#actually if i can think of one thing wrong with his 2nd costume (besides no freaky bug claws) it's WHERE IS HIS CROWN?

[melonisopod]

I'll always believe Oberon's crown was something the bugs made for him. They somehow scraped together enough material to make a little crown of golden stars and he probably remarked how flimsy and stupid it looked but then he NEVER went anywhere without it, almost never took it off, always made sure to take good care of it.

[noonaduck]

SeXd (sex ed) pt.7

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader genre: Fluff,smut, non idol Au Warnings: cursing, fingering, oral (female receiving), sexsexsex Words: 5518 A/N: Helloo, its finally here. I rewrote the whole 2nd half of the part so it took twice as long as it would without me doing it. I had to change the whole plot points because I felt so unhappy. I hope you enjoy the results. PS. short reminder for new readers that English aint my 1st language and plus to that I have mild dyslexia so errors may and will occur despite my editing. Summaray: Y/N is a woman who is inexperienced in anything when it comes to relationships and sex. Luckily her friend Jimin along with his six other friends decide to show her what she has been missing.

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[gifs belongs to their rightful owners ] You were sure that Jimin was avoiding you. At first you had dismissed your thought as Jimin being busy now when his musical was on full speed.  That being the reason why he was always leaving the room when you entered or how he only replied shortly to your messages. When you saw him to do full 180 degree turn when he saw you on theater hallway you knew that he did it on purpose. You were furious, you haven't give any reason for him to act on that way. You have talked to him like you normally do and greeted him every time you walked past him on the hallways. You decide to follow Jimin despite the fact he was going to whole different direction where you were originally heading.

''Park Jimin stop right there!'' You jell while stomping after him. Jimin's movements halts and he freezes like a little kid who has been caught from a cookie jar. Jimin spins around and smiles awkwardly. ''Oh, hi Y/N, I didn't notice you.'' ''You are such a liar Jimin.'' You huff when you stop in front of him. You have crossed your arms and if look could kill Jimin would be dead by now. ''I don't know what you are imp-'' ''Don't you fucking dare to say that you don't know what I'm talking about.'' You tell angrily. Couple of your co-workers walks past of you and glances you curiously. Jimin glares them and they turn their heads towards the direction where they are headed hurrying their steps. ''Fine, but not here, follow me.'' Jimin begans walking without waiting for you to follow. Even when you are angry you can't deny the fact that seeing Jimin's butt in his tight skinny jeans doesn't affect you. Focus Y/N, you are mad. You shake your thoughts and hurry after him before he completely disappears from your sight. Jimin stops dramatically in front of random door and waves you to step in with mocking bow. You roll your eyes to his gesture and look around in the spacious room. There is racks full of clothes and more clothes. You are in the storage room where costumes that aren't in use are kept. Jimin closes the door after him and you are left alone into the dusty room, you can even see how the dust particles dance on the dim light. ''Now, can you tell me why you have been avoiding me?'' You ask impatiently. Jimin sighs and rubs his temple. ''It's complicated.'' ''Complicated how? Nothing has changed as far I can recall.'' You are confused and Jimin's distressed face doesn't make things easier to understand. Jimin's face falls suddenly blank and he looks to your eyes without blinking. ''I never thought that you would be such a slut Y/N.'' You feel like all the air is left your lungs and you gawk Jimin with wide eyes. ''A sl-slut?'' ''Yes, I never thought that you would willingly have sex with my every fucking friend.'' Jimin's voice gets louder and you feel like you are turning smaller under his heated gaze. ''Bu-but it was your idea that I should take lessons from your friends.'' You say with shaky voice and bite your lip from keeping you from crying. ''I know and I regret it. I never thought that you would actually follow the plan.'' Jimin chuckles darkly and takes one step closer to you. ''I have started to think that you are only my friend so you can hoe around with my friends.'' Hid voice is low again when he lowers himself to your level. ''I m, I was your friend because you were first person to show kindness towards me when I first moved here. Besides I didn't even know your friends before you introduced them for me.'' With that being said you storm out of the room while tears kept falling freely from your eyes.You run out of your workplace leaving all your belongings behind. You don't know how long you have been wandering and crying when you feel wave of exhaustion to hit you with full force. You fall on your knees on sidewalk while small hiccups leaves your lips. People walk past you whispering to each other and giving few stares, but no one stops to help at first. ''Y/N, is that you?'' Familiar voice asks and someone kneels in front of you. ''Mummy, why she is crying? Is she hurt?'' A small voice of child asks beside of the person. You look up and see worried looking Jisoo with a little girl, who you assume to be her daughter. The small girl has dark hair on two piggy tails, her face is chubby and his big brown eyes are widened in worry. ''I don't know sweetie, I'm trying to figure it out. Y/N? Can you stand? Are you okay?''Jisoo asks and smiles gently. Only few sobs leave your lips when you take her offered hand. You get up and try to smile to Jisoo but your smile is quick to turn into frown. ''Jisoo!'' You sob and hang yourself on her neck. ''Shh, it's okay. Can you tell me whats wrong?''Jisoo asks while petting your hair. You shake your head on her embrace. Suddenly you feel other pair of smaller hands tied around you. ''Pretty lady don't cry. Mummy says that big girls are strong and brave.'' Jisoo's daughters childlike wisdom is something that you need at the moment. You finally pull away from them. ''Thank you both.'' You tell whit raspy voice from crying. ''How about we go to cafe and drink something  to calm down.'' Jisoo suggest and you nod. ''I wan't ice cream.'' The little girl cheers. ''Haru, you already ate some yesterday.'' Jisoo tells while you begun walk slowly towards nearest coffee shop. ''That was yesterday, now is now.'' Haru pouts. ''Fine, let me think about it.'' Jisoo sighs given up. ''Yay! Ice cream!'' ~ You sit on booth with Haru while Jisoo orders for you. You feel quite awkward under the four-year-old's stare. You are glad when Jisoo arrives quickly carrying platter full of treats. She has small dose of ice cream on glass cup, two slices of wet chocolate cake, juice box for Haru and coffee for her and soda for you. You smile gratefully when she puts the piece of cake in front of you. Haru cheers and goes straight for her ice cream. You are jealous, children are so easy to please. ''Can you now tell me what is bothering you?'' Jisoo asks and takes careful sip from her hot drink. ''I had big fight with my friend.'' You admit and play with your little spoon. ''Who was the jerk who dared to hurt my Y/N?'' Jin slides dramtically next to you on the booth and takes you on tight embrace. ''I texted Jin.'' Jisoo tells apologetically for your confused face. ''Jin oppa!'' Haru cheers loudly and forgets her ice cream for a second. Jin finally lets you breathe and takes his hands away around you.'' Hi pumpkin, I missed you too.'' Jin smiles for the little girl. Jin is still wearing his work uniform, even his lab coat is on his shoulders. ''Do you want some of my ice cream?'' Haru asks and offers her spoon towards Jin. ''No thanks, I just ate.'' Jin assures and Haru shrugs her shoulders and returns happily to her dessert. ''So who was the bastard who made you cry?'' Jin lowers his voice around the little girl. You take big gulp and put the spoon on the table. ''Jimin.'' You admit bluntly. ''Jimin?'' Jin asks with high note and Haru glances towards your together pushed heads curiously. Jin remembers where he is and lowers his voice again. ''What did he do?'' ''I don't really want to talk about it, at least not here.'' You tell awkwardly. Jin looks you with impatient eyes but finally sighs. ''Fine, when we are alone, we will talk.'' You agree instantly feeling relived that you can avoid telling the truth little while longer. You spent for a while with Jisoo, Haru and Jin at the coffee shop. Finally Jisoo told that she and Haru had to leave. Haru was unhappy about parting with Jin but Jin's promise to visit her soon left smile on the little girl's lips. You are alone at cafe with Jin, who is sipping his second cup of coffee while you drink water. You aren't sure why Jin doesn't want to leave yet but the reason is soon revealed when Jungkook enter the cafe carrying your purse and jacket on his hands. ''Hi Hyung, hi Y/N.'' Jungkook greets you smiling softly and sit opposite of you on the booth. Jungkook is wearing thin grey jacket over his bleached jeans and his earphones are hanging loosely around his neck. ''Hey Jungkook, how did you end up with my belongings?'' You ask surprised but grateful. ''Well Jin texted me and asked if I could pick your stuff from the theater. I also met Jimin briefly but he was on super grumpy mood.'' Jungkook tells and frowns. ''I see.'' You mumble quietly. ''Did Jimin tell you that he made Y/N upset?'' Jin asks impatiently and Jungkook shakes his head surprised. ''Well he did and I was about to ask Y/N here tell us the whole story.'' Jin tells with emotionless tone. ''Is Jimin the reason why I had to made excuse for the elderly woman at the theater reception about Y/N's absence?'' Jungkook asks worry clear in his voice. ''You did? Yes and I'm grateful for that.'' You tell relived. ''No problem, just remember that your aunt fainted and is now at the hospital.'' Jungkook grins. ''I will.'' You smile back at Jungkook. ''Now can we finally go to the topic about what Jimin did?'' Jin asks clearly being in limits of his patience. You take a deep breath and begin to tell about your argument with Jimin, while you keep staring your glass so you aren't able to see the men's faces. ''Son of a bitch!'' Jin fums and hits his fist one the table. Jin's outbreak gains stares of other customers and soon you are asked to leave for causing too much disorder. ''Fine we go, I didn't like the place that much anyway.'' Jin tells the unlucky waitress who had to deliver the message. You exit the cafe with Jin and Jungkook and you follow Jin to his car. You sit on the passenger's seat and Jungkook sits on the back. Jin starts the car still clearly upset. You aren't sure is he upset for you or Jimin. When the silence gets to heave to bare you finally speak. ''Jin?'' You ask carefully holding tightly on your purse to ease your nerves. ''Yes Y/N?'' Jin asks with tense voice while his grip on the steering wheel tightens. Jungkook seems to sense the heavy atmosphere and keeps wisely his mouth shut. ''Are you mad at me?'' Jin chuckles lowly. ''Why would I be? I'm staying silent because I don't have anything nice to say about Jimin right now.'' ''Okay, then where are  we going?'' You had no idea where Jin was driving. ''It's a surprise.'' Jin answers mysteriously and you glance Jungkook trough rear view mirror but he just smiles slyly back at you. ~ ''An amusement park?'' you are exited. Jin and Jungkook has taken you into biggest indoor amusement park in the city called 'Summer fields'. You are waiting on the line to purchase your tickets and Jin is feeling amused because of your excitement. Jin is completely ignoring curious looks caused by his working clothes, but after all it's amusement park and his outfit isn't the most odd one which has been seen here. ''We thought that you could use some cheering up and besides this is great excuse to skip work.'' Jungkook tells excitedly. ''Won't you get in trouble because of skipping?'' You ask feeling guilty. ''Don't worry. My boss is out of town and everyone is taking things more relaxed at work now. Besides I'm at home suffering from food poisoning.'' Jungkook winks and Jin sighs loudly. ''So that's why you were available, no wonder. One day you will get caught with your lies.'' Jin scolds his younger who just smirks wider. ''Maybe, but not today.'' Jungkook has smug smile on his face which leaves quickly when he sees Jin's disappointed face. Now it's your turn to buy your tickets and despite of your protest Jin insist paying yours but refuses to buy Jungkook's and say that he is teaching him a lesson. You wonder if Jin's means are effective after all the boy is still going to have fun with you guys. When you have survived from entrance area you see excited people all around you. Some of them are wearing silly headbands with cat ears or unicorn's horn and some is stuffing their mouth full of cotton candy carrying big stuffed animals. You hear exited screams when people are enjoying the rides and some get scared on the roller coaster. You see the fantasy themed castle sparkling in the distance and you are admiring the small lights which sparkles on the castle walls. ''So, what you wanna do first?'' Jin asks and brings you back to the moment. ''I don't have a preference really. I has been in amusement park last time when I was a teen.'' You tell honestly and Jin loo's you with wide eyes. ''Are you serious? How could you have been so long without joy of eating too much candy and puking after the wildest rides.'' Jin asks with fake scandalous voice. ''I don't know. Sometimes I wonder how I'm alive.'' You answer as dramatic voice as Jin's. ''Guy's stop joking, lets go already. I want to drive the bump cars.''Jungkook says his eyes glistering like little child's. You must admit that your friends excitement is contagious and before you even notice you are having so much fun running from ride to another, playing some arcade games and even buying silly cat ears, which you put on top of Jin's head, and when Jungkook laughs for him and you pull from your bag a pair of another headband with mouse ears. Jungkook tries to run away but after seeing your sulking face he puts the fluffy ears on top of his head which makes you smile widely. Jin glances his watch time to time like he is waiting for something but Jungkook is always fast pulling your attention to somewhere else. Jungkook spend a quite amount of money to win you big fluffy stuffed bunny even when you insisted that he did not have spend his money on games just to win you a prize. Jungkook just waved your complaints away and kept feeding his money to game vendor who accepted them happily. You are walking with the big bunny on your arms when Jin glances his watch again. ''Y/N, what you think about riding a Ferris wheel?'' Jin suddenly asks andyou are quick to agree even tough it feels little lame after the previous ride which you visited. Jungkook is also quick to agree as well and soon you head to the end of the line to wait your turn to ride. ''Hyung I really need to pee.'' Jungkook says suddenly and you look him surprised. ''Aish, Now? Why did you drink so much.'' Jin answers, which is odd because Jungkook had barely drank anything. ''I'm sorry. Will you come with me to the bathroom?'' Jungkook looks guilty. ''Y/N can you manage alone,we will be shortly back. I'm sure that we will be here before our turn.'' Jin pleas. ''Umm, okay.'' You hesitate a little, the line isn't that long... ''Great, we will be back soon.'' Jungkook grins and starts walking towards the bathroom with hurried steps followed by Jin. Maybe he did had to really pee badly after all. When Jin and Jungkook isn't constantly by your side cheering you up, your mind starts to slip easily back to Jimin harsh words. perhaps you shouldn't have spent so much time with so many different men and  should have refused the whole idea of going out with them but on the other than how could you have known that their dates have some ulterior motives even tough they were good ones. You squeeze your bunny tighter in your arms and force smile to your face. You did not want to disappoint the men after all they had done to you. When someone puts their hand on your shoulder you turn around fake smile on your face ready to face your friends. Except it wasn't them. ''Namjoon? What are you doing here?'' You are greatly surprised to see the man in the question. He is wearing a casual red hoodie with plain jeans and white cap on top of his head. You have never seen him wearing anything else but formal clothes so he seems little odd in your eyes, odd in the good way. ''I'm here for our date.'' Namjoon says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. ''Our date?'' You ask surprised. Someone coughs on your back in the line and you realize that it's your turn to get in the ride. You climb in the small cabin with blushing face followed by Namjoon who sits next you on the small space. The ride starts to move slowly and Namjoon returns to the topic. ''Jin and Jungkook kept you company until I was able to leave the work and get home to change.  The told me that you needed cheering up.'' ''Great, does everyone know about my fight with Jimin?'' You whine and bury your face into your stuffed animal. ''Y/N, look at me.'' Namjoon says with gentle voice. You refuse to look at him feeling embarrassed and bury your face deeper into the bunny's fur. Namjoon tugs gently the stuffed animal and you give up and let go of it. You look Namjoon's face scared waiting what he has to say. Namjoon leans closer and puts his hand on your thigh. ''Don't you realize how important you are to us, to me? You are such a great person who always has been kind and polite to us. From the fist moment when Jimin introduced us I knew that you were something special.'' Your face turns into deeper shade of tomato and Namjoon smiles fondly to you. ''Forget Jimin and forget his stupid words. If he doesn't see you like I do he needs to wake up.''Namjoon adds and presses  kiss on your cheek. It's official, you are a tomato or at least relative to them. Suddenly the ride jerks and stops. The Ferris wheel was moving at slow space around so it was notable change. ''What's going on?'' You ask panicked and glance around. You notice that people in the other carts are also looking confused. ''I don't know.'' Namjoon answers and frowns.''Attention, I'm sorry to announce that our Ferris wheel is stuck. Please stay calm and seated, the maintenance team is on it's way.'' The man who controls the ride proclaims from his booth with monotone voice.     ''Well fuck.'' Namjoon sighs but you keep quiet. You are sort of little bit afraid of heights. It's nothing serious and you can enjoy your rides fine, as long as they are moving. When you are stuck in high place you easily feel sick. You remember one time when your class had a field trip at elementary school and you visited high sight seeing tower. At first you were super excited for the trip, after all you didn't leave your small town often at the time. You can vividly remember the long class stairs which you had to take to reach the top. At first everything was going smoothly and you were walking in line with your classmates along the stairs. It started you feeling little bit funny and shaky but you kept going. When you were little above the middle of the stairs you looked down and saw how high up you were. Ii did not help that you were able to see trough the cabs between the stairs the distant ground. You stopped on your heels and a boy who was behind of you complained loudly and tried to push you to keep going but you couldn't. in the end the whole glass had to go back down because the teacher couldn't leave the rest of the class alone.  You had to go the stairs down on your butt slowly dropping one stair at the time while the teacher held your hand. You felt so ashamed of yourself when you were left alone in the lobby with the reception worker so other children could at least enjoy their trip. ''Y/n', are you okay?'' Worried sounding Namjoon pulls you from your memory. ''I'm fine.'' You lie with shaky voice. You feel so stupid the ride wasn't nearly as high as the tower had been. ''You clearly aren't okay, please don't lie to me.'' Namjoon says with stern voice and takes hold of your shoulders. ''Talk to me.'' You gulp and look back to Namjoon's serious eyes. ''I'm scared of heights.'' You admit shyly. Namjoon just stares you without speaking for a second when he suddenly lets big puff of air out of his lungs. ''I can't believe those idiots took you to the amusement park without figuring that out.''  You are surprised from his outburst. ''it's not Jin's and Jugkook's fault. I'm usually fine on the rides. I just get shaken a bit when I can actually feel how high I'm.'' You hurry to defend your friends. Namjoon slides his hands along your shoulders and stops at your hands. Slowly he lifts one of your hands to his lips and kisses each of your finger gently. ''Wha-what are you doing?'' You ask flustered. The return of the tomato is near. ''I'm distracting you.'' He answers casually and repeat his actions with your other hand. Well you can't lie, his actions are working. Instead of fear you are feeling completely different feeling, lust. You keep staring Namjoon's lips when they brush gently tips of your fingers. You have sudden urge to kiss him, so you do it.  At the same second when Namjoon drops your hand and smiles you lean closer and press your lips against his. He freezes from surprise. its unlike to you to be so forward with your actions. Namjoon recovers quickly and his hands finds your neck quickly wrapping around it. Sure you had kissed Namjoon once before during your heated make out session at Jin's car but never like this. This time you were fully able to appreciate his velvet lips. Jolt of the cart pulls you apart and you look each other with widened pupils, the Ferris wheel was moving again. You had forgotten to be afraid of heights when you were next to Namjoon. ~ You are quick to leave the amusement park after you are freed from the Ferris wheel. Your lips are locked when you enter in to Namjoon's house. You don't have time to admire his beautifully decorated home, all you could see was Namjoon. When you part Namjoon takes you to his hands and carries you towards his bedroom on his arms. He doesn't even waver when he climbs up the stairs with you, against your protests.  Namjoon tosses you to his well made bed and follows quickly after pulling his hoodie and shirt away along the way. You admire his body and run your eyes along his chest. Namjoon smirks when he sees your admiration and peeks your lips quickly. ''Can I take this of?'' Namjoon gestures towards your shirt and you are quick to agree. You raise your hands above your head so Namjoon is able to undress your shirt. His eyes finds your lace covered breasts and short low moan leaves his lips. ''You look so good already, I can't wait to see what is under rest of your clothes.'' ''Come on and undress me then.'' You tease and amused smirk covers his face. ''I shall do what the lady demands but don't forget that I'm in control here.'' His low voice and dominant statement gets shivers run to your spine. Namjoon yanks quickly your pants away and tosses the carelessly on the ground. He licks his lips and follow curves of your body with his eyes. ''So fucking good. Do you trust me?'' Namjoon asks suddenly and you get flashbacks from your encounter in Jin's car. ''I think I do.'' You answer like you did back them and knowing look flashes on Namjoon's eyes.   ''Yes or no baby girl?'' Namjoon asks and reaches to swipe few locks of escaping hair away from you face. ''I do.'' You answer and Namjoon seems extremely happy. ''Good.'' Instead of returning to your body he gets up from his bed and heads for drawer close the door. You look curiously how he pulls one of the drawers open and takes out something that looks like a blindfold and pair of handcuffs. Namjoon returns to the bed with the items on his hand. He shows them to you and ask ''Are you still with me?'' You nod. Although you have never thought about being tied up or blindfolded the idea of doing so excites you. ''Good  girl. Can you take your bra of?'' he asks satisfied and brushes your right breast quickly with his knuckles. You nod shyly and reach to your back to open your bra and slide it of your shoulder.  Namjoon's eyes darkens when he sees your bare and those beautiful mounds of flesh with perky nipples. ''Lie down and put your hands up.'' Namjoon tells you and you obey quickly.  Namjoon cuffs your hands to the bed post threading the cuffs on the crossbars of his black iron bedpost.  When he is happy with securing you he takes the blindfold to his hands and slides it gently to cover your eyes. You are left in the darkness completely in his mercy and the idea of it makes the heat pooling in to your belly and small vet spot begins to form into your panties. ''You look so good like this baby girl, all tied up and just waiting that someone taker you. I could just admire you all day.'' You hear Namjoon's voice and soon feel the bed dip next to you for a sign that Namjoon is sitting next to you. Namjoon puts his hand on your right breast and squeezes. ''Dam,  you have good tits.'' You whine softly for his words and hear him chuckle but otherwise keeping quiet. Namjoon rolls your nipple gently between his fingers and his lips finds your other breast. He bits it hard. You yelp in surprise. ''Joon!'' You complain and Namjoon stops for second. ''I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. You just look so divine.'' He admits and you feel yourself getting more heated.  If you were honest his teeth did not hurt that much, you were just surprised from his actions. After all you had no idea what he would do because you ability of seeing has been robbed from you. ''I-it's okay.'' You answers and it's Namjoon's cue to continue. He returns to your breasts and this time he nibbles them more gently. You sigh in pleasure when Namjoon's hand starts to roam lower to you body dipping over your breasts. He stops above your underwear and sighs. ''You are already turning wet for me, you are such a needy thing.'' He hymns and pulls your panties away leaving your body completely bare under his eyes. Even though you feel little shy your hands are tied on the bedpost and you can't do much to cover yourself. Without a warning Namjoon's hand dips between your wet folds and a wanton moan leaves your lips. ''So fucking wet.'' Namjoon pulls his fingers away from your heated core and you hear muted moan. ''Tastes as good as looks.'' Namjoon gets up from his seat just to go between your legs.  He spears your legs open and breath hitches to your throat from anticipation.  When Namjono is happy with his new position he spears your pussy lips open and dips his tongue to your folds. The pure pleasure from his small actions makes you impatient. ''Joon I need more!'' You demand. ''Wait patiently, you will get more. Impatient girls get nothing.'' Namjoon answers huskily and returns to your lower regions despite his accusing tone. His tongue returns to its work and he circles slowly your clit with the wet muscle. You have come to realize with your resent sexual awakening that you were really impatient when you wanted something but you were on Namjoon's mercy and complains wouldn't help you. Instead you bite your lower lip while Namjoon rills you up slowly. After time which felt like a eternity he dips his index finger into mix and begins to pump it slowly into your wet hole. Knot is forming slowly but surely from Namjoon's skilled actions but you are  still missing something. Like sensing this Namjoon finally gives you a mercy and picks up his speed and his plump lips find your needy bud. With his sucking and finger moving inside your walls you feel how the knot is ready to snap when suddenly Namjoon halts his movements and pulls away. Loud frustrated moan leaves from your lips, your orgasm has never been denied before. ''Don't worry you will come but only with me.'' Namjoon tells satisfied seeing you squirming. ''Hurry then.'' You demand, you can't help yourself. ''Usually I would punish you from a such bratty attitude but today I let it slide.'' Namjoon chuckles darkly and you hear how his belt is opened and pants are pulled down. You really want to see him. Soon you hear folio ripping and you assume him rolling condom at it's place. Your whole body stills. You have never actually gone trough with penetration. ''Hey Joon.'' You say with shaky voice and Namjoon stops his actions caused by your shaky tone. ''Is everything okay baby girl?'' he asks and squeezes your side gently. ''I, I haven't actually been fucked before.'' You hurry to force the words out of your mouth so quickly that Namjoon had to think before he realizes what you just said. ''Well fuck, I promise to go slow.'' Namjoon says with gentle voice which is completely opposite of his actions this far in the bedroom. ''Okay. Hey Joon?'' ''Yes baby?'' ''Can I at least see you?'' ''Sure, no problem.'' Namjoon agrees quickly worried for your comfort and pulls the blindfold from your eyes. You blink rapidly when the light hits your eyes.  When you are again used to the light your eyes find Namjoon and again you almost forget how to breathe. He is so fucking beautiful and handsome at the same time. His dick is hard and wrapped in condom, begging for it release.  Namjoon's body is like a eye candy, just created to be admired and worshiped. Did whole group of seven men save the country in their past life or something? It's so utterly unfair how all of them is so gorgeous. ''Can I kiss you?'' You ask and instead of answering Namjoon leans to your lips and bites your lower lip gently. ''Are you sure that you are okay with this?'' Namjoon asks when his lips leaves yours. ''Yes, I want to do it.'' You agree little bit nervous but eager to continue.           So you know how romance books always describes your first time as a fantasy came true? Well it it really was, Namjoon was gentle when he entered you going slowly. Namjoon was far from small and his member invading your insides was painful at first without lying.  You whined when you felt the burn and few tears escaped your eyes which Namjoon kissed away. When you finally gave the signal to move he made sure that your comfort came first and soon the stretch turned from unpleasant into pleasure.  Namjoon's dick brushed one particular spot in your insides and you were seeing stars. You begged for more and Soon Namjoon speed was multiplying and he pumped his hard member in and out to your wet hole.  You hands were still tied on the bedpost so you were unable to touch Namjoon which was in your eyes a minus but the thought slipped quickly from your mind when he pinched your clit and you came hard spamming around his thick member. Your pulsing walls were quick to push Namjoon over the edge and he came in to the condom. Panting and sweaty Namjoon pulled out and tossed the condom into nearby trash bin. You are still fucked out and coming back to earth when Namjoon releases you from the cuffs. After all the lust is literally fucked out of you, you are getting tired. Even the dull pain and soreness you feel won't stop your eyelids wanting to close shut. ''I go get the towel.'' Namjoon says quietly while you are already drifting to sleep in his bed. Last thing you can remember is Namjoon cleaning you up and pulling blanket over your body.  Namjoon turns the lights off in the room and slides next to you in to the bed drifting into dreamland with you.

'Tae I fucked up.'' ''So I have heard.'' ''What I can do to fix this?'' ''What you think you should do?'' ''Fuck, I don't know. All I know is that I can't lose her.'' ''Then Jimin you should tell that to her.'' 

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Chapter 4

It was two days before Halloween and Annabeth was one more jump scare away from punching someone. Honestly, who thought that it was a good idea to make a holiday of scaring the shit out of people. April fool's day was bad enough. Don't get her wrong though, she didn't hate the holiday itself, just the idiots who took it upon themselves to run around campus, dressed as the walking dead or killer clowns, jumping out at everyone who walks around a corner. She might actually enjoy it if she wasn't running on 3 hours of sleep and six cups of coffee. And what made it infinitely worse Piper and Percy have made a bet on how much times they can scare Annabeth and get it on camera. Percy was currently winning at 6-7. To say Piper was bitter was an understatement. She regretted ever introducing them to each other.

Speaking of the devil, Piper ran up to Annabeth. "Hey," she said falling into step beside her.

"Given up already or just not in the mood?" Annabeth asked in lieu of hello.

Piper laughed. "Oh, please. I'm no where near giving up. Still got two more days until its over babe, be prepared."

Annabeth groaned. They walked along and chatted about everything and anything back to Annabeth's apartment. Half way there they stopped in the coffee shop that Piper's blue eyed boy-crush worked. They got in line but before they could order Annabeth heard a voice shout.

"No, fucking way. I don't believe my eyes. Is that Piper Motherfucking McLean." Annabeth immediately went into defensive mode. She knew who Piper's father was and Piper was recognised quiet a lot, but she knew how much Piper hated it and how it sometimes got out of control. She looked over at Piper but instead of the usual annoyed/frustrated look she got when recognized she had a shit eating grin on her face.

She finally found the face that belonged to the voice. It was a small elfish looking boy, with a brown, mop of hair on his head. His skin was a dark colour and his mouth was quirked in a grin that meant trouble. Looking closely she realised that it was the smile Piper had when she first met her.

Piper squealed beside her and Annabeth was thankful for the basically empty café because they would most definitely be causing a scene right about now. Piper ran up to the boy and wrapped him in a bone crushing hug. When they separated, Piper gave a light punch on his arm that he overexaggerated about, a lot.

"Valdez? What are you doing here?" Piper asked.

"Getting coffee, obviously." He answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Not in the café, here, on campus, in New York?"

"Didn't you hear, Leo Valdez is a college student baby," he winked at Piper seductively, and at that she just rolled her eyes and snorted.

Annabeth was now next in line so she ordered her coffee from Piper's blue eyed boy.

"Do they know each other?" he asked nodding towards Piper and Leo.

"Clearly," Annabeth said. "Why do you know him?"

"He's my roommate, moved in about three weeks ago."

Before Annabeth could comment any further, Piper and Leo joined her at the counter.

"Annabeth meet my good old friend Leo Valdez."

Annabeth shook his calloused hand, "Annabeth Chase."

"Nice to meet ya," he said and then turned to blue eyes. "Jason, buddy, did you know Piper went to school here?"

Jason put his hands up mock salute. "I didn't know her name, just her face." He said and if Annabeth saw correctly, she thought she saw the tip of his ears turn a dark red. Interesting. Leo must have seen it because his smile turned into a teasing grin. 

"Well, she does have a pretty face, its easy to get distracted." and this time Jason was definitely blushing.

Annabeth laughed and checked her watch. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. She hadn't meant to stay here so long. "I have to go," she told Piper apologetically.

Piper waved her off, "No problem, I'll catch up with you later right?"

Annabeth nodded, said her goodbyes and then walked out the door. When she reached the apartment she just got there in time to run straight into Grover who was half way out the door, Juniper and Percy behind him. 

"Good I'm not too late," she said. Grover smiled at her and out down the bag in his hand and pulled Annabeth into an embrace. When they pulled apart Annabeth said, "be safe ok? And come back because I might kill Percy if you're not there to play referee." Grover snorted at that and Percy let out an amused huff that he tried to pass as annoyance.

"I need to go now, but try not to kill each other while I'm gone. Its only two weeks." Grover said picking back up his bag.

"No promises," Percy said which earned him a light slap on his arm from Annabeth.

They all hugged one more time and said their goodbyes until it was just Annabeth and Percy left. Percy looked at Annabeth, "Pizza?" he asked. Annabeth let out a sigh and a smile. Its like he read her mind. "Only if theirs pineapple," she said because she knew it would annoy him. As expected he made a gagging motion. "Gross," he said. "Absolutely not." But when he put in the order, Annabeth heard the half pineapple half pepperoni pizza he ordered.

 The next morning Annabeth was eating a bowl of cereal on the couch while watching the episode of 'Grey's Anatomy' she missed the night before when a loud banging came from the door. Annabeth sighed and put down her bowl to open the door and almost get knocked down by Piper trying to barge into her apartment.

"Tell me you have a Halloween costume," she said.

Annabeth just rolled her eyes and went back to her breakfast, "Why hello to you, please come in."

Now it was Piper who rolled her eyes. She plopped down onto the couch beside Annabeth, making some milk slosh out of the bowl. Annabeth sent a glare her way.

"So do you?" she asked.

"Do I what?" Annabeth asked.

"Have a Halloween costume?"

Annabeth snorted. "No why would I?"

"Because Leo told me about this party he's going to tonight and you get free drinks for the night if you have the best costume."

"You only want to go because Jason will be there," Annabeth deadpanned. Piper's cheeks flushed.

"That's not the only reason, just one of them," she mumbled.

"Fine, I'll go with you, but you owe me." Annabeth said pointing a strict finger at Piper. Piper just grinned, "Yes ma'am."

They sat and watched the rest of the episode before going to the store to buy Annabeth her costume. When they got to the store, Piper went browsing through costumes occasionally throwing one back at Annabeth, while Annabeth followed behind her uninterested, or so she pretended to be. As much as Annabeth hated the scary and spooky part of Halloween, she adored the dressing up, not that she'd ever tell Piper. She's never hear the end of it otherwise. But Annabeth had always loved the idea of being someone else for the night. Anybody she wanted.

She remembered when she was in 2nd grade and every girl dressed up as a Disney princess and every boy was either Spider-Man or batman. But not Annabeth, she had come dressed up as Amelia Earhart. She had loved it. All the others made fun of her and at the time she hated that costume and she had come home after school crying, giving out to her dad for not getting her a princess dress. But now, Annabeth realised that that was her favourite costume ever, simply because her dad helped her make it. That is only one of the few happy memories she has of her parents. 

Piper threw another costume at Annabeth, snapping her out of her daze. She shoved her towards the dressing room and after Annabeth tried on multiple outfits [a cowboy, a mummy and a carton of milk among her favourites] and modeled them for Piper who sat down and rated the costumes. They finally agreed on a Greek goddess costume that included a flowy, white dress with a slit going down the whole left leg. 

On the way out Piper picked up some golden glitter, essential for the costume she said, and a golden headpiece. They payed and went back to the apartment.

 Percy wasn't at the apartment as he had swim practise so the girls had the place to themselves. They connected music to the speaker, got out the costumes and their make up and got to setting up. Annabeth took a quick shower beforehand, Piper had one before coming over. When she came out she was only wearing her underwear which included a matching knickers and strapless bra, Piper was talking to someone and thinking she was on the phone, Annabeth walked to where she left Piper. Only Piper wasn't on the phone, she was talking to Percy. 

She stopped for a minute, frozen in place and that's when Percy saw her. He looked away almost immediately, but not before, Annabeth noticed, he quickly looked her from head to toe. Annabeth rushed back to her room to throw on her robe to the sound of Piper's amused cackle. When Annabeth returned she gave Percy a sheepish smile, in which he returned. There was an awkward silence but thank god for Piper, Annabeth thought, as Piper broke the tension with,

"You have any plans tonight?" she asked Percy.

He just shook his head, "nope," he said emphasizing the 'p ' sound.

It was then Annabeth noticed the mischievous glint in Piper's eyes. "Do you have a Halloween costume?" she asked.

Annabeth took it back take her back, she thought, she prayed, but she knew t was too late because Piper didn't miss a beat when Percy shook his head.

"Well then, I guess we have some shopping to so." 

[spicysarahcha]

Stress and Sewing

Pairing: Fan Apprentice (Harlow) x Julian Devorak Words: 2,008

Being a seamstress wasn’t all that hard, at least to Harlow. Her mother had taught her to sew when she was a child, and she had fallen in love with the art of using a needle, thread, and fabric to create a beautiful masterpiece she could actually wear. But some days were better than others. Today was one of her lesser days on the scale of good and bad. Customers had been rougher on her than normal, demanding more and more of her time and patience, which she usually had an abundance of, but with the 2nd annual Masquerade coming up, people were getting pushy.

Her shoulders sagged as she flipped the sign of her tiny shop to close behind her final customers, and she pressed her forehead to the heavy wooden door. Another day done, another 10 masquerade outfits to alter, fix, or sew. The thought had her stomach twisting into knots.

One week was all she had. Julian had urged her to come to the event, and after days of his unabashed begging and pleading from his end, she finally caved. But, with all of the customers banging her door down to work on their costumes, she hadn’t had any time to work on her costume.

With a light groan, she lifted her forehead from the door and slowly turned towards her shop. Her counter space was filled with paperwork, fabric samples, and general debris that had been left behind between customers. To the right, where the customers stood while she pinned and assessed the garments while on the customer, was the only generally clean space, as she tried to keep that part of the shop as tidy as possible. Customers usually brought a friend or lover for a second opinion on what needs to be done, so she tried her best to keep it as debris-free as she can.

She knew there was more of a mess in the back room, where she stashed her current projects, both personal and business-related. It was mostly the latter, much to her disappointment. Oh, how she would love to just sit down and sew something just because she wanted to!

Her feet felt like lead as she walked over to the counter and began collecting the fabric scraps and debris from the counterspace, tossing the garbage into a small wastebasket beneath the counter. Right beside that was a large box filled with different fabric samples she used when a customer wanted a custom outfit. She crouched down and gripped the box, dragging it out into the open and lifting the cardboard lid. As she began slotting the squares of sample fabric away into their rightful homes, she heard the door open and shut.

“Harlow?”

She knew that voice. “Down here!” She raised a hand up over the counter and waggled her fingers, her other hand busy sorting the fabric. Warm, familiar hands clasped around hers and a shadow fell over her body as Julian leaned across the wood, peering down at the box she was currently rifling through.

“There you are, darling. Did you miss me?” Her fingers twitched between his palms as she tried to squeeze his hands.

“Terribly so. I’m glad you’re here.” She stood up, Julian straightening up with her movement. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek as she continued, “Would you mind helping me clean up a bit? I haven’t had any chance to all day, and there’s so much to do.” Julian’s face suggested he didn’t want to, but he nodded anyways.

“Of course. Anything for you.”

A grateful smile spread across her lips as she pried her hand away from his and wiped it on her apron-front. The theatrical frown that pulled his lips down at her actions made her giggle. “What? My hand got sweaty.”

The pair settled into a comfortable silence as the worked on cleaning the front of the store. Julian busied himself with clearing up the remaining debris on the counter while Harlow finished sorting the remaining fabric squares back into their homes before joining him. Once that was done, she disappeared in the back to retrieve the broom. Except, the broom wasn’t in it’s usual spot in the tiny closet.

“Where did I put it?” She grumbled, folding her arms across her chest as she surveyed the tiny backroom. It could have been anywhere; she usually tried to put it back in it’s home when she finished, but when the shop gets busy, there typically isn’t time to keep everything orderly.

“What’s with the long face?” The curtain covering the entryway parted as Julian ducked inside. In his hands: the broom and dustpan.

She shook her head in disbelief. “Where did you find that? I was just looking for it.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“In… the front of the store? Where you left it last night after Malak knocked over the glass jar?”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” She huffed, grumbling to herself as she paced over to the rack filled with all of her projects. Twenty-four alterations in total, one week to get them done. Not to mention she still had her costume, which Julian has been bugging her to see.

“Hey, hey, Harlow. Are you alright? Really alright?” Hands gently gripped her shoulder and spun her around. She had to crane her neck to look up into Julian’s concerned eyes. “You seem really, really stressed, which isn’t like you.”

She bit her lip, eyes darting between the exit and his eyes. Typically, she would love to confide in him about her work issues, but thinking about work made her think about the unfinished costume she had yet to finish.

“I…” Her eyes closed, then squeezed shut in an attempt to corral the stress-filled tears threatening to spill over. “I-I’m okay.”

“Nonsense.” Any sign of fun and games was long gone as Julian cleared off an area for the two of them to sit down. Harlow didn’t protest as he guided her into his lap, and curled into his chest when he wrapped his arms securely around her. “This can’t be just about a silly broom. What’s going on?”

She had almost forgotten about the broom. A bitter laugh escaped her lips. “No, it’s not just about the broom. It’s everything, Julian. I…” She closed her mouth, then opened it again to continue, but nothing came out. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words. I’m in over my head. I shouldered too much.

I’m a failure.

“You’re what, darling?” His hands gently rubbed up and down Harlow’s back, a comforting gesture that made her want to cry all the more.

“I… I can’t keep up with all of the work that’s coming. The masquerade is in a week, Julian. One week. I have twenty-four alterations and repairs to do in that timeframe, as well as finishing my own costume.” She pressed the top of her head into his collarbone and swiped at her face, trying to catch the rogue tears that got to her cheek, but they kept coming faster and faster, until she was hiccuping and sobbing into Julian’s chest. “I-I feel like a failure. Mom would be so disappointed in me.”

“No.” His hands stopped rubbing her back to gently pull her away from his chest so he could look at her face. She protested weakly, trying to remain hidden so he didn’t have to see her looking like such a mess, but he was stronger. One hand cupped her chin while the other set to work wiping the tears from her face. “Listen to me, Harlow. You are one of the most talented seamstresses in all of Vesuvia, and are one of the most hardworking people I know. You are most definitely not a failure. Why do you think all of these people are coming to you of all the other seamstresses in Vesuvia?”

She sniffled, cheeks heating up as Julian smiled so kindly at her, so patiently and so lovingly. “You’ve run yourself ragged, my love. You didn’t fail. You just need to regroup and take things one step at a time. You want to know how I know that?” She cocked her head slightly in response. “You taught me that. Take your own advice and take things one step at a time. Take care of your alterations that are on hand right now, then worry about others.”

A kind smile spread across his lips as he leaned down, kissing her forehead first, then each cheek, the tip of her nose, and finally her lips. She kissed him back, her eyes sliding shut as his hands cupped her damp cheeks. Now, the tears falling down her face and over Julian’s knuckles weren’t that of defeat; they were tears from the overwhelming amount of love she felt for the man kissing her.

“Why do you love me? I’m such a mess, Ilya.”

“I could ask you the same thing, my love.” He kissed her again, lightly yet so sweetly it made her crave more. “Are you feeling better? Or-” A dangerous smirk pulled at his lips, “do you need more encouragement?”

A hot blush spread across her face as she shook her head. “N-not now, Ilya. I do feel better though. Thank you. I love you.”

The flush that spread across his cheeks was enough to blow the rest of the storm clouds shrouding her away. She smiled.

“I, I love you too, Harlow. More than you’ll ever know.” She gave him one final kiss before sliding off his lap, a bit self-conscious of her blotchy, damp face. She swiped the back of her hand across her cheeks and sniffed once before turning back to the mess in front of her, now with new eyes. Determination flooded her as she glanced at the rack. Most, if not all of the dresses and suits were just a quick alteration, which she has done time after time.

Simple. She could do this.

“Julian, would you mind finishing up the front? I’m going to get started on some of the alterations so I can work on my costume.”

The look of sadness and despair that crossed his face made her giggle. “Can we just keep having heart-to-hearts and save the cleaning for later?”

She shot him a faux annoyed look. “And do the cleaning when?”

“...later?”

“Wrong.” She laughed, shaking her head. “Please, Ilya? I do want to get upstairs and cuddle you sometime tonight…”

“Fine, fine! This must be what true love is if I’m actually, willingly cleaning.”

He blew her a kiss, grabbed the discarded broom and dustpan, and disappeared into the front of the shop, the purple curtain swishing behind him. She could hear him humming to himself as he set to work.

God, did she love him.

With a shake of her head, she turned to the rack of costumes that needed fixing. All of the garments were labelled with their owner’s information and the work that was needed to be done. She had to admit, she adored a few of them, and envied the lucky ladies and gentlemen that got to wear them. Her personal favorite was a beautiful crimson dress with elaborate sequins and embroidery lining the bust and neckline. It was paired with elbow-length matching gloves and a beautiful fox mask, both of which the owner of the dress kept with her when she left the dress.

That dress, despite the beauty of it, was the one that had been waiting the longest for her to alter. She fingered the layers of fabric for a moment, feeling the fine silk slip over her skin, before grabbing it off the rack and clearing a spot at her work desk and sitting. She plucked the paper with the required fixes from the hangar and familiarized herself with the fabric once again. Just a simple shortening of the dress. She could do that.

With Julian’s humming in the background and a fresh set of eyes in the situation, she grabbed her sharpest blade and snipped into the fabric.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

To Land On Your Feet - Chapter 01

Bonjour, mes chers! So, near the end of March I wrote and posted the majority of this first chapter on my tumblr in response to a Popular Fic Meme post I took part in. I also, however, said that this would be continued on April 2nd, so here we are; the official To Land Land Your Feet Erasermic and Shinson story!

I meant to post this yesterday, but my body gave out on me as soon as I got home from my 11-hour school day. Hopefully you don't mind it's a touch late, but I added some more detail for those who have already read this - specifically around the fight in the second-to-last scene.

The uploading schedule for this will be a new chapter (maybe more) every Tuesday and Friday. There might be chapters outside of that, but those are the set days where you can expect new content. If this changes then you can expect me to give you a warning on my tumblr, and then with the latest chapter.

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Summary: Aizawa Shouta had a good life. He was a happily married pro-hero teacher, had two cats that loved to make his life difficult, and soon, if things went well, he would have Shinsou Hitoshi as a son. Thanks to an unexpected attack by a man with the League of Villains, though, Shouta is turned into a cat. While he had a fondness for cats, that never meant he wanted to be one, especially when no one seems to recognize him and his friends and family are trying to find him when he's right there.

He had been planning to find a way to change back, but instead he ends up following Shinsou Hitoshi to the foster home he lives in after hearing some worrying information from the teen himself. Shouta himself was guilty of venting his frustrations to cats, but hearing that Hitoshi would be locked outside in the cold if he was late getting home was just another clue among countless that something was wrong. He has to get back to normal, but he'd be a poor hero and a shit father-to-be if he didn't follow the kid and make sure he was okay. 

Besides, quirks like this usually had a time limit. Right? 

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                                                Chapter One

“Shouta… I think it’s time that we had a serious talk.” Fingers twitching from where he was checking over his utility belt, Shouta looked to his husband, studying his expression for a moment before taking a deep, steadying breath. “It’s about your current batch of students.”

There wasn’t an ounce of seriousness in that man’s gaze and Shouta could see the laughter that Hizashi was fighting to hold back. “What about them, ‘Zashi?” It was an effort not to smile, himself, but Shouta knew from experience that smiling would only encourage him. “I told you not to do the lesson on English swearing.”

“Hey! Students love that lesson!” Hizashi’s complaint was more of a squawk than anything else, Shouta only humming to show that he was listening as he went back to checking over his belt. He was running low on caltrops. He would need to remember to place an order in for some more later. “A lot of them are improving, you know. Kaminari managed to get a 70 on his last test, even! A 70!”

“Bakugou has been forcing the annoyances to study,” Shouta snorted, checking the next few pouches quickly and efficiently. His patrol would start soon - hence why he was near the door and Hizashi kept trying to devise ways to get him to go back to the couch where Shouta had been happily napping before his alarm went off. “He insists that if they have enough energy to be annoying, then they have enough energy to apply themselves to their schoolwork.”

“For being a delinquent, he has pretty good grades.” It almost sounded like a complaint and, considering it was Hizashi saying those words, Shouta couldn’t stop his laugh. “I can tell when you’re laughing at me, you know.”

“I just find it rich that you’re calling someone a delinquent with good grades considering your own record.” Shouta grinned at Hizashi as the man sunk down on the couch, giving him a dramatic pout. It was even funnier considering this was the man who still held the school record for the most detentions in a single school year. He had also graduated top of the school with test records that remained unbroken. Nedzu had given him a little plaque for being an Official Pain at graduation and it was still hanging on their wall. “Stop pouting. I’ll be back soon.”

“You’re a full-time teacher,” Hizashi grumbled and whined, Shouta feeling his heart clench at the genuine worry that was hidden under those words. “Even I cut back on my patrols after a while. And with everything that’s been going on…”

Shouta couldn’t blame Hizashi for his worry. There had been an increase in villainy even before the school year started, but now with USJ, Kamino Ward, and the dorms being implemented, well, Hizashi was right to worry. That didn’t mean that there wasn’t still work to do.

“You have your knife, right?” The single question had Shouta sighing as he tugged his boots on and began lacing them up, trying to avoid Hizashi’s puppy eyes. “What about your caltrops? Juice pouches? Energy bars? Shouta, you made sure to get more of those smoke bombs, right? You said you were out last time. Oh! Did you-”

Having crossed the short distance to the couch while Hizashi was talking, Shouta quickly cut off the rapid questioning with a soft, familiar kiss, slowly working Hizashi down from his worry and lingering in the kiss until the man was relaxed and pliant against him. It was a shame when he had to pull away. “I’ll be fine, Sunshine.”

As always, the pet name Shouta had been using since high school had Hizashi flushing, a pretty pink blush spreading across his cheeks. “That’s cheating, Shou-chan.” Hizashi’s fingers curled into his costume, tugging him down and giving him another soft kiss. “You still have at least fifteen minutes before you have to leave, you know.”

“You’re so exhausting,” Shouta sighed, not meaning a word of it as he slumped down onto the couch, Hizashi sliding and bumping into him from the force and bursting out into bright laughter. It was a much better sound than his whining and complaining. “So. Students?”

“Your class is getting better,” Hizashi groaned, collapsing against Shouta’s shoulder and tugging at the thin silver chain around his neck, finger hooked in the wedding ring that Shouta hardly ever allowed himself to take off. “Suspiciously so. It looks like they’re getting advice from someone who actually knows decent English - or is married to an English teacher.”

“Strange.” Shouta kept his tone even and steady, trying his hardest not to smile as Hizashi pouted up at him. “How’s Kan’s class?”

“A little below yours,” Hizashi snorted, shoulders shaking with the force of it as he curled more into his shoulder, cheek rubbing against him. “You two are so competitive, I swear.”

“It’s not a competition when I’m winning.” Shouta tugged at the loose bun Hizashi had his hair in until it came apart, immediately running a hand through the strands and picking out whatever tangles Hizashi had missed. Hizashi was humming in delight after a few seconds. “How are the other departments?”

It took a few moments for Hizashi to answer, the man much more relaxed than he had been when Shouta had been ready to leave. “Not bad from what my minions tell me, but not the best, either,” Hizashi mumbled, tilting his head into the hand Shouta had on his scalp, Shouta smiling and rubbing gently.

“You know, most teachers call their ‘minions’ teacher assistants and adjuncts.” It was hilarious, though, the first time Yagi had heard Hizashi complain about his minions. The man had looked torn between amusement and deep concern.

“Mm, different names, same work. Although, there is one star student in the General Studies department that one of my little minions can’t stop gushing about.” Hizashi had dropped Shouta’s ring and was rifling through the papers still in his lap. Shouta knew what was coming a moment before it happened. “Apparently they keep suggesting that I allow Shinsou Hitoshi to be given second year English work.” The test being held up was filled with Shinsou Hitoshi’s loopy scrawl. There was a 103% scribbled across the top. Hizashi must have noticed his look because he gave a stifled laugh. “I give the longer tests extra credit. He didn’t miss one answer on the entire test.”

It was harder than it should have been to hold back a proud smile. Hizashi knew him far too well, however, and he was already laughing even as Shouta attacked him where he knew he was ticklish, mumbling ‘threats’ against him, “Keep laughing like that, ‘Zashi, and I’ll give you something to actually laugh at.”

“Sho- Shouta!” Hizashi’s shrieks of laughter were bouncing around the apartment and causing squeaks and yowls from their cats, Hizashi squirming and writhing against Shouta as papers fell and scattered across the floor, one of their cats pouncing on Hitoshi’s paper and then flopping down on it.

Letting Hizashi suffer for another minute or so, and taking a moment to marvel at his husband’s absolute control over his quirk, Shouta finally let up. The result was a flushed Hizashi that was heavily panting in his lap with glazed eyes and crooked glasses and was edging into a tired and satisfied smile. Shouta was really starting to think about calling in sick for his patrol.

Brushing Hizashi’s hair out of his face and fixing his glasses, Shouta bit back a smile as the other curled towards him, rubbing his cheek against his chest. He then pouted at Shouta, “Don’t think you’re getting out of this. Hey! You should invite Hitoshi over for dinner, again. He was so much fun to talk to!”

“I don’t know if talking involves quizzing him on his knowledge of languages,” Shouta snorted, pulling Hizashi to sit up a bit more while kissing at his cheek. “I don’t think he’d accept, anyways.”

“What? Why?” Hizashi was up at once, Shouta leaning into the hand that was placed on his cheek. Hizashi frowned, lowering his voice. “Hey, Shouta, what’s wrong?”

Thinking on how to phrase what he wanted to say, Shouta finally shook his head. “I don’t think anything’s wrong, but he seems withdrawn, lately. He’s always been quiet, but he’s hardly talked in our training sessions the last few days. Maybe you can talk to him, tomorrow?”

“What- Me?” Hizashi blinked, looking more startled than he had a right to considering this was Hitoshi they were talking about. “Shouldn’t you talk to him if something is wrong? You two are close, after all!”

“And you two aren’t?” Shouta raised an eyebrow, pleased at Hizashi’s silence. That always meant he was losing. “He’s less likely to tell me things that are bothering him - especially if he thinks it’ll make him seem weak. He trusts you, though, when it comes to talking about… emotions.”

Hizashi laughed, loud and bright and sudden, and Shouta smiled at the sound. “C’mon, Shou-chan, there’s no need to make the word emotions sound like a swear.”

“Present Mic is his second favorite hero, you know,” Shouta said quietly, smirking after a moment of letting Hizashi swell up in pride. “And Yamada Hizashi is his favorite teacher.” There was a pause, a beat of silence, and then Hizashi’s cheeks were flushing. “He doesn’t let many people call him by his first name, yet, if I’m remembering correctly, he’s gone out of his way to let both of us know that we’re welcome to call him Hitoshi.”

Pushing Hizashi off onto the couch in a quick, smooth motion, Shouta stood up before Hizashi could latch onto him and drag him back down. He did relent and pull the man into a kiss, though, parting with a quiet, “I need to get going.”

“Shouta,” Hizashi whined, arms wrapping around his shoulders and tugging him back down towards another kiss. Shouta didn’t even try to fight it, relaxing at the soft, almost tired kiss Hizashi pulled him in. When they parted, they were still close enough for Hizashi to simply tilt his head and kiss at the corner of his lips. “Stay home.”

“Don’t worry, Sunshine,” Shouta near whispered, grabbing Hizashi’s left hand and pulling it up to press a quick kiss to the single gold band that was wrapped around his third finger. “I’ll come home to you.”

“You better,” Hizashi muttered, flush back on his cheeks as he cupped both of Shouta’s cheeks. “Be safe. We’re having company over for dinner tomorrow and I need you alive for that.”

“We are, huh?” Shouta grinned, mirroring Hizashi’s own smile. They both knew who they were dragging home for dinner tomorrow. “He’s going to try and escape, you know.”

Hizashi grinned even wider, stealing one last kiss and then giving a wink. “Good thing I’m so good at getting surly heroes-in-training to take a break and eat, then.”

Finally letting Hizashi go, Shouta hid a sigh and walked over to their front door, making sure everything was in order. Maybe he should start cutting down on his patrol hours even more. There were enough heroes on the streets to deal with the type of villainy that was out there, after all.

“Shouta?” Pausing at the threshold, Shouta looked back to where Hizashi was giving him a warm, soft smile. There was no Present Mic in his demeanor. The only one there was a happily smiling Yamada-Aizawa Hizashi. “Your binding cloth is in the bedroom, still.”

Going still, Shouta slowly reached a hand up to where he felt nothing except the chain of his wedding ring and the collar of suit. Giving Hizashi a slow blink, Shouta shut the door quietly and kicked his boots off before walking towards their bedroom.

Hizashi’s bright, cheerful laughter followed him the whole way.

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“It would make sense. Hizashi and I both have our foster licenses. We’re pro heroes, we have a steady income, we have multiple jobs between us and yet one of us always has the chance to be home most nights, we’re closer to his school, and we have full reason to believe Hitoshi would be happier in a different home. It’s logical, don’t you think?”

A warbling meow answered his words, Shouta’s lips quirking into a smile as he offered a few more cat treats to the bedraggled stray that was purring in delight at the food. Shouta scratched behind the cat’s ears, not minding when the stray clawed his way up onto Shouta’s shoulders, surveying the world happily as Shouta stood up and returned to his patrol route.

While he didn’t make a habit of seeking out the strays in his district, he didn’t complain when he stumbled across the occasional friendly one. Besides, Shouta had always found them great listeners.

“It’s not that hard an assumption to make. Bruises have to come from somewhere.” In the beginning, Shouta had noticed the bruises on Hitoshi’s arms and legs and chest and thought he was merely pushing the boy too hard in his training. Even when keeping a careful eye on things, however, the bruises persisted. While Shouta didn’t want to jump to conclusions, it was logical to assume something was happening outside of school to give him those bruises.

Shouta was only hoping that the bruises came from disagreements with foster siblings and neighborhood punks rather than anything else. It was a conversation he would need to have with Hitoshi and Hizashi both. Tomorrow over dinner would be a good time to at least hint about it; it was already obvious that Hizashi saw Hitoshi as his own, after all. If there was anyone that loved that kid more than Shouta, it was his husband who was already trying to find out Hitoshi’s birthday.

Deciding to think about it more later, Shouta paused at the familiar sounds of a tripped alarm. Slinking into the nearest alleyway, Shouta heard low, fierce hissing from the cat on his shoulders, a glance across the street showing the broken window of a jewelry store.

“How cliché,” Shouta muttered to himself before making a clicking noise with his tongue and getting the cat’s attention. As soon as he had it, he picked the cat up and set him on the ground gently. “Go on, then. I have work to do.”

One hand wrapping around his binding cloth, Shouta pulled his goggles over his face and waited until he saw a hunched over figure stumbling out of the broken window with a satchel full of what was no doubt stolen jewelry. A quick glance told Shouta that this man was new to what he was doing and was obviously not confident in his abilities. That was good. He could deal with this, finish his route, and then go home and get some decent sleep. Hizashi might still be up, even.

Shouta backed up and couldn’t stop a snort of amusement as he saw the man was running towards the alleyway he was currently in. That just made his job even easier, he supposed.

The thief managed ten steps into the alleyway before Shouta had his quirk activated and the binding cloth wrapped tightly around his chest and upper arms, stopping him in his tracks and earning a fierce storm of swearing ending with, “You don’t know who you’re messing with! Let me go!”

“I would, but I think that store over there might like their stolen property returned to them. Thanks for tripping the alarm, too. It saves me from having to call the police myself.” The average time between a burglar alarm in this area and the appearance of the police was roughly five to eight minutes. It wasn’t too long of a wait.

“Just who the fuck do you think you are?! Let me go!” The man was squirming and wiggling around and Shouta frowned before releasing his hold on his quirk, pleased when nothing happened. The man, most likely, didn’t have a quirk suited for any type of combat. Good. Shouta might be able to end this night without a headache. “This is brutality!”

“Not really.” Loosening the bands of the binding cloth so he could better restrain the man, Shouta jerked back when the man attacked quicker than expected. Was he so afraid that adrenaline was giving him an extra boost? It was possible he had a quirk that altered his physical status in some way.

Activating his own quirk again, Shouta dodged the man’s attempt at an attack, keeping him at a distance before biting back a swear at the ensuing struggle as he was rushed. For looking so new to crime, this one seemed to know an awful lot about putting up a fight. It was minor, but it was enough to give Shouta a little extra force to his punches.

It was a short fight, Shouta scowling at the fact his goggles and belt ended up on the ground, his pant leg torn open by sharp nails in the ensuing struggle to wrap the man in the binding cloth and pin him to the ground. The fight was only a few minutes, at most, Shouta working on calming his pulse down as he kept a boot on the criminal’s back, pinning him further. “If you’re going to rob a place, at least be prepared for the consequences.”

“Like you were when you let your students get attacked?” It wasn’t often that Shouta felt himself truly surprised or shocked. He wished he could have said that now was one of those times. “Surprised? You shouldn’t be. Half the world probably knows about that shit hero school and their ‘teachers.’ You were even on the news, weren’t you? What kind of pro lets their students get captured by villains, Eraserhead?”

While his immediate reaction was to recoil and defend himself, Shouta took a moment to think on just why a petty thief would immediately know his hero name as well as what had happened at the training camp. It wasn’t secret knowledge to any extent, but to have it used against him when this man had barely, if at all, caught a glimpse of his face… Shouta didn’t like it.

“You really think those dorms at the school are gonna work forever? The kids have to go home, eventually, and that League of Villains group don’t seem like the type to leave kids alone just because they’re kids.”

A heartbeat passed and Shouta had the man on his back and tied up even tighter than before, staring into a smug face that no longer looked scared and overwhelmed by his first robbery. Something was wrong. “Is that so?” Shouta asked, ready to reach for his quirk at a moment’s notice after dropping it with a blink. “You seem to know a lot about all of this.”

“There’s two things that always manage to grab a pro’s attention,” the man said, voice sickly sweet and face completely relaxed and smug. “A cry for help and the sound of a tripped alarm.”

The realization that this was a trap hit Shouta with overwhelming clarity. Jerking his head up to quickly scan the alleyway for any possible ambush, Shouta realized that this man hadn’t been running towards the alleyway. He had been running towards him.

“Sorry, Eraserhead, but you and that quirk of yours are in high demand.” Shouta tightened the cloth and activated his quirk, but it was too late. He felt an overly hot palm pressed against the skin exposed by his torn costume and jerked as it felt like he was shocked. The feeling didn’t leave, however, even as the hand did. “I guess you should have been more careful. Hey, maybe your students will end up learning something from you, after all.”

The words just barely registered in his mind, Shouta only half aware as he went crashing to the ground, a burning, twisting, searing pain working its way through his body. It was like he had been lit on fire, Shouta biting down on the scream that wanted to tear its way out of his throat as he felt like his body was both too big and too small for all of him. There was burning, twisting, changing, pain pain pain so much pain it hurt so badly he couldn’t breathe please please please make it stop make it stop make it stop-

“...back to Shigaraki… Too soon... Fucking police-”

“Stop right there! ...hands up!”

“...Detective Tsukauchi. Seems he was in a fight…”

“...pro heroes on duty in this area…”

“Eraserhead…”

“Goggles and belt… Cat… Villain has been fully contained.”

“...Yamada-Aizawa Hizashi…”

Out of all things, it was the sound of his husband’s name that had Shouta forcing his eyes open, panting heavily as he pushed himself to his hands and knees on auto-pilot, looking around to try and gauge where he was. When he saw it was the same alleyway as before, Shouta felt himself on edge even more.

It was the same alleyway, but he was completely alone. Why go through the effort of incapacitating him just to leave him? Shouta hadn’t even bothered to take his phone out on patrol, that night, since it was going to be a short one, so there was nothing to steal from him. Had the police arrived?

He had heard sounds and words of movement, but if they were the police, then why did they leave him on the ground? One of them would have at least woken him up before trying to drag him into an ambulance.

Something was wrong. He needed to get home and check on Hizashi. If he really had heard Hizashi’s name, then it was possible something was… Paws.

Shouta had looked down to where he was on his hands and knees still, but instead of seeing hands, he saw black paws. Leaning so he could lift his right hand up and flex his fingers, Shouta watched as the paw went through the exact same motion.

Jerking his head up, Shouta looked around the alleyway - truly looked - and saw that everything was larger than it should have been. What he thought were his knees, as well, felt more like he was on his feet. It felt like he was standing on both his hands and feet. He was looking at paws and felt like he was standing on his hands and feet.

Carefully, very carefully, Shouta inched his way over to a puddle of leftover rain water that was lit by a flickering streetlight. There, reflected by a puddle of rain water, was the face of a cat Shouta had never seen before.

The cat had thick, curly black fur that looked heavy and dense, but what stuck out most was an off-white ruff that looked like bands wrapped around the neck. The only other disruption on the fur was a matted, scarred area under the right eye in a crescent shape that was remarkably similar to Shouta’s own scar.

Shouta stared at thick, curly black fur with bands of white around the neck, as well as a familiar and distinct scar; all features that reflected back up from the puddle. Slowly blinking, Shouta watched as the reflection of the cat blinked with him.

Shouta realized, with an overwhelming clarity, that Hizashi was never going to let him live down the fact that he had been turned into a cat.

[cloneslugs]

oh fuck u sent me multiple so demo/engie/medic/scout and also u can do the one i already sent

ty i love you

Demo

favorite thing about them

he’s super fun!!! but also really smart and caring and just an all around cool dude he’s like B) !

least favorite thing about them

this isnt about him personally lol but like official stuff(comics) lighten the fuck out of his skin and its like. dont

favorite line

i didnt even see this question when i first did this wtf but uh all his “i love you” esque lines are really excellent

brOTP

exclusing soldier lol!!! probably sniper or engie!!

OTP

soldier :’)

nOTP

besides scout & pyro & just like. looking at just the mercs no one really demo deserves love

random headcanon

he likes turtles a lot & just reptiles/amphibians in general just in a kinda neat/favorite animal type way nothing special, he gets around with engie and sniper and they all get drunk and they talk about cryptids, he has a super big heart he loves love, outside of the battlefield he’s pretty apprehensive and cautious moreso than lots of the others at least, he doesnt push himself to be it often just bc he doesnt like leaderly positions but he defo has one of the more valid voices of reason amongst all of them, he loves to help and just listen to people he’s always ready to offer you a drink and take a load off and just talk things out & he’s super chill and easy to talk to anyway, he comes off as really lazy but he can jump up and make do when he needs to

unpopular opinion

idk whats considered popular or not on here lol but like!! he’s not just stupid silly drunk man he’s actually got heart and is pretty intelligent & like probably one of the better off mercs if he wanted himself to be

song i associate with them (this is literally the worst question im so bad at this if i dont have lots n lots of searching time and also i forget all music ever)

cheap thrills - sia

favorite picture of them (sorry 4 bg edits im doing what i have on hand lol)

hes so fucking happy i love you!!!

Engie

favorite thing about them

he’s my fucking husband he makes my heart fucking soar!!! he’s a quiet little sweetheart and he’s just really smart and nice and has morals iusdahui

least favorite thing about them

fucking nothing you animals 

favorite line

all his fucking nerdy engineering lines are so fucking good ;____; he’s so smart and passionate god“i love engines! pinion shafts! flanges. mitigating shock loads. but most of all: i love winnin’!” “they won’t know what hit ‘em! though it’ll likely to be bullets. statistically speaking” theres more but im like ;___; just thinking about him ah

brOTP

medic babey!!!!!! i have a thing for shitty best friends that tire each other out (especially on one side) but love each other at the end of the day and are just ride or diepyro also but for completely different reasons :-)

OTP

spy is fucking excellent -.- dont @ me

nOTP

soldier lol (excluding pyro & scout)

random headcanon

i think all the mercs are autsitic but engie is one of my fucking fav ahhhhh, he and medic info dump for hours especially where their special interests overlap and it gets really boring if youre not one of them lol, he loves learning but he hated school so much ):, he has pretty bad anxiety but only under certain circumstance, he’s kinda jealous that spy gets to automatically be seen as a paternal figure bc of scout and he kinda wishes he could settle in like that but he also doesnt think he’d be very good at it for a very prolonged amount of time, he loves math!!!! he loves numbers a lot he associates it with lots of fun and colors and just !!!!! wow wow!!, he has really really really high empathy when it comes to machines and stuff, he loves dogs especially smaller ones, he really loves to fidget w/ tools and stuff bc he always has one on hand and theres lots you can do with some of them, he’s really lazy and has a hard time applying himself sometimes

unpopular opinion

the comics really brush him aside i need to see him more please for the love of god he’s just as interesting as anyone else also fat engie is the only valid engie & also soldier/engie is fucking forced and weird idk where it comes from except they wear hats lol & also people call engie short but if you dont make him 5′00 give or take 3 inches youre doing it wrong and i cant stand by it

song i associate with them

this is like. also a soldier song for me lol but Here I Dreamt I Was An Architect - the decemberists

favorite picture of them

ms pauling and medic!! his buddies :) also i just love the shadowboxers art

his fly costume makes me so ;___; i love you little man

also i hate to default to beard engie but this is literally the sexiest man alive

Medic

favorite thing about them

i have a thing for shitty men with halfway decent hearts but are trying(sometimes) okay like okay he’s so chaotic and bad but ;___; i love you

least favorite thing about them

this mostly applies to his Meet the vid but he comes off as really apathetic and cruel? i think in everything else he comes off as a bit nicer if not absentminded and not too socially aware which is :)

favorite line

bro when he warns heavy about that gun in the comix? gay rights U__U also the like “you can take the brain out of the criminal and put it in a pumpkin, but you cant take the criminal out of the brain in the pumpkin” or whatever shit sir i love you

brOTP

engie baby!!!! i also really like spy & sniper bc im weak for shitty support relationships i think med just works really good w/ everyone really in some way

OTP

heavy baby!!!

nOTP

all of the mercs are fine (excluding the usual lol) but like cHeavymed people are freaks die

random headcanon

he has really poor eating & sleeping habits he almost relies on everyone else to keep him alive, he’s autistic & he’s jewish but not really practicing, he pulls & tugs on things when he’s stressed, he’s actually really smart medically he just doesn’t like showing it/messing w/ people (it makes some of the smarter mercs nervous lol), when he gets bored & has nothing to play with he digs for drama he loves to start unnecessary arguments that have no value whatssoever, he’s scared of dogs, he only trusts sniper & maybe heavy to handle his birds if he were to die, heavy & archimedes are like mega comfort objects(?) for him !!, he’s kinda really bad at showing he likes/cares for people, this goes especially hard on engie ):, he has a really big sweet tooth, he cant cook, he doesnt ever censor himself and can be pretty rude, he’s an open book and has no sense of integrity, he got super attached to heavy right off the bat for seemingly no reason and it was just super awkward lol, he gets distracted really easily and drops projects too often when he gets bored/forgets, his room is a mess he doesnt know how to do chores, he’s trans and hasnt done anything to medically transition but he handles everyone on team who is 

unpopular opinion

he’s not a fucking sociopath lol like he has a heart and cares he just has a hard time differentiating right from wrong and doesnt think things out i love you

song i associate with them

this is my emo music time i keep changing this but im gonna go It Was A Swift Not A Swallow - Crywank

favorite picture of them

i cant pick between these two he’s saving his fucking boyfriends life & also the 2nd he just looks so peaceful and :)

Scout

favorite thing about them

he’s a sweet boy!!! he just wants friends and he’s stuck with a bunch of middle aged men we have to love his endurance also he’s a little baby faced menace i love you

least favorite thing about them

in the canon i ignore lol.. too straight we cant have that

favorite line

all his lines talking about how the group of them are all best friends and stuff??? i love that

brOTP

sniper !!!! also spy also everyone

OTP

no one really lol pyro is like. the only one im comfy w/

nOTP

sniper lol if we’re talking popular things & all the rest of the mercs really

random headcanon

he’s a super sweet boy who loves everyone on the team, he warmed up the fastest out of all of them and became super attached!!, he really wants a base dog, he really likes to spend time with everyone and listen to them talk like he loves sitting with engie and having him explain nerdy engineering nonsense that he’ll never get but he tries to but its just fun seeing how excited the other person is!!!, he became super close to sniper right off the bat for some reason which is weird bc scout can talk forever and sniper doesn’t know how to hold a conversation for more than 5 minutes but they like hanging out even if it gets tiring, he lives off of sugary drinks medic keeps telling him to stop, he loves to hang out w/ spy and they get on each others nerves but really enjoy it at the end of the day, he has little to no sense of boundaries, he loves to give hugs!!, he really tries to engage with everyone’s interests like i said he just loves making/seeing other people happy, he loves being part of big groups it always just feels like a big family to him

unpopular opinion

he gay :)

song i associate with them

the calculation - regina spektor

favorite picture of them

trans rights!!!

Soldier

favorite thing about them

he is a sweetheart he is my big stupid husband and we both love raccoons =.=

least favorite thing about them

the patriotism……  we arent having that

favorite line

he’s literally so fucking funny especially all his things w/ merasmus and just. everything

brOTP

excluding demo uh !!! SPY!!!! :D

OTP

demo :)

nOTP

engie x.x

random headcanon

he’s super sweet !!! he loves his friends so much, he loves to show off his raccoons to everyone :), he bonds w/ sniper over wildlife(raccoons), everyone has a lot of patience w/ him bc he struggles to communicate things a lot and kinda needs his time to get points across, he’s actually really observant and it would be really good if he just didnt jump to wild conclusions based off of it all the time, he’s really conscious of his actions and how they affect others like he’s kinda violent impulsively but hes taken note of who is and isnt okay with it or who’s okay w/ him saying what in front of them, he’s really protective of his friends!!! he knows theyre capable but he loves looking out for them, he loves to drag them off on fitness expeditions/training but he tires out before a good number of them/gets bored, he wakes up the earlies he loves the mornings, he can cook but nobody knows it, like scout he loves to indulge in what other people like but he’s more handson he loves to screw in screws for engie or hand medic tools or read out loud to spy or heavy or show sniper things he catches/turn over rocks with him, he loves medics birds but doc wont let him touch them ):, he wants to get a base dog too, he has no volume or tone control, probably the best hugger, he’s kinda shy about personal things like himself in general or being trans & liking guys he’s actually pretty decent at keeping personal things to himself not that he wouldnt share it just feels weird, 

unpopular opinion

he’s not just like shouty mean stupid man,,, he’s actually really sweet 

song i associate with them

rejoice- AJJ 

favorite picture of them

i have worse naked honey pics but this is fucking it lads gay rights

[togetherinspirit7]

[FAN ACCOUNT] 171230 INFINITE Begin Again - Day 2

Hi all! Before I start with the second day things, I wanted to add some first day things that I forgot when I posted. So, I forgot to mention how cute the opening vcr is. It is so cute! It’s like the mature version of the end of ‘White Confession’ where they all bring presents. Then it ends with them outside with sparklers and it’s just so pretty~ Besides that I also forgot to mention that the stage this time around is a lot higher than ‘That Summer 3′ which makes viewing so much better. I remember I was in a similar spot for TS3 and could only see from their knees up, but I could pretty much see everything this time around! Also, I forgot to mention that they were telling us not to push each other cause it hurts them to see us get hurt. And Dongwoo was like, ‘You wouldn’t want to see us pushing and hurting each other, right?’ and he pushed Woohyun a bit and Woohyun almost fell out of his chair for real lol. It was cute but I swear I saw the flash of fright in Woohyun’s eyes lol. Also, as the boys were doing their intros, Dongwoo stopped crying and was back to his energetic self, which Gyu later teased him for by saying, ‘He was just crying a few minutes ago!!’ lol. Dongwoo was very energetic all night, the boys had to calm him down a few times lol. He kept dancing while they were talking and they were like ‘Whoa whoa’ lol. I also forgot that while talking about Sungjong’s solo songs they mentioned ‘Good Morning’ and tried to get Sungjong to sing it but he was like, ‘Uhhh’ so they tried to get Inspirit to sing but it was super quiet so everyone was laughing. Speaking of solos, did I mention Dongwoo’s pelvic thrusting??? Or Woohyun copying him? Well yeah, that. And it was amazing. Oh and I remember a bit of what they were talking about during the Instagram section. The question was about what they do after they wake up. Myungsoo checks to see if his eyelids are doubled or not lol. Namu said he needs to put on makeup and that’s what prompted Sunggyu to tease him about getting ready and the difference between Myungsoo and Woohyun lol. Tbh, it seemed like the first day was a bit like a rehearsal. They changed a lot for the second day. Keep reading for more second day shenanigans!

So I had a much better experience for the second day, although the meet itself was an hour shorter than the previous day. I did see a lot more intentional, rude pushing by fan in front of me, but luckily my area was quite tame. So the biggest take away from day 2 was the fact that they changed quite a lot of stuff. The boys had their hair done, some minor costume changes, chair changes, confetti changes, bg changes, and most importantly... they completely cut out 1 whole hour of talking time. It was most likely because 3.5 hours is quite long in itself but also because Myungsoo had the MBC Drama Awards to attend at 9pm (the meet ended around 8:30). So they didn’t do the dice talk AT ALL! They also did only about half the questions in the Golden Bell section too. They also got rid of the Inspirit Chance, I guess since it didn’t help them anyway lol. Oh and I’m not sure if it wasn’t working yesterday or I didn’t notice or people just weren’t wearing them, but the LED bands lit up automatically and even vibrated at certain parts of the show. Kind of like what the SM artist bands/lightsticks do. Another cute thing the boys (mostly Woohyun) did was instead of saying 2018 in the normal Sino-Korean numbers, they used the Pure Korean way of saying it instead because 18 sounds like the f-bomb a bit if pronounced incorrectly. (There are 2 counting systems, one using pure Korean and the other based off of Chinese characters).

Anyway, these next few things might be out of order, but I’ll try to organize it as best as I can! I think it was some time at the beginning, Woohyun started doing this dance and the members all freaked out cause Woohyun was giving out spoilers. Dongwoo had to hold him back lol. And judging by the members’ faces, it was a real spoiler lol. Since they skipped the dice part, the beg of the meet went by really quick. 

Before the solos, they were teasing Sungjong for having the highest fees for his stage. They said since he has all these props and a hat and stuff, his fee was highest. They also tried to get us to sing ‘Good Morning’ again but... crickets. Sorry Sungjong! But it’s hard to know a song that was never officially released! Also, there was another mistake at the beg of Myungsoo’s solo. He sat down and looked offstage and was pointing to his mic. Apparently they forgot to turn it on. Then I guess they told him they turned it on so he made like an okay sign and tested the mic, all while the bgm was still going. Hopefully, his stage will go smoothly today. Woohyun said someone gifted the song to him, but I can’t remember the name he said. Dongwoo also said he helped take part in making his song with someone, but once again, I’m not too sure who. Sunggyu said that Nell’s Jonghwan wrote the song for him, but he wrote all the lyrics, and he made it clear that he does not want to name the song ‘Laser’ lol. He was just like, hard no lol. Sungyeol said that he wore a different jacket (it was a big blue furry one similar to Dongwoo’s red one) today because he saw Dongwoo’s jacket from yesterday and told the stylists he wants that one lol. So cute. They made a joke about how they look like the Korean flag and that it works out cause Dongwoo is red and red is on top and since he’s the hyung, he’s on top lol. Yeol also revealed that he was curious about who’s stage was actually the most expensive so he asked and it was actually Yeol’s lol. He said he didn’t realize the fireworks were that expensive and that his new jacket added onto the total lol.

The instagram section was next and this time they only answered one question. It was if they had daughters, who would be the most loving to their daughter. Sungjong said that you’d think it would be Woohyun but.. and after hearing that Woohyun got all mad lol. But Sungjong said he think it’d be Sungyeol. Sungyeol agreed and said he wouldn’t even let her wear a skirt and everyone was like NOOO. Sunggyu said it definitely wouldn’t be him and that he hasn’t even thought about having kids. Dongwoo said he would want sons and daughters and that he wants 5 kids who all have different interests. Woohyun told him good luck on finding a wife lol. Sunggyu said he thinks Myungsoo would be really good to his daughter. Soo agreed and said that he would totally treat his son differently than his daughter. He’d be really worried with a daughter but really tough on the son lol. Yeol joked that Myungsoo would hate to have a son like Yeol. Someone (maybe Myungsoo) said that Sungjong would be good to a daughter and Sungjong agreed kinda blatantly as he does lol.

Like I said before, the quiz section was cut super short. They did the ‘Korean’ class, like last time and the first answer was ‘Second Invasion Evolution Plus’ and everyone was like wtf! But the thing is they didn’t give it with any spaces inbetween the words so Sungyeol was complaining lol. The second answer was ‘Be Back’ and it was hilarious cause Dongwoo wrote all kinds of things that started with ‘BB’ and Woohyun wrote ‘Babo for inspirits’ and Sunggyu wrote ‘Big Bang’ LOL. Everyone was like wth! The ‘Science’ section was a pic of Dongwoo’s ear, which everyone got wrong. Sungjong really thought it was his and Dongwoo was surprised it was his. He said he has more earrings than in the picture and was almost in denial that it was him lol. The next pic was an outfit pic of Sungyeol. The ‘Music’ section was Infinite F’s ‘I’m Going Crazy’. Gyu and Jong tried to cheat a lot by asking Inspirit. Namu was cute and kissing the dolls and having the dolls kiss each other and kiss him and Yeol was staring at him with this judging look lol. So Dongwoo lost again lol cause he got 0 points. But he said it’s boring to punish him cause he lost yesterday so he convinced everyone, very easily, to punish the second place loser, Sunggyu. So he spun the wheel and got ‘Fashion King’ like everyone wanted. He went off stage to change and the boys stole a few more dolls to throw into the crowd. Sungyeol came back on stage after getting more dolls and said that Sunggyu’s costume was hilarious and to try to film it secretly lol. Then Woohyun said to film freely since it was okay in this section. So as you prob know by now, Gyu comes out wearing a Mario costume and he had to perform ‘Entrust’ and ‘Cover Girl’ like that. Also, Sungyeol tried to get his dolls to the 2nd floor again but to no avail.

During the next ment, Gyu tried to sneak off stage to change but Dongwoo dragged him back and made him dance ‘The Eye’ in the costume lol. He said he doesn’t mind but didn’t wanna wear the mustache cause it was hard to breathe, so Woohyun told him not to breathe lol. Gyu had previously tossed the hat out to a fan but the members wanted him to wear it so they asked the fan if they could borrow it and that they’d give it back to her. Then Dongwoo put it sweetly on Gyu’s head and that’s how we got the funniest vers of ‘The Eye’. Dongwoo was excited cause he said we’ve never done a Halloween or Christmas party but now it’s like we have lol. At the last ments, we were all cheering and congratulating Myungsoo for his Newcomer Award nomination. Yeol said that everything we’ve been wanting (for the dice and wheel) had come true so hopefully this will too. During the last ment, there was another airplane event. Namu picked one up and was reading the instructions printed on the paper out loud. He said, ‘Please write down a message filled with love for Infinite... this paper is blank.’ LOL 

All in all, even though it felt a bit less interactive than usual, it was a good time! Sunggyu was a lot quieter than normal and it did feel a bit more routine event-like than the usual free for all Infinite style, but I had a much better experience. I know I’m writing this really late, but hopefully it interests someone out there! Once again, make sure to show your love to our boys and Happy New Year everyone! May 2018 be the year of INFINITE!

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

U R entitled to your own opinion. but still what could've been so messed up for you to hate it? I remember you fangirling about Anne back when only the Japanese version was released back in 2016.

Summary (and incomplete list) of my problems. 

Yeah as I played the Japanese ver the first time I was focusing on the positives.....after I finished I...it felt off......tbh it felt off while playing it but I didn’t notice/refused to listen to it cause I was waiting to see things unfold. And while I understood what was going on, there was some crucial information (at least crucial for me to process it correctly) I knew I was missing cause of the language barrier. 

After a 2nd time through I saw it..... I saw how all the antagonists were.....not well written besides Kamoshida and Sae (and even Sae could’ve used some tweaks to her motive, tho not as much tweaks as the rest of the game I think needs). I saw how there was a lot of similarities between P4....and not the good time......it felt pretty copy paste....and tbh if it was going to copy and paste one of the past game’s formula.....it should’ve been P3′s.....But hey...that would’ve mean that Atlus would’ve had to write more overarching arcs in P5 like they did with P3, and we can’t have that kind of effort...... The lack of overarching arcs really hurts Anne, Ryu, and Yusuke (who, even in my first playthrough, I felt he literally dropped off the face of the earth after I finished the dungeon, not his arc where we see Madarame’s confession, I literally forgot Yusuke was there right after I finished the dungeon with like a month to go before the confession). Haru and Goro get screwed in their own way. I felt like the game relied too much on Makoto and Futaba to do stuff (it felt like they were doing everything, barring the MC of course). It didn’t feel much like a Phantom Thief game (tho it takes a bunch of the story cliches without any of the fun). I never felt like I had freedom.....which is a problem when the game’s theme is freedom. Not with the MC’s dialogue, he has like one personality to choose from (which for the most part feels like it’s mostly “jerk, sassy-jerk, funny-jerk” like it’s worse than the PQ options). The endings suck in terms of freedom of choice, it’s like 5 steps backwards from P4 which is wrong since they should’ve at least taken a step forward from P4 considering P5 is next gen and P4 was made on a shoe-string budget. The dungeons...oh my gawd..... Give me P3/4′s any day. Yes I like the randomly generated one’s cause it gave me more choice than P5′s. P5′s were good the first time through, but they are such a slog after that. It’s not that P5′s are big, but it’s that they aren’t bigger! Give me an option on how I want to approach the treasure! Give me a short route, a fast route, an easy route, a hard route, a long route, a medium route, and make it so I can back track and go through all the routes if I want. Give me incentive to take the longer/harder route (better weapons, loot, items but of course it’s harder, higher risk means higher reward), give me the short/fast route so when I’m replaying for the 53rd time I can just skate through that without having to spend an hour going through a dungeon I’m destroying (it says something when the dungeon is so long that it’ll take someone an hour to run through the dungeon on NG+ on safety, while it takes maybe 10-30 min to speed through P3/4 on NG+ regardless of difficulty. Like...god....thinking about playing P5 NG+ on the hardest difficulty must take them like 2 hours a dungeon or more @.@). But yeah I never felt free in the game, the characters never felt free in the dungeon setting (AND THAT’S WHAT ATLUS WOULD SAY IN THEIR INTERVIEWS! The characters are suppose to feel more free in the Metaverse! WHY IS IT THEY DON’T FEEL LIKE THAT WHEN I PLAY?????)

Actually bouncing off that, I hate the characterization inconsistencies. Anne and Ryu get the worst of it, but this also applies to comments on Anne/Mako’s thief outfits too. I love Anne I do, but Atlus screw her and everyone over so bad. She’s suppose to speak out against sexualization but then gets sexualized in her own game. And not even in a “I’m being confident and am being sexy cause I want to” fanservice it’s always “someone is looking at me and I’m uncomfortable and don’t want to be looked at” fanservice...... And the former seems to be what they might’ve wanted to do, the artbook stating her short skirt as a reason.....but then the rest of the game is just her hating her outfit and it’s like “WHAT?!” And it doesn’t help the Devs were like “oh yeah we thought that’d be cute.” NO! NO IT’S NOT ATLUS! I’d give you a pass with her wearing it the first few times and then getting used to it and owning it (cause that’d be growth), but no.....not for 98% of the game......  And then Ryuji, he’s all “protect women’s honor” when it comes to Anne being creeped on by random guys, but as soon as he gets the chance to be a creep he takes it. And it really just messes with his values, or how we see his values in that regard....all cause Atlus wants a cheap laugh. Same goes for the MC, the whole reason he was in that mess was cause he was protecting a woman, and he also creeps on Anne a little (tho not as enthusiastically as Ryu, and you could actually be dating her by those times so you could say that Anne’s actually fine with him doing it). And then Makoto.....her’s is minor but it also deals with her outfit, tho iirc it’s only really during the Mementos convos (and Anne’s does too, but it also happens outside in that and her arc’s theme in dungeon one is also a big factor in why it’s bad), but it’s still there. Anne and Makoto’s views on their own outfits muddles how the game address why they are dressed that way. We get “it’s your will of rebellion” but we have a variety of reactions. Ryuji’s was what I expected everyone to be like aka “mine’s pretty cool, but your’s is strange” kinda thing....cause they seem like it’s tailored for them......And yeah you can say “oh the big bad had some influence in it” but.......that’s just.....weird and it really muddies something that could be easy to grasp.....I mean the outfits kinda do a good job at reflecting their Personas! And, at least with Hashino, everyone seems to like their Personas.....WHICH MAKES SENSE! SO WHY NOT MAKE THE COSTUMES MAKE SENSE EVEN THO THEY ARE ALIGNED TO MAKE SENSE AND lkfelnfsd;aknfal;f AHHHHHHHHHh!!!!

Sorry that’s all I can go into for now. You don’t have to agree with it of course but......it’s just......a lot of things....piled on......and....why....why is it like this..... @.@ ;w;

[sweettsubaki]

On to Detective Comics #966 : A Lonely Place of Living Part 2. It better be, well, better than #965 cause it was pretty bad (luckily it shouldn’t be hard to do better).

I get it’s supposed to be a cute funny, but with how we left things in #965, this is just annoying. I deliberately waited a day before reading this 2nd issue to avoid that and in just one tag, I got right back to it. Plus I really dislike this tendency Tynion has to being vague about the time frame. Like, you don’t have to be specific to the second, but he could have easily said “about ten years from now” (timeframe from the original Titans of Tomorrow storyline). Seriously this is the best way to create freaking plot hole while also trying to avoid creating a timeline so he won’t have any plotholes.

Can I punch Tynion? “it was chosen for me”, even in the Titans of Tomorrow Arc Tim only somewhat rejected the fault on others. Seriously for someone with such a wrapped view of the world he was actually fairly self aware. “it could be worse” is something he says in Teen Titans v3 #18 for a reason. (also notice how when Tynion writes Tim, when Tim talks it’s always about himself, or about other things through/by himself) Even Titans today which has some seriously big flaws (the main one being that they follow the rule of the future is pretty much inevitable despite some changes, the 2nd one being the whole TimxCassie thing seeing as Tim never seemed especially interested in Cassie while Cassie partly lived her lovestory with Kon through Tim so I can believe her part)  and was fairly messy, actually made more sense.

oh look another round of Genius Tim McGenius being used for Deus Ex Machina reasons.

you know what the irony is? In Titans of Tomorrow, Tim was more depicted as a gang leader than anything else. In the “precisions” (which is a big exaggeration considering the mess it is) brought by Titans Today, we know that the one behind the scenes of the more...political side is Lex Luthor.

so they’re not using the Titans today storyline? Still makes little sense as Tim was more of a gang leader than anything else in that storyline.

Broke him? Should we take a look back at Detective Comics #946 and #963?

Maybe something “broke”.But his fascist system was fucking gonna happen anyway.

Or he was planning to do it anyway and is on his own ‘cause you (apparently finally) ended up saying no. (you still always follow cult leaders but I guess Lonnie’s a step up from Tynion’s version of Tim).

So you did what Bruce did and what pre-N52 Tim never did even when he was evil. Ok....

Is Tynion still trying to convince me this is Preboot Tim?

I guess as long as Tynion’s not having Doomsday defeated by them I should be grateful. (still surprised they’re bringing back the concept of hypertime since 52, and then N52 were created to replace it).

Also are we gonna see Batman Beyond!Tim? ‘Cause so far he’s the closest thing to Pre N52 Tim I’ve seen (along with Duke). Also he’s disappeared so...you know...

Should I count the  number of times Tynion feels obliged to remind us Tim’s amazingly intelligent instead of showing us he can be?

I hope they’re gonna clarify this, ‘cause right now it makes no sense

Cassandra Cain, Dick Grayson, Kate Kane, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, (if you want to look on a wider scale there’s Barbara Gordon, Huntress, Duke, Gotham Girl, Jean Paul Valley, Luke)

Did anyone else laugh? Dick? Move on? DAMMIT TYNION DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE CHARACTERS YOU WRITE ?

This is done in a different way but it reminds me of all the writers who used to undo all of Jason’s work on himself so they could use him like they want.

To think that Jason’s finally actually getting somewhat of a development in his own series, it’s a shame.to see this happen.

I may not remember that arc well (and I'm pretty sure I do), Damian went bak to his more violent methods because of Dick's death soo…. Why would he do that?

It seems to be the same as with Jason, they're using badly done excuses to get Tim to that point. Even Titans today did it better.

Of course you saw everything. I liked PreN52's reasoning of doing it for revenge because he didn’t have any emotional stability left after everything that happened in his life and then being completely wrapped up in it better. Also I guess they're gonna make Batman!Tim blame everything on Kate?

So right now they eliminated Kate, Jason, Dick and Damian, but we still have at least Cass, Barbara and Jean Paul.

This kind of flaw would be nice if it wasn't used to say Tim's the most Genius to ever Genius. That moment your Deus Ex Machina-ness fails you.

Ah yes because Doomsday cannot recognize a hologram.

And yet you're closer to him than either of you is to Pre New 52….

Since Future Batman seems to believe so much this is his past I don't see why Tim should be worried about besides escape freaking Doomsday at this point. Unless he's suicidal he wouldn't hurt him.

Why would preN52Tim even have to be sorry. for? I mean I have ton of reasons in my mind for N52/Rebirth’s version of Tim but Preboot?  Still trying to link this to the Titans of Tomorrow storyline? Since we've seen Conner in the first pages I suppose it means he's the clone who managed to get Tim where he is. (I suppose here's he's referencing Conner's death).  I don't really get how that's possible, if they're part of the same "timestream" then they should share the memories.

Still it's weird 'cause preboot Tim started his actual spiraling when Conner died so why wasn't he part of the first explanation is beyond me.

No one you should know. Stay away from him.

Again, unless someone is actively tampering both their memories this shouldn't happen. Because if Young Tim was unaware of what's going on, then Future Tim should know about it if he's regained said memories. I mean you’d think the different costume would be enough of a tell that something’s weird..

I'd feel for him if I wasn't so annoyed by the rest of the issue

Of course you will. Because his future self killing one of his teemmate won’t affect him at all. Also he didn’t already plan to Lex Luthor his way in life.

So this is the end of this issue. Still no answer for the questions the previous issue brought (to me at least). And it’s a thousand times more messy, confused and convoluted.

Seriously what was wrong with the solution of having N52/Rebirth Tim Drake be a different character placed here because the universe “needs” a Tim Drake and being taken away ‘cause his presence might remind the bats there used to be a different Tim who was taken away because he was close to most of the Batfam and had deep relationships with other heroes linked to the main ‘houses’ of Heroes, including Wally West (through Dick AND Bart) who was involved in the shifting of the universe. It would have been 10000 times less convoluted than this and would probably have had less plot holes.

[darkhei-noam]

100 Suggestions for Seekers, Spiritual Activists, and Indigo Children

1. Speak to the homeless.  2. Become sensitive enough that you’re overwhelmed with awe when you come upon old bridges and other long-standing architectural elements.  3. Social media fasts every Friday night through Saturday early evening.  4. Simple gratitude mantra recited every morning – whether you mean it or not.  5. Read Alberto Caeiro’s poetry in the moments closest to sleep – especially in the summer months.  6. Stop using the language of “belief” to describe the encounter with God.  7. Don’t employ hyperbolic cynicism on social media platforms.  8. If you earn more than $135k give away all monies above $135k. 9. Keep a small running list of friends who need to be “thought of” and think about them (even briefly) each day.  10. Annual ritual ablution in any natural (or unnatural) body of water for sake of “washing oneself clean” and to reinforce inner-conviction that no matter what we have done, there is almost certainly the possibility to begin anew.  11. Strive to reach hospitality metrics of 180 people hosted in your home (annually).  12. Seekers who are also heavy drinkers should give up drinking.  13. Visit the site of a tragedy or trauma that affected someone else (not you) and sit there quietly, maybe praying on behalf of all those directly and indirectly impacted by the event.  14. Donate (new) toys to the children of immigrants.  15. Don’t worry about what people will think about you if you pause to offer (audible) praise for the food you are about to eat.  16. Occasional genuflection all the way down to the bare earth. Hold for ten seconds.  17. Always greet passersby with a bright countenance and, if appropriate, greetings.  18. Get to the place where sometimes you can transform doing the dishes into an act of divine service.  19. Don’t shirk your responsibility to take care of the people you’re closest to.  20. Silent retreats are not necessary, but honor any rising feeling that you’ve spoken too much.  21. Study the spiritual autobiographies of seekers.  22. Presume that most changes that’ll take place in your life will come about almost entirely by serendipitous or mysterious means and only very partially as a result of your will or intentionality. 23. Cultivate a recognition that you are not actually you but that what you are is 1) Light 2) Compassion raging to break free 3) God’s breath.  24. Abandon spiritual teachers who suggest they have the answers. Seek spiritual teachers who ask the best questions.  25. Don’t worry as much about growing your own food as you do about whether every child in a 5-mile radius of your home has access to fresh food.  26. Resist popular temptations to wear dark sunglasses inside.  27. While there may be social benefits to some types of gossip, seekers should never speak ill of others behind their backs, and should gently redirect conversation if someone else wants to gossip in this way with them. 28. Unless your criticism of another is absolutely centered in a loving desire for that person to grow, do not offer it. And never feign loving desire.  29. Many friends may come to you seeking advice. Your wisdom will be judged by your capacity to ask open-ended questions that invite friends to answer their own spiritual quandaries.  30. Don’t sleep with a phone close to your bed.  31. It’s OK to hang images of saints and other righteous individuals on your walls as long as you understand that these images only represent the inner-saint-and-righteous-individual within your own self.  32. It’s OK not to be a God person but then you must have another spiritual mechanism that reminds you, “You’re not the center of this universe – It’s not all about you.”  33. If a beggar walks into Starbucks and folks are ignoring him or her, calmly greet this person and without any fanfare buy them a cup of coffee.  34. The study of sacred texts is less about acquiring wisdom as much as it is about communing with Wisdom.  35. Blessing and insight are definitely found within the obstacles of the day-to-day and you should forgive yourself for never finding them there.  36. Once a week, stand before a mirror and take a really good look at yourself.  37. When you hear about a wrongful death as a result of police brutality, write the deceased’s name on a piece of paper and go out into a public space and just hold that name up for an hour.  38. If your heart’s in the right place, religious law can be broken.  39. All pop love songs are allegories about God’s love for each and every individual.  40. Reject the commercialism of the holiday season but recognize giving gifts as a vehicle to get beyond your small self.  41. Restrict your consumption of meat to Sabbaths, holidays, and other occasional celebrations.  42. The body is the palace of the soul – not the prison of the soul.  43. In moments of despair: retreat, forgive, and refocus.  44. It’s OK to be a gentle stoner, but anything that gets shot in your veins is a source of illusion and dead ends.  45. Even solitary mystics will someday seek a community of practice.  46. Walk in cemeteries.  47. Never engage in road rage.  48. Make generous exclamations of delight whenever you eat.  49. Light bonfires at the darkest moment of winter.  50. Ensure that every stranger is greeted.  51. Strong coffee, for vision’s sake.  52. Compulsive desire to perform secret acts of charity.  53. Try and learn the personal story of one new individual every day.  54. Always live in proximity to a wooded or wild area such that if the need arose you could be alone in nature within five minutes.  55. Amulets are OK, but should be worn discretely.  56. If and when the challenges that beset you are many more and much greater than you can handle, take a vacation day, get hydrated, and recite: “I know that sometimes we go bankrupt. I know that sometimes we bottom out. Dear God, accompany me and walk beside me. I possess the inner resources to get through this. And if I don’t, that will be OK too”.  57. Wearing a beard is permitted, but the wearer must often joke about being a seeker with a beard and thus reveal certain self-consciousness and self-doubt.  58. Reverent acknowledgement of very old trees.  59. Carry small printouts of powerful texts in your jacket pockets.  60. Be capable of providing a “thick description” of at least one spiritual tradition that is not your own.  61. Over the course of a spiritual journey, there may be moments in which the God you are familiar with, the God around whom your community is built, will appear to you in an unfamiliar guise and perhaps even in the mask of another people’s God. You should be able to breath through these times, appreciating them for their depth and humor.  62. After the seeker has glimpsed a little of what she seeks, the seeker must transmit and translate these glimpses to others.  63. Pay close attention to the deaths of artists and writers. When a writer or poet dies consider for a moment if you have any of his or her books on your shelf. If you do, take one down and leaf through it for a bit. Carry it with you in your briefcase for the day. 64. Gather some of your closest friends and everyone’s children and take a walk down through the woods on a rainy, but not bitterly cold winter day. Go further than you might think appropriate for the children. The walk should feel as much “ordeal” as “outing”. Someone should have the capacity and gear to make tea. 65. Wear clean clothes and brush your teeth a lot.  66. As you walk through the streets on your way to wherever, keep in mind that you might be called upon at any moment to intervene on behalf of another person’s wellbeing and safety.  67. Pray for the repealing of the 2nd amendment.  68. Recite 100 expressions of gratitude and wonder each day.  69. There is something called mindfulness based meditation and then there is something else called mindlessness based meditation. Both are legitimate paths.  70. Travel to distant lands is a vehicle for self-discovery, but so is therapy and true friendship.  71. Your consciousness is the most recent fruit of a billion year evolutionary process. Do not ever forget that.  72. Elitism is not an aspiration. 73. No need to follow a regimented diet as long as you eat simply and with plenty of deep-seated gratitude.  74. Being weird for God is one of the great delights of this life.  75. Living a happy life is not the goal. Living a meaningful life is the goal. And often the pursuit of meaning is very difficult.  76. It’s OK to yell at drivers to slow down as long as you’re only concerned about the wellbeing of children and not taking it as an opportunity to enjoy belittling another.  77. When trying to attend to the question, “How good do I really need to be?” have the chutzpah to insist, “Really fucking good”.  78. Forgive others for whom the trauma of history has impacted their capacity to accept others without bias, but strive to accept all without bias.  79. Make time to mentor others whether personally or professionally or spiritually.  80. Don’t forget the look of your own handwriting.  81. Do not practice a spirituality that has you despair having been placed in this world.  82. Try to undermine your faith in order to stay spiritually limber and soft.  83. Greetings performed with a kiss to each cheek.  84. Spiritual leadership means being able to remain calm in moments of communal crisis and being able to fall apart in moments of personal crisis.  85. For a seeker, the death of a loved one is an opportunity to gaze behind the curtain that is typically drawn over daily consciousness.  86. Transform sleepless nights into experiences rich with the potential for communion.  87. Take great pleasure at the sight of people doing silly things, like a pack of friends all holding hands and walking through the city.  88. Become concerned if your heart is unmoved by scenes of misfortune that get in your way.  89. Some type of religious costume ought to be worn on occasion.  90. Do whatever you need to do in order to beam light from your navel.  91. Be known for zealously seeking to understand what’s going on inside people before judging them.  92. Every once in a while let in the crushing humility that is induced when contemplating the massive scale of the cosmos and time.  93. Speak to God as if you are speaking to a close friend.  94. Forgive crass humor.  95. Be kind to all animals.  96. Get up on a hill and stare at the sun toward evening.  97. Don’t be rough with children.  98. Don’t own too many shoes.  99. Smile often.  100. Always believe there’s more to seek.

— Rabbi Joshua Bolton

[leagueofawesomedudes]

Week 9 Preview

Well fellas, we’re officially entering in to the second half of the NFL season and I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am exhausted. I think it’s a combination of the 3 AM Free Agency wake up calls and this past Halloween weekend where the majority of us were either blacked out or rolling tits from Friday 9pm until we went to work on Monday morning (except for Chad, who had to use some PTO because he’s such a beta nowadays.) Anyways, since we’re at the halfway point of the season and since TJ didn’t want to issue his personal (pointless?) mid-szn power rankings, I figured I would take this time to at least revisit his initial pre-szn rankings and see what he got right and what he got wrong as of the current mid-szn standings. I mainly wanted to do this because the matchups aren’t overly exciting this week with lots of teams on bye and since nobody is really beefing with each other currently (minus the entire city of Cleveland against the Browns organization). Don’t worry, I’ll eventually get into the matchups/predictions, but strap in because this is going to be a long one - I took work off to do this.

Grading the Caito Rankings - Preseason Edition

To refresh everyone’s memories Tj categorized us into 3 different sections (wow what a fucking racist) dynasties, wild cards and tankers. I am not going to rerank everyone because the standings speak for themselves (duh). I am just going to grade Tj’s original predictive categories.

Dynasties:

Holla’s Heavy Hitters - Wow, right off the bat and Tj couldn’t have been further from being correct as the heavy hitters are currently sitting in last place (tied) with a 2-6 record. Grant it, he has the third most points scored against him, so maybe attribute his poor record to bad matchup luck. Holla will need to climb the leaderboard as high as his friends were Saturday night in order to reach the playoffs. 

2. Crow’s Before Hoes - With all of the trades Pauly has made he has definitely solidified himself as a top contender this year (despite losing his leader Watson for the rest of the season a few hours ago) and has claimed his rightful throne as the LOAD’s 2017 official Trade Guy. 

3. Julio Tones - Tj bet on himself as being one of the top dawgs this year and he has proven it to be true. He’s also probably going to be super pissed after he sees that I am doing all of this, but content is king. People would’ve read your rankings no matter what their preconceived notions were about them ;)....Anyways zeke is spinning right back into that 6 game suspension so let’s see how your squad holds up without everyone’s favorite bucknut.

4. 2 Gurleys 1 Cup - Sam is a perennial contender so this was an obvious pick, however with this past weekend’s rape allegations and with his recent outlandish drug intakes during OU’s Homecoming and Halloween in Cle should he be considered for a 6 game suspension just as much as Tj’s top player? LOAD Presidente will need to address this.... #LockHimUp.

Wild Cards:

5.  Jon SnOBJs - Chad is and will always be a wild card, on and off the court. Just look at some of these pics from last weekend:

6. Little Diggs - Tj underestimated my powers like Obi Wan underestimated Anakin’s. But in this ending, Anakin (Little Diggs) will slay down Obi Wan (Julio Tones) in the duel on Mustafar (fantasy championship) altering the fantasy landscape forever.

 Tankers

7. The Injured Reserve - Casey’s more of a wild card currently sitting in at 4th place, but that David Johnson injury will most likely crawl back to hurt him just like his piss crawls down everyones couches.

8. Ain’t EZ Bein Breesy - Solden’s definitely trying, I’ll give him that. But maybe a little too much time has been focused on Mel instead of his lineup?

9.  The Brady Bunch - Tj thought this was one of the worst rosters drafted and looking at Doug’s starting lineup it’s actually solid all around. He has mitigated his risk by diversifying in all different sectors and taking long and short positions all at the correct time. Dude manages his roster just like his....wait for it.....401k plan. Nice.

10. G-reg 3rd leg - Bingo. Tj thought this was the worst roster in the beginning of the season and so far it has performed that way. Even though Watson just went down today, I bet if Bennet would’ve picked up Waston instead of the guy who likes to kiss titties in his mom’s mini van he would have a better record.

But it doesn’t really matter because the rest of the his roster kinda looks like this:

Alright Tj hasn’t done that bad so far, couple big misses, couple spot on hits. Maybe he can do a year end recap before he retires from fantasy at the end of the season.....Anyways, on to the week 9 matchups:

Ain’t EZ Bein Breesy (3-5; 8th place) vs. The Brady Bunch (4-4; 6th place)

The craziest trade deadline in the history of the NFL just passed and somehow three of the biggest names involved were both on Doug’s team. No way Doug has ever been apart of something more wild. Kelvin Benjamin and Jay Ajayi on their new teams will look to add some extra firepower to Doug’s already well balanced team. Who’s the third name you might ask? Doug scooped up the second coming of Christ AKA Flash Gordon to make his roster for more lit, literally.  The only way Solden can win this one is if he steals Doug’s phone, benches all of his players and then slips some ecstacy in Doug’s drink and hopes he ends up on the Shoreway towards Lakewood Sunday morning before he can get a chance to set his lineup. If not, then Doug wins this easily.

Rachel’s Boyfriend > Mel’s Boyfriend  

Holla’s Heavy Hitters (2-6; 9th place) vs. Julio Tones (6-2; 1st place - allegedly)

I won’t spend much time on this one as Tony’s first place squad should easily handle Holla’s last, especially after Hopkins just lost Watson. However, who would have thought that Holla would’ve turned down doing X with all of his friends and that TJ would be the one rolling face in a gaylord focker nurse’s costume at an EDM concert? Hopefully TJ isn’t letting this whole first place thing get to his head though and starts getting out of control like Manziel did after winning the Heisman....I mean a totally new and ridiculous haircut/mustache, a serious girlfriend, "running” in marathons and oh here’s a new one...being shady to paul:

Not caring about Paul? Wow, careful Teej, Uncle Ben once said, “with great power comes great responsibility”... Tread lightly with that first place title...

Gaylord Focker > Holla

2 Gurleys 1 Cup (5-3; 3rd place) vs. The Injured Reserve (5-3; 4th place)

Sam’s a fucking rapist. 

Casey > Rapey

Little Diggs (6-2; 2nd place) vs. Jon SnOBJs (3-5; 7th place)

Putting past performances aside, I think this week’s matchup between Chad and I will actually turn out to be extremely close. 3 of my usual starters are on bye and the rest are in shit matchups. I think in order for me to pull this one out I’m going to need Chad to pull one of these on Sunday morning and forget to set his lineup:

Passed out in 425′s lobby at 8 am.....what a fucking rookie....

PFT > Big Cat

MATCHUP OF THE WEEK:

G-reg 3rg leg (2-6; 10th place) vs. Crows before Hoes (4-4; 5th place)

I am not sure this should actually be the matchup of the week based on both rosters, but it will definitely be the one that everyone has their eyes on due to the big shakeup that happened today. Deshaun “Better Than Mitch” Watson tore his ACL on a non-contact injury late this afternoon and man will that injury change the landscape across the NFL and Fantasy worlds alike. Not only did pauly lose his leader, but he just traded for Deshaun’s best deep threat in Will Fuller. Didn’t you learn anything from all those years at OU hanging with Doug? Never put all your eggs in one basket...Diversify, Diversify, Diversify. However I think the 2 happiest people in regards to the Watson injury, were the browns analytics department and Matthew the Snowman Bennett. This dude HATES black quarterbacks. He says it’s because of historical trends and that none of them have ever been more than a flash in the pan (dude russell wilson?), but maybe it’s because the Snowman knows no other color besides white ; )

Anyways, if Paul decides to accept one of my trades or at the very least picks up another QB (might I suggest CJ Beathard because that last name is fucking gold) he should be able to pull this one out.

Little Guy > Big Guy

Alright men that is it for Little DIggs this week. Hopefully you all enjoyed. Remember to keep taking that vitamin C and pushing those fluids, the weekend begins tomorrow.

Peace and Good Luck, 

Dom