keep them in check. these moments are so fucking loaded holy shit

Dani Jamie and Mikey are the cuuutest lil family aw

god the tentativeness between them trying to figure this all out and the casual intimacy and just. all of it is so much and so beautiful to watch unfold

i love this little bubble inside Jamie’s house and Jamie kind of drawing the curtains around them both physically and metaphorically while she lets Dani figure things out and lets it settle between them

it’s all about the hands

oh my god Hannah instantly asking if she needs a place to stay she really is the best

soft little mornings with her Jamie like... once Dani finally defeats the ball of guilt in her chest there is so much goodness to look forward to and I am v glad she has that right now even as she is still struggling a bit. my girl needs all the sweetness in her life

also the idea of Jamie getting to wake up to sleeping Dani in her bed every morning after a lifetime of trying to repress her feelings... god

heh she’s already figuring out all the ways to push Jamie’s buttons god these two are going to have some fun w each other

this idea of learning the creaking floorboards of a new home is so... warm

Jamie leaving all the curtains drawn for her oh my heart keeping her safe keeping her safe

Nan would be so proud of ms Dani u know it’s true

awww Mikey comin home to keep her company

Mikey Dani time is always so sweet I love them

my god Dani n Jamie are so intense w each other and just so full of fucking desire... when those floodgates finally open will they even survive

oof Dani is dealing with soooo much ugh. Jamie always there with a gentle way to bring her back down to earth tho my hearrrtttt

“You’re allowed to be happy.” she is SHE IS ty Jamie Taylor voice of reason

a pinky promise to deal with everything together awwww

“why are you so good to me” “you know why” oh my goddddddd. that’s so soft that’s so gentle that’s so much love

Dani finding little bits in herself in media god i love this

Dani Mikey hours best hours

god Carson... sweet boy. And Judy sending over a whole bunch of food oof just. these quiet little reminders of their love for her. Dani’s about to go through a whole bunch more emotions huh?

fkjdfkjgfh Mikey going into protector mode when Carson is there pls i love hm

ohmy “our room” aaaaaaahhhhh

god Dani expecting him to be upset with her I am so fucking emotional. I relate far too much to Dani in canon and in this story and it’s just. painful as hell to see someone go through the things you know hurt the most holy shit

please Carson is so sweet and understanding and telling her he’s proud of her is making me cry so much I can barely see

this whole like.. uncomfortable but relief-filled kind of coming out between her and Carson is so so beautifully done I can’t stop fucking crying

“God, you two were agony to watch.”  fglkdfgkjdfhkjgh Carson a voice of the people

“You deserve to be happy.” - Carson and also me and also everyone reading this

god he is so wonderful!!!!!! this reminder that she’s not alone and everything will be ok!!!!!!! Carson I love you so much

the box being described as “the beating heart of their childhood“ god the imagery

Jamie so sweetly making room for her and welcoming her into a home I am emotional again the tears have really been unlocked now I’m gonna be a mess the whole rest of this chapter (i say as if I haven’t been already)

the really sweet way Jamie gets her to open up and trust her with the things that have been on her mind

and Dani doing the same for her god this gentle honest space between them makes my heart feel so full I am just so happy that they’ve got each other

“I want you to stay.” please (also now I’m thinking about AE putting Stay on her Jamie playlist jesus christ I am being tortured)

they get... to wake up.... in bed together. i’m so close to crying again when will this stop

i kind of love there hasn’t really been any like... just no more kissing u know but we still get this insane intimacy between them in a way that’s not them shying away from the way they want each other but so carefuly and sweetly and honestly coming towards each other

awww them always waking up all tangled is so cuuute (also Dani feeling so safe and comfy with her that her subconscious is like lets latch on she is good she is home)

lmao Dani having to mediate between these two dweebs and their playfights is so good

Jamie having her lil family surrounding her aww

(also i just noticed the rating change oh god)

sfkjfhdg Jamie looking at her hips all dark eyes and wanting we’ve all been there girl

“you can look” BOLD DANI MY BELOVED

god these two........ the grabbing her silver chain god @ google how to breathe properly??????

“Then show me.” oh my god

fkgjhdfkj so much electricity they shorted out the power

“this is just as nice” when they’re just hugging please they are so soft

i love that there’s just like... gentle soft banter between them in these quiet moments so much

“Dani, give him more homework.”  ghrfjkhjgkjgh

god the heated cheek kiss

this ‘game of chicken’ god they’re just.... really in it huh this is so fun

hmmm Dani going through the suitcases and sort of being able to bring some of herself/her past into this new place is so nice

heh this lil family and their snowfights are so cute

:( she can’t bring herself to eat Judy’s food

Jamie bringing her flowers oh soft

ugh they’re just so softly melting into being together it’s so sweeeeeeeet

“You’re lovely.” and the way Jamie just sinks into her with Dani’s fingers in her hair pleeease I am dying this is so warm

aaaahhhh they’re dancing soft soft soft

“gray eyes fluttered closed, as though the weight of Dani’s touch was too much to bear” god i am..... aaaahhhh

“a gentle calm settling within her. It had seemed that for all her life she had waited for the quiet of this” y’all this is so beautiful and lovely and wonderful and all the good things

ah that kiss. kinda feels like their first real kiss where they just get to be god I am so happy “a profound sense of finally” oh oh oh that’s such a pretty concept

god I love how much they just want each other that second kiss and them just all over each other is perfect and having to try and reel that in and being able to because they know it’s not going anywhere please it’s so so good

god Dani vs Desert Hearts I love this callback and the entirely different circumstances of her watching it again

dsjfhdkjfh oh no Dani losing her mind at Jamie touching her knee god these two have got the biggest storm coming

dfkdjhkgdjh god them like.... trying to take things slow but still letting things happen while having to be aware of Mikey is so funny but I kinda love it and how indicative it all is of them being so grown up and able to approach their relationship in such a mature way. as much as I wish they’d had their teenage love story I do like that it’s unfolding this way now.

“it struck Dani then that she couldn’t remember ever laughing while doing this.” aww

Mikey’s “oh gross” hahahaha poor kid

god this is so funny

“ferret kid” jamie why are u like this sfkjhdfkjf

oh lordt it seems we have reached the unabashedly horny phase good show ol’ chaps

god they’re still so soft tho this is so fun to read

i looove how flustered they both make each other w just their presence. it’s just so !!!!!!

lmao Dani knowing exactly what to do to drive Jamie insane is fdkgfdkjgh perfect amazing show stopping more neck kisses more teasing more barely restrained desire i love it

“the reckless rush of being in each other’s arms” AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

lmaooooo Mikey Jamie is going to lock you outside if u keep doing this

the fact it can just fade back to comfortable companionship too is like. ugh i love them together

“Yeah. You can touch me whenever you want.” oh jesus

“No more interruptions, no more waiting, no more holding back.” it’s happening god it’s happening everyone stay calm (also the slow build to this point has been so fucking perfect y’all are writerly geniuses)

lmao Dani is like please can we just get naked why do u want to watch a movie I am literally right here

oh she is not waiting anymore THAT’S MY GIRL GO GET EVERYTHING YOU’VE EVER WANTED I LOVE YOU

“What do you want?” god the tension

aaaaahhhhh just. them being so out of their minds with want but still all nervous and wanting to check in but still just. wanting this so much god this is *chef’s kiss*

lmao Dani already having the hair pulling thing figured out is so good. poor Jamie lol is she even going to survive this

god the fact they’re both still fully clothed n still getting this fucked up just making out n grinding on each other I love this for them

mum just came in to tell me dinner is ready I AM ALREADY EATIN GOOD

lmao fuck I am just... so thrilled for Dani finally getting to experience this get ur whole world rocked baby u deserve this

thumb in her mouth i-

“my idiot” pls that’s so soft

“You have me.” i know this is like. horny but it’s also so romantic sfgkjhdfkjg

ayoooo Jamie’s tattoo excuse me while I lose my mind a lil bit

my god Dani is so impatient to get her naked I love her for it so much “I just want to feel you”... ma’am

Jamie being all nervous is so cute aw

god having this lil moment where they just call each other beautiful n get all cute about it while they’re fully naked n grinding on each other.... perfection

god I can’t stop thinking about every other mention of Dani having sex w Eddie and it just being like adequate or like her not letting him touch her and now LOOK AT MY BABY GO SHE’S REALLY HAVIN THE TIME OF HER LIFE LITERALLY BEGGING TO BE TOUCHED LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO

I feel like I’m like cheering Jamie on rn sfjkghdfkj u guys need anything? some snacks? a condom?? ur doing great!!

Dani crying and thanking her like this is an acceptance speech love that for her

Jamie kissing all over her face aww

I can’t believe this whole chapter is them just getting to fall in love for real

“I want to taste you” i am blushing goddamn Jamie get it

oh my god the dream. she’s literally living out her dreams

“that same focused intensity that could make kingdoms fall” I love that Jamie is just as into getting Dani off as Dani is getting off lmao GOOD FOR THEM

Dani: desperately tryin to get Jamie off. Jamie: are u sure u want to tho??? miss ma’am let the girl touch u already she deserves it (but i do love that she’s always just like.... never wanting to make Dani do anything she doesn’t wholeheartedly want to)

“You sitting here on top of me like this is doing more for me than you can imagine.”  iconic jamie moment

Jamie literally just like.... ‘you can do whatever you want to figure this out’ is so sweet I love her capacity for just. giving herself over to Dani in every way (not just the horny ones) to let her forge her own path

“It was easy to understand now, the exhilaration of it, why people went crazy for it.” god I love this for her so much everything just falling into place

they’re so soft n comfy together and it’s all just so right and lovely

i love that once they’ve started they basically can’t stop honestly get it girls u deserve all the orgasms

“When did you know?” “Sixteen years.” oof my heart she’s known the whole time aaahhhh. all these lil memories god it really was all out of love I could cry. and Jamie admitting the scarf/scar thing whew she really carried around that moment on her face for the whole world to see (also lol at Dani being so fixated on it this whole time that’s so perfect)

heh they’re so cute with their lil teasing banter exchange

lol goddamn this so so spicy I am just dfklghfjkdjghkjdf (that is to say well fucking done I can’t even speak rn)

Jamie just being like you could literally just look at me and I am turned on I... love this whole situation for her so much

god they’re really just going all in Dani is getting like the.... lesbian sex speed run amen

oh god not Karen on the phone just hang up Dani do it do it

god she is so evil

omg she told her abt Jamie go off Dani I am v v proud of u right now

and she hung up on her godbless babe i LOVE your audacity

heh Jamie so transfixed by Dani’s lil purple sweater and skirt I love her

Dani u are such a tease sfkgjdfkg good 4 u tbh

awwww she got Dani’s desk for her oh my god that’s so lovely

Dani n Jamie being entirely not subtle over dinner w their lingering glances and Carson just laughing at them fkjghdkfjgh i love it. he’s so happy for them even w his teasing aw

aaahhh i just love Jamie giving her this space and this room in the house and Dani feeling so right in it

oooh an almost “I love you” god they’re just fuckin u-haulin in love perfection huh

and now we’re back to horny hours love this for them. gotta bless that desk somehow huh!?

i love the mentions of all this soft stuff about belonging when they’re about to rail each other it really rounds it out emotionally

“Get on your knees.” OH MY GOD THE JAMIE ON HER KNEES REDEMPTION MOMENT IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING

HELL YEAH IT IS this is truly what we all deserve

oh my god literally ripping her clothes off her fuck i love how desperate they are for each other and just how into this they both are always

dfgkjdfh jesus Dani are u ever going to be able to get work done at this desk again after Jamie does.... all of this to u on it

“Good girl.” the single most powerful sentence in the lesbian language

jesus christ this is still so incredibly steamy sdflkhskhg it never ends. and them like.... experiementing a bit w some different um. approaches? lol good 4 them good 4 them (and us)

my god them instantly getting all soft after about making each other happy please they’re so dang cute

ok love that we are also getting Dani on her knees it’s equality.gif

this little “I like you” “I like you too” confession right now is... so fucking soft and like... after everything they’ve gone through they still have the power to kinda knock each other off their feet w lil things like this huh?? sappy lil shits

oh no Judy I am scared

holy shit Dani “Didn't think you'd love me anymore” owwww my heart

god Judy is such a good mama I love her so much. reassuring her she’s still a part of the family my god I am so emo. she loves her so much

aw I love this lil shared bathroom scene after so many awkward moments w Dani and Eddie in their bathroom and so many mentions of her fogged reflection. things are finally clear and it’s wonderful!!

lol Jamie well if u didn’t want Dani to get all horny u shouldn’t have worn suspenders!!!!! it’s simple math!

god Dani has changed so much this chapter which only takes place over a couple of weeks right?!?!? after so much anxiety and being so unsure of herself this is so fucking beautiful to see

stop the car thing oh my godddd. she doesn’t even care about having her own cause she’s so happy w the person she’s sharing with I’m so overwhelmingly happy

“You’re perfect.” please I will cry this chapter was so perfect (also so are the memes I cackled so much)

[chaos-in-the-making]

OK SO EPISODE RECAP

Lovely battle scene and coordination between the girls. They get better every time. AND THERE WERE SO MANY LOVELY MOMENTS OF SAVING EACH OTHER. Setsuna realizes she is the only one to fight Yotsume bc she can't get trapped in a dream and STEPPING UP WITHOUT HESITATION. But still making sure that Moroha is safe BECAUSE SHE CARES UUUUUGGGHHH. THEN LATER SAVING TOWA SHE LOVES HER SISTER ALREADY.

AND THEN OF COURSE SETSUNA GETS HURT AND TOWA GOES FERAL WE LOVE TO SEE IT. And then when she CRAWLS with excitement to her sister??? Adorable. Help.

Ok so Riku was behind everything, and I continue to be amazed by ya'll ability to predict shit. I find it sketchy that he and the demon knew each other, and seem to hate each other. Its weird that the girls suddenly forgot about the pearl and didn't notice Riku picking it up. But whatever. Story telling at its finest.

OK SO THAT BRIEF GLIMPSE OF THE PAST.

MIROKU DROPPING OFF BABY RACCOON BOY. IS HE RELATED TO HACHI?? IM THINKING YES AND THATS ANOTHER CORRECT PREDICTION.

OK AND THEN THE MOMENT WEVE BEEN WAITING FOR. Kirinmaru and Sesshoumaru ascending the stairs to the shrine TOGETHER, and Inuyasha and Kagome feel threatened enough to send their daughter away. No, I do not for one second believe that Sesshoumaru is there for them. I have no idea what is going on, its a set up. We won't get answers until later so buckle up, kiddos. This is just how anime works. I also don't trust this dream because Moroha is an infant. I dont think its a true memory.

IT STILL HURTS THOUGH

The girls were AMAZING. Moroha continues to be the omnipotent plot device who can figure things out in a snap, but she is kagomes daughter so I will give the convenience a pass. Kagome was quick on the draw as well. When she isn't being a dumb rock. Its 50/50 with her.

Overall a solid episode, I am excited to watch them kick Riku's ass later.

OH AND THE WORST BEST MOMENT WAS TOWA GETTING A GLIMPSE OF HER MOTHER IN THE TREE. AAAAAAAHHHHH GO SAVE HER, MY CHILD

[peachesandsodas]

QUICK LIFE UPDATE OF PEACHESANDSODAS :

Resigned from my previous workplace which is pretty mentally drained.

Got myself WE ARE HERE albums (4 versions of it) and i am broke.

Got myself ticket to Monsta X’s Concert in Melbourne and secured a flight ticket! Next up is my visa! YAAAAAAAY and i am broke

Pre-ordered IZ*ONE’s HEART*IZ Album both version and I AM OFFICIALLY BROKE.

HONDA HITOMI’S TEASER PHOTO IS B E A U T I F U L THIS IS HER ERA GUYS I AM TELLING YOU

OH AND I’M EVEN MORE BROKE BECAUSE IZ*ONE RELEASES AN OFFICIAL LIGHTSTICK AND I AM GETTING IT

BASICALLY I AM BROKE HAHAAHAHHHAHAKL;SADK;LDASK;LDAKDASL;

[iguessihavemore]

Garden Chap. 1 Not Your Garden Variety Pt.1

Ahhhhhh yessss. A smaller chapter because I Do Not Trust tumblr yet with big big posts. Enjoy folks!

“This is the best day ever! WOOHOO!” Chris cheered, hopping up with both feet off the ground. He held a cellphone in one hand. “I knew I was right! Take that!” He threw it down in a celebratory-football way, and it shattered instantly. Chris clearly didn’t care at all.

“Uh….” Someone voiced behind the camera, and it went dark.

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“This show is MINE, baby. Ain’t NO ONE can tell me how to run it but ME.” Chris continued to dance, after who knows how long the video was off. Several groans resounded this time, and cut to black again.

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The host cleared his throat. “Heyo, and welcome to the next instalment of Total Drama!” He was still buzzing from excitement. The camera seemed to jitter and focus happily, having not expected this to be a viable take. “We’ve got a fresh change of atmosphere- a REALLY big change, try not to let it give you a shock. I won’t lie, it’s so new, even I had to wonder, ‘oh my god, producers, what are you thinking??’” He shook his hands, face scrunched up. He loosened up. “But not to fear, despite what I once thought until this moment, we can still torture these contestants at will. And by we, I MEAN ME-” 

For once he caught himself, and rapidly switched back to his calm tone. “The only difference this time around is that it’ll be prettier or something? They wanted an exercise on how much the puke and mud was really drawing in an audience.” Chris rolled his eyes. “So now we have a whole season without it. It’s AeStHeTiC, they said.”

Drawing back, he was standing on a bright green plot of grass. Decorative stones littered the ground like tiny pathways. A white birch archway behind him blocked the view of the rest of the garden with green tubes hanging from it like a curtain. To the right, an odd, unappealing to look at, massive flower bulb sat sideways on stilts, the bottom end of it connected to a wide tube that trailed off-screen. To the left was the beginning of a woodwalk, that also went out a view. “This season, we decided to let the contestants themselves decide how they wanted to be introduced. As stupid adreneline junkies,” He gestured to the tube contraption. “As boring and basic,” He held a hand near his head and looked back, referring to the archway. “Or as pretentious wannabes.” As he said this, he brought a hand to his eyes and smiled down the walkway. “Speaking of which, here comes our first one!”

The wooden planks led to a serene lake. A gondolier was just finishing up rowing up to the little dock. The contestant sitting at the other end, who at first glance gave off a brunette Barbie vibe, delicately eyed the scenery. She stepped from the boat and waved pleasantly at the man who had brought her, mouthing a ‘thank you.’ He had too much facial hair to see if he cared, and simply pushed off. The girl didn’t mind, smiling forward with glossy light-pink lips, batting her lightly mascaraed, blue eyes in every new direction she looked in.

“Hello Chris, it’s a pleasure.” She gave a bow-curtsy, feminine but not wearing a skirt. Chris and her shared a smile. “And I mean it. How lucky of me to be accepted into the best of the seasons.” She straightened, folding her hands at her hips. She had on a white blouse with the slightly poofy sleeves and single button at the collar, tucked into blue jeans, and white ballet flats she pointed with an arbitrary delicacy.

“Nice to have you here, Amelia. And, hey, if you say so.” He put on a grudging tone that was the total opposite of before.

She giggled, her arms bouncing lightly and jostling her auburn hair, curled to shoulder length. “Never fear, with my thespian roots, I’ll personally ensure you all have something to look forward to, even without your beloved explosions.” She placed a flamboyant hand to her collar.

“Well, we’ll see.” Chris motioned for her to step to the side, and she did so. He walked to the other end near the bulb, winking at the camera with a toothy grin while she couldn’t see.

“Next contestant, you can come out now.” He called to the curtained archway.

“Oh hell yeah, baby.” Two brown-greyish hands poked out between the garden hose-like tubes, quickly thrusting them to the sides, tossing the curtain around her in a grand entrance. Amelia laughed supportingly as the girl took a long stride forward, and then went shock-silent when one of the tubes coiled around the girl’s arm on it’s way back down, snagged her, and threw her face down into the ground.

The girl, hair a combo of dark purple to neon green sprawled around her head, laid there silently for awhile. Amelia couldn’t help but laugh quieter and more awkwardly. In a single move, the girl drenched mostly in black clothing sprung to her sneakered feet, hands already on her hips like nothing had happened, sans the green hose still tied to her upper arm. “It’s Cameron!” She beamed.

“Yes it is!” Chris agreed, letting her wipeout speak for itself. “How’s Cameron ready for this season?”

Before she answered, she unknotted her leather jacket sleeve from the hose with her tongue sticking out, fussily tossing it to the ground since she’d unknowingly ripped it from the birch. She went back to her previous attitude in an instant. “Oh, I’m ready. I have the power of ghosts and, heck, maybe even god on my side.” She did a wide, ninjitsu-esque move. “Eh, who am I kidding. More likely Satan, but he’s more of a bro than you’d think.” She smiled cockily, etching up her two facial moles (on her cheek and upper lip), and folded pink eyes.

“Whoo boy, sounds like we’re in for a ride with you.” Amelia spoke up as Cameron came to her side. Her hair could now fall in its intended long-in-the-front bob.

“You betcha!” She winked, making a single finger-gun. She took in a deep, content breath, and then her entire person relaxed. Putting her hands in her jacket pockets, she said, “Okay, I’m done.” Her boxy-jacketed, legging-clad body shifted to the side comfortably.

“Much obliged,” Chris nodded, happy to not need to force them to shut up just yet. “Now for my favorite of the bunch, the sliders, give a warm welcome to Paulie!”

“AAAAAAAHHHHH-” A husky voice screamed as a dark shadow filled the inside of the tube, rocketing downwards. Once at the end, the bulb contracted slightly and spat out the next contestant. She flew with a shock of coiled, lime green hair, legs kicking desperately. She was lean, but definitely top heavy, dancing on her bright pink and black sneakers with a war cry of “AHHYAYAYA”

She finally came to a stop, knees wobbly and pointed at each other, but upright nevertheless. She gasped deeply, with a happy scoff mixed in. “You- you thought.” She shakily pointed at Chris with pride.

The host, with a smile, snapped his fingers in a disappointed manner. “Hopefully you can keep up those good plays.”

The dark skinned girl rose fully. She had a simple black T-shirt, dark blue ripped jeans, a shiny silver ring pierced in her right nostril, an array of various rings lining both her ears, an X on her cheek made of simple bandaids, and a black bandana at the base of her scalp, lighting it up with a bright red-and-yellow flame decal. She tilted forward, staring excitedly with her round, rusty-red eyes and a broad smile parting her thick, skin-colored lips. “You are so not ready for me.” She insisted.

“Guess all that’s left for us is to pray, then.” Amelia mock-sighed. Paulie turned, her arms and what could be seen of her knees littered in faint scars. She gasped.

“SAME HAIR DYE!!” She yelled, a dull-nailed finger was pointed at Cameron’s head.

“Lime Crime??” Cameron questioned. Paulie screamed in agreement. Cameron screamed back, and they jumped at each other with open palms. It’s good that they went at each other with equal force, or one of them would have been high-fived into the next dimension.

Amelia laughed with the enthusiasm they radiated. “You guys would be fantastic in theater.”

The trio hushed as Chris made his way over, ready to introduce the next teenager. This one was also arriving by boat, and was just as bright-eyed to see the pretty destination as Amelia had been, if not more so. She hopped off the gondola and also thanked the ferryman, who this time gave a very slight nod.

“Hellooo, Marina!” Chris called, waving his hand.

“Hi Chris!” The girl called back, with big, dark, lemon shaped eyes. She had thick, wavy dark hair that reached right under her neck. Her bangs parted at the center, tucked behind her ears. A soft pink dress flowed around her brown skin and she walked down the path with a quickened pace. Her dusty-pink flats stopped as she got to their congregation, the lacy skirt of her dress resting at her knees, a small bit of dusty-pink leggings peeking out just past it.

Chris patted his knees and bent to her eye level. “Dressed for the occasion, aren’t you?” He commented, though his nose wrinkled just slightly at the pinkness.

She smiled brightly with her simple mauve lips and thick arched eyebrows. “This is how I always look!” She fiddled with one of the red ribbon bows that made up her sleeves, the top portion of her dress printed with a big red heart center-focus. “I’m glad to hear it happens to be fitting for the season, though.” She had freckles littered between her eyes right above her button nose.

“Girly-girls unite!” Amelia laughed and knelt down just a bit, holding her hand out. Marina flashed a smile and high-fived her, but it held nowhere near the flair than the previous one.

“I kinda hope I’m just as fitting, too...” Marina thought aloud, idly tapping her fingers.

“Ah! Ha ha.” Chris leaned back with his hands on his hips. “Yeah. We’ll see.” He said non-committedly, not wanting to show his cards so soon. Marina’s eyebrows flipped, but she didn’t let up on her smile.

“Next up? Come on out.” He called towards the archway.

This person held a tan hand out between the hose curtain, sweeping enough aside to step through. She stared out blankly for a moment, then smiled lazily with dark grey lips. She passed into the pretty clearing, her black platform boots a stark contrast to the pastel greenery. Her entire outfit- a simple black corset over a modest grey dress that went to her neck, just past her elbows, and right above her knees with a pleated shard look- was a contrast to the whole current setting.

“I’m J-” She began to introduce herself with a soft, low voice.

“How come you didn’t get catapulted to the ground?” Cameron huffed. Everyone but Amelia blinked at her. The newest of the bunch then smirked lightly.

“Did you barge in all gung-ho?” She teased, flicking a wrist that was dressed with a sheer, fingerless glove. Cameron snorted in response.

“Maybe? Who’s to say?” She shrugged. She put a finger to Amelia’s lips, even though she wasn’t going to say anything anyhow.

The gothic girl silently giggled. “Of course. My name’s Jennifer.” She gestured to herself by placing her palm above her bright crystal necklace. Her long, dark brown hair that framed her face swung with her as she regarded Chris solely. Her eyes were constantly relaxed and under a heavy set of lashes, and the cute shape of her face was very familiar. “May I ask what the surprise is, Chris McClain?” She cut right to the chase.

“What are you talking about?” Chris threw his hands in front of him, putting on an annoyed tone. “I wish there was one- I’m gonna die of boredom before this season hits the merge!”

She sighed, “I thought not.” Jennifer rolled her eyes at his insistence.  “Let’s prepare ourselves.” She told the other four girls, coming to stand with them.

“Our next competitor-!” Chris began to pump up for the next person to be shot out of the flower bud shotgun-style. 

However, the streamer curtain behind him exploded with a loud, “Yeah!! That’s me!!”

Chris gasped and clutched at his chest.

“Careful grandpa.” Paulie cocked her head with a smirk as the others laughed.

The host glared over his shoulder at a boy of medium stature, fully clothed in what looked like a black morph suit. “That was not your cue.” He snapped.

The boy, with one of the only visible things of his skin being a strip cut out for his honey brown eyes, squinted one of them. “Yes it was.” He argued simply, as if Chris was the confused one.

Chris opened his mouth, groaned, and pinched his nose. “Roger, everyone.” He flipped his hand lamely. Roger blinked, his eyes curling happily, and rose his arms up once again. One of the tubes, after flapping back, had tied onto his upper arm from the force he arrived with.

“Oh, oh buddy-” Cameron started to speak up.

“So what’s with the…?” Chris leaned towards him, waving his hand in front of his own face.

Roger rose a brow. “Huh?” He asked for clarification. Chris continued to mention the mask in every way but saying ‘mask,’ and Roger continued to be confused, completely drowning out the teenagers who were trying to warn him.

“Why are you hiding your face?” Chris finally said, which must have been enough for Roger to get it.

“Uhhh…” He brought his finger up, fiddling with a bit of bushy brown hair that escaped from his suit. “I don’t know. It’s TV and that’s embarrassing. But I also wear it all the time because it’s embarrassing to be around people when they can see your face. I guess the TV thing is just an excuse-” He lost himself in his musings rather quickly.

“Alright alright.” Chris cut him off, annoyed. “At least we don’t have to see your junk.” He motioned downwards, at the basketball shorts and tanktop Roger was wearing.

The space between his eyes flushed pink. “Uh, yeah. I’m on TV, that’d be so embarrassing! Like in would be in public-”

“Go stand with the others.” Chris cut him off again, eyebrows cinched together. “You’ve just about ruined my groove.”

Roger’s eyebrows curled upwards and he did what he was told silently. “Uh, you’re welcome!” Amelia called to him teasingly. She, Paulie, and Cameron were standing where they would have been behind him. They held up the hose proudly. “You almost fell right on your face!”

Roger looked at the three with wide eyes. “You… you were going to trip me?” He asked softly, betrayed.

They let their mouths hang open for a second, until Chris clapped. “Next contestant for real this time!”

Marina’s shoulders jumped up. “It might be my sister!” She told the others excitedly. “She chose the slide.”

“Yikes,” Paulie winked down at her. It was the first time Marina frowned.

The slide filled with a shadow, a consistent thud thud thud filling the air. The first three to be introduced made way, Marina and Jennifer following their lead, the former with much concern. Jennifer looked over her shoulder and grabbed a spacing Roger by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to the rest of them.

The tip of the petals parted, and a massive figure twirled out feet-first. It landed right in front of where they had all been standing, but they could still feel the impact of this creature landing upright. A lanky stature of a person rose from the squat they landed in, with a slight serpentine manner to a height that towered over the others. “HOWDY!” A chipper voice came out of her, her olive eyes glittering.

“Jesus CHRIST you’re a giant!” Cameron shouted, holding a hand to her head.

The glitter ran dry. “Language, pal-y.” She laughed despite. “And it’s all the camping in me! Made me big and strong!” She flexed her tanned freckled arms, and though not totally muscular, made an impact due to the rest of her being so slim and lanky. Her legs were the same, all her limbs nicked with a small cut and a bump or two. She wore a simple pair of cargo shorts, and a light blue T-shirt with boxy sleeves reaching mid-upper arm. It sported a nondescript summer camp logo on the front. She lunged forward on one sneaker, nearly worn thin, and stretched as she took in the scenery. “Pretty little place! Are we having a tea party?”

“Oh, you better get used to things looking like this,” Chris grinned, “It’s Garden all season.”

“Huh!?” She gasped. “Naw, don’t tell me we won’t have any trees or hills! Come on, don’t tell me!”

Chris rubbed his chin in thought. “Not many... at least, not the kind you’re wanting. You can’t touch those trees.”

“Ummm why’s that-?” Jennifer asked allowed in utter confusion, but was drowned out by the newest arrival.

“Aw Chris, that just isn’t any fair!” She tilted her head, her frizzy dark ponytail flipping with it. “You can’t keep me from cabins, and nature, and campfires, and rivers, and rope tying, and- and-” She listed off fretfully.

Chris shook his hands out in front of him. “Relax! There’s still going to be half of that stuff, and you’ll get a butt-whooping of nature to last you a lifetime, don’t you worry.”

She righted herself, wiping her nose with a sniff. “Chris, that isn’t appropriate. As you’re not an official counselor I suppose I can give you a pass JUST this once, but don’t let me catch you mentioning again…” All of her chipper drawl was gone as she began to chide the host, getting to his level to whisper “Hitting the derriere.”

Chris laughed his absolute head off. “Oh! Rosie! I’m nowhere near a counselor! But keep up that uptight attitude, I love it!”

“Hmhm.” The campy girl squinted with a tight smile. “Yes, I see. Make no worse offenses. Surely even you can manage.”

Chris tried to calm himself as he circled over to the edge of the boardwalk once more.

Rosie felt a light pat on her arm. Marina was looking up at her. “Hey… it’s okay that you didn’t like what he said. Sorry that he laughed at you like that.”

“Aw,” Rosie brightened. “Never you mind- I’m sure Chris has some tight windows to be saying such things, anyway.”

Marina mustered a little smile. “Oh, haha, I’m sure he… I’m sure he does.”

“And next we have…!” Chris motioned to the lonely dock. “...!”

He motioned again. “...!”

“Tsk!” He threw his fists on his hips, staring daggers further down the lake. The gondolier was down on his knees at his end of the boat, clearly pushing the paddle so far down he was pushing off the bottom of the lake to get anywhere. He was sweating bullets, as on the other end, the contestant was such a muscular unit his corner was slightly sunk into the water. “Hmmm…” The host turned away. “He looked smaller in his audition.” He mused to himself.

He moved on to the archway. “Hey, yo, you can come out now Annabelle.”

“Sweet.” A smooth, femme voice said. From behind the tubes came a curtain of its own, made of honey brown hair reaching her lower back. The contestant ducked and straightened from the archway with her hands in the pocket of her grey hoodie, a panther printed on the front. She smiled a small, lazy smile under her hooded hazel eye, her thick coarse hair encasing the other. Light freckles dotted her high cheeks and button nose. Her lips pulled up more as she nodded to the others. “Heya. Nice to meet ‘cha.”

Some of the previous teenagers tried to say something quippy but it got drowned out in the general ‘hey’ they all said back. Annabelle swept her sight over them, and a relief seemed to settle on her calm person. “Looks like I don’t have ta worry about fitting in.” She said fondly. She walked her blue jeans over, and stood next to Paulie nearish the back.

“Okay, looks like Tony finally decided to show up.” Chris didn’t bother walking back to the dock. The blonde contestant, too wide for the dock, was making his way towards them, the ferryman trying to scoop out water from the half-drowned gondola behind him. Instead of safely shimming down the boardwalk, Tony opted to walk with both his feet just halfway on either side of the dock, head-on. The group of them let out a sigh when he finally got to the ground.

“So, Tony, welcome. You excited?” The host asked the pale boy who never skipped arm or leg or torso day.

He curled back his lips, speaking through his teeth. “Yeeeah. Yep.” He paused, and with no change of tone admitted, “I’m scared.”

“Aw, no need to worry. Nothing to fear here, and if you’re camera shy, just turn any amount of degrees and your hulking muscles will block the view!” Chris did his best impression of consoling.

“Mmm… okay.” Tony went over to the others, all of them wide-eyed. They didn’t really strike up conversation like they had when it was Rosie’s height they were aweing, probably because Tony made no effort to notice any of them at all.

“AAAaaand....!” Chris suddenly perked up, turning his beaming face to the slide, now thumping with the next contestant. The bulb contracted, a blur of faint yellow and blue rocketing out. The person attempted to land right, but his tennis shoe only grazed the ground and the rest of him smacked right flat into the dirt.

Marina gasped and threw her hands to her mouth. A few people around her snickered or expressed sympathy, as Chris quickly blocked the way of any of them that moved to help the newcomer. “Welcome to the show, Jackson!”

Jackson lifted his shoulders off the ground, his tongue sticking out as it was covered in grass. He quickly spat as he stood up, displeased and blushed on his light, orange-undertoned skin. He shook his choppy, platinum blonde hair that reached his cheekbones, and blinked at Chris with hazel-green eyes. “Th- thanks. Definitely already feeling it.”

“I should hope so! I have to get my kicks somehow!” Chris beamed, and laughed at it for far too long. “Now, our next competit-” He began to turn away.

“H- hey! Don’t tell me they get to know my name and I don’t get to know theirs’!” Jackson cried incredulously, outstretching his hands to his peers that came before him. “That’s not fair!” He stood in place and wouldn’t move to the gathering quite yet. He was thin, the only thing plumping up his silhouette being his clothes, like his grey sweatpants and open blue hoodie, a black T-shirt underneath.

The host groaned, rolling his head to the side. “Think about that for a second, would ya? Then we’d have to do that for every single person, and that makes no sense-”

“I’m Jennifer.” The gothic girl smiled warmly and waved. She stepped forward to shake Jackson’s hand now that Chris wasn’t standing in the way. Jackson finally brightened. When he smiled, it really showed off his prominent upper lip and cupid’s bow. As he shook her hand back, the others piped in.

“I’m Paulie! Like a parrot.”

“My name’s Marina, nice to meet you!”

“Cameron, ghost hunter!” Cameron thrusted her thumb firmly to herself.

“Annabelle.” Annabelle shrugged, looking away to the side with her small smile.

“T o n y.”

“Amelia.” The thespian did a flashy hand gesture.

“So that’s your guys’ names!” Marina laughed, turning to the first three girls.

“Do you want me to say my name to!?” Roger excitedly asked Jackson, pointing to himself.

Jackson chuckled. “Yeah, man!”

“I’m Roger!” He happily yelled.

“And I’m ROSIE!” Rosie also yelled. “Glad to be here and glad to have you here, camper!”

“Alright!” Jackson moved over and found a place in their gathering.

Chris, his arms dangling in front of him, was scowling at the kids the entire time. “Don’t make that a habit.” He pointed to them. “This section can’t get TOO long.”

Jennifer shrugged unapologetically. “I thought you’d be happy, since it took that long for the next boat to come.”

Chris whirled around in surprise, to find that the gondolier was only just getting to the dock. He’d forgotten about Tony’s complications beforehand. “Whatever.” He huffed when he looked back at the teens.

Once it stopped at the pier, the arrival stood up. She was tall and slim, covered completely in pastels and a pair of thick grey yoga pants. A pale blue hijab wrapped around her brown face, as she looked at the host from a distance, staring blankly. She did not step off the boat.

“Well?” Chris asked her testily.

Pride instantly crossed her features. “This.” She informed.

The girl arched her back and placed her bare hands on the surface of the dock. She lifted her entire body effortlessly from the gondola, standing perfectly straight but upside down and backwards from the others. They let out a unanimous “Oh, woah.” Her black runners pointed into the sky.

Instead of rolling forward and doing a prolonged frontflip sort of thing, she instead curled only her head towards the rest of the cast, lifting up an arm as her legs slowly came down. She tightened her stance, planking in the air on one hand.

“Ha ha! Okay, okay, showoff!” Paulie cheered, clapping louder than everyone else.

She got to her feet and walked over with a smile, a mole present on the left of her upper lip. “I only take that as a compliment.” She said earnestly, regarding the competition with smiling rusty-brown eyes. “Chris! Nice to meet you.” She held her hand out to him. Her mint green shirt flared at the wrist, hanging down between them. Most importantly, it had an adorable panda icon printed on the front. Don’t you dare forget about the cute panda.

“Nooo, you’re making a pact with the devil!” Cameron called out. Behind her, Rosie’s pupils shrunk to pinpoints and almost made a noise due to how fast they glared at her.

“Nice to meet you too, Nadine.” Chris urged the girl on to the others. She nodded and stood towards the side. She was the tallest after Rosie and Tony, who were already taking up the back.

“I, uh…” Roger turned around, a sparkle in his eyes as he looked at her. “Love your, uh…”

Nadine looked him over and guessed in an instant, “My hijab?” She brought her hand to it.

His eyes squinted adoringly as he let in a tiny gasp. “Yes!”

“ROGER, in fact, should have been introduced now,” Chris cut in testily. The boy looked over fearfully, anyone could feel the confusion radiating from him. “But no biggie. ‘Cause now we can get back to the sliiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!”

The teens began to flinch back and prepare themselves, but Marina ran to the front. “W- wait! Wait, please!” That has to be my sister, but she didn’t know it would be so- so intense!” She stressed to Chris.

“So?” Chris asked cockily. “Any one of these options had a risk- honestly it’s saddening no one stepped on the trick board yet.” He mused.

“Uh, wh- what was that.” Amelia asked.

“Yeah but, Stella, she- she’ll get hurt and not be able to think about much else, and later when she learns that’s how she spent her introduction, she’ll- she’ll be devastated!” Marina clasped her hands in front of her, pleading with the man. The slanted tube began to thump, making her more panicked. “I can’t let that happen to her- isn’t this season suppose to be less dangerous, anyhow!?”

Chris rubbed his stubble, looking away in false thought. “Nothing dangerous about getting your head bumped a little. It’s not my fault you brought me someone who’s easy to embarrass.”

“Hey! That’s not-!” Marina huffed, lamely scowling.

Rosie easily stepped up to the front, crouching down pretty close to the gross bud thing, winking at the pink-clad girl. “No worries, there’s plenty of big guys here to protect you little ‘uns. That’s just how nature is-” She thrusted her fist into her open palm and then threw her hands out in front of her. She looked like the catcher in a game of baseball. “The strong protect the small so we can all have fun!”

“WEEEEEEEEEEEE!” A girl’s voice shrieked as the bulb twitched. It shot her out full speed, and Rosie sprung up. Her arms flew out and caught her loosely, the two spinning around a few times from the pure momentum. After it was all done, Rosie was left standing with a giggling girl face-down in her arms, one around her shoulders and one at her knees. Stella’s own arms were outstretched in front of her, having come out head-first, her eyes sealed shut from her glee. “HA HA HA!”

Rosie smiled down at her, flipping her over effortlessly so that she was facing upwards, still in her hold. A latina girl with high thin eyebrows and a huge gaping smile greeted her and she couldn’t help but laugh back, sharing the excitement. Rosie finally set the girl on her yellow converse-d feet.

Stella now moved her hands over her stomach, still giggling. She had curly, dark caramel hair with a few lighter highlights reaching right to her shoulder blades, a long yellow ribbon tied in a bow behind her. Her nose was round and had a semi-prominent bridge; her bangs were parted in the center but some shorter bits hung over her forehead near her eyes. Her outfit consisted of a pale yellow scoopneck T-shirt that went to her elbows and sported a glittery, swirly pattern of a big crown and the cursive word ‘Princess,’ ending just above her belly button, a pair of navy green shorts held to her hips with a black belt with a golden buckle, unrolled socks with a single gold stripe at the tops, a copper-plated necklace, and several colorful bandaids stuck to her calves if they counted.

“Stella!” Marina said happily, coming to give her sister a small embrace. She then turned to the campy gal. “Thank you.”

“Aw!” Rosie waved her hand dismissively. Stella was clearly still laughing to herself as she walked with Marina to the gathering, but was silent.

“You can say hi to the others when you’re ready.” Marina told her. It was hard to tell if her sister heard her or not. “They’re really nice so far, you’re going to love them.” Stella audibly chuckled for a moment at that. The rest of the teens mostly kindly, silently regarded her, and a few said ‘hi.’

“Welp, that was the last of my favorite entrance.” Chris mourned. “I liked how it ended, though. Very loud, very flashy.” He rubbed his hands together. “I hope the last boardwalk person is gonna give me a show…” He uttered with an eager darkness.

The twelve current competitors turned at once to the dock, causing the ghastly pale person making their way down the dock stop in their tracks. The newbie and everyone on the grass seemed to be having a staring match, but the solo person was clearly just confused. They finally- while sweating bullets- walked the rest of the way, pink pupils darting everywhere for some sort of answer.

Chris groaned loudly, head rocked all the way back.

The albino standing before them brought a finger to their round chin, their downturned eyes staring out of their rectangular glasses. “Did I- did I already mess up?” They joked nervously, but was obviously also really worried.

“NO.” Chris grumped, crossing his arms like a child. “Welcome to the Garden, Jupiter. Hopefully everything comes EASY to you. Hope it’s all sunshine and daisies for YOU.”

Jupiter had no idea what to make of that. They had a simple shoulder-length hairstyle with their white, smooth, thin hair- it fell straight down and curled a bit at the ends. A button nose, and hands clasped tightly in front of them. “Thank you.” They muttered in fear.

“Shucks, looks like you got favoritism already.” Annabelle winked at the newcomer.

They wavered a bit of a smile, stepping closer to them all. At this distance, the sticker on their white lab shirt could be read, saying ‘Hi, my name’s Jupiter! They/them pronouns!’ Beneath that they wore a red V-neck with jean shorts, red and white sneakers, and sported a faint scar on their left thigh before it trailed under their shorts. Their torso was round at the bottom, tapering at the top like a pear. “I guess it’s the best welcoming I could hope for.” They shrugged, stopping near their peers.

Chris shook himself off. “Last and literally not the least- in fact, dare I say double than any of you- we have- well, depending on how you look at it,” Chris kept interrupting himself, his smile growing wider and wider.

“Ah, come on man! On with it!” Jackson put his hands on his hips. “I don’t know how anybody can be Tony doubled.” He pointed his thumb at said boy.

“Oh ho ho! Not like that!” Chris gushed. “From the archway, we have our last one and/or two contestants…” From the tube curtain, two pairs of fingers began to appear, too far apart to be from one person. “Avery and Erika!”

A leg appeared, a leg appeared, and a leg appeared exactly. Two girls walked from the curtain, each using a hand to part themselves a way. Between them, they let what remained of the curtain trail over their shared shoulder until they walked far enough for it to slip behind them. Operating their five limbs carefully and slowly, they didn’t have to worry about the curtain yanking them back. Everyone who had come before them were ready to greet them like normal, but as the seconds passed and realizations began to bloom, things went dead silent.

They stopped soon after, standing in front of the gathering. Chris walked up to them as the twins and the rest of the cast shared glances, their light brown eyes open wide but relaxed- owlish. It didn’t take long for the two girls to look down at a space between them, cupping their hands together and inching towards each other a bit, making themselves smaller. They had a sandy complexion, and dark brown bobs. Avery, the twin with the right hand, had blunt bangs over her forehead, her hair reaching the mid of her shoulder blades. Erika’s hair ended at the shoulder, her bangs swept to the side.

Tailored to their needs, they wore a brown blouse over their bulky top with short, slightly puffed sleeves and short collars. Their conjoined torso tapered towards the middle where they had a black thick belt wrapped around their stomach, then widen to their shoulder width at their hips where they wore a three-legged pair of denim shorts. Below, they had two right-foot black Mary Janes(their middle leg slightly favored Erika, but alas was very stunted either way) and one left one, and black stockings that went up to their knees. Thankfully, for how misfortunate their situation was, both could stand upright with proper posture without either one having to lean to a side, which is more than can be said about most conjoined twins.

“I’m so glad you two could make it!” Chris jeered. “Or one. However you call it.”

They had small, pouty lips, and blinked at each other. Avery lifted her head and began looking out at the others blankly once again.

“Call us two.” Erika softly requested. 

Avery let her personal shoulder sag. “But count us as whatever you will.” She said just as quietly. She dropped her voice to a whisper. “Such new… territory.”

“DON’T MOVE!” Paulie demanded, jumping towards them. “We’ll come to you!” The others quickly followed suit around the twins. Curious stares were thrown all around the girls, but no one got close enough to touch them.

“This is so cool…” Annabelle muttered.

“I want to ask you a billion questions… but must’nt overwhelm you…!” Jackson was visibly holding himself back, one of the nearest to the twins.

Avery and Erika barely responded to any of them beyond flicking their eyes here and there. 

Chris let out a sigh, the least angsty sigh he’d let out all day. “You know, that wasn’t so bad. Too bad I have to ruin it by showing you around- ugh- the garden, I guess.”

Previously standing within the camera crew, some interns came to the meeting ground and began to clear out the props. The boardwalk was allowed to stay, and they dismantled the archway in record time. There was an actual curtain behind it that had kept those who chose the archway from seeing the rest of the island.

And once it was taken down……

The clearing before had been pretty and all that, like grandma’s backyard or something, but this was like the personification of aesthetic and botany had a head-on collision AND a love child. The prettiest of flowers, from pastel, dainty, and sweeping, to bright neon, bold blooms.

A fountain with a statue was in front of them a ways away, shaped as a vague man-shape holding a tall vase, the tip of it gurgling out a stream of water with a pleasant sound. Light blue glassy bricks made a clean walkway to it, and in two other directions further into the island. Some tastefully-chosen trees filled some empty space within the near candy-green grass, broken up only by tiny stones or carefully picked wildflowers.

Chef sat nearby at an off-white table made with intricate designs, sipping on a fine china tea cup. The matching tea kettle was on the table.

“Tea parties…” Rosie muttered, hanging her head sadly. Not her cup of tea.

“It’s GORGEOUS!” Amelia cried, lacing fingers with Marina. Stella bobbed her head in front of them, her smile huge as ever.

Some of the others, like Jupiter, Nadine, and Paulie, were impressed by the sight, but not too much to comment. Others, like Jackson, Rosie, and Annabelle, preferred something else, but not enough to complain.

Jennifer shifted her eyes in outright suspicion. “Is that a mango tree!?” She pointed at a lush, fruitless tree.

“Uhhhhh….” Chris, more fearful of not knowing something than of Jennifer’s brewing wrath, swiveled to Chef to back him up.

“Not yet it ain’t.” Chef decided to help.

“Tropical trees don’t grow in Canada!” Jennifer chided. “At least, they shouldn’t, especially not around all these other- none of these plants should go together! They’re all going to die!”

Chef made her wait until he took a long sip. He set the cup on the saucer he held in his hand. “Man…” He said, “Stop dissing my mango tree.”

Jennifer continued to hotly argue plant ethics. An intern got Chris’s attention from it by tapping his shoulder, giving him a piece of paper. “Oh! Ahem,” He began hostly once he saw what it was. “This season, we have a team of the world’s BEST plant experts, who have carefully either found a way to keep all native and nonnative plants living in harmony with one another, or under a careful plan for future removal once the season is finished.” He smirked pridefully. “There, no harm done.”

“‘Plant experts?’” Jennifer scoffed. “Plant experts my ass! That’s just Total Drama bull-”

Rosie planted a hand on her shoulder from too far away, but made up for it in one long stride. She was at her side in a second, toothily smiling down at her. “Jenny, what’s it matter? I’m a nature enthusiast! You don’t see me complaining. You’re just being silly.”

Jennifer rose a brow from her scowl. She sighed angrily, but otherwise decided to back down.

“Now if you’ll all follow me.” Chris started to lead them down one of the brick pathways. Chef finished and took up the rear.

“Down this way we have the essentials. You’re going to be in charge of cooking your own meals, but here you’re almost always going to be able to get the ingredients you need.” He explained as they came to a large patch of tilled soil, many various green stalks and vines sprouting from it. Towards the back there were some huts that Chris pointed to. “Those have things like meat and grain stuff. We weren’t allowed to have you slaughter things for yourselves, so I said to heck with all the farm animals then, what’d be the point?” That got a mixed reaction from the teens. “But downside is you have a limited amount of the stuff a day. A pity. Oh, and fruit and berries are scattered around the island- can’t let your snacks be too easy.”

Chris gained a boost of excitement at the little shack at the edge of all the food spots, skipping up to it. “This!” He eagerly smacked the side of the shabby wood with a flat palm. “Is the tool shed- this season’s confessional! There’s lots of these babies all ‘round the island! I want you guys to get acquainted by taking turns saying who you want on your team or not! Who wants to give it a try first!?”

*Shed: Jupiter* They sat at a small wooden bench, knees tucked in. The lighting was a bit dim, light peeking in from the cracks of the wall behind, and a light was illuminating their face for the camera. “I want to be on Annabelle’s team. That may sound strange to instantly decide but… we’re actually siblings. We auditioned together.” They admitted, eyes dropping. “She said that because of my skin condition, as long as Chris didn’t mention it, no one would be the wiser. We even didn’t mention each other on our audition tapes, just in case. It looks like he’s playing along.” They laughed nervously. “I don’t like our plan much, but Anna’s right, it has a lot of pluses. Having the others thinking-” They began to hack grossly “Alright! I can’t take it anymore! Why’s it smell so bad!? It’s not like this is an outhouse anymore-” They turned around, revealing that the wall behind was lined with some small gardening tools… and stacked with open bags of manure. Chris could be heard outside the door cackling like a witch.

*Shed: Jennifer* “One, these plants WILL have retribution.” She informed before saying anything she was supposed to. Her leg was crossed over the other, her hands resting on her knee if not animated around her. “I hate to say it, because people will assume this is how I am in real life outside of sick television world, but I want as few of the… weaker people on my team as possible. I usually PREFER to hang around underdog types, but those are dangerous in a drama competition. Sorry twins, sisters, and Jupiter… but the less of you the better. Not sorry Amelia, you’re preppy.” She finally succumbed to a wince, and glared over at the bags of manure in the corner. Chris somehow, someway, knew this and laughed shrilly once again outside the door.

*Shed: Nadine* “I plan on being the strongest on my team no matter what.” Nadine announced, sitting with her legs pointed to one side. “Even versus… Tony, was it? I can get around him in no time flat, and I’d be surprised if he was able to flinch about it.” She suddenly laughed, looking away bashfully. “Sorry, that was a bit mean. Um, a leader type would be nice. I’d hate for people to look at me to solve in-fighting. If I had to guess who’d that be…” She scratched at her hijab, trying not to be at a loss for words. “Rosie or Paulie, perhaps?”

*Shed: Roger* He sat leaned back with his legs crossed. “I don’t super get it. Like, I don’t know how to PICK someone to be with for important stuff. Everybody hates me being in their group projects at school, but I don’t know why, because I always end up doing all the work, and I hate it because it takes me forever! And they never give me credit!” He crossed his arms and leaned forward, fuming at the floor. “And people always change… they give you attention for nothing but ignore you when you ask for it… so I want people on my team who make sense! That’s it!” He clicked his heels. “Hnn… being nice would help though… or if they were pretty. Or smart. Or-”

*Shed: Cameron* “Eh, I’m thinking Amelia, Paulie, and Jennifer would make good teammates. They seem well-rounded at worse, and I feel a slight bond with them. I’d be crazy not to want both Tony and Nadine on my team. Oh! And Erika and Avery. So cool. So creepy. Maybe get a collab thing going if things don’t turn out here. REAL conjoined twins on my mystery channel would be insane for business! Or if not, I want to hang with them as much as possible, just for funsies.” She paused, a finger on her chin. “But what if… they don’t think I’M cool!?!?”

*Shed: Stella* “Ahhh! Friends!” She joyfully cheered. She balled her hands and bounced in her seat. “With Mari! Ahhhh!”

*Shed: Avery and Erika* Avery sat with her hand on her lap, and Erika lent to the side on hers. “We reeeeally hope to get better at this whole people thing.” Erika whined, sounding nothing like before. Her voice was still soft, but not sad. “We came onto this show hoping to get used to people outside the orphanage. It’s pathetic to say but… we were most excited that they’d be forced to get along with us.”

“We fall into the creepy twin act on habit.” Avery explained. “We’re just so nervous around new faces. A driving factor to joining was also that Total Drama is notorious for oddballs. If anyone’s going to get used to us quick, and us get used to them, this seemed like just the environment. Like Erika said… pathetic. We know.” They didn’t seem all that embarrassed, though.

Erika perked up. “Team wise? Anyone will do! It’ll all be about the same for us, probably cannon fodder no matter what.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “Pathetic. But hey, if we get any sort of positivity out of this at all, it’ll be- say, will you hold your hand out, I wanna do the thing- yeah like that.” Avery held her hand open palm-up for Erika to throw her fist into. “It’ll ALL be worth it!”

*Shed: Paulie* “HMM…” She gleefully pondered. “Definitely Rosie and Cameron- so wild! And Jennifer’s hilarious, gotta be on her team when she pisses Chris off. Mmm, who else… Jupiter maybe? They look cool- oh yeah! And the twins. Think about it- if they count as two, when we vote them off, we still get to keep them! At least once.”

*Shed: Annabelle* She sat sideways on the bench with her legs propped up. “On the opposite team as Jupiter, my dear little sibling. It’ll be good for them, and best case scenario we both get to the merge and become unstoppable. If you’re wondering why we’re not all like those sisters… we’d be targeted like crazy. Being on separate teams, we’ll have a much wider range of people to target, and I won’t have to worry about having to work against them.” Annabelle’s confidence in her plan sounded a bit more flakey when she continued with the next part, “And the main reason I can’t risk getting targeted due to being related is that… it makes it fifty/fifty on which of us gets voted, and as much as I love them… I have to be the one who gets to the finale.” She propped her cheek on her fist. “Jupiter thinks they have a good plan for the money that I pretended to agree with, but to be real, it’ll go to waste in their hands.”

*Shed: Marina* “It goes without saying, Stella! I don’t baby her, I swear, but she deserved a decent introduction, at least! And she’s not the best at talking, so I’ll probably be pretty necessary for awhile since she’s so excited. Otherwise, Rosie’s so nice and strong! I’d love to be on her team. Amelia’s nice… Jackson’s pretty cool… Nadine seems like she’ll be great in challenges… that kind of stuff!” She propped her hands on her hips in excitement.

*Shed: Tony* “Pft, it doesn’t matter. They’re all simple enough, I’ll get under their skins easily.” He said with way more clarity than before, examining his nails. “Err, not those twins though. There’s no WAY I’d be able to get either of them alone…”

*Shed: Amelia* She sat dainty as ever. “Cameron and Paulie, of course! Being the typical ‘quirky girls,’ they’re going to be looking for someone to give them direction. Tony’ll be useful. Jennifer will be fun to mess with, her being on either team will work just fine. Rosie is too into herself, I think, so I’ll pass on her. Roger is a puppy, he’ll follow me easily. I would say Marina would be a nice addition, but now that she has a sister to look after, not so much. The twins have too much of a specific thing… like on stage, you want to be versatile! I can’t tell how stubborn Nadine will be… she’s a dangerous wildcard. Annabelle and Jackson will probably take orders from something that sounds right, which won’t be any trouble for me. Jupiter can be my replacement Marina, I suppose.” She listed off without a second thought on any of her assumptions.

*Shed: Jackson* “There’s SO many girls on this show. Oh my god. I hope I’m with at least ONE of the two other boys. Chris really would toy with me and put them together on the opposite one without me, UGH. Not that the girls are bad, it’s just- Well, I’m no sexist, just- WHATEVER just trust me on this, ‘kay!? Anyway, Jennifer, Annabelle, and Cameron would be pretty cool too.”

*Shed: Rosie* Her eyes popped open in earnest shock. “There’s a lot of un-camp worthy stuff going on already! Jeez! Who raised these folks!?” She huffed. “Well, I’ll give them one chance each, which that all-black wearing girl better appreciate, ‘cause she said some unsavory things a minute ago! Oh, and that OTHER girl… she’s got like, a point and a half. Any worse offense, and she’ll have to go home, with a lesson at that! I’d love to be on her team, just to make sure she stays in line.” *End*

The last of the confessors tromped out to a beaming Chris. “Now on to the next landmark, we have the winners cabin. Which, as it sounds, is the better of the two cabins for only the most recent winners.” He described as they walked to it. 

They came to a quaint little cottage sitting in a field, another confessional shed sitting nearby. Right in front of it was a basic wooden fence leading up to the front door. Sitting upon the fence, there was a boy of the contestants’ age idly knocking his knees together, flicking his dark eyes from the clouds to the cast as they approached.

He sprung from his seat ahead of Chris, smiling wide and outstretching his arms. He was one of the most wiry people in existence it seemed, at a normal height and with brown skin. Dressed simply, he wore dark green jeans, brown dress shoes, and a golden yellow long-sleeved T-shirt. Well, less simply, he had a short black tophat perched on his head, concealing his hair. He had a weird pair of eyes where instead of his eyelids squinting as he emoted, they simply widened or contracted together perfectly, like the lens of a camera. “Chris! What a bunch!”

“Hello Lucas.” Chris groaned, lazily waving at the boy. “Care to tell this ‘bunch’ what you’re here for?” He sorta flicked his wrist over his shoulder.

Lucas hopped up to his side, training his sight on the others. “I’m Lucas, I’m with the people who know the island this season is taking place on.”

Chris sharply growled at him. Lucas blinked at the host, then brought his wrist to his eyes. With his other hand, he pulled back his sleeve a bit, stared at his skin, then looked up smiling once again. “I’m with the people who OWN this island!”

Chris smacked himself.

“I’ll just be around. I’m not working with the staff, so don’t go asking me for stuff.” Lucas continued.

“Like we can ask them for stuff anyway.” Jackson scoffed light-heartedly.

“Will you be doing… anything?” Nadine asked him.

He shrugged, giving a coy, innocent smile on his sharp-featured face. “I sure do love the idea of Reality TV chores. Much more fun than normal chores.”

Marina chuckled. “I bet, if you aren’t competing.”

“I suppose.”

“Anyway, Lucas’ll be around and if he tells you not to do something, listen to him because his dad might get mad if we mess up his island. I don’t really want to know what will happen if we tick him off.” Chris instructed, and Lucas waved to them at hearing his name. He turned to the boy. “I was showing them the good cabin, so if you could…”

Lucas tilted his torso at a weird angle. “Ooh! I like how they have to be two to a room. How do you think they’ll go about that!?”

Chris grimaced.

“Just pick whoever we like the best on the team.” Cameron shrugged. “Though I do admittedly not share very often.”

Lucas turned to them brimming with intrigue, but Chef shook his head from the back and waved the boy over. He perked up, and left the host’s side happily.

“You know what? The cabin speaks for itself when you go inside. Let’s move on to the loser’s cabin.” He lead the cast on the path. From the rear, Chef and Lucas shared dark giggles that all the others nervously picked up on.

They walked this path the longest yet, a curve in the walk suggesting they were walking the perimeter of something, hinted even more so as fences were a prominent feature on one side of them. A grey mass in the distance came into focus, nearly drawing all the attention from the shabby shack in front of it.

“Cool.” Annabelle said while looking up at the gnarled forest, in slight awe.

“Nasty.” Stella added.

“Isn’t it?” Chris asked proudly, before shaking back his senses. “Ahem. THIS is the loser’s cabin. It’s worse than the other one in most ways, the confessional shed is attached to the side, AND it comes with a chore.”

The teenagers groaned prematurely, before they even knew what it was. It made the host even happier. “After a challenge is lost, the losing team will come here after voting off one of their members. You will then be tasked with keeping the untamed part of the island at bay, however you can.”

“What?” Rosie cried, aghast, yet again. “If it’s growing then it’s alive, and it’s not okay in the slightest to cut away living trees!”

“Rosie Rosie Rosie, this forest is SUPER invasive and dangerous. I assure you, it’ll take over this island within a few DAYS of being left untouched, and there’s nothing good inside it. Trust me.” Chris seemed a bit serious. “And as for all of you, don’t be stupid, reckless, curious, or any of that other dumb teenage stuff and try to explore it. That is literally the only important job Lucas has, to make sure none of you act that idiotically.” For anyone who looked towards him, Lucas once again waved his hands at his name. “Because I’ve been at this for way too long to know that at least someone will try it.”

Rosie still looked worried, but after giving the weird forest another look, didn’t press it.

“Now!” Chris clapped his hands. “It’s time to find out who here you have to trust and rely on for your success in the challenges- your teammates! And don’t worry, once the merge hits, you’ll all be in charge of forest taming! But that’s a ways down the road. For now, will the people I call stand over to where I point” Chris motioned to two sides in front of him, Chef and Lucas moving behind the host. Chef whispered something to the boy, who went happily sprinting off.

“Tony,” The massive contestant trucked over to the right side.

“Annabelle,” He pointed to the left. She slightly nodded and contentedly moved away.

“Paulie,” She cockily made a ‘heh’ sound and fingered her bandana as she made her way to the right.

“Stella,” She brightened, coming up to Annabelle. “Hi!” She said, and Annabelle returned the greeting with a chuckle.

“Jackson,” The boy pumped his fist, then paused and coughed into it as he walked over. Paulie smiled at him, and he returned it.

“Marina,” Said contestant had been sweating bullets the second her sister had been called, and was relieved to be pointed in her direction- and so soon at that.

“Amelia,” She walked to the right with a happy wave, turning to face the host promptly once she arrived.

“Erika,” The twins paused before slowly making their way to the left.

“Jupiter,” They jolted, muttering “Ah, y- yes!” and walked to the right.

“Rosie,” She adjusted her non-existent tie before making her way over.

“Roger,” He pointed to the right to make sure, and Chris aggressively pointed in that direction even harder. Jackson beamed at his arrival.

“Cameron,” The girl sprung up as she made her way to the left, and Rosie’s eyes glittered down at her.

“Jennifer,” The goth nodded like she expected it, and went to the right.

“Nadine,” She calmly walked over to the left, no flair nor expression.

“And Avery,” Chris pointed for the final time, to the right.

The clearing was silent.

“Uhhh…. NO?” Jackson stated incredulously.

“What the heck, Chris?” Cameron shouted, flinging her arm around the twins’ shoulders. The twins, who had yet to emote to the announcement themselves, jumped slightly at the touch. “That’s not right, cool, OR possible. So stop joking, man!”

Chris chuckled remorselessly. “What’s wrong about it?”

“They CAN’T- not to offend-” Jennifer interrupted herself to make that note to the twins, “They literally can not be on both teams, and you know it, so stop being cruel.”

“Yeah, pretend I said it like that.” Cameron pointed to the goth.

“I’m not being cruel! As you can see with Marina and Stella, I’d never split apart sisters, and the twins still look together to me!” The host stifled a laugh.

*Shed: Jupiter* They sighed, their shoulders slumping. *End*

“That’s the opposite of funny, Chris.” Nadine grumbled, running her hand down her face.

He planted his hands on his hips. At this time, Lucas returned with two flashy props in hand. Chris didn’t pay him any mind yet. “Well I think we’re all forgetting to ask the people this is about. Avery! Erika! What do you say? Can you do it?”

The twins perked up, flicking their eyes to each other. They whispered in the space between them quickly. With the first smile they ever mustered in front of the others, Avery said, “We can handle it.”

Chris seemed to be the only one completely happy about that, but the contestants let it be.

“Um. So I guess we should like…” Paulie did an awkward step out, “Get a little closer?”

“Just a tad.” Amelia agreed, and the teams wedged a little closer, the twins tilting to be standing with them both.

“You all on the right,” The host reached behind him to take one of the props, “You are the Cheshire Queens.” He tossed the object, shaped like a long scepter with a big, heart-shaped gem sitting up top. Paulie caught it with a smile.

“And you,” He turned to the others, “Are the Hare Hatters.” He tossed a tube-shaped hat with white bunny ears coming out the sides to the team, and Stella eagerly caught it.

“It’s dumb!” She said, putting it on.

Chris ignored her. “With that, we can now,”

Lucas’s eyes grew wide behind him, bouncing on his heels, clasping his hands tightly.

“Start the first challenge.” The host stated simply. The boy behind him looked incredibly aggravated that it didn’t have the flair he was pumped for, and turned away. “A nice little scavenger hunt to get you guys used to the garden. At the expense of one of you on the losing team, of course, but such is life.” He produced two folded squares of paper from his back pocket. “Y’all ready?”

[grandmasterofwangxiancultivation]

SV ch.49

not even new years eve’s preparations can stop me from reading this. and it begins with women bickering and lowkey fighting over lbh! ptf- ladies, he is gay for sqq. end of the story :3

EDIT: sqq analysis of the female characters is GOLD, like a true reader!

Looking at it from this perspective, Luo Binghe really… is doing quite miserably!

Dignified Stallion novel male protagonist, are you still okay in that department?

SQQ MAKING ME LAUGH IS THE BEST LAST GIFT OF 2018 THANK YOU. why do you think that’s the case, babe? lbh is waiting for someone special GUESS WHO. GUESS.

omg is someone going to tell him how gay lbh is for him? he even KEPT HIS CORPSE FORGODSAKE-

EDIT 2: 

Could it be that the male protagonist’s coolness level was now no longer tied to him? Or in other words, was the male protagonist’s “coolness” no longer here?

(THEY ARE TIED TO YOUR A- uhm.)

This… Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but look up at the gloomy Luo Binghe, and suddenly felt like he couldn’t stare straight.

(he can’t stare straight a.k.a. how sqq became gay)

Oh no, could it be that he has committed a sin by raising a perfectly good Stallion novel protagonist… into an asexual?!

*chokes*

EDIT 3: 

He had clearly just been curiously onlooking in the Huan Hua Palace. How did he unknowingly walk into a bamboo forest? And no matter how he looked at it, it was a quite familiar bamboo forest….

(...WHAT THE hell? why is he in a forest, i’m confused-)

Cang Qiong Mountain, Qing Jing Peak.

(b u t- did he teleport himself there or something? WHAT IS HE DOING THERE, WHAT’S HAPPENING, EXPLAIN-)

EDIT 4:

System: [Your current location: Luo Binghe’s dreamscape.]

When Luo Binghe’s consciousness was unstable and wildly fluctuating, bystanders would often be affected. They would be sucked into this dreamscape as immense as a deep-sea whirlpool. In other words, they would get screwed by falling into his immeasurably vast “brain hole.” See the beginning of the original Dream Demon encounter transcript for details.

omg OMG LBH’S DREAMSCAPE I KNOW WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN, I THINK I KNOW, I THINK I READ IT SOMEWHERE OMG ARE THEY REALLY GONNA KISS? i don’t rembember where, but i saw a fan art with the two of them- OKAY BETTER KEEP READING

EDIT 5: 

Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but lament: It’s been a long time since he last saw such a little fresh sunshine youth Luo Binghe. 

(aaaaaah teenage lbh gives me life alkfdpokajefpioeq but why do i feel like that’s a trick?)

As he strode over, Luo Binghe called out in high spirits: “Shizun!”

Shen Qingqiu was hidden in the dark, so this was naturally not directed at him. He turned his gaze and indeed saw someone wearing a green robe standing at the end of the stone-paved road.

(OMG I’M SHIVERING, sqq watching himself an lbh together, pls, gayness, pls can you SPARK RIGHT NOW-)

Luo Binghe obediently tried again. As a result, this time Luo Binghe did not ram into him. Instead, with a slip of his feet, he directly hugged Shen Qingqiu’s waist.

(such a clever little shit, look how cute he is hugging his beloved shizun :3)

EDIT 6:

In the dreamscape enchantment that Luo Binghe created for himself, he would certainly only choose memories he felt were the most beautiful. If the memories of Qing Jing Peak could occupy a place here, they should be related to Ning Yingying. Why would there be this section?

(I- *sighs and throws her arms in the air* I give uP, I GIVE UP HOW CAN HE E THIS OBLIVIOUS? THE ANSWER IS IN THE QUESTION!!!! if the memories he feels are the most beautiful are those with you, wHAT DO YOU THINK THAT M E A N S-)

Thinking like this seemed a little vain, but…… probably… perhaps… just maybe… this section of master-disciple affection was placed a bit higher in Luo Binghe’s heart than Shen Qingqiu had imagined?

(COME ON SHIZUN, COME ON, YOU CAN DO IT! THAT’S THE RIGHT DIRECTION!)

EDIT 7:

Suddenly, a thread of chilly air crept up Shen Qingqiu’s neck, as if there was a both cold and hot line of sight climbing up along his spine.

(SHIT HE IS HERE. HE IS HERE.)

Shen Qingqiu’s first reaction wasn’t to take to his heels and start sprinting for it, but to stay in place and adjust his facial expression to his most natural.

(i love that he doesn’t really fear him. i love this, so much words can’t even begin to convey it. PLS LET LBH KNOW IT’S YOU. PLEASE)

EDIT 8: 

Shen Qingqiu braced himself and met his gaze.

After a long while, it was Luo Binghe who first sighed.

He murmured: “Being able to dream… is still nice.”

(OKAY WHAT DOES IT MEAN, LBH THINKS THAT SQQ IS PART OF THE DREAM? WHAT. BIG, POWERFUL DREAM LORD, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT’S THE REAL THING!! ODIJGOEIJGFIER THESE TWO WILL BREAK ME-

also, lbh pls don’t be so sad and anguished, or else i’ll feel like dying-)

Seeing him leaning against the bamboo and staring blankly, Shen Qingqiu remembered his dazed appearance on the head seat during the day, all alone. Then upon comparing this version of him with the impressive commanding splendor of the original work, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

(omg my heart, mY HEART. PLS SHIZUN. YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN GIVE HIM HAPPINESS.)

EDIT 9:

Luo Binghe said: “I wonder if Shizun could have a word with me.”

Shen Qingqiu’s heart was currently filled with sympathy for Luo Binghe, so he pleasantly and amiably replied: “Okay. What do you want to talk about?”

He didn’t expect that after he spoke up, Luo Binghe instead froze. He instantly stood up straight and left the bamboo, a trace of disbelief showing on his face.

Oops. Shen Qingqiu thought: Does he think this reaction isn’t right?

(ANXIETY

sqq stop talking bullshit, what you are feeling is called love, not sympathy-)

After remaining silent for a while, Luo Binghe spoke up: “In the past, Shizun never even bothered to look at me, just walked off on his own, don’t even mention talking with me. Perhaps my imagination today is a little too beautiful.”

Shen Qingqiu’s heart stirred.

(OMG I FEEL LIKE CRYING, HOW LONELY HAD MY BABY BEEN UNTIL NOW, THIS IS SO UNFAIR, PLS GIVE HIM HIS SHIZUN, BE HIS SHIZUN AGAIN SOHVCOIWJFIOW)

EDIT 10: sqq patting lbh’s head gives me the same chills that wwx’s calling lwj “er gege” gives me.

He had barely patted twice when all of a sudden, Luo Binghe raised his arm, his left hand gripping Shen Qingqiu’s left wrist.

Shen Qingqiu’s expression solidified as he thought: Isn’t this a bit too close?

(AND IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING IS HAPPENING OMG)

Immediately afterward, his right wrist was also firmly grasped. Suddenly looking up, Shen Qingqiu felt his vision blur.

As if gently touched by feathers, his cheeks were swept. A strange sensation came from his lips, both soft and slightly cool.

His eyes opened wide, meeting Luo Binghe’s dark pupils. His throat bobbed with difficulty.

He wanted to speak but had no way to open his mouth. Because his mouth was bitten.

(omg OMG YES-)

EDIT 11: LSKFNPISJOPKDGPOKSROPGKWRO

EDIT 12:

What ultimately breached his state of complete breakdown was a system reminder accompanied by its own celebratory BGM: [Coolness Points +500! Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things must be said three times! ]

THE SYSTEM GIVING HIM COOL POINTS FOR BEING GAY IS LIFE

Shen Qingqiu: “What. The. F***——————?!?!”

He finally understood why Luo Binghe had not pushed down a single girl to the point where not a single shadow of the 3000 harem beauties had been seen, yet the coolness points had never decreased.

Because he had used Shen Qingqiu to make up for the coolness points aaaaaaahhhhh!!!

FINALLY. FINALLY GUYS, FINALLY, I CAN’T BELIEVE I FINALLY UNDERSTOOD!!! WHAT A BEATIFUL WAY TO END THE YEAR, THANK YOU SO MCH MXTX!!!

SQQ DON’T BE AN IDIOT ABOUT IT AND K I S S  H I M  B A C K omg i need ch.50 NOW

[e-dollly]

E. Guess what. My stupid self has SOMEHOW managed to get a crush on RJ. (He’s the guy I told you about through messaging, remember?) But oh my Lordy lord, I actually have a crush on this guy! Ack! Lmao kidding, he’s not bad. But he hasn’t been at practice since Wednesday! Ugh. I don’t know why either! I hope he’s ok though. But I told my friend (who is his best friend, the one who said that RJ had a crush on me at the meet a couple weeks ago) and he started saying a bunch of suspicious stuff like ‘lightning only strikes once’ and whatever. But first he told me to kiss him!! I was like what??!! No?! And I told my OTHER guy friend and he agreed! I think he might have a crush on me, or see me as a friend cuz I’m literally the only girl that he’ll talk to. Ughhhhhh help!

Aaaaaaahhhhh omg omg maybe he likes youuu ??? But kissing without being in a relationship ?? Maybe ask him out first, right ??

[anime-dub-transcripts]

Hetalia: Axis Powers Episode #10 Transcript

This episode has France's strong times, chaos with a mouse, and turbulence in the Holy Roman Empire.

France: What’s that? I was not invited to the after meeting party?

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French man: Oui, I heard they had a pretty good time.

(Oui: Yes → French)

French man: Rumor has it none of them wanted you there.

France’s thoughts: They had a pretty good time without me?

(France: Weheheheheheheh!)

{Caption: Them}

Britain, America, Russia, China: Hahahaha!

France’s thoughts: How unfair! Although I can understand why. Still, though, how could they leave this gorgeousness out of the Allies?

(France: Weheheheheheh!)

{Text on sign: Conference Room}

France’s thoughts: Dammit! They think they’re so much better than me! Don’t they know who I am? I am the world-renowned France! All I have to do is to put my mind to it and I can be very strong!

{Caption: 1337 - 1453 The Hundred Years’ War}

Soldiers: YAAAAAAHHHHH!

{Caption: Remember…this was a time when I was strong}

France: Remember, this was when I was strong.

{Caption: 1412 - 1431 Joan of Arc}

Britain: Look, France totally has to have a girl help him!

Britain, British soldiers: What a loser!

Joan: What does he mean by “loser”?

France: Nothing, nothing at all.

{Text on map #1: England}

{Text on map #2: England}

{Text on map #3: Spain}

{Text on map #4: France}

{Text on map #5: Holy Roman Empire}

France: The tea lover over there took the top half of my body because probably God was busy with something else. You see, I even have God on my side most of the time.

{Caption: 1803 - 1815 The Napoleonic Wars}

Napoleon: There is nothing impossible! Now charge!

French soldiers: OHONHONHONHON!

{Caption: French ‘Army’}

French soldiers: AAAAAAAHHHHH!

Britain: Bravo! Those idiots fell right into my trap!

Napoleon: I’ve had enough. Please kill me.

France: This is terrible! I knew about the damn trap the entire time! I am sure that God was just gassy…or something, but that is not the point! I’m amazingly strong and don’t you forget it!

{Caption: 1588 England defeated Spain’s Invincible Armada}

{Caption: Shakespeare…}

Britain: Hahaha! So, Spain, now you know what happens if you mess with my pirates! We will annihilate you!

France: YAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY! Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

{Caption: Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!}

(Spain: Aah oh! Aah oh! Aah oh!)

{Caption: 1740 - 1748 War of the Austrian Succession}

Prussia: Hey, Austria, it must suck balls to have Silesia taken away by force, huh?

France: UWAAAAAAAAAAAA! Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.

Austria: You are an ass!

(France: Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack)

France: You see, I really am the strongest after all!

{Caption: France…}

{Caption: Their killer technique is…}

{Caption: Profiting from the sidelines}

Germany: Oh, so sorry to bother you, but would you put your hands up?

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{Caption #1: Hetalia}

{Caption #2: Chibitalia}

Children: Chibitalia!

Holy Rome: What’s a filthy rat doing in here?

(Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak)

Dream Chibitalia: AAAAAHHHHH!

(Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak)

Holy Rome: I guess I’ll have to get rid of it if I want to keep the peace in this house!

(Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak)

Holy Rome: Hey, rat, stop right there!

(Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!)

Holy Rome: How dare you run away from me! Stop it!

(Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak)

Mouse: Squeak, squeak, squeak!

Holy Rome: Hehm! Yes! I’ve got you now! HA!

Chibitalia: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

Mouse: Squeak!

Holy Rome: Why do I always manage to mess things up? Weheheheheheh!

Austria: Don’t ask me.

Narrator: At Holy Roman Empire’s house, there was also a girl named Miss Hungary. She was in a similar situation to Italy. Despite her pitiful circumstance, she managed to be a very cheerful, nice young lady. One day, Miss Hungary decided to put her clothes on Italy.

Hungary: You look so adorable.

Chibitalia: Something doesn’t seem right about it, but whatever. Hey, Holy Rome! Look at me! I’m wearing Miss Hungary’s clothes today!

Holy Rome: Wait, but why? I’m confused…auh! Mmhmm. Mmhmm. Mmhmm.

Chibitalia: What’s wrong? You’re freaking me out!

(Holy Rome: Mmhmm. Mmhmm)

(Hungary: Hehehehehe!)

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Man #1: Things are turbulent!

Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!

Man #1: Things are turbulent!

Narrator: The atmosphere in Holy Rome’s house is more than a little turbulent these days.

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

Narrator: People both inside and outside the house are lashing out at poor Mr. Austria.

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

Hungary: What is their problem? They all act like they own the place lately. I think they really just want to find a reason to attack Mr. Austria.

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

Hungary: It would be awful if relatives started killing each other!

(Man #1: Things are turbulent!)

(Man #2: I’m lashing out at you!)

Chibitalia: NOOOOOOO!

Austria: Huah!

{Caption: Irritated}

Narrator: Unfortunately for Holy Rome, all that turbulent atmosphere and negative energy ended up swallowing his house and its surroundings.

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France: So, Britain…I have something important to say to you. I would like…for you to marry me.

Britain: Ahuhh…

{Caption: Next time…}

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Long Time 3/?

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

(Y/n) woke slowly looking around. Loki was laying next to her, at least his torso naked. She quickly looked down at herself seeing that she was wearing a green nightgown. She groaned thinking about the previous night. She had given in. She had given in like that, and now. Now Loki was going to destroy this world. Loki stirred next to her and she quickly shut her eyes, turning, and hoping he would think her asleep.

“Good try (y/n), but you can’t trick a trickster” Loki kissed (y/n)'s cheek, turning to face her.

“You can’t fool me” Loki’s lips brushed against (y/n)’s ear as her eyes slowly opened.

“Loki, please come home” Loki had begun slowly kissing down her neck, but stopped at the question, growling slightly.

“To what, a whole world hostile to me, with only your love to combat it?” Loki, forced (y/n) to face him, his eyes full of anger.

“Yes, come back to me” (Y/n) pulled away, standing up across the bed.

“Are we really going to have this argument every time you realize this whole thing is bigger than just us?” Loki stood, his voice traced with annoyance. This was all much harder than it needed to be.

“What your doing is wrong Loki” (Y/n)'s eyes flickered over Loki, relieved that he was wearing pants.

“What I’m doing is claiming a throne that was taken from me!” Loki swept towards (y/n), pausing just before her, noticing the slight flicker of fear.

“That throne was always meant for Thor. Don’t try and trick yourself. We both no it won’t work” (Y/n) did here best to stand her ground. She was unsure of what he was capable of because he was no longer the Loki that she knew.

“Listen here. I am going to rule this world, and you will be with me when I do. You will be queen” Loki shoved (y/n) against the wall his hand gripping her arms tightly. She did her best to keep a straight face, but Loki knew that with the force he was exerting on her was enough to leave bruises.

“I do not want to be queen if it will cost this much” (Y/n) did her best to push back, but Loki simply slammed her against the wall again, she could feel it cracking behind her.

“Coward” Loki hissed out the word mere inches from (Y/n)'s face, anger consuming him.

“No Loki. You are the coward for not facing who you truly are” (Y/n) winced in pain, her eyes screwing shut from the pain.

“I didn’t want to do this to you, I wanted you to see the truth” Loki pick (y/n) up, throwing her on the bed before reaching for his scepter.

“For me to see your truth you’d have to put me under a spell again” (Y/n) propped herself up her elbows, ready to face what ever came next.

"So be it" Loki growled, tipping the end to her chest; watching as the crystal blue consumed her eyes.

Loki POV

It was over, he had lost the battle, but oh, the war was far from over. Thor grabbed his collar lifting him just off the ground.

“Where is lady (y/n)?” Thor asked, anger clouding his eyes. Loki chuckled lightly. Before Tony stormed in.

“Thor I found her, bastard had her here the whole time” Tony stood a small tablet in his hand as a map was projected slightly above the screen. Thor tossed Loki against the nearest wall before running to find (y/n).

Loki stood up slowly following the two men to wear he had safely hid (y/n). Thor was already crouched next to her, trying to shake the girl awake. (Y/n) laid deathly still in her full battle armor, a small ink black dot at the center of her heart was the only thing out of place. Loki smiled coyly.

“Oh dear, she isn’t going to wake up if you keep doing that, I can promise you” Thor’s head snapped at Loki the minute his voice filled the room.

“What did you do Loki?” Thor stood, turning to face the trickster. It was at that instant that (y/n) woke up a blood curling scream shooting from her lips as she thrashed on the bed, the ink spreading outward, quickly covering her chest. Loki moved, only to be halted by Thor.

“Do you want me to stop her pain or not?” Loki spat at Thor, his eyes locking for a brief second with (y/n).

“Fine, but do it from here” Thor stood between Loki and (y/n), her screams filling the half destroyed tower.

“No-aaaaaaahhhhh- closer” (Y/n) did her best to try and break in words between her uncontrollable screams, eventually she was able to finish her sentence. “let him do what he needs to” Loki’s smile grew as he shoved Thor aside, coming to (y/n)’s side in seconds. (Y/n) glared daggers at him, she knew what spell he had used on her, and she also knew the only cure.

Loki gently lifted (y/n)’s head with his icy fingers, his lips brushed against (y/n)’s waiting for her to move. After an agonizing minute she did, her lips hungrily clashing against his. The ink dot receded slowly, with it came (y/n)’s ability to move as she wrapped her arms around Loki’s neck, hanging off of him.

“Enough” Thor bellowed as soon as the black was gone from (y/n)’s chest. He grabbed the collar of Loki’s armor hauling him away. Tony came to help (y/n) up, locking her arms behind her back.

“I’m not the enemy here” (Y/n) said, trying to free herself.

“From what I’ve seen you might as well be” Tony followed Thor down and away from New York.

tag list: @atlantianbloodliar @deidreexx @princeofsassgard   @onlyloki @hello-i-dont-have-a-name @heaven-bound-sinner

[nightblink]

Blink Reads Oathbringer - Chapters 13-16

Chapter Thirteen – Chaperone

I’d be tempted by a balcony too, Shallan, especially one bound to have a great view.

It’d be good for Shallan to be able to Lightweave herself into Veil without needing sketches beforehand. It’s a good limitation to have on her powers, especially at first, but she’s going to need more flexibility.

Thank the Heralds that Sebarial and Palona are looking out for you to make sure that you do things like eat. You’re the type that gets submerged in your art or whatever you’re doing and somehow ignores the body’s pleas for sustenance.

…that’s not Palona.

He’s so distracted upon seeing her that he stumbles – what happened to your coordination, Kholin? [cackles] But he “didn’t even have the decency to blush” – yeah, he was probably too busy appreciating-

You did invite him in.

Oh hello little tidbits – “born under the sign of the nine”? Wait, isn’t nine the bad number in Vorin theology? That… does not assuage my worries for you in the slightest. At least having a birthmark is benign, and dear lord, is that an attempt to invite her into your rooms while you’re half-dressed? Adolin. Propriety, young man!

Dopey grin is canon.

‘Ash’s eyes’ – is that a new swearing-by-the-Heralds, or one we’ve heard before?

‘She’d traveled to the ancient city of the Knights Radiant, but compared to Adolin’s affection, all the sights of Urithiru were dun spheres.’ Be still my shipper heart

Plopping right down onto the floor with all their food, it’s such a comfortable atmosphere!

Shallan, I know you have new detail to add to your fap material, but later, okay?

Oh now he starts blushing and worrying about propriety. Now that his brain’s caught up with the rest of him, the Alethi Sensibilities are coming out.

SHALLAN. wOW girl, you are thirsty. (I don’t think he’d mind)

‘Fake it ‘til you make it’ really does help, Shallan, at least it did/does so for me. Glad to see you’re reaping the benefits – enough to have it recognized by others!

Oh no, oh nooo, she’s spiraling again…

I don’t think he entirely believed that answer.

“A Shallanspren.” Pretty much, yeah.  omg Adolin don’t poke poor Pattern. Das rude. I’m imagining his fractals going all spiky in annoyance.

“Inappropriate? Such as… dividing by zero?” Pattern you are amazing

I’m so happy that she can find happiness, be happy, content, able to revel in this sort of little moment that can never be captured. Shallan needs little moments like this in her life, spots of brightness to hold onto when the dark feels like it’s overwhelming

Come on, Shallan, come on, try the men’s food, you know you want to-!

Well. Adolin likes spicy-as-fuck dishes, confirmed.

PATTERN OH MY G O D

“accidentally” pATTERN that’s not how it works and fucking hell, I’m laughing too hard to be at my desk for this

“NO MATING.” Dead, I’m just dead, Send me off to the Farplane now

(he probably saw what you were imagining in your head earlier, Shallan. It’s your own fault, really)

!!! He noticed how she felt in the meeting and thought he’d help try to rectify that! Goddamn it you two have such a great dynamic

Thank you Brandosando for confirming again that Adolin is highly educated despite being illiterate - a future HIghprince has to know how to run their princedom, after all. Those ardents must have had fits trying to get him to sit down and pay attention, though (I’m still of the mind that he’s ADHD and nothing has popped up to contradict this so far)

Aaand there’s the pacing.

yOU TWO. Both wanting this to work but almost unsure of your own worth to each other, cradling that warmth of hope and spark of affection that’s maybe even growing to love

“You only ruined the wrong ones, you see.” that’s not the greatest appeal to his logic but damn if it doesn’t work. AND HE GOES IN FOR THE KISS-

“No mating!”

Pattern you are a gem

 Chapter Fourteen - Squires Can’t Capture

‘They were playing cards.’ Yeaaaaaah, they must have escaped Odium’s influence somehow. But how?

‘What in Damnation’s depths?’ another good swear to remember!

Workform, then. 

I flip the page and FUCKING HELL I thought I was tossed into a Cthulu or White Wolf Black Spiral Dancers sourcebook for a moment before the details resolved themselves out of the greater picture.

 ‘Shallan’s Sketchbook - Corridor’? ....dude. That. Shallan. Shallan. That is not at all like the style we saw you use in previous books. That is a Coping Sketch.

We were definitely wrong about how the Everstorm would hit the parshmen, at least for right now. These aren’t Voidbringers - or at least they’re not mindless, probably not controlled either? What is going on

Wait- was that a spren?

Best option, Kaladin. Good choice.

(I think.)

Chapter Fifteen - Brightness Radiant

So the second body was found in the same area as well as being the same manner of murder? I can’t remember if that area ‘belonged’ to one of the Highprinces or not

The fidgeting with the ball only enhances/reinforces my ADHD headcanon for him

I know they’re (supposedly) looking at all the options, but that’s not terribly convincing, Adolin. [winces] And while he’s right, Shallan, he just has information you don’t. Damning information.

Oooo, Shallan’s going to investigate, isn’t she. Veil time? Veil time?

Oh no Adolin what are you going to say, are- are you actually working yourself up to tell her?

...maybe. Toeing the cultural boundaries is certainly something to be unsure of especially for Vorins, but... perhaps.

(Blame him, Shallan. You’re going to be tasting spice for days.)

Ohhhh no no no, this is bringing up things she’s been trying to repress even though she can’t, Adolin come on, use that uncanny insight of yours-!

The snark would be funny if it were actually playful instead of a deflecting tactic.

[winces] Shallan, I know you’re fighting your PTSD right now, but that thought was really classist.

[buries face in hands] Adolin this is not a good time, I know you’re excited, you want to share this with her and your mind is set, but Shallan is not up for this right now. This could trigger a full on panic attack.

That is... a way to cope. Fake it til you make it. And it’s another personality inside her, she’s just strengthening it, bringing it to the forefront. But she’s once again avoiding facing the issue - because if she faces it she’ll shatter.

(They’re opposites in that way - Adolin facing the problem directly, Shallan deflecting. Very firebender vs waterbender mentality.)

Oh, Pattern.

This is going to bottle up inside until she breaks. Again.

...can he tell the difference, I wonder? She’s still Shallan, but... a different aspect of Shallan.

HAH, that little shove! Oh, I’m flashing back to kung fu practice years ago...

[SNORTS] Zahel, they know you too well. (If you’d ever tried that with Vivenna, she would not be having it.)

He’s been doing this since he was six, Shallan, cut him a little slack. He’s internalized the ‘mysticism’ and it makes sense on a deep level to him, at least.

He’s right about the unlearning, Shallan. Just trust him.

But don’t cut him any slack for the chicken.

part of it might be from being a duelist but I swear that part of it is more

“She knew that passion - she’d felt what it was to be alive with interest, to be consumed by something so fully that you lost yourself to the wonder of it. For her it was art, but watching him, she thought that the two of them weren’t so different.” - @heliokrantor LOOK LOOK WE WROTE ALMOST THIS E X A C T THING IN ‘BEFORE THE DUEL’ . Just. an entire fic of it. [highfives] Fuckyeah.

And at the end, she finds peace. 

Chapter Sixteen - Wrapped Three Times

So. Does that make the Honorblades Splinters of Honor?

TELL US ABOUT THE REQUIREMENTS FOR PLATE, STORMFATHER. At least what Oathlevel a Radiant can get/materialize/whatever it at!

Frightened? The Stormfather can feel fear? On the sort of level that a human/Parshendi/mortal can feel emotion?

At least Navani is staying occupied by rolling up her sleeves and taking on civil engineering projects. (They’ll certainly need it.) I’d thought she was a conceptual mechanical engineer, but apparently her interests are broader than just that!

Dalinar is being v e r y careful about the amount of unbridled power he allows himself, and after seeing the flashbacks I can only think thank god.

Did Stormfather just confirm that he was a Cognitive Shadow, or was that pure metaphor?

Is... is this guard giving Dalinar shit for not obeying his own directives? Dude, you have steel-plated balls.

....are you one of Lopen’s ‘cousins’.

A watch! How common are those? Probably not at all, but how did Nanavi get it? Was she the one who managed to engineer a clock down to watch-size?

Oooof, that heresy is hitting you in unexpected ways. Even your own swordmaster ardents don’t want much to do with you anymore.

And then, of course, there’s Zahel. Hi Vasheeeeer. You gonna reveal yourself anytime during this series?

Please continue confusing the Rosharans with your Nalthian turns of phrase. It’s vastly entertaining.

wrESTLING? I. Well. Okay then. Barechested, tight-pantsed wrestling it is, then. ‘Vehah match’, note to remember what that’s called.

I wonder, if you hadn’t stopped reaching for the Thrill, would you have been able to grasp it? Or does the Nahel bond prevent it from taking hold?

OH OH STORMLIGHT. YES. DO THE THING DALINAR DO THE THING BREATHE THE LIGHT

Or not. Fair fight, that’s respectable.

You were enjoying the sight Navani, don’t try to say otherwise.

‘GEMHEART’ AS AN ENDEARMENT. AAAAAAAHHHHH.  It's like telling one "not only are you the greatest and most beautiful of gems, one who holds the light of my life, but also I would fight armies and chasmfiends for you". I love it. Give me more of this.

Three monarchs for the Iri - two kings and a queen. Are they joint rulers? Poly? Or do they all rule over separate parts of Iri? I’m inclined to think the latter since apparently it’s only the queen that has influence over foreign policy.

Ooo, are you going to try to bully your ardents into speaking with you, Dal? 

“I was merely one in a long line of idiots given the ability to kill people too easily. Well at least you can recognise and admit that.

Navani, you should know by now that it’s easier for the men of your family to think when they’re in motion. All of them, including Dalinar.

“Alethkar has not been relevant in the world since the Sunmaker’s fall.” Yeaaaah, you’ve all been warring amongst yourselves in your divided princedoms - you’ve not even been a real kingdom and therefore a power on the world scale up until the unification, and then after Gavilar dies you took all your Highprinces over to fight another, rather pointless war. It’s no wonder the rest of the world won’t leap when you call.

Oooo, shit, all of Iri-Rira is still salty over the Alethi getting Adolin’s Plate? Damn.

hello reference for how to wear takama. I’m keeping you too.

“You sound like your niece!” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” 10/10 here for Dalinar questioning his faith while still keeping faith

!!!! Conscious surgebinding! There’s Adhesion, but we still need to know what on Roshar Tension does. I’m still drawing a blank on that one. Sanderson please don’t keep us in the dark for too long on this one.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he heard he wife’s name

Evi

(your brother’s death wasn’t what broke you. it was hers. and now, with your spren filling the cracks in your soul, you’re starting to remember)

[talltyrionnlannister]

The Birds and... the Birds? Summary: Clarke Griffin is in her senior year of high school and questioning her sexuality. She takes to the internet to try and figure out her thought process and ends up talking to an openly gay girl anonymously through Tumblr. Little does she know that the girl is actually the extremely intimidating Lexa Woods in multiple of her classes who she would never speak to if she could help it.

Fandom: The 100 Chapters: 16/? Words: 61,869 Rating: Mature Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa Tags: Alternate Universe - High School, Slow Burn, Sexuality Crisis, Eventual Smut, Eventual Relationships No Archive Warnings Apply

chapter 16 is up and i am very excited to share it aaaaaaahhhhh