#alex hits 200: oh my god

[yumiis]

Congratulations on 200!!! Could I get

A

B

F

With Isaac? ❤️😩

absolutely my dear!

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 A, B, F ; isaac

　 ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

genre; fluff

type; headcanons

read below!

A: Affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show they care?)

isaac really likes to show he cares by supporting you no matter what. new haircut? he loves it! new clothing style? it suits you so well! find a new hobby? he's supporting it in every way he can! this corners with his love language, which is words of affirmation.

B: Beauty (what do they admire? what do they think is beautiful about their S/O?)

he love, love, LOVES your eyes. he also really likes your hands. no matter if your hands are calloused or soft, he loves them regardless. he loves holding them and kissing them. he could also definitely admire the color of your eyes for hours on end.

F: Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? how fast do they want to get married?)

i like to think isaac definitely wants to wait to get married, but he LOVES the thought of being fully committed to you, and only you. he loves fantasizing about you guys' wedding and what kind of ring he'll buy you.

[supercorpkid]

The sun can fuck right off

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader

Word count: 2795.

You are bored. Extremely, painfully bored. Kara and Lena are at work, Jamie is busy with Rao knows what, and Maya can’t come to your house, because her mom is the worst. So, you are bored with no idea what to do.

You also have been feeling like you need some adventures. It’s not like you got the taste for it, but every time you look at your picture with Wanda in another dimension, you just think about how great you felt protecting the world, and you just want that feeling again.

You’re not praying for trouble to come around, but when you hear a yell somewhere in the city, you also don’t complain about it. In fact, you suit up in a flash and you’re out of the house before any person can blink.

In retrospect, going out to fight bad guys without not even a heads up to your momma, or aunt Alex was a bad idea. You weren’t expecting a real villain, to be honest. Maybe some punks messing up with the city, or maybe even a fire, but definitely not a full grown-up man in a high-tech suit of armor, hitting the town with shockwaves.

You try flying closed-fist towards him at full speed, but are met with a strong shockwave before you get to him. You fall on the floor feeling a little dizzy, but you’re strong enough to get up. At least you called his attention, and he stopped terrorizing the city for a moment, to focus on you. You try flying again. You fall again. You try using your super speed, no use. Can’t get close to him without feeling an electric wave running through your veins.

Shit. Ok. Time to get serious. You shoot him with your heat vision. He is taken aback, but it doesn’t cause much damage to him, because he stomps his foot causing a mini earthquake. Not enough to destroy anything, but enough to be felt. You fly around cleaning the area for anyone who just might happen to be passing by. It wasn’t a big earthquake, but it was enough to get the DEO’s attention, and you hear when aunt Alex yells directions at the tactic team. You just have to hold him back, there is a team coming your way to help now.

Apparently, the only thing that can hold him back is your heat vision, so you try that again. Stronger. Totally focused on this one thing. You can feel heat running through your veins, like you’ve never felt before. You’ve never held your heat vision for so long and so strongly. But you know his armor is taking a big damage, so you power through. You can’t stop, not now, not when you’re so close to defeating him.

But you feel weak. You feel your legs giving in. And your body feels dry-up from energy. You hope his armor breaks before this breaks you.

When you hear DEO cars arriving at the scene, you give one final push, and hear a crack on his armor. That’s enough to make him fall on the ground and the tactic team runs to cuff him.

He isn’t the only one on the ground, though. You also feel weak, like you overused your powers. You can hear Alex’s voice somewhere close, so you know you’re safe and she’s got you. But you made the mistake of not calling Supergirl once and you’re not doing it again. Before you pass out, you press the emergency button on your watch. Just then you can let go.

You wake up, well-aware of where you are. How many times have you been in the DEO infirmary bed, under yellow sun lamps? It’s starting to look like a real thing in your life now.

“National City’ savior, everybody!” You hear your aunt's voice when you open your eyes. She comes closer with a smile on her face. “Why and how, and most importantly, Wow, kiddo.”

“Super hearing.” It’s your only response, and you look around, looking for your moms. “How badly hurt am I?”

“Not at all.” She holds your arm, and you sit on the bed, with her help. “What happened is that you got solar flared.”

“Huh?”

“You are aware your cells accumulate solar energy.” Alex says and you agree with a nod. “Well, let’s say they can soak up an absurd amount of energy, and every time you use your powers you use a little of that. It’s very hard to use ALL of that in one fight, but you just did.”

“Ok. Makes sense. So I have to soak up as much sunlight as I can?” You ask, aware that you probably need to stay out in the sun making ‘photosynthesis’ like you do, every time you get hurt.

“Yeah. That should work.” She pats your shoulder lightly, but you still feel the weight of her hands on your body. “Until then, you’re pretty much a human being. So be careful.”

“I pressed the watch.” You’re trying not to be too obvious about how upset you are that Kara didn’t show up, but Alex seems to read you easily.

“Oh, she brought you in, and went to pick Lena up, they should be arriving at any time now.” Alex says and you breathe in relief. What a superhero you are. Save the city, but still want your moms to pick you up from a fight.

“Is she ok?” Lena rushes in, talking to Alex, but then she turns to you and sees you sitting on the bed. “You’re ok.” She hugs you, and her hand goes to your hair. “You’re ok, baby. You’re ok.”

It feels so good to feel the weight of her arms around you, so you hug her back, hiding your face on her collarbone, and Lena’s hands just pull you in closer to her.

“Does anything hurt?” She asks, putting her chin on the top of your head, and you smile at the scene, at the feeling, and at the amazingness of the moment. You let go of her, and deny with your head. Kara comes to you, putting her hand on your shoulder.

“You called.” She says that with the biggest smile on her face, like you just did the most awesome thing in your life. “You stopped Shockwave all by yourself, and then you called me to go get you.”

“I did.” You smile back. “And I got solar flared, and I’m human now.”

“Oh, I once got solar flared too!” Kara raises her hand at you, and you guys high-five. “Being without your powers is not fun, but I’m so proud of you, little one! You have no idea!” It’s her time to hug you, and she does it a little too strong. You don’t complain though, is amazing that you can even feel it.

“Well, she is free to go.” Aunt Alex says, and you jump from the bed. It feels so weird. You’re feeling heavy, like Earth gravity finally caught up to you, and you feel like you weigh 200 pounds.

Sure you were once without your powers, but you couldn’t really enjoy this feeling of being human. Back then, you couldn’t really walk, because your leg was hurt, and when you did, you had a cast on. So this now, feels like being human for the first time since you were a little kid without powers.

You look at Kara with a smile on your face. “Race ya to the way out.”

And running you go, at a normal speed, and when you get there, you’re sweating and out of breath and feeling light-headed from the effort. You bend down, putting your hands on your thighs for support. Kara holds your arm, looking very worried.

“That was awesome!” You manage to say, while still trying to breathe and she laughs at you.

“You are aware that everyone in the DEO just saw you running like a freak on the corridors, right?” Kara asks, with a playful smile on her lips, and you open a big one to her.

“I know. But they all know I can take them down if I want to, so I don’t think they’ll say anything about it.” You finally stand up again, and open your arms to her. “I would like a ride home, please.”

“Sure thing, my little human.” Kara holds you, and fly home with you holding her tight. Feeling a little scared that you could fall and not be able to protect yourself. You feel a light rain starting to fall, and you look up with a smile. How great is this day?

Kara lands in the backyard, and you open your arms feeling the rain on your skin. She smiles, looking at you like you’re an alien who just now landed on Earth, and it’s experiencing things for the first time.

“Ok, go inside and get dry, and I’m going to pick up your mom before it starts raining harder.”

Kara leaves, but you don’t go inside. You’re so static that you were actually able to stop that villain -without help this time, may you add-, that the rain feels like a payment for it.

“Get inside, come on. Come on.” You hear Lena’s voice and you look behind you to see her with her suit jacket over her head. She comes to you, shielding you from the rain -like you’re not already completely soaked-, and walks with you inside from the backyard door. “Go take a shower and get out of those wet clothes before you come up with a cold.”

“A cold!” You say, like it’s the most exciting thing in the world. “Have I ever had a cold before? What is it like?”

“It’s no fun.” Lena looks at your excited face, and Rao, how well this woman can read you. It’s impressive. “Absolutely not! You are not getting a cold to feel how it is. Go take a hot shower now, and get yourself into warm clothes.” You pout at her. “I will throw you under the shower if I have to.”

“Fine.” The pouting is over at the sound of that. “I’m not getting a cold!”

But it seems that the universe has other plans for you.

“Come on, babygirl. School. Let’s go.” Lena opens the door in the morning. You try to open your eyes, but it feels incredibly hard to do so. You didn’t even wake up yet, and you can feel the most horrible headache.

“Mom. Don’t freak out.” Your voice comes out small and hoarse, and that’s all it takes for Lena to understand what’s going on.

“Please don’t tell me-” She comes closer, and you feel her hand on your forehead. “My God, you’re burning up.”

“I am?” You ask, pushing the blankets up your body. “Then why am I so cold?”

“Because you have a fever, babygirl.” Lena lets out a sigh, and you just wait until she says ‘I told you so’. But that never comes. “KARAAAA! GET THE TERMOMETER!”

It’s five seconds later when you see Kara showing up at your bedroom door. She gives it to Lena, who quickly takes your temperature and sighs at the number on the screen.

“You’ve got a high fever. What else are you feeling?” Lena asks, and you feel the mattress dipping next to you, and Kara coming closer.

“Headache. And for some reason my legs and arms hurt. Like-” You look at Kara, with wide eyes. “They actually hurt, you know?”

“Well, my love, that’s one of the symptoms.” Kara smiles fondly at you. She looks amazed at the fact that her daughter came up with a cold in the first place. “So, she’s not going to school today.”

“Absolutely not.” Lena says, picking up her cell phone from her pocket. “I’ll call the principal and let her know.” She looks back at you with a flat smile. “At least now we’ll prove to them that you’re an actual human being.”

“Yay!” You cough after such effort. “Silver lining.”

“I’ll go get something for you to eat.” She leaves the room and you look at Kara.

“I’m not hungry.” You think about it for a second and your eyes widen. “Momma! I’m not hungry! Am I dying?”

“Don’t even joke about it.” Kara throws her arms around you and gets comfortable next to you.

“Don’t you have work to attend to?” You ask, trying to do an eyebrow raise, but it hurts so badly you give up midway.

“Work?” She laughs like it’s the most absurd question you’ve ever asked her. You know it can’t be, because you once asked her how fast you had to run for your skin to warm up, like a spacecraft heats up when reentering the atmosphere and catches on fire -to which she replied a solid ‘huh?’-. “I can’t possibly go to work with you sick like this.”

“I’m not that sick. I have a common cold.”

“Shhh. They don’t need to know that.” Kara smiles, and takes her phone out of her pocket. She is typing and saying her message out loud, you know, like old peps do. “Can’t go in today. My daughter has come up with something and I have to stay in and watch her.”

You want to call her a liar, but you also want to thank her for staying with you. So instead, you settle for a smile, and for holding her hand. Lena walks in a while later with food in a tray for you.

“Ok, so I called your school and explained your absence, and I also called my assistant to let her know I’m not coming in today and-” She looks at Kara, already under the covers with you, and furrows her brows. “Don’t you have to go to work?”

Kara gives her a sheepish smile. “Guess we had the same idea.”

“Guess we did. Come on baby, let's get something inside you.” She helps you up, and you sit on your bed. You eat what she brought, and when you’re done, they help you lay back in bed. “Make space for me?”

Kara pulls you closer, and Lena lays on the other side of the bed, dropping her shoes on the floor with loud thuds.

“Rao, that hurts so much.” You wince at the sound, closing your eyes. “Can we all be very, very quiet?” You ask, and add a little later. “Oh, and in the dark?”

“Oh, my love, do you have a migraine too?” Lena whispers, kissing your forehead. “Kara, go get her a cloth, please.”

You barely feel the bed moving and Kara’s already laying down again. She blows a little of her freeze breath in it, and places it on your forehead. You also notice they had turned off the lights, and you doze back to sleep sandwiched between your moms.

You wake up much later. Kara is snoring next to you, arm over your body, making it impossible for you to move, and Lena is sitting on your desk, silently working in the dark. You smile at the scene.

“Mom.” You call her, and she stops what she is doing to go to you.

“Hey, babygirl. Listen, you have to drink lots of fluids to keep yourself hydrated.” Lena hands you a bottle of water. “How’s the migraine?”

“A little better?” You say, truthfully. She nods, putting her hand on your head to check for your fever.

“You’re sweaty. I think your fever is down. You should go take a shower.” Lena says and you just point at Kara’s arms and she knows exactly what you mean. “I always get trapped under her arms too. Let me just-” She scratches the back of Kara’s neck, and instantly her arms move and you’re free to go. “Here.” Lena gives you a hand and you sit on the bed with her help.

“I have to tell you something.” You whisper, still holding her hand. “I don’t really like the cold. You can say I told you so.”

Lena kisses your head, and lets out a chuckle. “I didn’t think you would, but I guess you had to see it for yourself. I’m glad you didn’t like it though; you’ll probably never catch it again.”

“I hope not.”

Despite absolutely hating the feeling of being sick, you look around and things are still pretty good in your life. When Kara wakes up, she wraps you up in blankets like a ‘sick burrito’, and moves you to the couch to watch your favorite movie with them. Sure, you’re surrounded with tissue papers, water bottles, and cold medicine. But you’re also surrounded with love. And that is the best thing you can wish for on a Wednesday afternoon.

Notes:

So it seems a lot of you wanted a sick fic. For this one I have to thank @beepbop122 for the solar flared idea for Superkid to get sick. Then @asiangmrchk13 asked for Supercorp taking care of her and a little bit of Alex in the middle. Also @youngjusticeimaginesus asked me for Superkid get a migraine and I think the basic idea was being cared by Kara and Lena, so I hope this works. And I threw in a fight scene for myself. I hope you all enjoy it, thank you so much!

[lihikainanea]

LEIIII, CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT BILL AND TIGER GOING THE THE MET GALA BILL FuCkINg HeR iN ThE ReStRoOm????????????????

FIRST OF ALL, I have this like, weird interest in fashion over the past two years or so. I've never particularly been into it, but now my instagram is mainly fashion inspo and like, who is this person???? I've never considered myself fashionable, much less interested in fashion and now I swear to god I spend Sunday afternoons ~judging people~ and looking up latest fashion trends and how to wear things and I am just LOVING IT. And since nobody asked, I'm going to go ahead and list you my top fucking fashion ABSOLUTELY DO FUCKING NOT pet peeves:

1) Matching pantsuits. Hello, no. I know the designers that are trying to bring this back, and it's a hard no for me dawg. I am in my almost mid thirties and I ain't trying to look like a fucking old maid, thanks. These will never be fashionable. Just stop.

2) Derby shoes. These literally don't go with anything. I'm not sorry. If you're that committed to huge, clunky, ugly fucking shoes, get clogs. I ain't saying you have to wear heels, not at all. But find yourself some nice oxfords, a nice loafer, hell even some mules--and they will be infinitely nicer than fucking derby shoes.

3) Layering. No, kids. Baum und Pferdgarten, I love you. I do. I have a few of your dresses. But ya'll motherfuckers need to stop with this pajama-esque, mixed and clashing pattern, oversized bullshit looks that you call fashion. There is a way to wear slouchy, and babes, THAT AIN'T IT. YOU LITERALLY LOOK LIKE A FUCKING WARHOL PAINTING THREW UP ON YOU. Mixing patterns is cool, we like that, but Jesus Christ it has to have some consistency.

alright, now onto the actual ask.

All of this to say, I kept a keen eye on the Met Gala this year and I was...perplexed. At best. Horrified, at worst.

So like, tiger right? There's little else in the world that tiger hates as much as Bill's outwardly Hollywood side. The parties. The schmoozing. And I mean, she knows it's part of his life so that's fine, but in fairness--Bill also abhors this side. He loathes it. And he's been to the Met gala once, which notoriously never allows a +1 unless that +1 is famous, but low and behold--by some stroke of luck--Bill's invitation this year allows for it.

"No." tiger says immediately.

"You don't even know what I'm going to ask!" he exclaims.

"I know what that is," she points to the invitation in his hand, "And no."

It's a hard no. It takes Bill weeks--because like, tiger ain't Hollywood. She doesn't want to do the dress. She doesn't want the mingling with fucking celebrity guests. She doesn't want the paparazzi. She wants none of it. But like, eventually--after so much begging--eventually Bill gets her to agree. His stylist will get a dress for her. Hair and make up is taken care of. Bill promises her that she can just slip in the back, sit at the table, and have cocktails to her heart's galore while he walks the red carpet. She doesn't have to be photographed--and truth be told, tiger's a nobody so people aren't really interested in photographing her anyway. That's fine by her.

The dress worries her, because tiger isn't exactly celebrity material but the stylist is so kind in taking measurements. Bill handles everything--the flights, the make up reservations, the hair appointments. On the day of, he checks them into the Bowery Hotel and then tiger doesn't have to worry about a thing. He shoves a fluffy robe at her, and then there's just a flurry of activity--massages first. Breakfast after. A stint in the steam room--which they absolutely have sex in. Facials. Manicures--for both. A light lunch. And then the bell rings and in come a flurry of a team ready to glamorize them--Bill's favourite groomer, his stylist, tiger's make up artist, her hair stylist. The primping process is the longest tiger has ever been through--but there's wine, there's snacks, her Big Dude is right beside her looking handsome as all hell. And when tiger puts on a dress that is worth more than she makes in a year, when her hair is all done up and her make up is perfect--she begrudgingly admits to him that yes, Beeeeeel, she does feel pretty.

"You look stunning kid," he praises, pressing a gentle kiss on her cheek. To her slight embarrassment (but secret joy), he hands his phone off to his assistant and asks for a few pictures.

And like, here's the thing right? The Met Gala has a strict policy: no spouses or couples seated together. Seriously, it's a thing. Look it up. And while tiger is mildly freaking out about that, she calms down considerably when she does see a name tag at her table that she recognizes.

Alex. Skarsgård.

Tiger smiles, Bill grimaces.

And that's what starts it, right? Bill is at a table far away but not too far, and right where he can keep her in his line of sights. He knows she wasn't looking forward to this so he wants to keep an eye on her, but then like....why the fuck does she look like she's having so much fun? Alex is cracking the whole table up, being his usual charismatic self. Tiger is laughing, guffawing actually, beyond control--her hand on his, clutching his forearm. Bill barely even makes conversation with his own table, he's staring so intently at the two of them and tiger looking like she's having the best night of her life.

Bill's blood is boiling. It boils even more when he sees tiger make a face at her main plate--her nose wrinkling, her lip curled in disgust--and without missing a beat Alex's fork swoops over, plucks all the green onions from her food, and tiger smiles gratefully at him. Bill slams his napkin down on the table.

"Excuse me," he mutters in response to the curious glances. And then he stalks over, heads right to her table, and he's so silent that she jumps a mile when she hears his voice in her ear from behind her.

"A word, kid?" he says.

"But the food just--"

"Now." he says insistently. He holds a hand out to her, helps her push her chair back and stand. But then he's basically dragging her to a restroom, and poor tiger isn't quite used to heels this high.

"Hang on bud," she pleads, "I'm not that coordinated."

But he doesn't hang on. Instead he reaches back, loops a strong arm around her waist and basically carries her on his side to the bathroom. Tiger's feet don't hit the floor for a good 200 feet. And once inside the bathroom, he locks the door and glares at her.

"If that dress wasn't couture, I'd have you on your fucking knees kid," he threatens. Tiger's eyes get wide.

"What did I do?" she asks innocently. Bill just glares.

"Having a good time, are you? Having the best night ever?" he accuses.

Tiger is starting to get a feeling what this is about, and oh man--she's about to rile her Big Dude up. Dressed to the nines, in a public place, surrounded by riches, and Bill is about to get a bit possessive over her? Tiger is a sucker for it every time.

"Yes," she plays into it, "Alex is being amazing. He's so--"

She doesn't get to finish the sentence, because Bill growls and lunges for her, pinning her back against the cool tile.

"You are mine," he snarls. Tiger just tilts her chin up, bites onto his bottom lip.

"Prove it." she challenges.

The roar Bill lets out is fucking feral. Tiger doesn't even have time to react before her dress is pulled up, he yanks his belt undone, and he's slamming into her. She moans, and he grabs her face in his hand.

"Don't come," he snarls, "Don't you dare come."

And like the good girl she is for him--she doesn't. She grits her teeth, tries to stave it off even as he slams deep into her, growls as his release fills her up, bites her neck hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpers, her knees wobbly, and tries to reach for a tissue.

"No," he grabs her hand.

"But it's messy," she pleads. But another glare is enough to silence her, and he swiftly pulls her panties up, smoothes her dress back down.

"You're going to sit there, full of my come for the rest of the night," he tells her, "And I want you to think of that, I want you to feel it, every time you look at him."

"Bill--" she whimpers. He silences her with a rough kiss.

"Go on," he said, "Back to your seat."

On shaky legs, she turns and tries to walk out as nonchalant as possible. He waits a few minutes before exiting, going to find his seat and sitting back down. He keeps an eye on her for the rest of the evening, but he doesn't even have to--every time he looks over at her, she's already staring at him--her eyes wide, needy, her knees pressed tightly together.

[1ddotdhq]

🎹Mon 14 Dec ‘20🎤

Zayn is back! Possibly for real this time! Yolanda Hadid posted a picture of him and Gigi from a year ago at their gender reveal party (spoiler: it’s a girl!!!), and following that Zayn uploaded a picture of himself in a studio with some lovely R&B synth style music floating around. This came on the two year anniversary of the Icarus Falls release, and it set twitter ablaze, immediately trending “Z3isComing” and “Zayn is Coming”. Alex Oriet (of #pizza and Saltwives fame) posted a snippet of Zayn’s new song and said, “What kind of Christmas Present do you want to get?”. Uh, if you’re taking recommendations, I would like to see THE NEW ALBUM - preferably before the end of the year! Anyways, here’s hoping this comeback sticks because OH MY GOD I need that album! 

Louis has spent the day raking in the compliments (as he should!), including an piece in the Independent! He's quoted from a pre show press release, saying, “performing for a live crowd is the most important thing to me, this live stream is a step back into that world and is something I can’t wait to film,” and “I want to put on a real show for the fans, with scale and production, creating something special to end 2020 on a positive, upbeat note and raise money for charities that are especially close to my heart. I also want to give my touring crew work, and raise some vital money for them, as without my crew the show literally couldn’t go on”. ThePulpConversation, CelebMix, and IHeart had similar praises, including calling Walls his “chart topping debut album” (*cough*) and calling  ‘Copy’ “one of the highlights”of the show, saying, “If this signals the way [he’s] moving forward musically for his second album then we think he’s gonna make one heck of an impact”. THANK YOU!! THIS IS WHAT WE’VE BEEN SAYING!! Notably silent about the whole affair: Arista, who we last heard from in October when Walls jumped all those charts, raising the question of whether he's still with them. As they were his label for the US only due to him being tied to Syco in the UK, and with Syco out of the picture, it is plausible that he is choosing to move forward with a single deal rather than one fragmented by region. That’s fine though, the rest of us are celebrating enough as it is, and whoever gets him for that deal (or already did) sure will be too! Charlie Lightening, Krystal, and Helene all put up BTS pictures, as did the camera team, who were the same ones who shot Niall's RAH show, and Helene added a heartfelt congratulations, saying, “The voice needs time to build strength, flexibility, and all things magical..Great Singers start way in advance before hitting the mic...I am happy to say we managed on Zoom...to prepare a big ass show vocally.. Where there’s a will, there’s a way and that… *mic emoji* *heart emoji*”.  Welsh production company Krupa welcomed their new followers and also confirmed the MASSIVE amount of money that Louis had raised! Charlie Lightning's pictures are, well, lightning in a bottle and I look forward to seeing them in moodboards here for years to come, and Krystal (Louis’ makeup artist) gave us a fun close up of Louis laughing backstage while she tries to fix his (recently trimmed?) hair. God, he’s beautiful. Alex Oriet is EVERYWHERE these days, because he took a break from hanging with Zayn to ask us all what we thought of ‘Copy’ - uh, AMAZING! 

Liam is back(ish)! He did a few promos for Naughty List and went on Roman Kemp’s show to talk about his upcoming Capital Up Close show, joking that he might be dressing up as the Grinch. Roman, of course, took that as his cue to do the voice (“eight o’clock, wallow in self pity, can’t cancel that again”), to which Liam burst out laughing and said, “I’ve been on the phone with about 12 people, I just can’t handle it”. ‘Tis the season, huh?  And their advent alarm today included...more terrible jokes! “What do you get when you eat Christmas decorations? Tinselitis!”.Also Maya posted a pic taken at Liam's place showing the framed pic of Liam and Louis from gogglebox in the background, still in its place of pride on the mantle. Quite right, I would do the same with a pic of me and Louis! For some belated Fine Line celebrations, Mitch Rowland posted some behind the scenes content, (and WHERE’S THE REST OF IT?), and Fine Line has officially been on Billboards Top 200 for A FULL YEAR NOW, AND it’s been in the top 25 THE WHOLE TIME! Iconic!  Harry had a late night on Instagram, which could totally be due to the fact that he was celebrating yesterday, but he followed another artist that’s signed to FullStop (Roddy Rich) and liked King Princess’ new music video announcement, who’s caption read (among other things), “working with your partner on a video is like having a best friend on set who you KNOW WILL MAKE U LOOK GOOD lmao”. #relatable. Not to me, but probably to him! Meanwhile, Niall promoted an Irish livestream taking place at the Guinness Storehouse. Find me a more Irish event, I DARE you. 

[a-wanderersdiary]

Diary of a Wanderer-Alex I

Dear Jade,

I’m sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written to you. I just haven’t felt like I’ve had the strength. Y’know? It was always you who had the fortitude for the hard times. Me? I was always the fuck up, even before. I know you always told me not to talk like that, but I guess there’s no one to stop me anymore is there?

I’m sorry, I shouldn’t talk like that. Not when we’ve hit a milestone. I suppose I should tell you what’s been happening with me. Been an interesting few months. Don’s still with me, but Sparrow? Helena? Conway? They’ve all gone, Sparrow signed on with some mercs going west. Helena just up and left one night. Conway?...We lost him recently. Gunshot went bad. But it’s not just Don and I. We met two others walking the same roads as us. 

Red and Jana, they’re called. Red’s Marked, and it’s bad that that’s the first thing I bring up about them. ‘Cause they’re funny and smart and know more road songs than anyone I’ve ever met. But it’s something you notice. The coughing, the bark-skin. They keep themselves masked most of the time. You’d like them, I think. Especially once you get them singing. Hell, I can hear them as I write this. They’ve got some of the other passengers on this ferry going.

Oh the year was 1778 How I wish I was in sharbrook now A letter of marque came from the king To the scummiest vessel I’d ever seen...

The other person we met’s a Rhinelander. A trader, called Jana. She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met. Even when shit’s been bad, she’s been keeping us going. She’s got this little smile that’s infectious. Especially when she’s around Red. Don and I had a bet going about them, weather they’d admit what we could both see before we got to the end of the river. Don owes me a new pair of boots when we get to a bigger town, they’ve been sharing a cot since just before we got aboard this ferry. Slow going down the Rhine, but it’s been quiet so far. No attacks from bandits or the Devilfish in the water. A few warning shots but nothing serious. Still got your axe, y’know? Won’t let it go. I sleep with it under my cot. 

The pagans out in the woods...Sometimes I imagine you’re out there with them. Dancing around fires, chanting to gods old and new. I think you’d be happy there. But, then I think that of most places we pass through. 

I...I miss you, Sis. 

201 days since we lost you. I’ve not lost count and I never will. I promise you that. I owe you so much more than that.

I’m so sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I let everyone down. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself. I don’t think I can. But someday, maybe I’ll be able to live with my mistakes. I’m trying to be better. One day at a time. 

Yours,

Alex

200 days since I last had a drink...

[binch-i-might-be]

Waltzes in

I AM DONE WITH MY LAST TWO EXAMS PREP LET'S GO GAYS LET'S GOOOO

it's like 11 pm and I am tired but let's gooo I am so excited

gonna but my On Repeat Spotify playlist okay okay

the first song is literally helpless and Eliza is not having a good time in here I-

lmao, the poor American government dealing with THIS? oh nooo

Neither of them had any desire to wake them, even though it was almost ten AM and all three of the kids rarely ever slept past nine.

And then there is me who could sleep for 12-14 hours uninterrupted through an earthquake. 9am? The fuck?

ah yes hello Eliza...this is normal this is fine

Love how Eliza is like a tiny addition to the Washington family

AYY THIS IS THE SNIPPET YOU POSTED!

Young girls couldn’t be careful enough these days.

If this ain't the most accurate shit I have ever read. Need me some steel-capped boots.

I feel bad for Eliza :(

ah yes...inviting your son's ex who he dumped for a man he was in love with in a previous life for coffee...normal behaviour. very normal.

Jack had always called it his ‘dad voice’, but… he wasn’t so sure that was what it was, not anymore. Not after Alex had snapped to attention every single time he’d used it during the past day.

No, he was beginning to suspect it was more of a ‘military commander voice’ than anything else.

NOW WHY DID THIS MAKE ME ACTUALLY STOP AND STARE I AM SAD

This isn't right...they don't deserve this.

George has their coffee preferences memorized...NEED ME SOMETHING LIKE THAT PLEASE AND THANK YOU

I know nothing about Philip Schuyler is there a particular reason he's struggling so much?

omg yeah...the therapist waiting lists...

People be coming with trauma from 200 years ago I am crying-

“It’s… hard. Getting back to normal will be difficult, but for now, I think it’s enough to hang in there and keep going, right?”

Oh oh, this hit me hard especially after some shit in the past year and ohhh god this.

“You’re right. Maybe we’ll just have to create a new normal.”

Yeah. We'll get there one day. One day.

Oh yeah, the registry and shit. George just be like "So uh I was y'all's first president lmao"

To him, it just sounded like they were fishing for yet another method to prosecute and segregate people.

!!!!! FUCK THE REGISTRY !!!!!! Reminded me too much of how the Cohort had the institute heads register all the downworlders and track them all that shit. (this is from the shadowhunter books)

That power in the wrong hands...fuck I wish they did have a way of proving who is lying and not.

YEAH GEORGE YOU DO YOU LOVE!

Ah yes. They have always been related. Fun right?

JOHN JOHN JOHN LOML JOHN

noo this is breaking me

GOD DO YOU GUYS NOT HAVE SOCIAL MEDIA?? FIND THEM

Being without Alex just left him… empty. Grey. Sunrise wasn’t as beautiful without him by his side, his morning coffee tasted stale on his tongue, his own smile seemed dim to him when he flashed it at himself in the mirror.

oh wow pain wow okay y'know what imma just review literature my heart hurts

OH KID HELLO

Jagger hello!

PROBLEM CHILD AUHISUDHIUIHDVUIHFD

ah yes, major historical moment. noice.

ohhh Jagger is the couple's child who own the cafe.

ANGELICA???? TIS YOU????

LMAO, SHE'S LIKE "fuck the guy" and John's just like "uh..." not knowing the guy is his husband

this is so weird/cool because they are so entangled but they don't know it ahhhhh

aww, he's getting them pastries.

“Pretty homophobic of you to erase my sexuality like that,” he shot back as he set it down.

LMAO I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR

JAGGER AND JOHN CONTENT MY BELOVED

you recognize them because you met them 200 years ago :)

YESS HE REMEMBERS THEM!

He wondered if it would feel this odd when he was finally face to face with Alex–because he would find him, without question–but he couldn’t really imagine it. No, finding Alex would be like coming home for the first time, he was sure of it.

My version of the meeting involves a lot of drama and snow and rain. But yes. You will recognize him. I know you will.

JAGGER IS SOMEONE FROM THE 50S AU?? WHOMST??

OF COURSE! JOHN KNOWS HAMILTON WAS WASHINGTON'S SON SO IT MAKES SENSE FOR THEIR REINCARNATED PERSONAS TO KNOW EACH OTHER TOO AND JUST-

AHHHHH

Eliza just met him and oh my god oh my god I am freaking out

John didn’t know why he even asked. He knew everything there was to know about Washington, but… talking about him was almost comforting, in a sense. The man had been more of a father to him back then than Henry Laurens ever had been, and he could admit to himself that he didn’t only miss Alex.

I...Need me some Washingtons with John content please and thank you I miss them.

“Apparently he’s already decided not to get registered and to let the idiots fight over who gets to kin him,”

So sexy of him.

OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD NEED THE GIRLS TO COME BACK PLEASE LEAD JOHN TO ALEX OH MY GOD

I just finished it now I will lie down and think about it for the rest of the night.

LOVED THIS SO FUCKING MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA! THIS WAS GREAT YOU'RE GREAT GOOD NIGHT

so you sent this almost a month ago now but ANYWAY LET'S GO ADHJHDKJHAKJD

lmao helpless 😭

yeah <3 they're useless, your honour!

ashfskhdhf they were raised by Gwash, do you truly think he let's those kids sleep past nine am 😭

hiii Eliza :)) completely normal!

you can never have enough steel-capped boots!

yeah she's not having the best time :/

there's a reason it's usually Martha who opens the door okay. George is fucking useless he knows nothing about people he WILL invite his son's very recently broken up with ex in to have coffee!! what is George if not a grown up himbo

AHDKAJDHKJ EXCELLENT THAT WAS THE INTENTION

of course he does!!!! this man lives to make his wife coffee and he's too much of a dad to not immediately memorise Eliza's too <3

oh it's just because Schuyler was also a general! I don't know anything about him either I just thought I would be spicy and give all the soldiers mental illness :]

therapist waiting lists our beloathed! yeah imagine you're just a random guy and some dude comes into your therapy session who has trauma from being like. guillotined in the french revolution 😭

yeahhhh haha unintentional covid parallels go brrr :')

fuck the registry <3333

oh! I didn't read those but we stan the cinematic parallels ;)

mhh they have no way of knowing who's lying except for crossreferencing! you know, finding people who would have known this person and asking them. and hoping these people are. not lying. which they could be!

JOHN HAS ARRIVED!!!

they do have social media, unfortunately it's hard to find someone without knowing their last name :')

yeah haha. pain!

hi Jagger :)) favourite problem child <3

you are the second person who thought this is Angelica but it's Peggy 😭

John is like "uh sure I guess", unaware that he will interpret "fuck that guy" in an entirely different manner!

yes thank you that was why I was so excited about that idea! them being so connected without knowing it :)

JAGGER AND JOHN MY FAVOURITE SURROGATE SIBLING DUO

of course he will recognise Alex <33

AHDGJHD JAGGER IS NO ONE SPECIFIC THEY'RE JUST A LITTLE GUY

yeah!! John's family is the exact same now as they used to be back then, so he has good reason to believe Alex is Washington's son again!

wanting Washington & John content is like searching for water in a desert, it's harrowing and depressing! but I think there will be reincarnation au content with Them :)

they really need to come back I am fucking blue balling myself at this point. just come back and give John Alex's number I am begging you (she said, with no intention to make it happen)

THANK YOU THANK YOU ADKHFKJHAD

[holyfuckjarchavist]

Misjudged by @shastafirecracker

Rated: T

Word count: 35k

Warnings: RPF adjacent, holiday depression, self-worth issues, a smidge of internalized acephobia, parasocial relationships

Summary

Martin's been a longtime listener of What the Ghost, so when Georgie gives a shoutout to her flatmate's Twitch channel during a Q&A, he checks it out - only to discover that her flatmate is also his most terrifying coworker at his new job. The first time they crossed paths, Jon yelled at him for incompetence. But on the streams, Martin sees an entirely different person - someone fun and relaxed, engaging and unfairly attractive. Over time, Martin begins to find that Jon buried inside his dour, awkward coworker. He also learns to live with the fact that his crush is painfully one-sided... or is it?

So I finished my second listen of TMA, like a perfectly normal person, no big deal. And I have no idea what to do with myself now. But I have read a bunch of lovely fics so I decided to try and shout into the void about the ones I've adored.

I've read Misjudged (and its spicy sequel Curiosity) about seven times. There are so many things I love about it and that I think about it all the time.

First, which is what resonates so much about this story for me, is the relationship between Martin and Georgie. Martin (like me) is just a regular person who listens to his favorite podcast and has a friend crush on Georgie (like Jonny and Alex and lbr the rest of the cast-- right now my big crush is on Lydia Nicholas). It's such a real feeling and the way it's written is so delicate and careful and thoughtful.

One of my favorite scenes is when Martin finally meets Georgie.

And then Martin was being handed a phone, on the other end of which was Georgie fucking Barker.

“Hi! Is this Martin-from-work?”

“Oh God!” Martin yelped, then clapped his hand over his mouth.

“Sorry?”

“I – yes, yes it is – I'm so sorry, I um, I listen to uh, I've been a fan of yours for – a while.”

Yeah, this is me if I got to meet anyone from any media I've ever consumed.

I'm not going to go as in-depth about everything else I love, but this fic is such a balm to my soul after ep 200. It's funny and sweet, fluffy and sad. The emotions hit me in just the right way.

And I've ordered Thai food like six times in the last month.

Tim and Sasha also play a big part in the fic which is fantastic. Plus there are a bunch of fun cameos.

So if anyone out there needs an office-comedy AU to balance out the horror tragedy that is Magnus Archives, then I fully recommend Misjudged.

Read Misjudged on Ao3 here!

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Pregnancy Scare-G.M

Pairing: George Memeulous x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k+

___________

"Hey guys, I don't even know if George is gonna put this on his channel, but I thought I might as well film it because... I find it funny," Y/n was pacing in George's bathroom as she pointed her iPhone at herself, Y/n had started to film herself. An idea had popped in her head a few days ago. Both George and Y/n had been going steady for quite some time, the discussion of having kids had come up once or twice. Every time they had spoken about kids, George would tell Y/n he wasn't ready for kids at his age and Y/n agreed with him. Y/n didn't want children either, right now she was in the middle of school, getting pregnant would only get in her way of graduating Uni. "I bought a fake pregnancy test, I promise it isn't mine! I don't want kids anytime soon!" Y/n had flashed a small pregnancy test that held two blue marks on it, "I'd ask Alex if I could use his camera, but I don't know how to use it and the whole prank would be ruined if Georgie spotted the camera." Y/n placed down the pregnancy test on the edge of the sink, continuing to speak to her iPhone, "Right now George and Alex have Will and James over to plan some new Eboys content, now don't worry! I've already told Alex that this is all a prank, maybe he'll tell James and Will, maybe he won't. It's really up to him at this point." Y/n hit the red button on her phone, ending the video she had been filming. Snatching up the pregnancy test, Y/n made her way into the kitchen, avoiding speaking to the boys. Once again, Y/n hit the red button on her phone, starting up a new video. Carefully, she had set the phone up, propping it behind a jar in the corner of the kitchen. "Georgie, can you come here?" Y/n bit her lip as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching the boys look up at her. "Yeah, of course, N/n," Y/n's blue-eyed boyfriend stood up from his spot, already making his way towards the kitchen entrance. While George stepped into the room, Y/n took a step back, making her way over the kitchen island where the positive pregnancy test had been placed. Carefully, Y/n snatched the test up, hiding it behind her back a George approached her. "What's wrong? You seem nervous," George came closer to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her. "I know this might not be the best time, but I feel like the longer I wait the more anxious I become," Y/n let out a shaky breath. "George, promise me you won't get mad." "Y/n? What's wrong?" George only raised a brow, part of him had become worried from Y/n. Why was she asking him to not get upset? Had she done something? Cheat? Reveal his face? "I'm pregnant." The words had hit George like a ton of bricks, he had been filled with a hundred questions. When did Y/n find out? When was the last time they had sex? How far along was she? What were they gonna do? "What?" Only one word could escape George's mouth as his mind raced. "George, I'm sorry," Y/n buried her head into George's chest, George only pulled Y/n closer, his grip on her tightening. "When did you find out? Did you take a test?" "I found out a few days ago, I was morning sick and I just wanted to make sure," just then, Y/n pulled out the test from behind her, handing it to her boyfriend. There was a moment of silence between the couple. "...What are we gonna do?" "I want to keep the baby," Y/n watched as her boyfriend examined the test. As soon as the words left Y/n's lips, his eyes shot up to her. "It's your body, so I'm not going to make you change your mind. I'll support you as best as I can, Y/n," George let out a deep sigh. "George... thank you," Y/n had practically cooed, quickly pressing her lips against her boyfriend's. George gently accepted the kiss. "I'm gonna go use the restroom, I'll be back." As soon as Y/n had exited the kitchen, she made her way past the boys. "Are you doing the thing?" Alex raised a brow at the h/c girl as she passed him. "Yeah," she only gave a nod. "Thing? What thing?" Will raised a brow, looking back and forth from the two. "Can I tell him?" Alex asked Y/n. "As long as these two keep it a secret," Y/n gave a shrug. "Y/n's pulling a prank on George while pretending she's pregnant," Alex whispered loud enough for both James and Will to hear. "That's bloody brilliant," Will grinned, looking over to Y/n. "Props to you, Y/n." "Thank you," Y/n gave up a nod. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to make my way to the restroom." "While she does that, I'm gonna go see how our dear blue-eyed boy is holding up," Will grinned, getting up to make his way to the kitchen. George leaned against the island, rubbing his temples. "George? What's going on, mate?" "Y/n's pregnant." "Holy shit," Will let out a breath, acting as though he had actually had been surprised. "Congratulations." "I told Y/n it's her choice about what she wants to do," George mumbled, continuing to rub his temples. "I'm really nervous, Will. I'm only 21, I'm not ready for kids." "Well, what are you gonna do now, Genuis?" "Give me a fucking minute, Will! I'm trying to think!" George snapped. It took Will by surprise, George never really got upset with him (besides the time he broke his red-eyed baby dragon card). "Sorry," George's square-headed friend mumbled. "You and Y/n are a team, I know you two will find some way to get through it." "Thanks, Will," George let out a sigh. "Sorry for snapping at you." "It's fine, I was pushing your buttons," Will gave a shrug. "I'll leave you be." "Could you call Alex in here on your way out?" "Yeah, no problem," Will gave up a small nod before walking out into the living room. "Your turn, Alex." "Oh god, this is gonna be something," Alex let out a sigh as he rose up from the couch. "Wish me luck." "Good luck, mate," Will took Alex's spot on the couch, pulling out his phone. "It seems like you're gonna need it," James bit his lip, readjusting his glasses. Walking into the kitchen, Alex wasn't surprised to see George looking ten times more anxious than he had ever been. "What's going on?" "Y/n's pregnant," George was quick to spit it out. "I know we had plans to stay roommates until we were gonna hit our 30's, but I might have to move out now that Y/n has a kid in her." A frown came to Alex's face, he understood that it was all a prank, but it still hurt to think George would have to move out if Y/n was actually pregnant. "It's... it's alright, George. I understand these things happen. I'll always be here." "Thanks, Alex." "Now, do you want to go and tell James or make him feel left out?" Alex sighed, leaning against the island by his roommate. "Yeah, that's a good idea," George mumbled, standing up straight. He had been slouching for the past few minutes. Walking back into the living room, there was no sign of Y/n. Did pregnant women take this long in the bathroom? Or did she just leave? Maybe she didn't want George to be the father figure of their child, so she had decided to leave before they could continue to talk about their situation. "You look upset? What's up?" James spoke up, pulling George away from his thoughts of Y/n. "I'm not upset, I'm just kind of... anxious?" George trailed off, finishing his sentence off as a question.  For some reason, the word upset didn't fit George's feelings, but neither was the word anxious. "Y/n's pregnant." "Well, what's your plan, are you gonna support her?" James immediately began to question his friend. "Of course I'm gonna support her! I'm just not ready for a little George-" "Or Y/n," Alex commented. "Either one, running around! I'm about to turn 22, I'm not ready for the responsibility of another life," George grabbed his hair, yanking at it. "Woah, woah, woah... calm down. If you pull out your hair, you're gonna start going bald by 25," Will snickered. George only let out a groan, letting loose of his hair. "I don't know what I'm gonna do," George let himself fall onto the couch, closing his eyes. "Georgie? You okay?" George opened his eyes as fast as he closed them. Y/n stood there, looking down at him. She held the pregnancy test in her hand. "Hey, Y/n... yeah, I'm okay," George sat up, giving a nod. "George, I gotta show you something," Y/n bit her lip, sitting down next to her boyfriend. "What is it?" George mumbled quietly. Y/n handed the pregnancy test to him, giving him a moment to examine it. There was only one line on this test. "I... I don't understand." "Georgie, I'm not pregnant," Y/ grinned. "It was all a prank." "What?" His mouth fell agape, "I was about to ditch Alex and find somewhere we could raise a kid." "Awe," Y/n cooed, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend. "I was also filming it all." "What?" "Alex, could you grab my phone from the kitchen?" Y/n asked her short friend, keeping her arms wrapped around George. "I'm genuinely upset, I was really going to look for somewhere later today," Y/n's boyfriend shook his head. "I also started filming everything out here on my phone," Will pulled out his own phone, pointing it at the couple. "Guys, you won't be able to see, but George is actually turning red," Y/n giggled, climbing into her boyfriend's lap. "Guys? Are you planning to put this on YouTube or something?" George looked up at his girlfriend as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "I thought you might wanna upload this to your second channel or something," Y/n shrugged. "We could start a prank wars with all the boys." "That sounds like a bloody brilliant idea!" Will chirped, keeping his phone pointed at them. "Fine. Alright guys, 200 thousand likes and we'll do a prank wars," George sighed, looking up at Will's phone. "Yes!" Y/n shouted excitedly before lowering her voice back to its original tone, "Georgie, thank you for being up to the task of being a father figure, even at our age. It really means something to me." "Of course, Y/n. I love you," George gave a nod. "Should I keep filming?" "Turn it off already, Will!"

Taglist: 

@graysonsbrock​

@anyasthoughts​

@multifandom-but​

[rezdogsyonder]

Changing

Pairing: Peter Parker x Tall!Reader

Summary: Peter has found his soulmate but does she feel the same? Basically a soulmate au but different

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging,

A/N: Peter is aged up. Also I changed his powers just a tiny bit just one thing and the rest is the same.

This peice is unfinished and it will remain unfinished because I’m leaving tumblr and will not be returning. If you wish to continue this you may.

*********

Fuck. Not right now. Not today.

That’s all you can think as you’re nearly late for your first day as an photographer. It isn’t the first place you wanted to work for but you need the money. Well probably not a “real” photographer. You’re not hired for the job on a regular basis, but for their front page photos of Spider-Man. It’s cool, Spider-Man won’t let anybody else take his photos.

Well, it’s not really your first day but it’s the first day that Jameson is actually considering you as his official Spider-Man photographer. Before you usually would email him asking if he needed more photos and now he is finally now telling you that you’re going to be the official photographer for the weekly Spider-Man pieces.

You have started a blog for the hero and hopefully it will gain traction and maybe you’ll get to make an income from it. But for now you have to sell your photos to the Daily Bugle.

The rent is due Friday and you get a check from the gas station you work at that day, it won’t be enough to cover it though. But with a check after each batch of photos you provide will put you way over the green this pay day.

You’re rushing about your medium sized 1 room apartment. This place was a gem, the only reason this place was as cheap as a studio is because a billboard was directly across from the extremely large windows. Lighting up your entire apartment. It didn’t bother you much, it saved on electricity from never having to turn on the lights and all you needed was blackout curtains in your room.

You are not changing shirts but you squeeze into a pair of black pants. The grey boyfriend cardigan getting tucked in the back, but it doesn’t deter you from running to the bathroom and vigorously brushing your teeth. You’ll have to forgo the entire makeup routine but you have time for foundation and mascara.

Rushing back into your bedroom you pull a pair of socks from the top drawer of your dresser and look at your alarm clock. 9:42. 18minutes till you’re late. Well you know in Jameson’s eyes you are already late but he screams at you no matter what.

Your second shoe is tied, you got your purse and it has your wallet, phone, and keys already. You run out of your room and in the hallway of the complex. Fuck, locking these doors seems to be the longest part of leaving. 3 locks, self installed with the extra long screws. Never needed this much security before but some blind asshole next door seems to always be getting into fights. Like what the fuck, how hard is it to not fight someone, and then he leads them here.

Once the doors are locked and you’re out of the building you look at your phone. 9:44. 16 minutes to go around 2 miles. Well broadway cuts across, so probably less, but anyways you gotta run it. Now you’re not the most fit person, but you are able to push yourself more than what others would think you’d be able to.

Dodging people and avoiding running into the road, you make it to the first turn. Basically a straight shot now, but it seems as though people are wanting to be in your way today. You would love a bike right about now. Though you’d have a really high chance of getting hit by a car. But it’s right about the same risk since you are not stopping at the do not walk signs.

One car almost did hit you, but it braked in time but not without you slapping the hood as you went by. Not on purpose but from loss of balance. Well you probably would have slapped it anyways. Your face burns from the run, and the heat, it is the end of summer but it is still pretty hot out.

Oh god, this is awful, you’re just a more than halfway and you nearly ran into an old man and his wife outside of m&m world.

“Sorry!” You shout back but it’s not very loud and sounds winded. You won’t stop though.

Just a couple more turns. Just two more turns. Just one more. You keep telling yourself that you’re almost there, legs straining the muscles from the over exertion.

You get into the building and run to the elevator. You know you probably look unprofessional right about now but you don’t care. You just need to catch your breath.

You press the right floor and dig through your purse. The small mirror being a lifesaver as of recently, since being late is seeming to become a common ovccurance. You pat your forehead with the sleeve of your cardigan. You don’t look too bad, but not the best. You check the time, 9:58. Not bad, you’ll be just 1 minute early. The elevator ride giving you just enough time to breath properly.

The elevator doors open to the busy floor, and you go over to Jameson’s assistant, not even reaching her desk before she points her pen behind her to his office.

“L/N!” He immediately shouts, “Where are those photos?” He is still looking out the window behind his desk.

“Right here sir,” you pull the envelope out of your purse holding it out for him to take it. Which he does, ripping the lip of the envelope and begins examining your photos.”

“850. Tell Betty on your way out.” He plops you’re photos on his desk.

“850? That’s not my rate, there are 12 photos there.”

“These just aren’t worth your usual rate. 850.” He argues back, you’ve seen this before, had you been any smaller or even sitting he would have put his hands on his desk and leaned towards you to seem intimidating, but right now he looks like a child with his hands balled at his side.

“65 per photo or I go to The Post.” You won’t back down. That’s nearly a thousand, and you don’t want to let it go, even if it is less than 200 more than what he offered but you need it.

He stares at you, he’s turning red now in the ears. You collect your photos calling his bluff.

“Fine,” he grumbles, he presses a button on the small speaker on his desk, “Betty, write out a check for L/N for 975.” He released the button and you put the photos down. “Get out of here, she’ll call when we have another piece.”

“You’re a peach,” you smiled as you back out of his office. “Hey Betty, how’re you doing this week?”

“Just fine, but his wife wants me to control his anger as soon as his meds are sorted. Not looking forward to that.” She finishes filling out the check on her computor, and with one last click that is so familiar to you now, you know she printed it.

“Jesus, I do not want to be here for that.” You step back four steps to the printer and rip off the receipt at the bottom that she needs to keep and hand it to her. “Good luck, because you will need it. Thanks, see you next week!” You wave bye as the doors close.

Letting out a sigh of relief, and tucking your check into your wallet. You’re glad you won’t have to worry anymore. With this check you’ll have four or five hundred more than you’ll need for rent, meaning you won’t have to scrape by for grocerys.

You better hurry though, you have an hour till your next shift at the gas station and you still need a shower.

**********

The hours are going by slowly, with few customers to keep you distracted. Just 4 more hours and you get to call it a night. It has already been 6 hours since you clocked in and there had only been a handful of customers, making the day uncharacteristically slow.

Your phone begins vibrating on the small fridge below the counter, the shift managers name on the display screen. Seeing as there’s no customers you think it is fine to answer.

“Hello? Debby?” You greet subconciously.

“Y/N I have some bad news.” She pauses, “the person who is supposed to relieve you is refusing to come in. She quit.”

“What am I supposed to do? I’ve been here since 11:30, I don’t think it’s allowed for me to work past 1. Wasn’t her shift supposed to last till 8?”

“Yes I know but you are legally allowed to work till 4:30, and that is when I’ll take over because I cannot find another person to cover her shift. It’s only alright because I’m switching your shift tomorrow with Alex and you’ll have the day off to recuperate. Then it’s your usual day off the next so I think that’s enough time to get back to normal.”

“So I’m leaving at 4:30?” Disbelief evident in your voice.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I would get there now but John doesn’t come home until late tonight because he took the graveyard shift at his job and I can’t leave J.C. alone.”

“Yeah I understand, family comes first.”

“Thank you, you’re the best. See ya later.”

“Yeah, see you.”

You put down your phone and mentally prepare yourself for another 11 hours.

**********

Three red bulls, and a seasonal pumpkin spice coffee from the dispenser and it was almost midnight.

Many more customers has came in after the call, the universe seemingly wanting to tire you out further. Then it began slowing down again after 9. The time you were supposed to be going home if Patricia didn’t fucking refuse to come in.

It was about that time that a young man came in, wearing a dark suit but without the blazer. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Light brown hair and pale skin, he looked breathtaking. He quickly rounds to the back grabbing three of the big bottles of water.

“Just these for me...” he trails off as he sniffs, then he looks up and makes eye contact with you.

You two are staring at each other for a few seconds, his stare becoming unbearable and you look away.

“Ok sir... that’ll be 5.97.” You still feel his gaze. Refusing to look up, you bag his things. You hear his card slide through the machine.

“Thank you sir, have a nice night.”

“Yeah... you too.” And with that he was gone. Leaving you to think about this stranger for the rest of your shift.

**********

As promised, Debbie came at 4:30. You left to walk home. It was nice living basically across the street from your work. A short walk, but you still felt a sense of unease.

Looking all around you, you don’t spot any suspicious people. Not even one heading in the same direction as you. You let out a small sigh as you cross the road. But it does nothing to calm your nerves.

You’re trying not to seem panicked as you try to get through the door to your building but it might be obvious with how you’re shaking.

Past the door you let go if your breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Finally able to calm down. You walked to apartment, using the elevator instead of the stairs.

Once at your door your heart beat seems to have gone back to normal, but before you even put your key in the door you feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand up. You don’t know what it is, maybe it’s just a chill.

Unlocking all the locks you go inside, greeted by the bright pink fluorescent lights. You shut the door behind you and drop your bag on the floor. Too tired to care. Moving to go into your room, knowing that you’re not going to change into pajamas either.

Well probably take of the pants. Yeah, jeans are never comfy.

Shoes kicked off, pants off, bra off with some difficulty from your long sleeves, blankets pulled back and you’re ready for bed. You’re getting in when you hear a creek in the living room, but you don’t see anyone so it’s maybe the upstairs neighbours.

You turn around once more to lay down and you feel a pinprick at your neck. You slump over and you feel hands at your shoulders, picking you up in their arms.

Eyes won’t open, and you are quickly losing consciousness.

“Shh, you’re safe with me.”

*********

Your head is pounding, that’s what wakes you up. You still feel groggy and it makes your eyelids feel incredibly heavy. You want to sleep for more but your eyes keep fighting to open.

Once they do you are met with a room that is not your own. Everything is white, except the headboard which is a light grey, matching the bedside table. You look around, about 6 feet from the foot of the bad is a back door and there’s a bathroom to the left of the bed with the door wide open.

You run to the closed door, you grasp the handle but you get a head rush and are unable to turn the handle for a good 5 seconds. It’s no use though, the door was locked, and it doesn’t seem like a regular lock. It seems more advanced, it’s a regular handle but it’s warm, and doesn’t have any keyhole. It’s also not as big as a hotel handle, like the ones with the scanners. Irrelevant, but your mind is running a million miles an hour and you’re trying really hard to not panic.

You realize that you aren’t wearing your pants but a pair of sweats were at the edge of the king bed. You quickly pull them on. Your kidnapper has already seen your ass, but it’s a little bit comforting. Your bladder is full and it is more apparent now than a couple minutes ago.

They aren’t here yet, better be quick. You half jog into the bathroom it has a large sink and a nice looking shower, but you don’t want to use it due to there being no lock on the bathroom door and the shower door is glass. Not even one of those blurred glass doors, it is crystal clear.

You had already peed and we’re washing your hands when you hear a small beep and the locks opening. You’re drying your hands when you hear a knock at the door. You don’t answer.

Another knock, you stared at the door, a low sigh is heard and the door swings open.

It was the man from last night, except now he was covering his eyes with his hand.

“I swear I’m not looking but please come out right now.”

“... alright.” You’re voice is a little rough and just above a whisper.

“Thank you.” He turned around leaving the door open and you follow.

“Come with me.” he waves his hand over the lock and the beep is heard again.

He leads you through the door into a long hallway, when he turned to the left so did you. There’s no point in running when he would catch you in less than 2 seconds.

You pass by 4 doors, one on your left and three on your right. The fifth door on the right you entered and it was an office.

“Sit.” And you did, he sat behind the large desk and leaned forward with his elbows on it. “I need to tell you something that would be hard to hear. Hell, hard to believe, but just know that everything I’m telling you is true.”

You nodded when he paused and looked at you. You felt so out of place and uncomfortable. Heart beating so fast and hard, it feels as though it’s bursting out of your chest. Your hands slightly shaking and feet tapping where you sat on the edge of this obviously expensive chair.

“I’m going to be frank with you alright? You are my soulmate.”

You freeze, “wait... what?” You didnt believe it, he was right. He’s crazy. Soulmates were a rare thing in this world. How would he know? He only knew you for 5 seconds so why does he know? Why would he take you?

“We are soulmates. I felt it when I first met eyes with you, I know that you did too. I took you here because, to put it simply, you would be safe. There are many people after me and if they learned of your existsence they would find you and use you against me.”

“H-how do I know your not lying?” You stare at the lines in the wood of his desk, refusing to look up. When you look him in the eyes you feel the same pull that you did back at the gas station. You hear rustling and you glance up for just a second, then you look back when you realize it’s just his arm that he wants you to look at.

He begins rolling his sleeves like the way you saw last night. Or was it even still the next day? You don’t know. Not seeing any clock or any windows since you were at your home.

Beautiful lines are spread across his forearm and you realize it wasn’t there before. “Can you look at your arm?” His voice is gentle, like he’s trying to be comforting.

You stare at his arm as you pull your sleeve up, then you look down at a blank arm. You pull up your other sleeve just as roughly and see the same tattoo that he has. You touch it gently as though it’ll smear if you are as rough as you were two seconds ago.

“Mine showed up a little after I stepped out of that store. I guess you didn’t notice yours.” You rub at yours and it won’t come off, and the skin isn’t raised as though you have a regular tattoo.

“What does this mean?”

“This means that you are now mine.” You feel tears welling in your eyes.

“So I can’t go home?”

“No, and some things are going to change.” You look at him wide eyed, fearful for the changes that he has in mind.

“So I’m sure you have heard of the powered people of New York, and I am telling you that I am one of them. Not only that, but I am a member of the avengers.” He pauses, you feel his eyes on you and you can only assume he is trying to gauge your reaction. “But I didn’t achieve my abilities through government testing or anything of the sort. I was bit by a mutant spider and I gained the spiders abilities.”

“You’re... Spider-Man?”

“That’s right. Now that you’re here, I will have to give you the same abilities I have so that we will be on equal grounds.”

“How are you going to do that?” You look up at his face.

“I will bite you of course.”

[yumiis]

hii congrats on 200 followers!!! hope in the future more!>_<

the letters would be JQS,, and the cc! would be isaac!

thank you so much! here you go :]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 J, Q, S ; isaac

　 ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

genre; fluff

type; headcanons

read below!

J: Jealousy (how jealous do they get? how do they act when they’re jealous?)

it's super easy to tell when isaac gets jealous. he makes it blatantly obvious. he's all over you, he's giving you way more kisses than usual, and his arm is swung over your shoulder. he doesn't get CRAZY jealous, but when he does, it's obvious.

Q: Quizzes (how much do they remember about their s/o? do they remember every detail, or do they forget everything?)

i like to think isaac remembers the small things about you, like the one story you told him once a year ago, however he forgets the things that most boyfriends remember, like your birthday or your favorite color. he means well though, promise!

S: Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

he's pretty protective of you, mainly because he knows he has scary dog privilege. he's quick to scare off any guy that makes any comments or actions toward you. he also might've gotten into a couple fights for you.

[prouvaireafterdark]

Your last anon was not the Thigh Riding Anon but this one is!!! HI FRIEND ❤️ I’m sorry I haven’t sent a message sooner (partially me taking a break from my phone and partially trying to collect my melted brain off the floor???). I have some THOUGHTS!! Please hold for incoming praises! But first of all I really need to say thank you AGAIN for your dedication to this fic, I wasn’t expecting anything when I sent you the message a few months ago and you delivered A MASTERPIECE. We are NOT worthy!

OKAY - firstly, how dare you? Despite this being an AU, the way you worked in the specifically Malex aspects of Michael and Alex - how do you do that?? The tenderness, the insecurity (even though they talked about it YES) the searing hot chemistry, it was ALL there! The build up was so intense I was getting my own butterflies - the way you write Michael as such an intense flirt but in an introspective way, he NEVER crossed a boundary with Alex and stays just on the right side of filthy. (1/2?)

Oops may have revealed my identity in that last message haha 🤷🏼‍♀️ I don’t even care I have so many good things to say about this fic and you! The way you wrote Michael as so goddamn slutty was SO HOT - are you KIDDING me with his thoughts about being used by multiple guys, being plugged up? I AM NOT OKAY!!!! I literally read that part itself at least 200 times. Slutty Michael Guerin, yes, checks EVERY damn box. Alex giving him exactly what he needs? Directing him like that. Hoolly shit. (2/3)

And finally YOU! Firstly - your dedication to creating this beautiful world for Malex to exist in is so comforting. It could be the filthiest porn fic ever and I’m still left thinking oh maybe true love really exists? The porn you write is always safe if that makes sense? The way you incorporate actual feelings into it because that’s REAL! Sex makes people feel things, good, bad and everywhere in between. You capture that beautifully. You are such a gift, THANK YOU ❤️

First, you did forget to hit anon on one message, BUT I shall preserve your secret identity 🤐

Second, OH MY GOD 😭🥰😭🥰😭🥰 You are the goddamn sweetest and I love you 😭😭 I like don’t even know what to say

I guess I’ll start with that I’m so happy you enjoyed it so much!!! Especially the parts where Michael went full hoe bc I couldn’t stop myself and was basically like “ 🤷🏼‍♀️Well, it’s a sex shop AU, if it’s not kinky, I’m not trying hard enough” @ myself every time I was second guessing myself 😂 I’ve also always wanted to try writing double penetration, so this seemed like a fun way to do that while not involving them in a threesome! (Though I do have one up my sleeve that’ll probably end up being a proper longfic if I can ever find the time and motivation to write it, but that’s a project for another day lmao)

I’m also super glad you like their dynamic bc I was VERY worried about that tbh, I’ve never written them in a fic where they didn’t already have feelings for each other and trying to make them sound like themselves while also acknowledging that they don’t know each other was hard haha 

Also I’m, like, crying at your comments about my smut writing, those are such high compliments, thank you 😭

But, you know what? None of it would have been written at all if it wasn’t for your galaxy brain prompt, so thank YOU for inspiring me with it and for your support and patience while I was slowly but surely working on it! 💜If you ever wanna chat more about smutty malex prompts/thoughts (or anything else!) my inbox and dms are always open! 🥰

[portiaphan]

DV Characters as Things Hannibal Buress Has Said

Alex: "I'm a gangsta, and gangstas don't ask questions." Yes they do ask questions! I thought that was a main point of being a gangster. "Hey, mothafucka, where's my money?" That's a question. "Do you want to die tonight?" That's a question too. "What? What?" That's two questions.

Alva: Gibberish rap is - I freestyle all the time, just hangin' out with friends. And sometimes when I'm freestyling, I'll lose my flow, you know, but I'll still wanna - I don't wanna just stop rapping because I lose my flow. So I'll just put in nonsense words till I can bring in regular words again.

Brielle: I couldn't imagine only being an actor or a writer. Because what the hell do I do when I'm not working? Mope?

Battista: I’m a dumb guy. My point of view is limited.

Bellamy: Why are you booing me? I'm right!

Beau: SIX PACK ABS! TEN PACK ABS! TWELVE PACK! What if I want an odd number of abs? What if I want a five pack to show people I'm still humble?

Bernadette: My other airport nemesis is airport security. I don't like them at all. They seem so dedicated to keeping bottled water out of the sky.

Calina: I acknowledge that I jaywalked, I apologize not for the act of jaywalking but how my jaywalking made you feel. I'll try not to jaywalk in the future while you're watching but trust that I'll do it for the rest of my life - it's the best way to go about being a pedestrian.

Castora: There's a lot of dudes in my neighborhood that have handlebar mustaches. Which is cool if you want to have a handlebar mustache but don't try to have a conversation with me like you don't have a handlebar mustache.

Catherine: He said, "Man, we are right by the Adige River. These buildings are 200-300 years old, they have rats everywhere. Even the five-star restaurants have rats!" Somehow he made me feel like the asshole for bringing up rats! I don't know what kind of jedi mind trick that was - it confused the hell out of me because I still ended up ordering food then.

Cyrus: So we talk for a little bit. She says stuff, I say stuff, she says stuff, I say stuff. You know how a conversation works.

Celeste: I get upset easily by people. I saw this guy- he was on the phone. He had the phone between the ear and shoulder like that, but he didn't have anything in his hands. Which is really upsetting! Who the hell do you think you are? This action for people that are multitasking. Where's your other task? You're not doing anything else.

Daphne: He'd be the worst real estate agent ever. "Right here we have a 34 bedroom house. Let me show you around the property. Great features to this place, some of the rooms have extra, smaller rooms in them."

Delilah: I was in Scotland for all of August and it was the darkest time of my life. Mostly 'cause they call cookies biscuits. I don't like that at all. It was an incredible culture shock for me, tough to adjust but I tried for a few weeks. Pass me the chocolate chip BISCUITS. Let's have biscuits and milk, everybody. I love Oreo biscuits. But, in the fourth week, I couldn't handle it no more. THOSE ARE COOKIES THOSE AREN'T BISCUITS. Those are cookies. Cookies are cookies and biscuits are biscuits. If you call cookies biscuits, what do you call biscuits 'cause I'm not saying scones.

Everett: I did not move to Verona with a plan. The first time I moved to Verona, I just popped up. My sister was living here in Verona. I just popped up. She had her baby and a husband, and I just popped up. "Hey, what's up? I got $200 and dreams. Let's do this."

Genevieve: I can't just look at a status and move along. I see a status got 36 'likes' — can't accept it got 36 'likes' and move along. I got to click on it and start reading the names of the people that liked it. "Oh, yeah. Jim would 'like' some shit like that."

Grace: Yo ma, money over everything.

Halcyon: Awe man, I gotta get a team. I don't have a team, I just have friends. I call up my friend, "Hey man, I know you're my friend but I need you on my team right now."

Hazel: You have a regular-sized tub and a miniature tub, the sink.

Henry: You never know what could happen when you go into a store - somebody might pull a Tonya Harding on you and break your knee cap. And now you got your knees all fucked up just ‘cause you wanted to get that vinyl.

Hugo: It sounds like God owed someone some money and they couldn’t get to him, so they murked his son. That’s what I really think happened. Jesus got stabbed up in an alley… but it’s easier to sell crucifixes. You can’t sell a pendant of someone getting shanked up in the alley. It’s a marketing scheme.

Ivan: Come to your place at 5:00 in the morning, eat your food, drink your drinks, leave at 6:30 without fucking like it’s cool. That’s a passive burglary.

Isabelle: Two separate charges $400 at Barnes and Noble. Who balls out of control at Barnes and Noble?

Juliana: Believe in yourself like one of those weird-ass clothing stores that only have six shirts in them. So many questions. How much do these shirts cost? How long have y'all been here? Why is there a DJ?

Katarina: Kill people, burn shit, fuck school, I hate spam emails! That's annoying! You think you have an email from a friend but it's spam.

Lucien: I believe in my ability to not spill food in my pants 'cause I'm a goddamn adult. And I've mastered the art of getting food from my plate to my mouth without messing up my jeans. You need to believe in yourself, too and get your life together, that's for babies. Have some confidence in your eating abilities and hand/eye coordination.

Lucrezia: I'VE ALREADY SEEN LIMITLESS.

Lillian: I'm not a club person, I'm more of a bar/lounge type of person. But, I'll go anywhere if you give me a free bottle of alcohol.

Mikael: I have weird aspirations. Like, I really want to kick a pigeon.

Matthias: It's a weird emotion when you're flattered and cynical at the same time. "Oh, that's nice that you would say that, but what the fuck are you up to?"

Marcelo: I just wear black and gray all the time. If you Google Image me, you'll just see a bunch of black and gray. It's simple. If I like a shirt, I'll buy six or eight of them, wear them back-to-back, and just wait for somebody to say something. "That's the same shirt you wore yesterday." "Yeah, but this one is fresh."

Maeve: When people go through something rough in life, they say, "I'm taking it one day at a time." Yes, so is everybody. Because that's how time works.

Nikolai: But this time, it was me and this old lady we were jaywalking together. We weren't together like that. But if we were, so what? Mind your business.

Odessa: It was a phone interview and sometimes when I do phone interviews and the journalist is boring, I just start saying crazy stuff to make it fun for me.

Olivio: There have been times I’ve been out, and my phone battery is at nine percent, and I was like, "Time to go home."

Orion: Don’t thank the lord. I gave you that compliment, thank me.

Priam: I lost my debit card recently, had five charges on it before I caught it. First charge, $30 Chuckee Cheese. Who goes to Chuckee Cheese as soon as they find a debit card? Are you serious?

Paola: I applied for a job at Starbucks. One of the questions was, 'Why do you want to work at Starbucks?' Uh, because my life is in shambles.

Pandora: I don't even know how to use a semicolon to this day, I use a comma every time. And you know what? If I email somebody and they get upset about me using a comma instead of a semicolon, that's not a person I want to work with anyway. And that's how you weed people out of your life.

Ramona: I went into this restaurant in Verona called The Two Gentlemen. Went into the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen, huuuuge rat in the bathroom at The Two Gentlemen and the rat looked at me like "the fuck you doing here?" That was his vibe, very negative vibe.

Rafaella: Sometimes I get drunk and I get into arguments with taxi drivers. And I get out the cab and I slam the door. That's not the way to win an argument with a taxi driver. The way to win is you get out of the cab and you leave the door open.

Regina: And that was the first time in my life, without any sarcasm, I could say, "What? You want a cookie or something?" Because any other time you say that, you being mean, but I meant it from my heart. "How many cookies you want, man? You want seven cookies? That's way too many cookies. You're being ridiculous right now. You can take, like, three or four cookies and get out of my face. Otherwise, you're taking advantage of my generosity."

Ronan: Wack.

Roman: In my hometown of Verona, I'm kind of a medium deal.

Theodora: We got interns at the job. You can just tell them to do stuff. You gotta be nice, though. I had this cat fax something. I handed him a couple of pages, and I handed him another page. I said, "Hey, man, fax something for yourself, too."

Tomas: Rap videos confuse me cause they have to be continued at the end but the never make a sequel. Where’s the second video? There’s so much suspense!

Trinity: I was at the airport and there was this kid, four or five years old walking with his mommy, fixed his fingers in a fake gun, and then took a shot at me. And I'm looking at the wall to see if there's something on the wall he could've been shooting at 'cause I'm in denial. I look back at him, he looks me in the eyes and takes too more shots. Now I'm hit three times, that's an act of aggression. I need to defend myself.

Valentina: Morpheus, Dorpheus, Orpheus, go eat some walruses. Orifices, porridges. Morpheus, Morpheus. Going to the Buffet and Walruses. Confidence, corpseses. Worcestershire sauce. Go into your orifices. Red pill, blue pill. Morpheus, walruses. Seashells by the seashorpheus. MORPHEUS DRINKING A FORTY IN THE DEATH BASKET.

Vivianne: "We'll keep you in our thoughts" With the other bullshit in your heads? No, keep me out of your thoughts, because I hear some of the stuff you talk about and if that's close to what you're thinking about, I don't want to be around that, so keep me and my family out of your thoughts, unless you're thinking of making me a sandwich.

[mysmedrabbles]

Seven Reacting to MC Being an Orphan

requested: by anon

a/n: I went quite ham on this one,,,, im just so soft for the Choi family y’all also at this point im just living vicariously through these asks rip. if you'd like to support me click here!

warnings: small portion dealing with (his) abuse but rest is just,,, fluff :’)

-hhhhh mod alex

-he had the basic knowledge of your past from his background check of you from when you first entered the chatroom, but hearing you talk about it in real life,, it’s different

-he feels a sort of emptiness in his chest where your words go, a sort of deep understanding that can never be caught by anyone who hadn’t been a victim of abuse or neglect.

-he takes your hand, kissing your knuckles gently, and you can faintly see tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he looks up at you, but it’s not tears of pity, he knows better than that. His eyes show only regret, and pain as your story mirrored his, and anger at the unfairness of cards that life had dealt with

-that night, as you fall asleep cuddled against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, you can hear him whispering to nothing, almost inaudibly, “Dear god, please never let mc go through something this bad again. let me take her pain, as long as she’s untouched by her past, i’m willing to bear any torture, just,” his voice cracks, and in the back of his head he hears his mothers screaming, feels the sharp beatings, ribs cracking under polished heels, “please never let her feel pain again.”

-he closes his eyes and tries to focus on your hand on his chest, fingers interlacing with his, head slowly rising up and down with his own chest rising and falling, giving you one last kiss on the top of your head before he falls asleep.

-with most things, you’d expect saeyoung to approach it with humor, but in this case he knows that he needs to take it seriously. you’d lost a huge part of your life and needed it back.

-which is why you woke up the next day to find saeyoung sporting a blonde wig and cheerleaders outfit as he poked you awake with his phone

- “sae, what the fuck?”

- “ohhh my god mc you’ll Never guess what Becky said to Brandon last night.” he said in his best teenage girl voice

-you rolled over and away from him, clearly annoyed as you tossed his own pillow at him, it hitting the floor with a thud, “what the hell are you doing saeyoung,” you mumbled angrily into your mattress, and you feel his weight shift from one side to the other, and opening your eyes you see his grinning face in front of yours

- “giving you your childhood back!,” he stands up, bouncing on the mattress before jumping off, shouting, “get dressed we’re going to go find some childhood today!” as he naruto runs out the bedroom door, and in the distance you can hear a Very Startled Saeran as Saeyoung delivers the same message to his brother. hearing Saeyoung yell in pain, you smile, figuring Saeran managed to hit Saeyoung.

-sibling day + mc!!

-going to see a anti drug assembly in the local elementary school, Saeyoung having called ahead pretending to be a concerned father, saying that he wanted to come to the school to see what they were teaching his child, and of course he was going to bring his wife and brother.

-the three of you sneak out of the assembly, Saeran grumbling the whole way, forming a human chain as all three of you hold hands, Saeyoung sneaking the two of you into the book fair. 

-saeyoung gestures grandly to the two of you, telling you to take whatever you wanted

- “saeyoung im not going to steal from an elementary school.” you say crossly.

-feigning hurt, he pulls out his wallet, looking at you with faux sad eyes, “I can’t believe you think so lowly of me mc, of course I’m paying for all of this”

-oh shit oh boy

-you buy all those little knickknacks and slap on bracelets and funny pencils you’d always wanted to buy as a kid, and feeling only slightly guilty as you take them. you knew he was going to pay for them, but it still felt off to do something you never had the access to as a child. you move onto the books, where Saeran already has a stack of magical girl power and comic books in his arms, staring in wonder as he sees the posters.

-when the three of you are finally finished, saeyoung drops $200 on the cash register, attaching a note that lists out what you guys had bought with a small thank you at the bottom

-next destination! the ice cream parlor!

-saeran can barely handle going to the ice cream shop finally, with nothing tying him down, no fear of having to run back home and hide all evidence of having fun, he can be himself, even laughing when you poke at him with an odd twisty pencil.

-saeyoung comes back with the largest ice cream sundae you both had ever seen, sharing it between the three of you as you made jokes and enjoyed the warm summer breeze. 

-he smiled, looking at you and his brother, the unguarded look of pure happiness on both of your faces. he knew that nothing could make up for the years any of the three of you had endured alone and or abused, but he knew he could at least try to give the two people he loved most some experiences that popular media deemed “for the young’uns”

-he finishes the day off with going to the park, letting saeran roam free and collect pinecones as the two of you went over to the playground. it being already quite late, there weren't many kids on the playground, leaving the swings free. 

-the two of you sit on the swings, swaying to each other as you watch Saeran be mesmerized by the sand on the slide.

-he catches your hand in his, pulling you and your seat closer, looking the most serious he had all day.

- “MC... I know you grew up in terrible conditions,, Saeran and I understand that completely. But know that you’ll always have us, we’re your family,, and Vanderwood of course,” he chuckled as he continued, “we’ll always remain by our side as long as you promise to stay by ours... MC...” he paused, as if to say something else, but broke out into a cheesy grin instead, “MC you have a leaf in your hair.”

[royalcordelia]

Hey babe it’s me, your wife. I’d love it if you wrote a drabble based on any of the shots from the trailer that really sparked your imagination. Maybe expand on the Diana and jerry cuteness? Or the satanic ritual? Or the dance lessons? Whatever your sweet heart desires! Sorry this isn’t very straightforward 🤪

@neveragainsanta​‘s prompt was my idea for yours, Alex, so I’m merging the two! Hope you both don’t mind! 

things that fall (i, for you)

“Certainly more catastrophic things have happened before,” reasoned a panicked Anne. “Like the burning of the library of Alexandria, the crucifixion of Christ, the falling of Rome…” She stared at her reflection,cursed her own eternal stupidity. She wished she could turn her imaginative brain off so she’d stop seeing her cheeks as two ripe strawberries with a million freckles for seeds.  

“All you did was kiss a boy,” Anne tried to reason evenly, but failed miserably. All at once, the realization crashed over her as devastating as if it had just happened. In a low, scared voice, Anne stared back at her own terrified reflection, “I kissed Gilbert Blythe. I kissed Gilbert Blythe.” 

Tearing away from her mirror, Anne collapsed onto her bed, hands covering her eyes as a universes’ worth of shame settled on her like a thick blanket.

“How am I going to tell Diana? Oh god, how am I going to face him at school?” 

Perhaps in the back of her mind, she was ignoring a somewhat important fact. Sure, she had kissed Gilbert Blythe, but he had kissed her back. Quite enthusiastically too, for a boy who’d never kissed anyone before. 

It certainly wasn’t the logical outcome for how the interaction began. Squeezing her eyes shut, Anne tried with all her might to keep the memory from replaying in front of her eyes, but it was there over, and over, and over- 

She’d been watering the flowers along the side of the house when she heard his footsteps striking the ground at an astonishing pace. Half expecting a horse to be galloping up the lane, she jumped when she realized Gilbert Blythe was running up to see her. When he was close enough them to meet gazes, his face burst into a wide grin.

“Anne, you won’t believe it!” he called out. Some of the chickens pecking around the barn rustled at the sudden call into the farm’s peaceful quiet. Anne hurried to the gate, but he skidded to a stop right in front of her before she could open it. 

“Gilbert Blythe, what on earth has gotten into you?” 

Catching his breath, Gilbert hunched over his knees and let out a wispy laugh. 

“Guess why I’ve come,” he said excitedly. 

“I…I couldn’t even begin to fathom!” she replied, her own laughter at his askew appearance making his smile even wider. The warm weather had turned his cheeks a pale red, and the afternoon sun glimmered the iridescent highlights in his hair, like the milky way against its dark galaxy. Anne could deny it when asked, but was hopeless at denying to herself that Gilbert had grown abundantly handsome in the last year. Yet, his heart changed so little. When he pressed his lips firmly together, Anne resisted the urge to reach over and shake him. “Aren’t you going to tell me?” 

“Give me one good guess, and then I will reveal what I know,” he said with pretend officiality. Anne placed a finger on her chin as mimicked a person deep in contemplation. 

“You’ve decided to join the traveling circus and become their trapeze walker,” Anne supposed. His hearty guffaw hit her ears like beautiful music that was so pleasant, Anne nearly repeated her joke in hopes that she might hear it again. 

“That was indeed a good guess. It’s even better!”

“Better? Now I’m almost anxious!” 

A confident glint took life in his eyes as he pulled a folded up newspaper snippet from his pocket. The sight of the wheat-colored paper made Anne’s nerves spark with electricity for reasons that she didn’t understand. With a tentative look in her eye, she took the slip when he offered it and peered down at it’s contents. 

Queen’s College Pupil Acceptance (In order of test scores)

1. Gilbert Blythe (Avonlea) - Score 200

Anne’s heart filled with bitterness. Of course he only came to gloat about his own success. They’d been studying together, joking about who would come in first at Queen’s together, tackling their textbooks together. He’d told her how much she improved, and for the first time in her life, Anne wondered that she might finally be first in something - fair and square. 

“You must be so pleased, Gil,” Anne found the strength to mutter, folding the paper back up. If she turned her gaze from the ground, she might see the utter incredulity with which he gawked. 

“Anne. Anne, look again. With both eyes this time!” 

Against her better judgement, she did. 

1. Gilbert Blythe (Avonlea) - Score 200

1. Anne Shirley-Cuthbert (Avonlea) - Score 200

“We tied,” Gilbert said.

Anne felt like she’d gained ten years of her life back. Her head shot up to Gilbert and met his confident joy with her frantic excitement. All the time they’d spent studying together into the sunset hours had paid off. All the times he’d teased her over geometry, all the times she’d poked him over a misspelled word in his essay, every fumbling compliment to keep the other motivated had all led to this. They’d done it! 

She hopped onto the fence, took Gilbert by the face and kissed him. 

Don’t ask her why she did it. In retrospect, she supposed she wanted to in the moment. (And tragically, now that she’d done it once, she wanted to do it again, and again, and again, and) 

Neither of them knew what to do. Not just because of their inexperience but also because they were kissing. They were friends, kindred spirits, orphans who understood each other, and they were kissing.

The books she read never gave much detail about kissing, and the few moments of affection Anne had witnessed in couples were so brief, she could hardly take notes. How long were you supposed to kiss? Was this too long?  

Just as Anne began to pull back, Gilbert chased her so that the connection didn’t break. His hands came up to hold hers on his face, the tenderness of his touch so jolting that she broke back abruptly and stumbled off of the fence. Chancing a look at his face, Anne fortified herself for the worst. 

But Gilbert didn’t look repulsed or upset like she expected, or even afraid like she was. He was never afraid.

“Why’d you do that?” he asked finally, with such a strong hint of hope that Anne had to catch herself from stumbling back another step. 

“I don’t know,” Anne said quickly, quietly. “Can we…um..” 

Do it again?

“Never mention that it happened?” he supplied, tone unreadable.

“Oh, uh, yes. That’s what I meant.”

Clearing his throat, Gilbert ran a hand through his hair with an audibly unsteady sigh, then began back up the lane. 

“Have a nice evening,” he called over his shoulder, but it sounded like words merely leaving his mouth without intention, without meaning.

Laying on her bed, Anne gave a whimpering groan at the memory of it. She’d been wrong when she assumed that she could kiss a boy if she felt like it. If that were true, she’d be at his home, at his fence, retrying what they’d stumbled through for a few short seconds. 

Fate was prepared to make the next day of school actual, physical torture as Anne faced the impossible task of avoiding Gilbert. She clung to Diana’s side, attempting to maintain the routine of normalcy of their dull school day, but the news had already spread about the Queen’s results. 

“Anne! Congrats on tying with Gilbert! Did you have any idea before the results came out?” and “Wish the exam was out of 201 so you could’ve beat her, bud!” and “The only reason you tied with him anyways was because he taught you. You could’ve at least repaid him by missing one point.” 

Anne and Gilbert danced around each other, even if Billy and Josie were much worse company. So in the mess of the noise and all the questions, when Charlie asked, “Is Gilbert walking you home today?” Anne’s mouth answered for her. 

“No, he’s not.” 

“Then could I?” 

Anne’s head snapped up, and she looked at Charlie Sloane as if he were an extraterrestrial. 

“No, you cannot.” 

“Why not?” 

“I’m…walking myself! I’m perfectly capable, thank you!” 

Then she dashed away into the coat room. She made quick work of snatching up her hat and pulling on her coat, a sharp pain beginning to form behind her temple. Spinning around, Anne meant to aim right for the door - 

And nearly bumped into Gilbert Blythe who seemed to be attempting the same quick escape. His hands lowered from his hat slowly, as if she was a doe he was afraid of spooking. Anne’s lips parted as she searched her mind for something to say, but for once, she was on her own. 

Gilbert had something to say, she could tell. It was right behind his lips but he bit down harshly on the words to keep them from tumbling out. At last, straightened his hat and gave her a nervous smile. 

“Anne, I heard you tied with me on the Queen’s exam. Congratulations.” 

She blinked. 

“Thank you, Gil. We both worked hard,” she replied slowly. Then, after a beat. “Does this mean you don’t despise me?” 

Gilbert’s eyes squinted, the way he did when he smelled something unpleasant. 

“Why would you think that?” 

From the other side of the coat room, Jane and Tilly threw them a questioning expression. 

“No reason,” Anne answered. “Are you still walking me home today? If not, I don’t mind.” 

The ice between them thawed into nothingness as Gilbert smiled the grin that turned Anne’s knees to liquid. He grabbed her books from her hands and headed out the door with another word. 

Anne felt strawberries on her cheeks again, but this time she didn’t mind. She swept out the door, and fell at Gilbert’s side, admiring the galaxy in his hair and the sweetness in his eyes. For a moment, she wondered if he was looking at her that way too.

[mrsreinhart]

‘I Chased Cardi for Two Years’ How Hustlers director Lorene Scafaria cast her stripper saga.

“This is bigwig played by Frank Whaley — who I still can’t believe we got to play the role — a regular of Ramona’s (Jennifer Lopez). This scene is the first night of Ramona and Destiny (Constance Wu) working together. Strippers often work in pairs, or groups, because it’s actually a lot more advantageous to separate men from their money. And Constance’s choker is incredible.”

When writer-director Lorene Scafaria set out to cast Hustlers, the story of a group of gloriously scammy New York strippers based on Jessica Pressler’s 2015 New York Magazine piece, she knew one thing for certain: She had to get Cardi B to star in it. Who better than Cardi, an effervescent New York stripper turned world-famous rapper, to capture the absurd, darkly comic spirit of the dancers who slyly swindled hundreds of thousands of dollars from men who never saw it coming? The only problem: Scafaria didn’t know Cardi, nor was she sure how to contact her. So she did what men have been doing to Cardi since the dawn of Instagram: She slid into her DM’s

“I chased Cardi for two years,” laughs Scafaria when I catch her on the phone one afternoon in mid-July, as she’s deep in the process of editing and mixing the film — out September 13 — from a “big house on Mount Olympus.” After she sent that bold DM, Scafaria says a mysterious person associated with Cardi’s Instagram account sent back a phone number. Scafaria texted that number. “I got back a ‘We know, we’ll get back to you,’” she recalls. “I didn’t know if I was talking to her or somebody else.” Even now, a month before the film’s release, Scafaria isn’t sure to whom the phone number belongs. “I have two phone numbers in my cell: Cardi 1 and Cardi 2. I’m not sure if either of them are actually Cardi.”

Scafaria oversees the club-scene shoot at Show Palace, a Long Island City club where Lopez performs and where Scafaria actually cast several of the dancers. “The club was so alive — we had 250 extras in this space, 50 girls, 200 men. I was just running around trying to make sure everybody felt good and comfortable. We have this incredible comfort consultant, who’s also in the movie, Jacq the Stripper. She was walking around, talking to the girls, talking to guys, making sure that they felt good.” Photo: Barbara Nitke/Courtesy of STXfilms

Scafaria — who was initially hired solely to write the script, but then “worked really hard” to convince Annapurna (who first picked up Hustlers, now being distributed by STX Films) that “the director of The Meddler should be the director of Hustlers” — pursued the rest of the stacked cast with similar fervor. “I chased Lizzo for a year,” she says. “I met with Trace Lysette probably a year earlier, then wrote her a part. I knew I needed Keke Palmer so early on. I remember casting the Mercedes character and saying, ‘It has to be Keke Palmer.’ Jacqueline Francis, who goes by Jacq the Stripper on Instagram, was somebody I knew I wanted to write a part for as well. Mette Towley was someone I’d met with probably two years earlier.”

But none of the casting really congealed until Scafaria reeled in her biggest fish: Jennifer Lopez, who plays the strippers’ de facto matriarch and criminal mastermind, Ramona. “The moment I finished the script, I realized: Oh my God, Ramona is Jennifer Lopez,” she says. “Jennifer Lopez is Ramona. The two of them are the same; they have all of these similar qualities. It has to be her.” Once Scafaria landed Lopez, everything fell into place. “Casting was made infinitely easier once Jennifer was attached. Everybody really, really, really wanted to work with Jennifer. That was the beauty of making this movie, too: casting what felt like the right people for each part, and watching them interact the way that they should with each other.”

“This is really the scene where Ramona and Destiny meet. This is the scene that was in my head and on paper for so long … It was our last night of filming, actually. Destiny has seen Ramona inside the club, and she goes out to the rooms where Ramona is having a smoke to talk to her and see if she can get to know her. And Ramona opens up her fur coat and tells Destiny to climb inside, and Destiny does. And then Destiny’s done for.” Photo: Courtesy of STXfilms

Scafaria was particularly impressed with the way Lopez rose to the physically demanding task of playing a career stripper. “She’s obviously such an unbelievable dancer, but she trained so hard-core for this. Pole dancing is not like anything else. It required muscles you don’t know you have. So we did treat it a little bit like a sports movie in that way.” Lopez even did a bit of field research with her fiancé, Alex Rodriguez: “She and Alex went and visited a strip club, and she was able to give me some … insights,” laughs Scafaria.

“Here, Ramona is training Destiny — giving her a little bit of a pre-lesson in pole dancing, and showing her some moves. This is early in their relationship, right after they’ve met. It’s really a very funny and beautiful scene. There’s a certain composer’s music that plays throughout the movie — I can’t say who yet — and the piece that plays here is really remarkable.” Photo: Courtesy of STXfilms

Scafaria says she felt “like a matchmaker” as she watched the cast quickly bond with one another. Lopez became particularly close with Constance Wu, who plays Destiny, a newer stripper who Scafaria describes as the “protagonist of the story, who Ramona takes under her wing.” According to Scafaria, Hustlers is “really focused on these two women and their friendship,” and Lopez and Wu followed suit. “Constance and Jennifer love each other. There was this very beautiful sister relationship that was unfolding. And Keke and Lili [Reinhart] together, they’re so adorable. Trace and Mette really hit it off. I always feel like mom — I’m like, ‘They don’t have to love mom, they just have to love each other,” laughs Scafaria. “We had a pretty remarkable time together; it was an incredible bond for something that was shot in 29 days with 15 women.”

Though Scafaria didn’t get to meet the real-life dancers on whom the film is based, she says she used Pressler’s article as a “jumping-off point,” and turned each character into a sort of “conglomerate of people I know, have known, met while making this and researching it, and reading between the lines of Jessica’s article.” Scafaria was also insistent on casting Julia Stiles as Pressler herself. “The movie wouldn’t work without Jessica as a character,” says Scafaria. “She represents so much: the audience, me, the idea of feeling a certain responsibility to be truthful and authentic to the story.” But most important to Scafaria was maintaining a sense of empathy for the characters. “I felt instantly sort of protective over them,” she says. “Because I don’t think they’re being judged for where they ended up in the crime that they committed. I feel they’re being judged for where they started. And that, for me, made it a story really worth telling.”

Lili Reinhart, Jennifer Lopez, Keke Palmer, and Constance Wu celebrate a successful night of fishing — which required two takes with an unpredictable champagne cork. “The champagne was kind of flying everywhere. Constance said to me, ‘Are you sure you want me to do this one more time?’ And I said, ‘I really do.’ And she said, ‘You’re tempting fate.’ And I go, ‘I know, but we need it.’ So she popped it off and it hit a light and cracked it.” Photo: Barbara Nitke/Courtesy of STXfilms

That razor-sharp vision for what Hustlers should be was what helped her land the directing role. “I felt like I’d seen a scene in a strip club in every single TV show and movie ever,” she says. “It’s a setting that people have used time and time again and we’ve only seen that from one side, for the most part. I was fascinated by what this story represents: gender as it relates to money, the American Dream, the fact that people rarely think of women as ‘blue collar.’ It’s certainly a period piece also, about 2007 and 2008 and the financial crisis, and how it changed this industry — and these women.”

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

I was tagged by @occidentaltourist. This was hard but I gave it my all, thank you for including me, now please come read my rantings...

my shows (in no particular order) :

Merlin

Xena: Warrior Princess

Stargate SG-1

Supergirl

Sanctuary

questions:

1. who is your favorite character in 2?

Xena. How is this even a question? This bish was so extra I didn’t even know the meaning of the word until I saw her bury her damn armor in the first 30 seconds of the first episode. The battle cry, the chakram-- the leather. My poor baby gay brain melted.

2. who is your least favorite character in 1?

Fucking Merlin. I would normally say Kilgarrah the dragon, as the instigator of most of Merlin’s dumbfuckery in one way or the other, but I can at least say Kilgarrah had his motives for doing what he did and insomuch at least remained consistent. Merlin not so much.

3. what is your favorite episode of 4?

Tie between “Exodus” and “Luthors”, I think. Maybe. Any Lena-centric episode is up there, honestly.

4. what is your favorite season of 5?

Probably S1. It’s the most cooky, and the most unique, where they really leaned into the teslapunk vibe and the revisionist history angle (not in a “if the nazis won” kind of way either) in how Helen knew so many people from across history. It also has Ashley, my poor heart.

5. who is your favorite couple in 3?

Sam and Jaaaaack

6. who is your favorite couple in 2?

Xena and Gabrielle. Can you believe my ace ass watched through the entire series thinking they’ve got the absolute Life™, tooling around the ancient world as besties? I only saw the gay when I atched a BTS interview with Lucy Lawless and Renee O’Connor where they were like “yeah it was totally gay” and I was like ( O.o ) and immediately went to re-watch it and only THEN did I realize how fucking gay it was oh my god.

7. what is your favorite episode in 1?

“To Kill the King”. I know it sucks when a show peaks in S1, but honestly? We’ve got the pinnacle of Morgana’s spirit in her efforts to free Gwen’s father, her rage in her failure to do so, and her impulsivity in deciding to do something about it by conspiring to assassinate Uther. And then we also have the embodiment of her kindness when she changes her mind at the last moment and kills to protect him. It only goes downhill from there.

8. what is your favorite episode of 5?

TEMPUS. Motherfucking god almighty “Tempus” took my breath away when I first saw it. It’s always the first one I go back to. The continuity, the performances, the sheer badassery from Miss Helen Magnus…. THAT was a masterpiece of television and anyone who disagrees can kiss my ass.

9. what is your favorite season of 2?

I gravitate towards the second season of X:WP, honestly. They’d hit their stride, and the season was predominantly one-offs, which I prefer over the heavy seasonal arcs they get into in later seasons. It also has my favorite episode, “A Day in the Life.” I live for “day in the life” type episodes, and this is the reason why. 

10. how long have you watched 1?

Ummm I binged the entire series oh…. Two years ago? Since then, I’ve watched only the pre-evil Morgana-heavy eps when I need something on in the background.

11. how did you become interested in 3?

So what happened was that I got to military training early, and had to spend two weeks in med company until my training billet opened up. While there, a buddy of mine had some atlantis eps on a usb drive and we watched during personal time. After I heatstroked twice later in said cycle, I had insomnia for the following year, and decided to catch up on the show-- from the beginning of SG-1. I watched whenever I couldn’t sleep and ended up getting through all 200+ episodes by the end of the semester. It’s probably the only reason I survived that year at all, tbh.

12. who is your favorite actor in 4?

Three-way tie between Melissa Benoist, Chyler Leigh, and Katie McGrath. All three have the knack for non-verbal acting that I really gravitate towards. Some cases in point are Kara’s physicality in Season 1, and Alex’s coming out arc in Season 2. For Katie McGrath, I could point to any scene between Lena and Lillian, or Lena and any moment of vulnerability. Given the right material, all three are breathtaking.

13. which do you prefer, 1, 2, or 5?

Uggggghhh….. It’s definitely between 2 or 5. Both are equally meaningful to me. But I have to admit that I re-watch Sanctuary more, and I was definitely more active in the fandom there than I was for Xena, so… Sanctuary.

14. which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3?

Ha. Ha ha ha hahahaha… 3. Stargate SG-1 has 214 episodes, not including two spinoffs, plus a short-lived animated series, a mobile game, and 31 tie-in novels (50+ if you include the atlantis tie ins and assorted novellas). 

Merlin has 65 episodes.

15. if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

By nature, Lena. By choice? Alex Danvers. She is the embodiment of everything I ever wished I could be. Her close bond with Kara. Her fierce protectiveness-- and ability to back it up. Her trust and confidence in herself and her friends. Her authority and physical prowess. Yeah. I’d choose to be Alex.

16. would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

Strictly speaking… yes. There’s not enough room here to go into full details, but yes. It’s entirely feasible.

17. pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely but strangely okay couple

Arthur and Morgana. I say this in full knowledge that they’re siblings (hence the unlikely and strange part), but they’d be okay because in my mind they’d rule platonically and each of them would have their own spouses and it’d be two pendragons ruling to protect camelot and the rest of the world quivers before them.

18. overall, which story has the better storyline, 3 or 5?

What kind of question is that? Which storyline? They both have duds, and they both knock it out of the park. Am I supposed to compare bests? They fill different niches, bro DO NOT MAKE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN SANCTUARY AND SG-1 I REFUSE

19. which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?

I feel that this is an unfair question in this day and age, as most current tv shows don’t have theme songs the way they used to. They don’t have opening credits, so how are we supposed to be able to ID a theme song like we did in the old days? 

That said, I’m able to hum the Xena theme right off the bat, while Supergirl I’d only recognize if I heard it. So, Xena wins. Xena also wins for opening voice-over.

Tagging: @magicalstripedhorse. @samarallewis86, @cloudytiger, @storyiicharacter, @motorcyclegirlfriends, @calculatingdistances and anyone else who wants to rant about their shows.