#am glad to have a space of my own atleast. something to do other than what im supposed to or expected to

[vampiric-faith]

Piloting his body is starting to feel very weird

[sammyluvr]

Ok so, I'm 16 and my mum is planning to send me to what is essentially a conversion camp this coming autumn. I literally don't know what I did wrong or what to do. Apparently this is about me just disrespecting her but I've always noticed her subtle yet obvious digs at queers. She says she accepts me and doesn't care overall but when I told her I was bi her immediate reaction was to refer to a bi friend of hers that married a man and told me "You'll end up making the right choice. Just like she did." And it just breaks my heart because I try to be the best daughter I can be for her and it never feels like enough. Another thing she recently did was refer to a gay man as "broken", seeing it as a flaw and I can feel my heart crack a little more than it already has been. The camp is Christian and I've seen videos and it just seems like a fucking laugh directed towards me. Like I'm going to come back a bible thumping straight conservative woman like she wants me to be but I'm so far from that I think. I don't believe in God- I've come to my own understanding of the world yet of course I haven't told her that. It just feels utterly heartbreaking and I feel like bawling my eyes out like a kid but I'm not a kid anymore and I have to be stronger than this otherwise I'm just a queer crybaby and not an actual person who deserves respect just as much as the next. I know it must be pretty stupid to be ranting ab this to a stranger online but I think I can atleast get some sort of comfort ig from you but idk. I don't know any other queer people in my life and you're the only person I can really talk to. I'm not asking you to save me or come up with a solution. I'm just asking you to try virtually hold my hand through this, I guess. I love your work and hope everything goes great with uni <3

hi honey :(( i can't tell you how sorry i am that this is happening to you, but i promise i absolutely will be here to hold your hand through it all. i'm really glad that you felt like you could reach out to me and that you sent this message <33 it is utterly heartbreaking and if i were you, i'd be wanting to cry too, which you are more than allowed to do. crying is a 100% normal reaction to something so horrible :(( and you are so respected in this space. it's definitely not stupid to send this message and i'm so sorry you don't have a community around you in person, but i'm glad that i could be here as a fellow queer person to talk to.

i'm so sorry that your mom isn't truly accepting and that she says things like that, hearing that sort of thing is just so so difficult. and the fact that she's sending you to this camp is just so so awful and i absolutely wish i could whisk you away from it and we could spend the fall doing gay shit together #begaydocrime !!!

and i'm unsure if it's any help, but i have 100% full confidence that you will make it to the other side of this camp with your personal understanding of the world and queerness intact, and maybe even stronger. that's not to say it won't be hard, because it will :(( you'll probably hear a lot of language used that's really exclusive and triggering and i'm not sure how far this camp goes, but i really hope that it's not as awful as it could be.

this is a really different experience than yours will be i'm sure, but i grew up mormon and went to church up until i was around your age/maybe a little older. idk if i ever really believed it and all that, but it wasn't until that last year or two that i knew i was queer (bi, i thought at the time + questioning my gender) and i was just constantly surrounded by this language that was completely contrary to my whole being. it was basically just "you will marry a man and have children because you are a woman" over and over again and i was like LOLLL none of those things are true :D so i stopped going and i look at me now i guess haha

but no, genuinely it was really difficult, and it took me a long time to get to where i am in terms of understanding and accepting my identity in terms of queerness. i'm still figuring shit out, honestly. and for such a long time i had so much internalized homophobia that was pounded into my brain "it's okay if other people are gay, but i'm not. and even if i was, i'd choose not to be :)))" who are you kidding babyboy... you're saying that bc you think you might be gay and you don't even know it smh lol. anyways i just want you to know you're not alone in experiencing this sort of language that's so insistently thrown at you and that i think it will help you to have the knowledge that you are bisexual and you have your own world views and you do not ever have to prescribe to what they tell you, and that's something to hold onto! hold on tight to your personal beliefs and your queerness with one hand, hold my hand tight with the other, and before you know it we'll be on the other side of things together.

you let me know if you need anything at all, and i will do everything i can to help you. i can say with pretty full confidence that there's so many people in my little tumblr community that are here to support you and help you through it all!! we will be unapologetically queer together on here, especially in ways we can't in our day to day life. i am sending you sooo so much love!! thank you for your kind words my sweets <3

[bitchkiss]

Hello, I hope I am not disturbing you. I wanted to ask something that's been on my mind for a while if that's ok. I've sent this to a few other blogs also, and I was hoping you'd be able to provide a more appropriate answer

At what point do we draw the line between "I do not think this fits the character/I do not like how the character has been constructed" vs "I hate this character because they're black, or a poc, or a minority"?

Because I've SEEN people in the screenshot post comment that if you do not include gaz, then there's racism in there. But if I do not see the text blurb, or prompt or whatever fit any given character, then is that racism? And if I have to include the character if the opposite is racism, then wouldn't that be more inappropriate? Since I'd be including them out of obligation than a genuine interest/adoration/appropriateness of the character?

Because this has constantly been on my mind. So far I've believed that as long as I remain fair with what I like or dislike in a character, WITHOUT basing it on colour, then that's alright, like that's been my logic, and it made sense for me? But from what a few people have commented, it seems like whenever I do not include gaz (leave apart excluding him from t141 stuff, that's clear cut racism for me, because why include everyone else except a core member of the team when it says tf141) then it becomes racist?

Help me understand this, or atleast let me know who I can send an ask to that explains this.

it's all based on patterns. as a black woman, and i know other black women get this too, there's like...a gut feeling you get when something seems off. our first instinct is to dismiss it. i think that's a really important thing for white people to know. when someone starts pointing out a pattern of racism, especially if that person is a poc, usually all other explanations have been ruled out. when i experience it in real life, i think long and hard about how i've seen that person interact with others. how do they interact with men? how do they interact with other women and genderqueer people? how often are they around black people? the reason for all of this is because it's really hard to believe that people can be so openly prejudiced without awareness. but people are. and if people are bringing it up to you, well then im glad you're sending these asks, because it's far past time for you to start looking at your actions beloved. to bring those questions to the fandom space, you look at a persons posts. are they never including this character? do they post about this character an equal amount, just in different situations? then yeah, it's totally likely that this character doesn't fit for whatever that post was. or like a lot of cod bloggers have a favorite character or a favorite pairing, and most of their posts are geared towards those one or two characters. i also think that's normal. but also, there's always going to be bias involved in who or what you like. i have my own bias. i am at the intersection of many forms of oppression and i definitely still have my own biases based on the systemic prejudice we are all raised in. when i don't like a character, or i like one character moreso than others, i always try to examine that. i think the most helpful thing is to be comfortable saying that your life or dislike of something is based in prejudice. this isn't something you post about or air out to the world, just be aware of it in yourself...examine it privately...you will often find that what you like starts to change as you break that bias away...but this is only possible if you're willing to say you are being biased without judgement. no one can read your mind. examine yourself honestly without fear of backlash, because it's only you and maybe a friend you really trust to talk about it with. and sometimes after that examination, you'll find that you don't like that character because...you just don't! and you can feel comfortable in that. but i think it's more likely, in this case, you will find new avenues of looking at gaz/other characters in a way that seemed unfit before. but i could be wrong. only you know you. when someone says that it's ONLY because this character doesn't fit, or that they're definitely not racist, then that just tells me they don't know if their motivations are racist or not. it tells me they've done no examination. doing something racist is not the end of the world because we have all done something racist (including poc), we will all do something racist, because we live in a world that is entrenched in racism and it's something we have to ACTIVELY address in ourselves every day. its a full time fuckin job baby! here's a list of questions i ask myself. - why don't i like this character/why don't i feel like this character fits? - what is the evidence for these traits? - if these traits are ones i feel about the character intuitively, then where do those beliefs come from? (we always have our intuitive beliefs about a character that come from our life experience. sometimes it will be projection, sometimes it will be from previous media analysis, sometimes it will be from biases we haven't examined in ourselves yet) - do these traits align with widespread beliefs about the group of people this character comes from? - is it possible i feel this way about this character because of these societal beliefs i was raised with?

what you've asked is a big question. i gave a big answer. i hope it's comprehensive and it made sense. i'm open to explaining anything that seems confusing.

[hijadelmar]

cutting off social media

first of all, i wanna apologize for this hiatus. i opened the blog and a couple posts later i stopped publishing, i am really bad when it comes to the discipline for writing in a blog, diary or such. but i wanna slowly come back here and i have a couple of ideas already.

second, hope everyone who reads this had a good christmas and new year. let's focus on becoming our best versions for this 2023 and keep improving for the upcoming years! :) i have some new year's resolutions myself, and one of them (and today's topic) is cutting off progressively my relationship with social media.

i am not a social person at all, i barely post and i still find myself spending more time than i'd like in sites like instagram. and, honestly, do i need it? short answer: no.

yesterday i deleted my account and the app itself. i didn't tell anyone because i'm doing it for myself. and i already feel much better with this simple decision! i still spend a lot of time in other sites like twitter or tiktok, but atleast i find myself enjoying more using them. when it comes to instagram i just felt i wasn't enjoying it and it wasn't something "i liked to do", but more something like i was mechanically used to. when i am bored with my phone, just automatically open the app to check a couple of stories and posts and close it, then repeat. and honestly i was really burned out.

after all, i don't really enjoy or have the need to post myself. as i said i am not social at all so i don't hang out often with friends, and when i do i'm not the kind of person who shares it on insta's stories or posts.

i seriously recommend doing the same thing for everyone. a lot of people finds themselves low on self esteem because we spend a lot of time on our days checking instagram, seeing lots of people using filters or editing their face or body features for every post. i totally think this step is a good start to cut from those toxic habits.

in my own case it wasn't about feeling personally triggered or affected by that, but more about finding myself in a "space" i didn't felt like i wanted to be in. a lot of people following me when from those followers i maybe talk to the 2% of them. and following myself a lot of people i don't even care about. i wanted to stop seeing the life or stuff of people i don't relate or care about at all. and again, i'm really glad i made this decision. i gotta say i also find myself mechanically tapping on the area of my screen where i had instagram's icon.

i don't wanna stop here, i want to keep reducing my social media consumption until i am at a point where i only use them an essential amount of time. but this is a good start for myself, and i really encourage everyone to try something like this. i also don't think everyone has to be as radical as i was, but try small things like unfollowing people or "influencers" you don't care or relate to at all. i already know if i ever come back to instagram it'll be to strictly follow people im genuinely interested about and i feel theythey bring something positive to my feed, like artists, designers, content creators or only close friends i really talk to.

thanks for reading me and i'll try to see you all sooner than last time :)

[myelocin]

please know that i’m yours to keep | oikawa tooru

synopsis: a comfort for the days you feel like you’re everything but what you try so hard to be.

genre: fluff, comfort | warnings: suggestive themes | wc: 2000+

characters: oikawa tooru

a/n: this is a commissioned piece from @triskoof ;w; 

the girl | city in colour 

ko-fi | commissions

Because you’re always meant to be yours, Oikawa Tooru loves you in the way that reminds you of that.

Like the tips of his fingers just barely grazing the skin on your face, he has a habit of pulling back before fully cupping your cheek. The kind of warmth that hovers—never touches—but still lingers.

Moments like now are where you’re glad that traces of him still stay, because it reminds you that his presence was meant to be one of the things that was lasting within a world that truly was anything but.

“I don’t feel beautiful,” you say, and Oikawa thinks the look in your eyes holds nothing but your most vulnerable truth.

And he supposes that he understands, because our thoughts aren’t just thoughts at the end of the day. Intertwined with them are the emotions that come as feelings, with the intention to be felt to the end and not just realized as a passing epiphany.

So, “Beautiful,” he replies, tasting the word on his tongue before swallowing it whole hoping that the heart from his truth would reach the words he always holds for you.

And he’s gentle, with not just the look in his eye, but also his honesty, when he says, “You.”

He cups your face in between his hands, and warm, you think.

They’re warm, because he’s here, and because he’s true.

He kisses you; the first on your forehead, right as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. The second, on the tip of your nose, as he says the word beautiful, again, right before he mutters your name.

Your name, Hailey, as just six letters from the alphabet strung together to make a sound just this morning, but suddenly turned into your whole truth laid bare as Oikawa kisses you again.

You realize that it’s your truth in not just the objective sense, but more so because it’s one of the few things that would always be your constant.

“You’re beautiful,” Oikawa mutters again, then lets his face hover just inches away from yours as he leans down, pressing his lips against yours. Phrases from him to you, which speak of not just his love, but also both his respect and awe, are mumbled in between the kisses he gives you.

In his arms you keep yourself still—pliant, even, as you let your body mold into his arms. And you feel safe, doing so. The thoughts in your head simmer from screaming into just whispers, but even as you still hear them poke and prod at you, Oikawa’s voice is what’s immediate in thundering over those which are unwelcome.

“Why aren’t you nice to yourself?” he asks, and in your moment of absolute vulnerability, you look at him and allow yourself to crack.

You don’t necessarily break, because you’ve always believed that a person can never fully be broken, but the cracks of your hurt run deeper in some places. The word beautiful rings in your head, like an echo you can’t seem to get rid of, but you want to shake it away.

Glassy brown eyes mean to peer at you and offer comfort, but it’s the ugly cracks of your resolve that come to you and whisper in your ear that you are anything but beautiful, when you see a reflection of yourself against them.

“Sometimes,” you sigh, taking the liberty of pulling yourself back and parting from him, “—it’s just hard to feel like you’re something.”

“Beautiful feels like a different person, Tooru,” you confess.

“Have you always felt this way?” he asks, ushering you to follow him to bed and making space for you to lie down in beside him. When you settle, he lies beside you, his face just inches away from yours once more.

“Some days,” you express, shrugging your shoulders. “Yeah.”

Your some days, meaning that there really are moments where it feels like you have to constantly tell yourself that you are still beautiful that it becomes redundant enough to the point of sound like a drawl.

Tonight’s one of those days.

You’re a little more cracked than composed, so you let yourself be and hang on to Oikawa who you know has never wavered.

Intimacy in the little moments shared like this, but because today you feel like you’re everything but what you should be feeling and seeing things in every way but the way you should be seeing them—like yourself—you close your eyes when your reflection flashes across Oikawa’s again.

Intimacy like trust, because you know here, you are safe.

His palm that’s quick to move up and rest against the expanse of your cheek says “I love you.”

But it’s his voice, that makes his truth be known through words as he says, “You’re always gonna be beautiful.”

“Not for now,” you shake your head.

Oikawa chuckles, murmuring something you couldn’t quite catch as he leans forward again to press a kiss at the tip of your nose. In response, you close your eyes, comfortable in the warmth he emits.

“For now is just that,” he hums. “You can’t always be on your own side or see things in the lighter way, but I’m here,” he smiles. “My eyes are open and they still you.”

“My beautiful girl,” he adds.

Through the strands of your hair that fell across your eyes, you see Oikawa offer you his honest kind of smile before propping himself up on one elbow to lean over you. He moves with purpose, but keeps his eyes on yours.

When he gets close enough, he smiles, again, and even if the thoughts in your head still rage with the intention to nestle within the cracks they made to grow and root themselves, you push them to the side in hopes they would quell.

(They don’t.)

But Oikawa’s voice reaching out to you—and arriving, hushes them again.

In the silence he builds with his words and presence alone, you release the tenseness of your muscles and sigh, holding up one hand just as Oikawa lets his down, both of your palms cradling the other’s cheeks.

Then it’s within the darkness where the two of you lay, eye to eye and face to face as the sunset in the sky shifts into the beginnings of the blue hour.

The blue hour, you recall, is the time of day that happens in the morning and night. The in between that bridges night and day, setting the scene for the transition. From black to blue at six AM, right before the sky erupts into shades of vanilla. Then, when it’s six at night—like right now, it’s the burnt orange of today’s sunset mellowing into the depth of blue.

You know it’ll turn dark soon.

But you stare straight into Oikawa’s eyes anyway, hoping to drown out the sounds of your demons with the hues of earth and reflected fragments of the sky within the two perfect orbs that look at you, as if you hold constellations.

In the blue hour—the inbetween—you let yourself be still and fall.

And at the sight of your surrender, Oikawa leans down and kisses you. His lips on your neck, starting from the spot right behind your ear, trailing down to the tops of your collarbone, he mumbles your name in between the traces of him he intertwines with you.

His name, from your lips, sounding like just a breathless whisper to the ears of the world is like a sort of lifeline for him to hang on to, because through the haze he’s aware you probably are seeing the world with in your moments of weakness—you still are with him.

So he holds you.

His legs on either side of your waist, and arms on either sides of you, he nips at the skin of your exposed neck, leaving a mark. “You’re beautiful like this,” he winks at you, all the while as you laugh, knowing full well that his words are fueled with the intent to lighten the situation.

It works, because in the soft light of the blue hour, you wait as he raises his head from your chest, your stare steady, meaning to lock with his. At the sight of you, Oikawa holds your gaze, a light smile against his lips.

“You’re just saying that,” you laugh, peering down and moving your hands to brush away his bangs that fell across his eyes.

At the sight of your earth—your world within this world—you soften. It’s only as you peered underneath the underneath where you realized that Oikawa was just a man who still had his flaws beneath the porcelain mask he wore.

“I say things because I mean them,” he tells you, and from the steadiness of his voice, there’s nothing in you that tells you to doubt him.

So you do the logical thing and believe him.

In the blue hour you make your hurts be known, finding words to string together to atleast give the hurt a name, and Oikawa listens.

But none the less, he tells you you’re beautiful, through the silence that he blankets around the room, and by the way he moves with you. He kisses you on your forehead again, tenderly, before capturing your lips with his. And love, you think—right then and there—has always felt like patience with him.

Slow kisses under your ceiling with the glow in the dark stickers in the shape of distant galaxies and stars, it has you feeling infinite.

His hands that know the contour of your body: from the dip on your waist to the scar that’s barely even there right by your thigh. He touches you like he would glass, fragile. And he breathes your name like he would whisper his confessions—and you know they’re all of love.

(You are in love.)

As in love as you are, you also are reminded that emotions can move like waves.

One day you feel beautiful, then in the next you don’t.

Emotions will always be raw, because at the very core of what they are—that’s just their nature. The ugly parts of it can come like a whirlwind some days instead of creep in slow and slam against your foundations, getting cracks to form in deep.

But, the beautiful will still remain, you think.

Beautiful like the earth of Oikawa’s eyes staring at you as if you hold all the constellations in the skies.

The silence comes and goes, and beautiful is the way he holds you when night comes and darkness floods the room. He still feels you against him, your skin a familiar kind of warmth against his, while the calluses of his palms don’t scare you even as he trails them under your shirt and over the bare skin of your chest.

“You’re beautiful,” he says again, and Oikawa knows that it’s only been those two words that you’ve heard from him again and again throughout the night, but the more he wracks his brain for a better set of words to say—the less actually comes to him.

He tries to show you, none the less.

And it isn’t just in the intimacy of sex where he lays himself bare to you too, but it’s also through this that he hopes to convey his whole truth to you, in hopes that you’d see you through his eyes to get you through the aches of your today.

Oikawa’s aware that perhaps tomorrow, you’ll rise again.

But it’s this for now where he reminds you of the infinity he’s always known you’ve held.

“I love you,” when he pushes inside you, and “I love you,” again, when he hears you sniffle at the emotions that he knows just overwhelm.

“You’re beautiful,” you know he means to say when he leans down anyway and brushes the hair away from your forehead to press his against it. “You’re beautiful,” you hear again, when his thumb brushes over the scars you know have long healed across your body, then at the shell of your ear right after he whispers your name, again.

(And your name is beautiful.)

Most days you think it is, but because today it’s a word that’s a little hard to say, you hang on to him and allow his truth to come to you and wrap you whole.

Oikawa feels you hold on to him, so he holds you too—centering you back to the now.

You’re probably a mess underneath him, you think. Lipstick from earlier still wasn’t wiped off and he’s probably kissed you a hundred times now. Your clothes are crumpled, your shirt pushed up at best and your underwear just shoved to the side in his haste, but he says beautiful again, and again, as if it’s the first he’s truly seeing you.

(Perhaps it is.)

(The face of vulnerability has always looked different every time, after all.)

The now is a moment of vulnerability, so you let him hold you.

And because Oikawa knows you’re always meant to be yours, he shows that he loves you forever, by holding you and giving you a safe space to just feel the things that come.

“I don’t feel okay,” is your moment of weakness, because you’re still human.

But in Oikawa’s wordless way of conveying “I love you,” and “You’re beautiful,” do you feel the assurance  that even though days like this come and try to drown you—you’ll always have your boy with two eyes holding the earth who will keep your head from going under.

[partywithgyu]

Blind Date. //Choi Beomgyu//

💝Angst and fluff💝

💝enemies to lovers💝

When the realization hit, that you were the only one amongst your friends who was gonna be alone on Valentine's day, you couldn't help but whine. The whining was what led to your two friends making an arrangement for you. Since the two of them were going to do on a double date, asking their boyfriends to get their single friend would be a good idea, right?? WRONG! The single friend turned out to be none other than the guy you hated , Choi Beomgyu.

You two looked at each other with blank expressions. "Talk to each other. Don't be shy," said your friend to the two of you. You were quick to come to the conclusion that him leaving the restaurant would be embarrassing for you. So, you decided that you wanted to be the one to leave. Except, the two of you were trapped, with a wall on one side and friends on the other. "Actually, I think I have to," you started to say. "Don't be that shy. Come on."

You just sighed as you turned straight ahead. How you wished he wouldn't be busy on his phone when you sat in! You would have turned around and walked away. But here you were, facing the smirking boy. "So, you are my Valentine, today?," he asked. You just gave him a small smile. "Unfortunately." "I think you should be glad," he said to you. You rolled your eyes. The other four on the table got busy in their own conversations leaving the two of you to talk. You picked up your phone and started scrolling through instagram when you felt a kick on your leg.

You looked up at Beomgyu with wide eyes. "Talk to me, Valentine." "I don't have anything to say," you said to him. "Then listen to me talk," he said. You couldn't understand why he was trying to even converse with you. The two of you had always been on each other's cases for the longest time. Being neighbours, it was natural for you two to want to be friends. Atleast you wanted to be. But everytime you tried, you would end up regretting it. He would either end up ignoring you, teasing you or mocking something you'd say. It made you feel bad everytime.

"I was watching this Disney movie the other day. It's called Inside Out. Have you heard about it?," he asked you. It was weird seeing him try to converse with you. "Yes." "Did you like it?" "Yes." You two looked at each other with blank expressions. He clicked his tongue. "I am trying to talk to you. Why don't you just talk to me? Do you have to have an attitude?" As his tone changed a little, the other four people turned to look at you two. You scoffed. "I am the one with attitude? You really think that?" "Y/N. Don't fight," said your friend sitting right beside you. "Oh. Shut up," you told her before turning to Beomgyu. "Why do you expect me to be nice to you?," you asked him.

"Why not?," he asked, sounding surprised. "I am being nice to you. Can't you be nice to me?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "You've always been so rude to me. Why are you even trying to be nice now?" "Hey! I've never been rude!" You rolled your eyes at the obvious lie he was telling to defend himself. "You've always been rude. Don't lie." "When?" "From the time I first approached you." "We were kids back then," he retorted. "Even after that," you told him. "Remember when we were in the same group as kids. You always called me a loser and each time you were paired with me. Even if I was good at that sport, you just ended up ruining every evening of my life. When you transferred to the same middle school as me, I offered to help you out and then entire time you were acting like I was talking to myself. You literally went to other people for help. Do you know how shitty I felt? Like, even in a school where you didn't know anyone else, you wouldn't to talk to a loser like me. Then, what was worst was you managed to steal my friends too. As if, that was your plan along. What did you do for that to happen? Did you tell them about how much of a loser I was? Do you realize that the reason why I struggle to make friends is you? You are the reason I hated myself."

Beomgyu just looked at you with his mouth slightly open. As everyone on the table turned to look at him, he stuttered. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry." You rolled your eyes at him. You could feel your throat get pokey. The last thing you wanted to do was cry before him. So you decided it was best to leave. Your turned to your friends. "I just don't want another bad day because of him. So stop making a big deal about me leaving. Move out now." The two of them got out, giving you space to move.

It was when you were a few steps away from the restaurant, Beomgyu caught up with you. "Y/N, wait." He stopped in front of you. "I don't want to talk to you," you said before stepping aside and continuing to walk ahead. Beomgyu stood in front of you, to block your way, again. "Listen to me. Please. Just this once." You folded your arms, a little curious to know what he would even say. Perhaps, he'd blurt out a childish apology for you to mock. "I used to whine whenever I was paired with you to hide the fact that I liked you." You noticed how his fingers fidgeted with the sleeves of his sweatshirt. "I didn't realize that it would hurt your feelings. I was a child back then. Also in middle school, I was intimidated by you. You sounded so perfect while showing me around. You are beautiful too. It's easy to get intimidated by you." You tried your best to not smile at the fact that he had just called you beautiful. "I asked others for help because I have a short attention span. I forget things easily. That's how I am." As you heard him sound apologetic for being forgetful, you felt bad. You didn't mean to make him feel like he was flawed. "I didn't mean to make you feel about that. Sorry," you said softly. "See. We don't always mean things. So, I think we should start over again," he said to you. His lips curved into a smile as he hoped that would make you give in. "Alright." "Alright?" "Yes, alright."

Beomgyu felt happy after watching you smile. Your smile, to him, was adorable. After getting to see that beautiful smile, he'd only want to make you smile more often. "So, Y/N, I say we ditch the other four people and go on a date of our own," he said to you. "Date?" Beomgyu shrugged. "You're still my Valentine, right?," he said with a small pout. You playfully rolled your eyes. "Fine. Fine. There's a café down the street," you said to him. As the two of you started walking, another question popped in your head. "Why did you steal my friends in middle school?" "They were two faced bitches. I just told them to stay away from you." You were a little surprised at his use of the curse word but more surprised about what he had done for you. As you looked over at his pretty face a smile grew on your face. "So you weren't as bad as I thought after all."

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[nissakii]

Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.16

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“Why don’t you tell me something about omegas and how you react to them”. The phrasing maybe wasn’t that ambiguous, but the words were spat out with poisonous intention. Words that should enter your head and linger for a while not until one realizes they consume you. At least that was my intention on that day. I’ve heard enough times that those kinds of mind games were allegedly ‘horrible’ and ‘insulting’, but I never understood what the big deal was. It’s not like I’m taking away a toy from a child. We are all adults here, and life isn’t about who is the nicest. It’s about who succeeds. And if some little mind game is what gives me the head start. I’ll do it. Albeit possibly that I lost my chances to be friends with Oikawa, I must admit my words to him were pretty harsh, I felt like he took it well. Which isn’t good. He wasn’t fazed by it at all, I had noticed his smile maybe twitching a little but he only retorted with a smart explanation of how natural pheromones worked and made me look like an idiot country bumpkin. I still remembered his smile as he asked me if I understood what he meant, and maybe I was just angrier than usual but I could swear he was being all smug about it too. So I found someone who was willing to play the same game as me. Hm. The other interesting thing on that day, which keeps replaying in my head, was that omega girl. It was honestly shocking to scent an omega for the first time. My curiosity ran with it and I was glad she was fine with me being so close, I have heard stories in which omegas retorted with less ‘accommodating’ ways. I even caught her gaze after a lecture of mine, but she didn’t budge and I wasn’t up for conversation. Still, the way she looked at me after coming for Oikawa was insane. She didn’t yell or tried to fight me, she didn’t shy away either. She just looked at me. And it was terrifying. Her eyes were piercing through me as if to provoke me to continue, her scent had doubled up in intensity which I wasn’t expecting at all, and her sweet caramel scent suddenly burnt to crisp. Her voice was sharp but not too emotional, it was distinct for me to listen to. “I would ask you to mind your own business”. Stone cold, I gotta say. It made me take a step back and raise my arms in defense with a smile and the situation immediately deescalated, Oikawa had caught her scent and was just as aggravated and I realised the rumours I had heard were partly true, but the incident seemed a lot more severe than I had imagined. I mean it was the first thing I heard when I came here, it was on social media and every other first year told me the same thing. “It’s good you’re an alpha, the rest don’t have it easy here”. Maybe I really shouldn’t have meddled too much, it’s still a school I really wanted to go to and Osamu is here as well, so I really shouldn’t destroy my own chances that much. The caramel girl was technically right, I should mind my own business. But was that fun? Nah. The door creaked open as what I would assume could only be my brother entered the dorm room I was in. “Samu!”, I chimed excitedly. … I only pushed in the door a little bit and already heard my brother squeak my name. “Samu!”, he chimed and I entered the dorm with a greeting. “Ossu”, I placed the plastic bag with some utensils I needed for my classes on my bed and looked at Atsumu sprawled on his side. The dorm room we were given was actually quite small. I was used to having a bit more space to myself, but with the scholarship I was glad I atleast got a twin room with my brother. Although when I looked at him I sometimes thought differently. The two beds were pushed to the far end of the room and to the walls on the sides, a desk separating the space in between. In front of Atsumu’s bed, which was the one on the right, the other desk was situated which was supposed to be mine. I remember when we moved in here the dorm looked horrendous, but with enough cleaning and the right duvets and covers it felt a lot better. And of course my side was a lot neater than his. “S’that my

shirt?”, I recognized the pattern on the front and he merely scoffed at me. “Uh, no?” “Really?” “Uh”, he intelligently mused to himself and I sighed. “Nevermind, you take what ya want anyways. Make sure to wash it later, I gotta head to the library”, I left the bag with the supplies on my bed and instead fished out a list with the literature I had to get. “Alright, see ya” “See ya”, I retorted and headed back outside. I grabbed the list in my hands and tried to check which building I had to go to. “Why are there multiple libraries?” Linguistics? Human sciences? Okay I definitely don’t have to go to the law department. With at least twenty minutes of running around campus I finally went up to someone outside and asked for help. “Oh yeah that’s pretty confusing I guess, uh so you need to search for building 4, the library should be the glass building right next to it!” Nodding and bowing with a slight smile I made my way to the mentioned building. The way over there was very pretty, the pathways went under huge trees and the ambiance felt really good, but I had no time to walk around exploring. Finally, I looked at the beautiful building in front of me. Still belonging to the campus, but it was obvious that it was either newly built or otherwise rebranded. The walls showed a tinted version of the life inside, the higher stories dimly shining in a warm light. I approached the entrance and two huge doors slid open when I wanted to step inside. Murmuring was to be heard everywhere, and for the fact that it was a library I was a little shocked at the rumbling noise. As if I was entering a mall, tall metal gates that I had to go through demanded my student ID. I saw other students move swiftly between the poles and swish their ID quickly at a screen and I tried to emulate the gesture, completely overwhelmed with all of the technology. With I beep the gates opened and I stood still to admire the interior of the building. Standing in the middle, and elevator right in front of me lead to the different levels of the library. When I looked to the right I saw a reception and an information center, and to the left the toilets and another gate leading to a cafeteria where to be found. Stepping into the elevator I looked at the signs that signalled me which level I had to go to and I pressed the button. Floor 7 out of 12. This crap is huge! More and more students entered and left the elevator again, stopping at every floor to change its inhabitants. After some minor bumps in the road, I finally got to my desired floor. When the metal doors opened, I finally felt the silence. Shelves and more shelves of book were to be seen, students rummaging through them to find what they were looking for. Maybe it was the fact that the library was so huge, but i didn’t see too many people here. Looking up at a sign that read “Arts and human sciences” I knew I was at the right place. Walking inside I started to look for my books. Big mistake. The labels on the books were highly confusing, and I had no idea where to look. I peered at my list again. Introduction into Culinary Arts vol.1 – [1998-TR-CA-54] Huh? What about the good old alphabetization? I had no idea what those codes meant, and after only finding books on history and other weird subjects, I had to check for help. I went back to the entrance of the library and followed the arrow sign that said ‘reception’ until I found a desk with a young woman sitting behind it. She was focused on her laptop, quickly typing away as I approached her. “Hi”, I whispered and she shot up in her seat. “Oh, sorry, uhm can you help me find these books please?”, I whispered again as she visibly relaxed and smiled lightly. “Yeah, sorry I’m a bit jumpy today. What books are you looking for? Wanna read them here or rent them?”, she asked in a hushed voice and I realised I didn’t have to whisper all too much. “Rent please, but I have no idea where to find these. The codes are really weird”. She stood up from her stool and walked around the desk towards me. “Are you new

here? The codes are confusing at first but you’ll get used to it”. I nodded and handed her my list, and she concentrated on that for a moment before showing me something. “See that code? It’s made so you can narrow your search. [1998-TR-CA-54] means you look for the shelf number 54, then for CA which stands for culinary arts, then the authors initials which are ‘Tatum Rebecca’ and then the release year 1998”, her fingers pointed on each letter combination and then to the shelves around us. Puzzled, I still looked at the myriad of shelves in front of me and she must’ve caught my expression because she stifled a laugh and took a step towards the shelves. “Want me to help you?” I nodded and she replied with a hum as she started walking. “The library gets a little confusing at first”, she mused as I walked next to her, “I think I might’ve seen you on a library tour before? Are you new?” I nodded, “I just moved here, so everything is a little weird to me still”. Her eyes crinkled shut as she stifled another laugh and suddenly looked a bit taken aback, she looked to the floor and back up at me but not fully, “Yeah I felt the same when I came here for my first semester”. She turned around to face me and I looked down at her nameplate. Asami. Beta Committee. I pointed at the name plate with a cocked brow, “so you’re a beta?” She stopped in her tracks and gave me a look. “Uh yeah, I am”, she followed my gaze and suddenly started talking really fast, “Oh my god! I didn’t even introduce myself. You’re new you must be taking everything in still!” “It’s fine, I mean I saw it on your nameplate. Is Asami okay?”, I inquired and she nodded lightly with a shy smile. “I’m Osamu Miya, nice to meet you”, I slightly nodded my head as well and she beckoned me closer to follow her. As she walked through the shelves and pathways she explained more about the library. There were way too many faculties and abbreviations to remember, but luckily they hung up a lot of flyers that showed which abbreviations stood for which topic. I only needed a couple of these, but after finding the first two books my head started to buzz with all the information. “And here you have the department of culinary arts, its quite remote from the rest of the library but I guess you’ll have your peace and quiet here!”, Asami chimed happily, her voice raising a little bit as there were almost no students here. It was actually quiet nice to have no background noise. It reminded me of home, when I walked to school and I left a sleeping Atsumu behind. The breeze catching my face as I made my way to school. I hummed and looked around to locate the last books on my list. For my business and economics classes we had already found the book I needed, well Asami found them, but this time I tried to get the book on my own. Walking towards the shelves before the beta could even move, I already found the correct number out of sheer luck and started to check for the right letter combinations. I felt Asami roaming behind me, I could smell her rosey scent behind my form but she didn’t budge. “Ah”, I exclaimed as I pulled out the book I needed with a little too much excitement. She clapped quietly and nodded proudly. “You caught on really quickly! We could use a bit of help from someone like you in the committee!” “The beta committee?”, I asked with my index finger pointing to her name tag again. “Yeah! We always have a place for new students, and you could even work here in the library”, she concluded and I smiled a little. “Well I am flattered I guess, but I am not a beta”. She staggered for a moment and looked at me confused, until I saw her nostrils flare up and she held her hand to mouth as she realized her mistake. “Uh, uhm I- I’m sorry I-“, she started stuttering and I cut her off with a relaxed shake of my head. “No worries, I actually get that a lot”. “Ugh, no it’s not fine, I shouldn’t have assumed your secondary gender that so weird”, she slumped a little and took a step back, her eyes not even reaching my face anymore. “It’s no big deal, I get

this often even at home. People think my scent is a bit more subdued so” She nodded but still looked away, a weird silence brooding between us now. It’s really not that big of a deal though. “Oi!”, hushed yell came from the door and we both looked towards it to find a lean man leaning onto it. “The reception was empty, what are you doing?” “Oh, no”, the beta mused and clasped her hands together anxiously before looking back at me, still more distant than at the beginning of our conversation. “I’m sorry, that’s Akaashi I have to go back to the reception!”, and she turned around to meet the other guy before I could say anything. She was so jittery all of a sudden. “Uh, yeah”, I mumbled back as I watched her interact with said Akaashi, before I turned back to my list. They both left soon after that, and I was left alone in the silence of the shelves trying to find the few books I had left. After a couple of minutes and endless shuffling, I counted off my list and stopped with a satisfied huff when I realized I had everything I needed. The books were actually quite bothersome to carry, so I snagged one of the book trolleys that were laid out to help with transporting the literature and leisurely pushed it next to me as I approached the reception again. This time, there were a couple of students standing around the computer, and I curiously walked closer. “No way, I can’t take Thursday. I have extracurriculars there!”, another male beta I assumed argued with Asami who was typing frantically on her computer. “Well I don’t have any other slot for you, I’m sorry. It’s either Thursday for you or Akaashi, and Akaashi is already taking Friday this time”, she mumbled a bit more annoyed than I expected. She really was different when calm. I already released when she assumed I was a beta that she felt comfortable, but when she suddenly drew back I felt her environment must be very precise for her to relax. Good thing Tsumu isn’t here. “I can take both days”, Akaashi mumbled, and I took another step and cleared my throat to interrupt. “Sorry, can I just check these out?”, I asked and Akaashi immediately nodded and typed up something into the computer even though Asami was still sitting in front of it. As a result she retreated into herself with a squeal and grumbled when Akaashi slightly pushed away her swivel chair. “Can you give me the books you wanna take with you?”, the aloof beta asked politely and I pushed the books towards him. As he scanned every item on the list, I felt the eyes of the other male beta on me. I wasn’t sure if I had seen him before somewhere, but he looked at me with slanted eyes before scrunching his nose and inhaling my scent. He suddenly calmed down a lot and even smiled a little, as if his cause for concern was suddenly gone. “You’re new here aren’t you? What’s your name hm?”, he tilted his head and leaned forward on the counter. “Uh, yeah. I’m Osamu Miya, nice to meet you”, I prompted back and the beta nodded, like he was pleased with the answer. “Any interest in joining the beta committee? It’s very-” Asami nudged his arm and furiously shook her head to signal something and I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. Is it really that ambiguous? “What Asami? I’m trying to recruit fresh meat here! We need the help!” “Actually I am not a beta. I’m an alpha”, I retorted lamely, and I felt a twinge of surprise when Asami’s eyes shot up to me in fear. “What is it?”, I asked and felt annoyance crumbling up slightly. “Oh”, the beta I was talking to shot back with venom in his voice and Akaashi only sighed while typing in codes for the books,” and alpha are you?” I nodded with scrunched eyebrows. What is he getting at? “Well, then you can leave”, she kissed his teeth and looked to the side as if disgusted. “Futakuchi! You can’t say that! It’s borderline discrimination at this point!”, Asami pulled at the guys sweater and he broke away but kept looking at her as he spoke. “No way! We have enough alpha’s strolling around terrorizing us! What about us hm?!” “Don’t mind him. He’s very”,

Akaashi looked at Futakuchi and then back at me with disdain written in his features, “passionate”. “It’s about beta’s not getting the recognition they deserve! Beta supremacy!”, he whisper yelled at Asami who only sank her head into her hands. Beta supremacy? Somehow that didn’t feel right to me. Personally I didn’t take much care into being an alpha, the whole secondary gender thing wasn’t of much interest anyways. I generall talk to the people I wanna talk to, and when it comes to more serious relationships, I tend to not have a type. Although most Alpha’s go for omegas and vice versa, and most beta’s tend to stay in their own bubble, I felt it was almost restricting to think about that when choosing somebody. “Pay them no mind please”, Akaashi pushed the rented books towards me and I pulled them towards the small trolley with a nod. “You can take that one to your dorm, but please bring it back as soon as you can”, the calm beta continued and I thanked him with another nod. That Futakuchi guy still kept on glaring at me, while Asami swatted at his arm when she realised I stared too. “Yeah I’ll bring it over later, thank you”, I looked at the beta girl until she finally looked back and thanked her as well. She nodded and I turned around to get back to the dorm. My phone buzzed before I could even start moving and I checked my text messages. Tsumu: bring me pudding pls? You’re insufferable… Tsumu: thx o3o With a sigh I pushed the phone back into my jeans pocket and left the library behind.

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[reeesea]

Something Sweet: Part Three

~sweet beginnings~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, jisung/minho

warning: mild language 

words: 2.5k ish

summary: sweet beginnings and small apartments, also Seungmin baby shows up 

a/n: Im honestly just proud of myself for posting a third chapter woo!! lemme know if you read and enjoyed <3

also the spacing got wack trying to do the text convos, so hope the bold and non bold isn't too gross to look at. Minho and Jisung

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Minho wakes up to the sun streaming in through the thinly veiled curtains over his window. Thankfully he woke up to a minimal headache in spite of having gone out to the bar and an impromptu concert the night before. Rolling over in his small twin sized bed he reached for his phone to check the time and any potentially important notifications. 

9:26 am 

[ 2 new messages from Rich Boy Han Jisung ]

Minho finds himself smiling at the new messages from the boy that had stumbled upon him last night. 

2:25 am

Youre right I do hear it all the time

but it sounds pretty sweet coming from you ;} 

I'll tell J.One you thought he was amazing

9:28 am

Careful Han, your cockiness is showing

Jisungs’s cocky demeanor does nothing but make him more endearing to the older, but something gave Minho the impression that the boy already knew this. Not expecting a reply from the other this early in the morning, Minho stretched out of bed and made his way out of his small bedroom and quietly to the shared bathroom. Not a small feat in the old apartment shared by him and his roommates. Creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, and over all close proximity to each other makes being quietly courteous in the morning a frequent challenge for the boys. 

The living room at the end of the small hallway was turned into a shared bedroom for Minho's two roommates. Felix’s mattress had gotten a bed frame from some trading website a few months back when he moved in. The makeshift wall of hung shower curtains and a fold out screen gave the boys the illusion of privacy between their respective sides of the room. Even though more times than not, Minho has come home to find the lanky brunette curled up in Felix's bed instead of on his designated couch. 

Climbing over the piles of the boys’ clothes, Minho makes it to the bathroom without disturbing the other two. The two were still passed out from working their night shifts, draped over each other on the freckled boy’s bed. Neither showed signs of awakening any time in the morning hours. Minho showered quickly and changed in order to make his way out of the apartment and on his way to the studio to practice his Saturday away

Minho would have thought that the both of them would have remained in their university dorms for the summer, if they weren’t able to find apartments on their own. But, at some point after he had graduated, he had gained himself plus two of his underclassmen as roommates. He really couldn't complain though, it all made sense as all three of them were a part of the same dance studio, barely a block away, and all had reasons to be saving money. Paying a fraction of rent really helped with all that had to be saved in order to pay for school, studio fees, living, breathing, and most importantly audition fees. 

As the summer had set in, so had the wave of audition opportunities for companies and crews. Felix had mentioned needing to prepare a video audition last week for a few entertainment companies in the area. Hyunjin was busy trying to save up his money to pay for the upcoming semesters at school to graduate like Minho had. 

Entering the practice room and being welcomed by the distinctive scent of a dance studio was enough to bring Minho back to reality. Since graduating, he had been stuck in his thoughts about what to do with his future a lot. His childhood dreams of getting into the prestigious Yellow Wood Dance Academy seemed to slip farther away from him with every passing year. His audition tapes each year during university were almost always sent back, along with a ‘We are sorry to inform you…’

 It’s not like Minho couldn't keep applying, but with every year the rejection stung a little bit more, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to take another blow. No matter how confident Minho acted about his looks, when it came to dancing his ego was glass fragile. His passion for dance sometimes felt like the only thing that kept him standing, but it had been a while since he had felt rewarded for his dedication. Even when his practically broken dream haunted him a little too much, focusing back to his craft really gave him a better grasp on reality. Making his way to the front of the room to plug in his phone to pick music, a new notification popped up. 

[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

10:03am 

dw dw its all fake i assure you, all just a ploy to get you to like me

What you up to on this fineee saturday mornin??

Hmmm wouldnt you like to know 

i only tell boys i like so...

Minho smiled in spite of himself. Even over text the sparkly eyed boy was able to pull out and dust off his genuine smile. It had definitely been a while since Minho had found himself freely smiling, but here comes Han Jisung crash landing into his life, running amuck. After spending a moment debating whether or not just to tell the younger of his activities anyway, he came to the conclusion that mentioning dance would only result in more questions, and Minho really wasn't feeling like spilling his passions and dreams with the other already.

Haha i am only even more motivated now >:D

Dont strain yourself too much with that, 

im just enjoying my saturday before my shift later.

Queuing up some music Minho migrated to the middle of the room to casually freestyle and warm up for the day. Allowing the music to flood his ears, movements to take over his limbs, and only his feet to remind him of where he was, Minho’s mind went blank as he began to relax and give up control of his body to the steady beats of the song.

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By the time Minho wrapped up his practice and was  heading home the sun was already starting to settle on the lower half of the sky. Surprisingly the day had passed him by quickly. Spending the whole day grinding out a routine he had been recently working to perfect was not usually an overall fun time, but Minho found that he was able to keep his practice productive and enjoyable. 

His smile throughout the day certainly had nothing to do with his breaks to text to Jisung. The casual banter between them felt natural, and the light conversation made him feel lighter on his feet as he moved across the floor. Even with the flirty nature of their introduction, their conversation never steered far from how anyone would expect two close friends to interact. Minho found himself smiling more throughout the day as he checked Jisung’s messages throughout the morning and afternoon. 

12:25 pm

Also for the record my capacity to flirt is honestly quite unimpressive 

I hope you aren’t talking to me for my stage charisma and charm 

To sweep you off you feet, i may be a disappointment

Usually i'm just awkward, cant flirt, doesnt leave the house, Jisung

You almost tripped over your feet walking into the bar last night

Dw im not sure id want you to sweep me off my feet with that balance

You wound me ;--;

 By talking to Jisung, he had somehow managed to satisfy all of Minho’s previous curiosities while sparking new ones. Even with Minho generally avoiding giving away his own personal interests and dreams, Jisung didn't hold those same reservations and filled their conversation with “fun facts” and lively stories. Jisung’s lively play by play of the bickering taking place between his group mates, now officially introduced as Chan and Changbin, had Minho giggling on the floor of the practice room. The way Jisung described everything brought it to life in ways that he hadn’t expected from a casual text conversation. The boy was definitely a great storyteller even just over type, and Minho found himself wondering if he would get to hear his endless stories in person.

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[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

3:36 pm

Youre one interesting man Lee Minho

Han, you know almost nothing about me

On the contrary I feel like I know a good amount

Youre name is Lee Minho

You work at the fancy restaurant Menu 98

You used to work at the bar we were at last night

You have a really beautiful smile

…

Are you quite done

Definitely not but if i start going off about how stunning your eyes are 

you might block me

Which would be a shame please dont

What happened to awkward Jisung who cant flirt huh?

Minho returned to the small apartment to find Felix attempting to cook some ramen in the microscopic kitchen and Hyunjin sprawled across the couch watching some variety show. Felix was probably fueling up in order to spend the night gaming the weekend away before his work overtook his weekdays again. Hyunjin barely looked to be conscious but still managed to wave a greeting to Minho as he walked into the room. 

“How’d practice go?” 

“Pretty well. Finally was able to clean up that middle section I’ve been messing up.” Minho hurried into the other room to shower once again before heading to the restaurant for his evening shift. 

“Oh glad to hear it.” Felix’s voice filtered in from his place by the stove that was shoved in a corner of the room, along with a fridge and a sink that barely classified it as a kitchen unit. None of the three were complaining, the stove heated up their ramen water and the fridge kept their milk cold, what more could they ask for?

“WAIT, did you talk to that guy at the bar last night???” Hyunjin’s loud voice carried from the couch through their thin walls allowing Minho to clearly hear even if his bedroom door was closed. 

“Which one, Jinnie?? You gotta be more clear than that.” Minho had actually stacked up a few numbers from his night and received atleast ten free drinks from other patrons. Not too bad for the first night out, but of course the only phone number he had bothered messaging happened to be the one he had been texting all day.

“You know the one, the rapper one you left to go see perform.” Minho of course knew, but he wasn't gonna admit it to his roommate so easily, and just hummed in response eliciting a groan from the younger. 

“If you haven’t, you so should. 3racha is all everyone from the bar is talking about. Their concert must have been a big deal or something.” 

“WHAT, 3RACHA? You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Felix, apparently a fan, shuffles in with his ramen in hand to accompany the loud outburst.

“Hyung! One of them gave you their number?? They’re literally like the next big thing in the music scene. Which one of them was it?”  

J.One, Han Jisung, the cute pink hoodie guy

“His name is Jisung I’m pretty sure.” Minho was very sure. “I didnt know they were such a big deal” 

“J.One gave you his number? Damn hyung, you don't even know. They’ve been performing locally for years but their fan base has grown a ton in the last year. There’s rumors that they've signed with a company and are going to come out with something soon.” Felix continued spouting off information on the group to them, as Minho continued his routine of preparing for work at Menu 98. 

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[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

4:35 pm

Looks like my roommate is a fan of you guys

We’re not talking the tall beautiful bartender from last night right

No that was Hyunjin, Felix is the fan

beautiful?

Ah atleast ill be on the good side of one of ur roomies

Yeah tall boy was pretty, but something about him made me think he didnt like me

I think it was his face, and his height

Most tall pretty boys dont take too well to a squirrel boy being in their territory ya know. 

Whats not to like about a cute squirrel boy

Im sure he likes you and youre over thinking

If his two roommates like you, he’ll have to like you by association

:o 

Did Lee Minho just admit to liking me 

Wow the development, less than 24 hours 

We love to see it

Your ridiculous

I said nothing of the sort

Sure sure hyung

Gtg now, dinner shifts starting

Have fun at work!!!!

(wait can i call you hyung???)

Minho left him on read as he walked into the restaurant, already bustling with waiters and the changing of shifts for the dinner crowd. ‘Less than 24 hours’ and Minho was already admitting indirectly that he liked the boy he had only just properly met the night before. Stranger things have happened he supposed. Minho continued to surprise himself with this one though. He was not one to seek out friendships or relationships. Anything more than the very occasional one night stand, was practically void from Minho’s social life. Other than the people he had met through dance and his roommates, there were very few others that Minho had chosen to form any kind of relationship with. Even his co-workers were mostly just faces and names he had to remember in order to do his job well. 

Well, expect Seungmin.

“You look awfully happy today, who spiked your coffee this morning?” Seungmin had been a newly inserted character in Minho’s life but they became fast friends after a few too many late night shifts without proper caffeination. 

Seungmin had been a newly hired host at Menu 98, just the average polite university student with enough experience to get hired. When Minho met him they exchanged the basic pleasantries and thought that would be the end of that, until one fated closing shift. A certain, tipsy, entitled, rich, high class asshole of a customer had held up Minho’s section for much of the night. Minho found himself being bossed around and verbally berated throughout the night, trying to serve the women who appeared to never be satisfied with the food or service Minho was offering. By the end of the night, she was their last customer and Minho saw her to the front to pay. His customer service smile, strained and barely holding up, and the woman’s complaints, even while paying, had him wanting to drop all his pleasantries and curse her out as she waltzed out the door.

    “What an absolute fucking pain in the ass of a woman”

Minho hadn’t thought he had said his thoughts aloud, but looked up to catch Seungmin, who had let the words come out in hushed tones as he held a sickening polite smile on his face. After that point the two had bonded over various pain in the ass customers and a mutual love for sarcastic backhanded insults. Minho's relationship with Seungmin was probably the closest thing to a friendship that the older had experienced in a while. 

“No spiked coffee, sadly” 

“Well something’s making your usual sad bitch face smile, so it's gotta be good. Hmm...Meet someone?” Seungmin’s signature puppy eyes were on full display, but not without the signature  mischievous glint they always held. 

“Well wouldn't you like to know Seungmo~ but me and my usually flawlessly beautiful face got to go charm our way into some extra tips.” Minho gave the boy a gentle pat on his head, that was met with a stubborn pout forming at the younger’s lips.

“You definitely met someone, you usually don't have this much self-confidence so early into the evening.” Minho did nothing but giggle at his comment and made his way to the back room to begin his shift. 

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one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

[miss-strawmisstress]

Unexpected feelings

Two weeks passed after to Nightmare came back with the help of Dream. Both Dream and he felt good, and has spend a lot of times with together, had much funs. And that's was the world for Nightmare. First in his life, he felt happy. With his brother. No hate, no darkness. But at an afternoon everything changed between them. Their's feelings and connection as brothers.

Dream's pov.

We are spending a lot of time outside, explore the world together again, just like in the past, train, talking, playing and walking in the forest in peace. And it makes me really calm and happy. He changed so much, more opened for me, talking without stop and be besides me almost all day. I'm glad he realized, to be good is not bad. I see, he found his inner harmony. And I wish it will be like this, forever.

Nightmare's pov.

My silly brother think everything is fine now, but no. I won't mention it, but my feelings are changed. I guess I fall in love with him. What is crazy, because we are brothers. At this time I can't thinking only about to what he would say if he know it. He can just reject me, with disgust and disappointment. And say something like 'What's wrong with you? I thought we're fine with each others, and now you ruin everything, stupid fool. Leave me now'.

nobody's pov.

Dream noticed, to something is not okay. He knew, his brother hiding something from him. So, as always in those situation, he began worry about Nightmare.

Meanwhile afternoon is come over them.

Nightmare sat alone in his room, tried to take his own attention with a book. But it's didn't work. He cannot stop thinking about his brother's cute face, star-eyes, nice attitude.

And he blushes lightly at those memories in his mind.

While, Dream step in his room, and close the door. He look at his brother, and can't help, but a small smile appear on his face, now to he seeing Nightmare blushes like this.

Nightmare's pov.

Goddammit. Really now? Not the best moment for a meeting with him. Also what he doing in my room right now?

Dream's pov.

Oh my! He is so adorable with this blush. I wonder why he blushed like this. May he.. like someone? I mean like like. Hehe, it would be so nice, knowing if he fall in love.

If it is what happened, then may he will tell me, who is the fortunate.

nobody's pov.

Dream walked toward Nightmare and sat down. He wasn't take away his attention from his brother, not now.

"What happened? You kinda act strange at the last 2 days. And I'm worrying about you. Are you ill? Or someone has hurt you? Please brother tell me."

Dream asked in a concerned tone. He just wanted make sure about to his sibling is okay, and nothing serious happened.

Nightmare's pov.

I cannot help but start laugh like a crazy. How can I think to he reject me like that? Absurd. Obvious to he won't. I am fooled myself.

Now, I will tell him.

Dream's pov.

Obviously he will speak out what's the problem. I'm glad, he trust me. So, I have nothing to do but to listen him carefully.

Nobody's pov.

"Dream, I.. have something to tell you."

Nightmare stared it. But still, even.to he knew his brother will no reject him, he was now anxious. It still hard to tell.

Dream to calm him down, placed his hand on their's hand with a warm smile.

Nightmare inhale and look into Dream's eyes.

"I love you.."

Nightmare blushes highly as confess his feeling for Dream.

The positive skeleton at first a bit shocked, and his eyes snapped wide. It was really unexpected.

He had need some minutes to can talk again.

"I..don't know. I mean I l-love you too, Nightmare, but..It is okay? We are brothers."

The only reason why Dream felt shame about it.

"I know but maybe it's will be okay. Atleast we are already so close to each others.."

Nightmare slide closer to Dream on the bed.

Dream blushes yellow, look into Nightmare's eyesockets. He had a guess about what will happen, but he wasn't sure.

Nightmare lock up the space between them in slow motion, and shut his eyes, as kisses his brother.

Nightmare's pov.

My soul pound so fast. His 'lips' are so touchable.. I want it more. The taste of it is charming..

Dream's pov.

Oh my.. He is kissing me.. So weird but in the same way is this so good.. warm and heavenly. I wish to this moment stay forever, even to it is not right..

nobody's pov.

Nighmare keep kissing Dream for a couple of minutes.

Dream after the first shock, closes his eyes and slowly return the kiss.

This kiss was slow, smoothy and loving until the 3 minute, when Nightmare separated themselves from the kiss for air.

Dream blushes with a shade darker, and panting.

*sinfulness*

Nightmare, as he has catch his own breath, he slowly pin Dream down on the comfortable bed, on his back.

Dream look up at Nightmare, have no clue what is will happen.

Nightmare blushes again and lean down on Dreamy's neck, shower their's neck with kisses. While grab Dream's wrists and pushes them towards Dream's skull.

The younger brother gasped out in sudden desire what has run down in his spine. It felt so good to him, so..hot. He enjoyed it, but he wasn't want to moan or let out any loudy noises. So he bites on his own tongue to hold back his voice.

Nightmare noticed it, and giggling in low tone.

Nightmare's pov.

Oh dammit. He is so shy and cute. He and his innocent mind. But soon he will sing for me.

Dream's pov.

ah.. Wh-what is this feeling..? So burning.. Incredible and impracticable..

Dream stares at his brother with his innocent star-shaped eyes.

Nightmare carefully unbottom Dream's upper clothes and start caress their's ribs.

Dream shut his eyes and gasp a bit. The feeling what he feels now is like fire burns him inside, but not an original fire. Some kind of new.

Nightmare keep rub Dream's ribs slow, and with his other hand, he takes his young sibling's golden soul.

At that moment the skeleton of positivity opened his eyes and watched his brother.

Nightmare look down at the soul in his hand, then lifts it near to his 'mouth'. He stick out his tongue and began lick the yellow soul. The soul of Dream Sans start be slimey, and glowing brighter than before.

Dream began to be a moaning mess, and tremble. Every moment was a brand new experiment for both of them.

Nightmare still lick Dream's tasty soul, smoothly.

After a couple of minutes, he stop doing it, and places back the golden soul between Dream's ribs. Then, the elder brother goes down, and pull off their's pants.

Dream immediantly put his hands to cover himself.

Ot has make Nightmare laugh a bit.

"That's adorable how shy you are but we saw each others several times, like this"

Said Nightmare in a cheer tone.

"B-but it's still different.."

Dream responded to Nightmare. They will be like this first time.

Nightmare pulled off Dream's hands from his lower part, and give a naughty smile. Then the elder one start lick the sensitive areas between Dream's legs.

The younger sibling threw back his skull, arched his spine and moan out loud by a sensation what run down inside of his body. And he slowly summons a full echo-body with a sized, yellow colored member, what is already hard.

Nightmare blushes deeply, and willingly lean on the golden manhood.

Dream flushed intensively, and half open his left eye to be able to look down at his brother, who just start lick his pelvis. His eyes snapped wide, and his breath stuck inside for a moment, then close his eyes and began moan loud.

Nightmare slowly lick Dream's member, earning more moans from Dream. It was really a pleasure to Nightmare to desireing his sibling. And it really wasn't bad atleast.

Dream sweating and trembling, grip into the sheet underneath himself firmly. He felt a knot in his groin and a growing pleasure.

Nightmare soon startle to bobbing his head as suck off Dream's member.

It was really effective because some pre-liquid flow out from his erection. He moan louder and lightly arches his back and his bonecheeks crossed with yellow blushes.

Nightmare give speed to his movements and suck harder, to pleasure his brother.

It's also worked well, because Dream almost screaming, in his own pleasure, and place his right hand on his sibling's skull.

Nightmare feel his brother's member pulsating fast in his mouth, and just guessing, to Dream is close to the end. So he stop, and sit between the bottom's skeleton's legs. Takes some lubricant from the nightstand's drawer, and push some of it on his finger.

Dream gasping and curiously watches what his brother doing.

Nightmare put away the pub and blushes, strokes his middle finger against Dream's entrance. Then, with a sudden motion he push the full inches of his finger inside of Dream.

Dream whimper in pain, and look away, it really wasn't pleasureable, rather painful. He tried to push away Nightmare, but the older brother leaned on him and kissed him with passion. Nightmare knew to it's makes Dream suffer phisically, that's why he stopped for one minutes. But then, he slowly start move his finger in and out inside Dream. It felt wet, and warm.

Dream groan, still in pain. He saw stars and almost cry, cover his face with his hands.

It took time to Dream get used and the pain gone. But when it happened, Nightmare connected an other finger beside to the middle one, and start scissoring Dream.

The younger skeleton began moaning, by a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Nightmare for a moment rethinked the situation, but then stop all his actions and pull out his fingers from Dream. He easily with a motion ripped off his own clothes, to be fair, because Dream is already undressed by him. Then he crawl ontop of his brother and look into their's eyes.

"Dream..are you ready, brother?"

Nightmare asked, to be sure it will no violent, but a make-love.

Dream hesitated, he wasn't sure about to what to say. But after a few moments he quietly nod.

In that moment, Nightmare positioned himself against Dream's entrance, he was kinda nervous. Finally, he slowly insert himself inside of his brother and hisses at the small pain.

Dream cries out in brand new, sharp pain. He admitted two thing: his brother have a real size, and it must be painful at the first time, no matter who is the first partner.

Nightmare stop moving, and takes their's time for his brother to he can get used.

Well, it was hard for Dream. He felt streching pain inside of himself, no matter how long they waiting. So, he slowly nod with full thrust, for Nightmare.

Nightmare really smoothly start trusts inside of his young brother, and panting softly. Even to Dream has so tight, but it was a pleasant feeling to be inside of him.

Dream let some tiers scroll down on his face, it is still hurts him. But he hug close his brother and tries to use his positive energy to handle the pain. Fortunatel his brother helped him out with kisses, and to whispered sweet nothings in his non+l-existing ear. It kinda took his attention.

Soon his pain switched into pure pleasure, and he start filling up the room with his moans, as his brother gave speed for the motions.

Both of them gave sounds, moans, gasps, both skeletons are sweatin in their's own heat. And the bed creak underneath them, when Nightmare has give the fastest speed what he can giving.

After some hot, lustful hours they both arches their's spine, and moan out loudly in a common, powerful orgasm.

When the orgasm is done, Nightmare exhaustedly slided out from Dream, and lay down beside him.

So some love-fluid rolled out from Dream, but now he ignored it, and lean his skull on Nightmare's ribs.

Nightmare kissed his forehead softly.

"I really love you, more than you ever will expect it"

He said it in loving, soft tone.

Dream smile in happiness and cuddle him.

"Believe me, I love you in the same way, my love"

Nightmare blushes at the call of Dream, then shut his eyes and fall alseep. So Dream followed him.

(Finally it's done. Hope you will enjoy the second part of the story, @sansipandora ^^)

(This is the continue of the first part, titled 'The Solve'. The topic title of the fanfiction is New Start, by me. It was a request from my BFF, Sansipandora.)

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Detectives

By:Astrid Camicazi N. Hofferson

Summary:Modern AU! Detectives Hiccup Haddock and Astrid Hofferson expect that there will be no problems for them to solve this Holidays but something unexpected happened. What would they do? (Christmas Special)

Rated: T

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON.

ASTRID

TODAY is December 24, a day before Christmas. The streets are filled with different colored lights and Christmas ornaments, as well as the houses that surrounds the town. The snow is falling and everyone is enjoying the season. Well, the incoming days might be special for the others, but for us detectives, it is just an ordinary day.

I am Astrid Hofferson and I am a detective. Together with my best friend, a fellow detective, Hiccup Haddock, we solve different kinds of cases, simple or complex, no matter what the season is. We are always ready to help whoever needs us.

"You okay, Astrid? You looked very stressed." Hiccup asked worriedly about my condition.

"I am very fine, Hiccup. Just spacing out a bit." I told him reassuringly.

"I thought something happened." he smiled and handed me a mug of hot chocolate which I gladly accept.

"Thanks. But it is nothing." I said taking a sip from the hot chocolate.

"You sure? Maybe you just needed a break from all the stress we have encountered. Besides, it is Christmas time. All of the others are with their families. So, you better go somewhere else and relax."

Yes, you heard it right. All of our friends, who are our colleagues, went to their families to celebrate the occasion except for the two of us.

"Yeah-yeah. Says Mr. Work-a-holic." I said sarcastically which earned a chuckle from my companion.

"I know. But my point is we need to relax. Com'on! Christmas occurs only once a year and I think we should take a break from work. A vacation, I mean or let's just say, a nice Christmas dinner. Besides, we are both alone. We have no families left. So, I think we can spend time together, if you want to. It's not like any cases would happen." Hiccup told me.

He has a point actually. We don't have any families left. Nothing to spend time with. So maybe we can spend time together. But wait...

"Are you asking me for a date, Haddock? Never thought you would ask me out." I said teasingly.

He blushed at my comment but stuttered something in defense.

"N-no! I-its just a friendly date! A dinner like I said, if you wanted to."

"Fine, if you insist."

And that's it. We went out that night to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant. I ordered some grilled chicken and salad, while he ordered some carbonara and grilled salmon with vegetable salad. We had some talks while waiting for our food. Talks about work and personal life. A few moments later, the food we ordered was already served. The food is very tasty and actually worth the money. We also had red wine and desserts after that. He paid for the bill. Completely. I insist a share of money to pay the bill but he refused to accept it. All is well that ends well. I never expected this night to go well. We are currently walking back to the detective agency without cases to solve. No worries or...

KYAHHHHHH!

...not.

We heard a scream of a woman, just a few yards away from our current location. We immediately rushed to see what happened and when we got there, a bloody corpse of a man was found lying on the sidewalk.

"It seems like we have a case to solve." I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah. I thought no more of this will happen, atleast, for today." my companion said.

A crying woman who was currently embracing the dead body saw us and immediately asked us a question.

"Who are you two and what are you doing in here?" she asked us. Her voice was a bit groggy but that might be because of her crying.

"I am Hiccup Haddock and this is Astrid Hofferson." my companion introduced ourselves to the woman. "And we are detectives. I advised you to stay away from the victim because this is now a crime scene and you might contaminate the evidences that might lead us to the culprit."

"C-culprit? How can that happen? My friend jumped off the building. He committed a suicide! And you are trying to say that someone killed him? He is a good man and I think no one can do that to him." the woman said aggressively.

"Yes. It may appear to be suicide for now. But we also needed to look at another angle that someone might have killed him. And that is what our job for. We are going to find out the truth behind this." I told her and I am glad that she listened. She stepped out of the way and let us investigate the crime. Whether it is suicide or not.

Hiccup wore his gloves and mask. And started to take pictures of the crime for future references. We always bring the things that we might need for investigations, just in case. While I, called the nearest police station and summoned them to deploy some officers to handle the case with us. After that, I approached the woman who found the corpse and asked for her statement.

"So tell me Miss..."

"Sarah Johnson." she introduced herself.

"Okay, Miss Johnson. Tell me what happened." I demanded.

"I found my friend, Max, lying on the sidewalk with his face facing the path, drenched in a pool of blood. His face was crushed and I was horrified of what I have saw." she said crying.

"What are you doing before you saw the corpse?" I asked her while jotting down her statement.

"I was on my way to his apartment room to visit him." the woman answered.

"Does the victim caught up in a fight with someone recently?"

"No. Never."

"Do you know someone who has a motive to do that?"

"As far as I know, his sibling-"

She was cut off when we heard a police siren came. The police went out of the car and helped Hiccup investigate the crime scene. I continued my interview with the woman and it is like she has no alibi. But she gave some names of the people who are close to the victim and the ones who are mad at him. So far, we have two persons of interest. Or three rather. For I do not trust the woman. It is like she is hiding something. I left her with the other police and entered the crime scene.

"How was it?" I asked Hiccup.

"There were no evidence that can point out the culprit, if this case is a murder. However, we still have the corpse examined just in case." He answered. I could see from the expression of his face that he was disappointed, not only on how our night turned out, but also because of the lack of clues that could point out the culprit, if there's any.

"Maybe we could really consider the possibility that it is suicide." I suggested.

"And if it is really a murder, the suspect did his thing very well." he said. "How about you? Any luck?"

"I got the woman's statement earlier. She is Sarah Johnson and she is a close friend of the victim, Maxwell Green. She has no alibi. But I find her indeed suspicious. Though, according to her statement, there are people who might have a motive to kill Max. His brother, John Green, is jealous of him ever since because according to what she knew, she said, that John's parents favoured Max more than him." I told him every detail of my interrogation.

"The woman might have told you a lie. We might have to consider Ms. Johnson as one of our primary suspects. Since she was the first to find the victim's , she and the victim's brother only?" he asked.

"Yeah. But, she also told me that Max has a girlfriend named Elana Brown. They have been for five years and since then, they have no fights." I answered.

"So, that crosses her out of our list."

"Or maybe not. We could always use every single bit of doubt for any case that we solve."

"Good point. Anyway, I..." Hiccup started but is cut off by the arrival of a police officer, Officer Helga Holgerson, who called us.

"Detective Haddock and Detective Hofferson, two people arrived here. They introduced themselves as the brother and girlfriend of the victim." she said and then she left right after.

"Okay. So, we needed to get their statement. I will interrogate his brother while you go for his girlfriend. Is that okay to you?"

"Yup." I said affirmatively. "Let's get started. Time is running. We don't want to waste our time, right?"

He nodded in agreement.

"Well, then."

We separated ways and started asking them some questions that might be essential for our investigation.

oOo

Few minutes have passed and we have finished questioning the two. Actually, it took shorter than we expected. Unfortunately, both of them also have no alibis. John and Elana were both at home spending time with their families for the Holidays. But obviously, everyone's spending time with their families, except for us, of course.

"I can't believe that I'm saying case is getting harder to solve, isn't it? The primary suspects have no alibis and all. No clues at all. Our only hope of solving this case is from the forensic examination results of Max's body." I said, almost losing hope.

"No. You may be right, Ast. But there's no perfect crime. There's a flaw in everything. Anyway, while we are waiting for the test results, we should probably check the victim's room and possessions, as well as, the CCTV videos. I'm sure they have a CCTV in here." Hiccup suggested.

oOo

We proceed to the victim's room, 3rd floor Room 305, to check out his possessions. And from what Hiccup and I saw, it was indeed, very saw a small package from his brother, John. His phone's last call was from his friend Sarah, a few minutes before he died. And there's also a cup of tea, Cherry Hibiscus Tea. But I, we knew that there is something wrong with it.

After that, we checked the videos from the CCTV cameras and we saw earlier that day that there was a delivery guy who came to give Max his package from John. It was actually a perfect normal scenario, but what baffled us was that the delivery guy wears shades and hooded jacket that wasn't normal for a typical guy who delivers packages. Plus, he has a very feminine body. We also checked the CCTV videos from the neighbouring building. Looks like with this we are almost done with this case.

Then by the time we were done with what we're doing, the Forensic reports were already here and were handed down to us.

I opened the envelope, took out the paper and read it.

"What did it says?" my partner asked.

"There were traces of belladonna inside his body." I told him.

Then, all of a sudden, he smiled. No. It is more like a smirk. The smirk that he shows when he already know the culprit.

"You do know the culprit already, don't you?" I asked.

"Yes, I do. But I know that you also know the culprit." he said.

"Positive."

"Perfect! Now, I think it's the time to reveal who our culprit is."

oOo

We are now gathered at the police station with our three primary suspects, namely: Sarah Johnson, John Green and Elana Brown, to reveal who the culprit is.

"So, I assume that we are all here because you already find out the truth?" John asked us.

"You're right." I replied affirmatively.

"Then, what is it? Is it a suicide or a murder?" Elana asked this time.

"Murder. And one of you three, is the suspect that we are finding for." Hiccup stated calmly.

"Given that the crime was almost perfect, It took as a while to figure out. But there's always an imperfection out of a perfect thing or scenario." Hiccup continued.

"Oh, please. Enough with the speech! Tell us who killed Max!" Sarah yelled at us, demanding for an answer.

Hiccup and I looked at each other and then we laughed. Like there is something very funny. The others are very confused of what's happening and tried to remain silent. A few moments later, I broke up the silence.

"Don't be silly, Miss Johnson. You already knew the culprit." I said. "Right, Hiccup?"

Hiccup nodded.

"The culprit is none other than you..." Hiccup pointed his finger to Sarah. "Miss Sarah Johnson."

"How dare you! How can you do this to Max?! He has been your bestfriend ever since!" Elana said with rage as she rose up her seat and attacked Sarah.

"Hey, stop!" she commanded Elana but she didn't listen. She pushed her to stop her and then, Sarah faced us. "You don't have a proof that I killed Max and also, why would I do such thing?" She asked. Sarah's still acting as if she was innocent. Though, the truth was already revealed.

"There is just one reason behind this...Jealousy." I answered her question and started to explain the reason why. "The suspect killed the victim because she loves him so much and she can't take seeing him with another woman."

"Hence, what happened. Ms. Johnson sent Mr. Green a lot of Cherry Hibiscus tea, in which she addressed the sender as John Green, which contained belladonna, or devil berries. According to the analysis, it was ingested by the victim before he died."

John looked at Sarah's direction and glared at her.

"Sarah delivered the package to Max and disguised as a courrier service delivery using some hooded jacket and button up. Then when the victim already received the package, the culprit left the apartment and changed clothes. She was watching what the victim is doing by going on the rooftop of a neighboring building and by observing him using a pair of binoculars. Seeing him already drank his tea, she decided to call him and convinced him to jumped the building." Hiccup continued explaining.

"And because belladonna, when going into the human body's system affects the victims perception of things. He began hallucinating things and becomes easier to manipulate. Or in other words, mind controlled. Being not in his normal state, Max followed Sarah's orders and went up to the rooftop of his apartment to jump. And when he did, Sarah purposely went back to see the corpse of her friend and acted like she was shocked of the unfortunate things that happened."

And that's where our deduction show ended and a deep silence ensued. I looked at Sarah to see that the innocent mask she wore is already worn off.

"You are right. I killed Max." she admitted, letting out a sob. "If he can't be with me, why would I let another woman have him?"

"You are sick and insane! How can you do this? All of this foolishness because of that damned jealousy!" said John. "Not to mention, you almost framed me up. But somehow, it failed."

"Says the sibling who is jealous with his sibling right from the very start!" countered Sarah. "And everything will be according to plan if this two didn't start investigating!"

"We're just doing are job." Hiccup muttered under his breath.

I nodded at the statement.

"Yes, I admit. I am jealous of Max but I would never do that to him. Blood is still thicker than water. Unlike you!"

"Bastard!"

"Enough of that! Take that woman away!" the chief of the police said.

The others took her and put her in the cell with the other prisoners.

On the other hand, the police, Elana and John were very grateful to us because of what we did. Well, like I said, it's our job to bring justice to people.

After that, we left the station and went back home.

oOo

We didn't return to the detective agency. This time we decided that it's better if we go home after all this Holiday fiasco. We went to my apartment. Actually, I can handle myself going back home. But Hiccup insisted to come with me because he couldn't let me encounter danger especially because it's already 3 am.

Oh...Guess what? It's already Christmas!

We reached my apartment by foot at 3:30 AM.

"Finally, we are here! I'm very tired." I said as we got inside the apartment.

"Me too. I can't believe that someone will perform a crime this time of the year!" says Hiccup as I gestured him to sit on my couch which he did not refuse.

"Well... what can I say? Love is the most powerful motivator for a person to do such serious crime." I told him.

"Yeah, love." he shrugged.

"Oh, by the way, Hiccup, do you like some coffee and perhaps some snacks as well?" I offered.

"No need. I'll go home."He replied.

"I insist. We just arrived in here and besides, like you've said earlier we should spend time together because y'know? We don't have families to spend with anymore." I persuaded him. I hope he accepts my offer...

"Fine."

I smiled at him and went to my kitchen to prepare two cups of brewed coffee and of course, some sandwiches just to ease my or should I say... our feeling of hunger.

"By the way, your moves are very familiar. You know that I am a guy who is hard to get." Hiccup said cockily with a... smirk?

"I'm not making any move!" I said defiantly.

"I'm just kidding. Geez, don't be to serious." Hiccup chuckled. "Besides, I really wanted to spend time with you. More likely because our peaceful night got ruined by that case. I'm sorry. Guess I really do have some bad luck like they always said, don't I?"

"It's not your fault and you don't have to feel sorry about it." I assured him.

A few minutes later, the coffee and the sandwiches are already done. I went to the living room to serve the two of us the snack I prepared.

"Here's your snack."

"Thanks."

There we dig into the scrumptious food I prepared. He then stared into the television.

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Process of Elimination

Rating: E

Words: Just under 4k

Pairing: Murphy/10k, takes place as of season 5 

Warnings: Sex, Swearing, non-con elements (Both parties consent throughout tho), BDSM elements, under negotiated kink, older man/ younger man, MurphyK

10k goes to Murphy for help figuring out who, and more importantly what he is after losing his hand.

10k absentmindedly pushed a toothpick around his mouth, staring at his hand trapped behind thick layers of glass and fluid. He wondered if Red thought about the fact he was more than likely immune when she tried to justify cutting his hand off. Probably not, but then again she didn’t know what it was like for him, not having his hand on top of everything that’s happened to him these past few years. The one thing that really made him, himself was his ability to shoot. His whole identity was based on the amount of zombies he's killed and the vast majority of those had been with his rifle. If he wasn’t a sniper then who was he? Just some dumb 20 something with a bum arm? A blend? He shivered thinking of the last one. He felt like he was losing his mind. No. He wasn’t a blend. Definitely not a talker. He wasn’t exactly a human either, but he wasn’t sure what exactly that made him. He had to figure it out for himself what he is and who he wants to be.

He couldn’t stand being around Red. It just made him feel worse every time she tried to justify it and gloss over his pain. Deep down he understood and didn’t hold it against her, but that didn’t make it any easier. He couldn’t talk to Warren about it, she’d just adamantly insist that he is a human or that it really doesn’t matter anyways. He supposed it didn’t in the grand scheme of things, but it mattered to him. Sarge isn’t exactly an option anymore; not that she’d really understand anyways. Sun-mei would just try to diagnose his “condition” medically. 

He had to talk to Murphy. As much as he hated to admit it, if anyone understood his situation it was Murphy. Now just to find the bastard.

>>>>> 

10k walked into the red tinted room, stalking past the hordes of talkers and blends. He wouldn’t have been able to tell the difference if it weren’t for the side glances Murphy’s blends gave him. He looked around getting glimpses of strippers and strange games as he passed by. And of course behind the bar sat, Murphy. “Thomas. So glad to see you,” He flung his arms open palms facing the sky, like he was serving a grand meal. “Welcome to Limbo,” was cackled into his ear as an arm wrapped its self around 10k’s shoulder. 

10k shuddered as he felt Murphy’s hand on his shoulder and his breathe on his cheek. He hadn’t been this close to Murphy since Warren had choked him to death. A shot of fear ran through his veins; maybe this was the wrong idea. “Well, this is a surprise Thomas. I never thought you’d come to visit Big Red in Limbo. Maybe you’ll get lucky and still be here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s a Tuesday,” Laughing low, Murphy pulled away from him, summoning some talker with holes in her torso to pour two drinks. He set one in front of 10k, swirling his finger along the rim of the glass. “Drink up Ten Thousand, you’d be rude to turn down a free drink.”

10k looked down into the amber liquid, swallowing nervously. He raised the drink to his mouth taking a large sip, maintaining eye contact with Murphy. Whatever games he was trying to play 10k would win. 

“So tell me, Why have you come to see The Big Red One today? You’ve been awfully quiet so far,” Murphy said in a mocking tone, lower lip pouting. He leaned over the bar, speaking directly to 10k, forcing his way into 10k’s space, and forcing the young man to avert his gaze down to the counter. 

“I...” 10k thought of an excuse of the top off his head, “Needed a drink. Been through a lot.”

“Your hand?” They shared an awkward glance, 10k nodding slowly in response.

“And something else.”

“Lady problems? We’ve got plenty here for ya’,” There was something humorous in his voice, like he knew the answers to his questions and was just playing.

“Well Sarge is dead, and Red...” 10k shrugged, “Well... she cut off my hand.”

“Oh,” Murphy looked taken aback at the news of Sarge’s death, “Well atleast that should help uncomplicate the lady situation.”

“Yeah.” 10k felt hot anger rising in his torso and hands at the nonchalant mention of Sarge’s death.

“So have you come here in search of a little papa Murphy? Of my guiding hand?”

“No-I”

“Follow me, Thomas. These talkers are rather nosey,” 10k rose from his bar stool to follow Murphy into a dimly lit room, a single lamp glowed warm yellow on the edge of a desk. Other than the desk, the lamp, and a few papers the room was bare. 10k turned to 

“What-” Murphy cut him off with a tutting sound, what a prick.

“You’re here because you wanna figure out what you are. Physically, you aren’t a human, you aren’t a talker either. Are you a blend? Are you something else?” He asked the questions with the same air of humor, almost mocking the young man in front of him. He continued more matter-of-fact than anything, “Personally you’re not sure who you are or who you want to be. Your relationships are on the rocks, and that was before Sarge died. And you came here for some kind of -answers? Am I wrong?”

Murphy circled around Thomas after shutting and locking the door. 10k looked up at him, shaking his head; his tongue nervously darted across his bottom lip. He hadn’t been sure what kind of answers he would get when he came here, but he thought back on when he and Murphy had been taken by the collector. At the time he had been afraid but now looking back the memory felt hazy, like trying to remember all the details of a book. This felt the same, like he was watching this happen frame by frame, trapped in his own body.

“Well maybe I could try to give you those answers,” Murphy ducked his head, backing 10k into the desk, kissing and sucking on his neck. “Tell me you don’t want this Thomas.”

“I-” 10k stumbled over his words, “I don’t know.” He breathed out heavily. He had never felt like this, nervous, afraid, and excited all in one, confusing, package. Every time he had sex it had been with women, with enthusiasm, he had been the instigator in those cases. But now? He was the prey. and it was....

Exhilarating.

His arms shook against the desk as he gripped the edge. His knuckles turning white with the effort it took to hold him up with one hand. His other arm supported some of his weight, the pain in it long forgotten. He locked eyes with Murphy, testing the waters. 

“Why don’t we help you find out what you do want 10k,” Murphy pressed down with his hips, feeling 10k already half hard beneath him. 10k sighed, face going deep red. 

10k yelped out a surprised gasp as Murphy’s hand came up to choke him, feeling the lack of oxygen brought him back to that moment Murphy had both helped give him life and helped take it away. Thick tears began to roll down his cheeks as Murphy kissed them into his skin. 

“Oh did that hurt you princess?” Murphy sneered as he released 10k’s throat, hearing him gasp for air. 

He thought about it for a moment before roughly responding “Kind of.”

“Well we’ve ruled out dead, zombie, and most likely talker. Let’s keep going, shall we?” Murphy waited for the small nod 10k gave before placing his knee in-between 10k’s thighs and grinding upwards. 

Judging by the small noises 10k made it was clear he could feel what Murphy was doing to him, “Unhh Murphy,” 10k dug his nails into Murphy’s arms as he continued letting out small needy breathes. He was shocked when Murphy landed a hard slap on his cheek, the hot sting lingering.

“And that? What about that?” Murphy gripped 10k’s chin forcing him to look at the older man. 

“Stings,” 10k responded shortly. 

“Well I think we’ve ruled out talker, but I think we should keep experimenting. Do you agree Thomas? He came around to 10k’s side moving to rub his hand lightly over 10k’s good one. 10k grimaced as Murphy went to place his other hand on the stump of 10k’s right wrist. He pulled back quickly. Murphy was an asshole, but not that cruel.

10k finally responded to the question, nodding enthusiastically. “Well then. I think you should disrobe in that case.” Murphy more so ordered than suggested.

10k followed instructions immediately, red blush spreading down his shoulders and chest. What was he doing? What was he thinking? He wasn’t. Following Murphy’s orders like that. He has a girlfriend. Sarge just died. Murphy kept him as a slave for what felt like years. He hates him. And yet here he is. Letting Murphy treat him however he likes, pushed up against a desk in his boxers. Just. For. Murphy. And he loved it. He felt a rush of adrenaline as a cool breeze brushed across his hot, bare skin. “M-” 10k managed to start before being cut off.

“Uh-Uh Thomas, Something tells me we could put that mouth to better use.”

10k shivered at the use of his real name, being push down to rest on his knees by a firm red hand on his shoulder. Murphy’s hands felt enourmous, the calouses that dressed those hands felt rough across his bare skin, making his nerve endings tingle and buzz. “How do you feel 10k?” The taller man asked from his positon looming over him.

“Good. I feel... alive.”

Murphy chuckled, “Interesting choice of words, but you haven’t convinced me you’re human yet, Thomas. We’ll have to keep going.” He brushed 10k’s hair out of his eyes, one hand on his belt, sliding it out of the loops. He tossed the belt aside, making a metallic clink as the belt hit the concrete floor. 10k’s attention followed Murphy’s hand to his belt line, where he was freeing his dick from its confines. He jerked himself to full hardness, gently thumbing open 10k’s mouth and feeding him his cock. the kid dropped his jaw, letting a large majority of Murhpy’s length into his mouth.

 And it was large. Thomas choked lightly around it. He briefly wondered if this was how his other partners felt when they’d slept together. Vunerable, a little embarassed, but so so, painfully aroused. Beginning to bob his head gently, he groaned around Alvin, who smiled coyly down at him. He tried to emulate what Red and Sarge had done to him, but he was messy and sloppy at first, spit running down his chin and onto his shirt. 

Murphy groaned none the less. The kid was nothing, if enthusiastic. “You’re getting the hang of it,” he said encouragingly, causing 10k to double his efforts, gagging every time he took Murphy in. Tommy braced himself against Murphy’s thighs, choking himself on his cock. He grabbed one of Murphy’s hands, which had previously been resting on the desk behind them, and placed it on the back of his head. Murphy twisted his hand into his hair, yanking harshly. The kid’s puppy dog eyes and red puffy lips wrapped around a cock were enough to make any man cum on sight.

Murphy gripped a fistful of hair tighter, pistoning his hips roughly into the young man’s wet mouth, an obscene squelching sound filled the office as he fucked into 10k’s face. A single fat wet tear rolled down the kid’s face, which was scrunched up in displeasure. Murphy blew his load at the visual, dick kicking and releasing hot spurts of cum down 10k’s throat. “Lucky for you my zombie messiah powers make me recovery time short,” he snorted, pulling out of 10k’s mouth. 

10k spit on the ground at Murphy’s feet until the awful salty taste in his mouth was gone, shooting a disgusted look to the man above him. Murphy frowned, pulling him up to a standing position with a harsh hand under his chin. 

“You’re an ungrateful shit,” Murphy spat out at 10k, rubbing a thumb through the drool and cum that glazed the boy’s chin. “Taste,” He demanded, his thumb forcing it’s way past the swollen pink lips. “What does it taste like princess?” he said, tone mocking how disgruntled Thomas looked. 

“Awful.”

“Well clearly you can taste. That helps your case that you’re human.” 10k found himself both afraid and aroused at the look Murphy gave him, determined almost. “Turn around. Hands on the desk,” He shook as he followed the order, bending over the desk in nothing but his underwear, erection bumping up against the hard wood under him.

“Please,” He didn’t have any idea what he was pleading for.

“Begging won’t get you anywhere Thomas. Although... I do hope you continue because it sounds so so,” he grinned as he spoke intentions evident in his voice, “pretty.” He grabbed his belt off the floor, ordering 10k to keep his eyes on the desk. He walked slowly to the desk, emphazing his footsteps. Pulling the belt back, he let it fall down with a harsh slap on 10k’s ass, the thin fabric of his boxers doing nothing to protect the skin beneath. “You like counting so much, why don’t you count the lashes.”

He brought the whip down on 10k’s ass, again, and again, and again. No answer. Whap, Whap Whap.

“Count.” He demanded

He brought the belt down twice more, the leather making a whistling sound as it sliced through the air. 

“Maybe you need incentive. My bad.” He yanked down the underwear separating the bare flesh from the harsh slap of the leather.

His ass was already red by the time he felt leather hit hot bare skin for the first time, he yelped as he felt the second blow to his bare skin hit in the same spot the first had. “One,” he said breathing fast and harsh through his nose, nostrils flaring at every hit. Each number, all the way up to ten, got louder and closer to a whine. 

At ten Murphy moved to sit on the edge of the desk, guiding 10k instead, across his lap. massaging over the red marks that littered 10k’s white skin. “Maybe you are a blend, being so obedient for me.” In response to 10k’s glare he gave another harsh slap, this time with his hand. “Or maybe not.” He said sarcasticly, spanking 10k with his bare hand a few more times for good measure. Each time reveling in the feeling of the younger man’s rock hard dick bouncing against his leg. 

“Just get on with it already,” 10k said, face growing hot with embarrasment.

“Get on with what, Tommy?” Murphy said innocently teasing the man in his lap. 

“Fuck me. Please,” he pleaded.

“You want me to fuck you?” 10k nodded staring at the ground out of shame. “Well if you say so.” Murphy responded by pulling something out of one of the desk drawers. The kid heard a muffled click, cold lube coating his ass. He felt himself gasp against his will as Murphy pushed a finger inside him. He had only fingered himself once, and that was pre apocalypse. It had felt as weird as it did now, an uncomfortable stretch that surprisingly became pleasant. Lucky for him Murphy was much more experienced. He involuntarily bucked back onto the long digit in his ass, silently signalling that it was okay for the older man to add another.

After a few minutes 10k heard someone gasping out small “oh, oh, oh”s, he felt far away and floaty as he grinded down on murphy’s thigh, Murphy curling his finger to hit that sweet spot in 10k. He pleaded with Murphy to just fuck him already; that’s, kind of, what he came here for after all. 

Murphy chuckled darkly, removing his fingers and lifting 10k and laying him with his back down on the desk. He picked the bottle of lube back up off the desk, coating himself thoroughly and giving a few tugs until he was fully hard again. He used his free hand to caress the face of the young man laid out beneath him. 

“Just. Get. On. With. It,” 10k said softly, but as might have well have spat venom at Murphy.

“As you wish,” Murphy smirked lining himself up. “Princess bride?” He explained seeing the look on 10k’s face at the reference. “No? Ok.”He continued pushing in slowly, feeling 10k’s wrists lock together behind his neck. He inched in slowly allowing time for his partner to adjust.”Doing okay down there princess?” Murphy smiled sweetly, meeting 10k’s eyes.

10k nodded letting Murphy pull his legs up, to rest on his waist. He felt Murphy bottom out in him. He felt so incredibly uncomfortably full. He started to panic, everything was too much, the rub of his bare legs on Murphy’s clothes, the trapped feeling of having Murphy’s hands on either side of his head. The feeling of too full driving him over the edge. “M-Murphy-,” He managed to get out dropping a hand to grasp onto the sleeve of the older man bending over him. 

“Hey, hey. Relax there buttercup,” Alvin tried to console him, placing a grounding touch on the side of his neck, brushing little strands of hair from his sweaty neck. His breathing slowed, the feeling of too much faded, and he found himself asking, no begging, Murphy to touch him. “Where?” Murphy replied, exasperated.

“I’ll do it myself then,” 10k snarled. He took his dick in hand and pumped himself back to full hardness. He kept furious eye contact with Murphy as he stared. “You gonna do something or is this a fucking museum?” He snapped, lip curling up into an ugly snarl.

Murphy snapped his hips forward, driving himself deeper and punch a gasp out of 10k He was careful to make it pleasurable, yet he went punishingly deep into 10k. He made sure to brush the kid’s prostate each time he slammed in. Moments later 10k was gasping, scrabbling for purchase with his hand while what remained of the other slid around frantically unable to aid in grounding him. 

“Oh my god Murphy,” 10k grunted out, breath leaving him in short pants. He let his head roll back, looking at the ceiling, dazed. He couldn’t focus on anything, the feeling of being fucked bordering on too much but never crossing that line. He barely noticed Murphy asking him a question. “Huh?” He raised his head slightly.

Murphy didn’t repeat his question, but instead laughed lightheartedly adding a remark along the lines of, “That’s what I thought, Princess.” Thomas couldn’t have cared less what was being said to him, he was too busy focusing on centering himself. Worried he would pass out if he didn’t cum soon, he reached down to grab his penis again only to have his hand swatted away and replaced with a calloused red one instead. Every muscle in his body tensed, his soft grunts fading to silence, his face and chest going nearly as red as Murphy as he built up to his climax. The feeling of large rough hands on him sent him over the edge, white fluid running over Murphy’s hand and spurting lightly onto his stomach. His thighs shook around Murphy’s waist, the feeling in his ass becoming more painful as he came down from his high. 

The older man pulled out slowly, his partner’s breathing returned to steady elongated breathes. He carefully tucked himself back into his pants before scratching large red marks into the side of 10k’s thigh. “Well we’ve certainly ruled out Z and talker,” He gave Tommy a shit eating grin, dragging a finger down the side of his neck. “You’re certainly not one of my blends with all the nasty looks you were giving me, but I think we’ll definitely need to do more experiments.”

10k rolled his eyes, wiping the cum off of his stomach and smearing it on the desk. He knew he would be paying for that but he couldn’t pass up the chance to spite Murphy. He picked his pants back up, yanking them on quickly and shuffling out of the office. 

Murphy hid his smile behind one large hand as he watched 10k limp out of limbo. Definitely not a talker.

[mehanblog]

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Similar to other comic adaptations I saw this as well, honestly I have not read the comics but I did my fair share of research before watching the show and I wasn’t disappointed with it. I mean they did a good job and tried to make it as much authentic to the comics they could. As I speculated that the “ranking” was in the reversed order of their powers and that was it, well watching too many mystery shows and movies give you a fair idea of what might happen in the show and I did predict how the end would happen, the apocalypse not exactly but who would be the reason behind it.

#1 Luther (The Spaceboy)- I HATED HIM. Just the worst of the siblings. You think you are better than all of your sibling because you listened to you so called father?? No you are not practically you are the worst. They all left the house when it was time because that is what you do when you grow up, move on. You keep sulking about that how he sent you to the moon, overlooking the the fact that he literally tortured every single of your siblings. This character got on my nerves to an extent even I can’t describe. The character depiction was amazing thought, it was the character that was complex and narcissistic and the fact that people hate the character with so much emotions is that it was portrayed perfectly. Still hate him.

#2 Diego (The Kraken)- Okay not my favourite but not the worst either. I honestly thing he was the most “normal” of all the siblings on an emotional level, sure they all had problems but he actually dealt with them like an adult. He called out Luther for his bullshit and supported and took care of Klaus in a way that mattered and not just money, He had to work and earn like a normal person and had friends, because it was just him who had friends amongst everyone. His reaction to his mom was something I totally agree with, even if she was a peice of technology she was more of a parent to those kids than their father ever was. And seeing him loose her broke my heart.

#3 Allison (The Rumor)-  Not the worst but in the bottom two for me atleast. She tried to be a caring sister to Vanya but it’s not that she was before, this is all because now she realizes how she must feel because she is away from her loved ones too. She is kind of a manipulative bitch character who you don’t completely hate but is just plain bad writing. And if we talk about her powers its simple mind control I think. She can compel anyone to do anything against their will, it may good to use on your enemies but you always get greedy with great power and she did even after promising her husband that she wouldn’t. And her relationship with Luther, was like what the hell?? Who cares you guys are adopted you are still siblings and it’s just so wrong. I think it’s because of the growing “trend” to use incestous characters. That’s the worst relationship in the show and we had a boy with a mannequin.Yes Allison did pay up for the rehab for Klaus a few time but that does not change the fact that there has to be a profound bond and it’s not just about the money you spend on someone to show them you love, you actually have to show your bloody emotions.

#4 Klaus (The Seance)- My and probably many people’s favourite character, for me it’s because I can relate to him on a certain level that he chose the easy path of drugs instead the more difficult one because no matter what anyone says it actually hurts alot to be able too even think about your loved ones and baby boy could see them and have an actual conversation with them not just hallucinations. The part were their father use to lock him up in a mausoleum just so he could overcome his fear was one of the many reasons for his toxic parenting. He fucked up all his kids in all sort of different ways but i guess the higher their numbers get the higher they were “tortured”by their tyrunt of a father, he gave competition to Thanos for the worst adoptive father. I loved the fact that somehow he found love in dave but even that was taken away from him. One of the best sibling relationships amongst these was Klaus and Diego, how he took care of him while listening him to whine all the damn time. He showed alot of courage in the later episodes, I mean c’mon he literally died and even then his shit of a father was there insulting him instead of comforting him. Klaus (number 4) Hargreeves deserves way better.

#5 Number 5 - He was the only one who didn’t even want a name and that says something about a 10 year old child’s mental health and one more reason how cruel their father was that he didn’t even want to associate with that man. Yes he suffered alot because of a tantrum he threw as a child and not having a supporting parent in the household, clearly shows how much a lack of opportunity or encouragement means to a growing child. That is something I can vouch for personally because I have been through that and it is devastating that when you tell your parent about a dream you have and they don’t take you seriously and ignore you. Although my wish wasn’t to travel in space and time but all have our own things and he had his own, he made mistake and he did suffer for it and too alone, do you know how hard it is to live alone in this age of technology and connectivity and he lived all alone in a post apocalyptic world with a freaking mannequin, no wonder he got so hard and defensive, living like that can affect anyone and I don’t blame him at all for taking the only chance he got to get back to his family to do anything it takes to be with them, don’t tell me you don’t take the opportunity after you live 35 years alone in a  world with no knowledge of how to get back or any other living person. He might show he didn’t care about his sibling but he would kill for them and we all know that very well. Don’t know what kind of relationship he had with Vanya before running of but how he trusted her and opened up to her after he came back tells me that he was actually nice to vanya than others, and Vanya did say she kept the lights on all the time for him hoping he might come and she didn’t want him to be scared of the dark when he comes back says something about their relationship, I am not saying that he wasn’t cruel to her as we saw the flashbacks that even klaus was mean to her a little bit can you literally blame the kids for that because no matter what you see what you do and they saw how cruel and cold and distant Reginald was with her and all they thought the same and c’mon they were kids the only person to blame was their father for everything. He had a hard time an dhe was trying to do everything he can to prevent that from happening again. This is the only show that didn’t give a crap about mixed timelines or anything, he wanted to save the world and w tried everything he could to that and honestly for the first time it was good to see that way. Well as i said before how the higher the number the stronger the power and it proved true when in the end he made a portal that could transform his siblings and got ben back from the dead too.We can only see his powers grow.

#6 Ben (The Horror)- we didn’t get much about him on the show because he was deceased. All we saw him was in the flashbacks and when Klaus conjures him, he is the purest of all the siblings maybe because he didn’t have to put up with the shit they had to go through when they become adults. Judging from his statue he died young and was very powerful too. His powers were something to do with a tentacle monster from a different dimension who he could conjure in his stomach. Kinda weird but if it wasn’t a powerful tool. We saw that he was actually sacred to use his powers and didn’t use it unless it was the last resort the whole team had and he felt bad about it. He was a good more like the best sibling to Klaus and their banters were honestly one of the best part of the whole damn show. The fact that he knew that Klaus needed hima nd no matter how much drugs he took ben fought throw it and stayed with him as his voice of reason. And for him to come back in the final episode to help all his siblings when they were all cornered was a defining moment and was a smack in everyone of their siblings who didn’t believe in klaus or him. I am glad that he is back, would like see more of him and that we would explore his powers as he was ranked the second most highest amongst the siblings.

#7 Vanya Hargreeves - Hands down the most powerful character, i mean she started the apocalypse. Someone like me must have guessed from the start that she has powers or is the most powerful and there was something their shit of father had something to do with it. But there is the one time I liked him was because he gave vanya the violin and the smile he had , had me thinking that he actually cared for one of his kids but it was just that he was scared of her. Having a father you says you are the most ordinary hurts no matter what you do and honestly that she lashed like that was understandable. Everything she did was just perfect for me, her reaction to everything was how it should have been. The only part i hated wa show she trusted luther and that asshole of a brother locked her up despite every single sibling of his was yelling at him to get her out of the prison and she wouldn’t have done anything if they actually talked instead of locking her up. She was the most human character in the show and how she embraced her powers at the end and became the white violin is honestly worth the whole show. And at the end them talking was the only thing that got them threw.

All in all a I liked the show and would want another season of it, just less of Luther because he sucked as a leader and as a sibling too.

[foxjasminnie]

Fated Blood

Pic credit to exclusion zone

A/N something i randomly started. I haven't written since stories properly since university so we'll see if this continues or if it is any good xD feedback is welcomed.

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Smut maybe

Pairing: Reader x Yanjun

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The pale moonlight reflected upon her porcelain skin as she gazed into the Cupid shaped water fountain; she had been perched upon intently staring at her reflection. No matter how much she rippled the water, nothing but her own deer brown eyes and small face remained to be seen. She had heard rumours that this fountain could reveal your soulmate if you searched hard enough.

Now being a young half vampire forced to live in the immortal realm, you would think soulmates were not part of the agenda but for Y/N, it was different. She never enjoyed showing off at the gala parties her family and other threw. She also never felt like she belonged amongst the vampires. Too arrogant for her liking. Not to mention 90% of the time everyone was having sex with eachother. Luckily for y/n the vampiric lust was the one gene she was greatful not to reccive.

Being invited to the wang's family party she thought she would see if the rumours were true. If she could find somewhere to begin looking for some purpose or happiness in her life. If she could end up like the various books her parents had brought back from the human realm.

Y/n sighed as she gazed into the fountain one last time, ready to give up on this fantasy. When she noticed another's image next to her own. Piercing blood red eyes on a face framed by short spiky silver hair was peering into her own eyes. Decked in a black suit and blood red tie to complement the eyes. Her face lit up as she thought she had scored the jackpot; until she turned around due to the sound of a cough.

"If I knew I could make an angel that happy with just my looks, I would of hunted down the gates of heaven sooner." The young male winked.

'Great' she thought to herself. The rumour was a bust and instead she got some idiot with bad pick up lines behind her. Trying to hide her feelings of dissappointment, she chuckled.

"Pray tell, just how many women has that line worked on? I would say you need help but with lines as bad as that, i'm afraid all hope is lost."

Y/n smirked as she stood up stretching her long legs as her white athenian dress tumbled down them. She flicked her long black hair back as she proceeded to head back inside. Leaving the young male in his place.

"The names Yanjun, Lin Yanjun." The young male shouted as he tried to catch up to her, smirking to himself.

'Fiesty' he thought.

As y/n dissappeared into the crowd, she collided into a taller handsome young man, which resulted in him spilling his drink down himself. Instantly bowing in apology, she recognised the laughter comming from him. Jackson Wang the host of the party and an aquaintance of y/n.

"No matter what event we attend, you always make me spill a drink princess." He laughed

"It's not my fault we always run into eachother....literally."

"Whose the unfortunate soul you're running from this time? You know you should loosen up, dance a little, flirt a little. As yixing always says. Balance!"

Y/n laughed as Jackson wiped off the spilt drink and smirked.

"Even better,i will help you out this time."

Jackson grabbed a hold of a the closest young man and dragged him into the conversation.

"This is Yanjun, Yanjun this is y/n. Now why don't you two play nice and get to know eachother."

Jackson winked at y/n and headed off to rejoin his group of friends. Y/N rolled her eyes as she evaluated the young male before her. She had to admit he was handsome standing at 181cm and having the most adorable dimples in his smile. However she knew what his type was like. The same as every good looking vampire.

Yanjun on the otherhand was mesmerised. He found it rare to find someone who was resistant to his charm. Usually all it took was a smile and the ladies would be begging to be in his embrace and find a quiet place alone. But this girl was different he didn't even know her name.

"I guess it's fate that we meet again angel."

Yanjun laughed showing off his dimples again. The most powerful weapon he had.

"What a honour for me.... no wait... what a unfortunate fate for me." She smirked.

"You can't tell me you haven't any interest in a face as handsome as this. One of a kind they say."

"Who said it was handsome?" She laughed.

Yanjun burned by y/n 's sassyness took a few minutes to re-compose himself before flashing that famous smile once again.

"Spicy, i like it. Seeing as my lines don't work you could atleast let me have this dance."

Yanjun bowed before y/n extending his right arm out.

"I guess I should do my good deed of the day."

Y/n laughed as she took ahold of the young silver foxes hand and blushed as he planted a kiss upon it.

"I warn you now, one dance with me and you will be mine forever." He smirked.

Yanjun lead her across the dance floor to a vacant space and placed his hand on her waist; sharply pulling her body close to his. Y/N let out a slight gasp as she wasn't prepared to be so close to him. Usually she danced at a distance, when she felt like indulging in some light socialising.

"See, your falling for me already."

Yanjun's dimples highlighted his adorable smile as he winked.

The couple gracefully made their way all across the dance floor, resulting in the occasional glance from various women. This made y/n very uncomfortable. She didn't like being in peoples attention and yet because of Yanjun she was getting noticed. She didn't even know much about him. He must be popular she thought. Yanjun picked up on the feeling and tried to distract y/n by telling someone of his famous cold jokes. Which indeed made her laugh slightly. Not because they were good but because they were that bad.

Before the dance could come to an end Yanjun was tapped on the shoulder by a taller male with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Y/N face lit up as she saw who had interrupted their dance,which resulted in some anger building up in Yanjun.

"May i cut in?" His voice was soft and silky

"KUN KUN"

y/n shouted as she let go of Yanjun and ran to hug embrace the familiar face. XuKun wrapped his arms tightly around the shorter female and laughed.

A/N this was some random idea i got in my head so i may continue. If you liked it please let me know.

Also Yanjun is my kryptonite OTL how can a human be so perfect in every way.. i'm just glad he's 2 years younger than me so i feel less awkward about my love for him xD altho Kun and Cheng are also my main biases. But i love all of 9%.... why am i old ㅠㅠ

[whatsupwither]

Entry 4, Forward (hopefully)

Yesterday was Oliver’s birthday. I was planning on sending him a private message saying happy birthday but decided against it. I saw his instagram and I think he might have a girl friend already. He reposted her story saying happy birthday, it was a picture of Oliver with a birthday cake in front of him. He was smiling so softly towards the camera (towards her probably). I’ve never seen him smile like that, it looks so genuine and soft. 

One thing is for sure, I seem to have moved on from him. I didn’t feel jealous of this girl, if anything I was happy Oliver found someone. Though I am not the jealous type. My friend once told me that friends also get quite possessive over one another. She told me that a couple of times whenever I would post myself hanging out with other people, she would feel jealous and would actually stalk these people. I’ve never felt like I ‘owned’ someone, sure I get protective over my friends but I never felt that they were exclusively mine. I do get very possessive over my space, things and pets. So using those parameters, I kinda get it (?). I’ve never been jealous either whenever Oliver would roll with other women or even if he talks about his exes or how other girls know more about him than I ever will. It was never something I was bothered with. If anything I saw an opportunity to know more about him through them.

Do guys like it when women get jealous? do they think its as hot as how some women see a man being possessive and possibly unhinged for her to be nothing short of the most sexiest thing in this world?

I started to realize throughout the days I’ve known Jeremy, I’ve been doing a lot of “do guys think...” or “what does it mean when a guy...” searches on google. Let me do all the girls out there a favor. You most probably won’t like the answer because as much as every girl is different, so are guys. Since these searches doesn’t really help me out, I decided to talk to my guy friends.

They told me some very interesting things about how guys think. I truthfully call BS at most of it though, though that’s probably what they think, it’s not necessarily how Jeremy thinks. Alas what they all say in common is that it clearly won’t work out. I might not be able to be his friend either considering how we both started. They told me the best thing to do is to just treat him as normally throughout BJJ class. I don’t have to keep it up outside of class.

I thought it would be harder for me to do considering I was quite fixated about Jeremy, but after hearing them say it, I’m okay about it. I’m glad nothing transpired between us as it would have made everything harder. I just hope I get to meet someone like him at the right time and circumstances. 

What I am truly afraid of is going back to my old fixation. I talked about Oliver with some of my guy friends today and I felt some of those old feelings rising up. He asked me a question that almost messed me up. “How do you feel if you see him again?”...

I haven’t seen him in a month. Haven’t talked to him in longer. He was at a match today, thought he is not competing, all I thought about was how I wasn’t there to watch with him. His ‘girlfriend’ wasn’t or atleast as far as I can tell from the stories is not there with him. He might not be taken and as much as the sister position throws me off, I don’t see why I shouldn’t at least try... oh god.

[cottonwren]

Twisting Tables 1

((A/N: Glad to be writing again! Tell me if you like this or nah? This is going to have 9 more chapters atleast <3 ))

The ginger girl weaved her way through the crowd, dark red lips in a smile as pressed to her champagne flute, drinking so little that she was almost faking it. Ruslana didn’t like to drink, no, not Ruslana - it was too messy, not nearly as pristine as it should be for it to be so glamorised. She only pretended to like champagne, anyway - it was an odd form of bitter, but she could fake drinking it for her reputation.

Bumbling and filled with dainty female laughter, the crowd parted to let Ruslana through effortlessly - they had all been making space for others whilst pretending to be living lengends all their lives.

Someone’s eyes caught hers, someone’s gorgeous eyes, and smiled at her innocently. Ruslana made her way over to him and sat beside him at the bar, sipping her champagne, waiting for him to say something to her as he smoked his cigar.

“Ruslana, right?” Michael asked, looking over at her with a debonair flare in his eyes. He couldn’t help but look her over now she was close and tangible - he had seen her mingling all night, champagne only a centimetre higher than it was now.

“That would be me, yes. Yourself? I’ve not seen you before, and I make sure to know everyone who’s anyone” The ginger girl looked at him with a grin, pearly teeth bared like a crocodile who had seen its prey.

“I’m sure you’ll have heard of me. I’m Michael Gray” He answered suavely, still eating her alive with her eyes - admittedly for better reasons than Ruslana was.

“Oh, a Tommy Shelby messenger, how wonderful” Ruslana snarked, making direct eye contact with him as she watched him try to build a response.

“I’m different from Tommy, love” Michael told her, inhaling some smoke.

Ruslana swatted him with her silk glove swiftly and sharply - no-one noticed, except Michael, because he’d been hit “I am not your love, no matter how much of a catch your mummy told you you were”

“I’d like you to join me for dinner” Michael stated “I’ll pick you up from your house, Saturday, 8pm”

“You’ll pick me up from Birmingham Train Station - you’re not learning where I live, Michael”

“I’ll see you then, Ruslana”

“Don’t be late”

/        /        /

“Ruslana” Dmytro looked at his daughter as she sat opposite him at his desk “How are you, my dearest?” He asked, though he had no real concern for her - she was stone cold and her heart was encapsulated by a strong shell of ‘Business first’. His odd daughter didn’t even care for drink, no, not even for the most expensive wines in the country. She refused to indulge herself in the most human of activities and that both shocked and scared him. His father had had the same determination that she held, maybe less, and he was very sure that when his time came for him to pass on to live with Ruslana’s late mother up in the sky, the business would flourish under her reign.

“Father. The accountant found me last night, at the gala” Ruslana told him, stoic and calculated “He can’t pronounce my name, and I’m going to dinner with him. He has no doubt been sent to seduce me into giving him information, so I’m going to do it back. He is just a boy, easier than Luca, I assume”

“He is escorting you from this home?” Her father asked skeptically, raising one bushy eyebrow.

“Who do you take me for, father? He is picking me up from Birmingham Train Station, I refused to give him our address” Ruslana scoffed “And Thomas, has he attempted anything?”

“It appears he wants an honest deal, no doubt intimidated by the secured reward of it”

“No, no. He will try something. I am sure. It is never enough for that man” Ruslana shook her head “He has a wife - it is not enough, he has a child after her with his assistant. He has a successful bookmakers business - it is not enough, he gets a horse in the races. A man like that does not make honest deals, he has a greed for money and success, and you do not get money and success from honesty. You and I know that the most. I pretend to drink that bubbly shit so the public sees me as one of their own”

“Very well. And if they sense that we may not be honest?”

“Oh, they won’t. The little accountant will be infatuated with me, how could I hurt him?” Ruslana smirked “Plus, you’ll get me men on the inside. Not from Birmingham, not from the Black Country, no they are too hungry, too loyal to their shitty slum of a community to betray it to an old Ukranian man. You’ll find them, though. You will. I’ll monitor them myself if I have to”

“You are sure about this, dearest? I trust you, but I am not sure you understand the scale of their operation”

“I am beyond sure, don’t doubt me father. This will go well, and we will prosper, as always” She assured him “I suspect there will be blood, once they realise what we’ve done, so mind yourself - you are not a fit man, have me with you at meetings”

“You think you can shoot both Thomas Shelby and Michael Gray in a few seconds that you would have to react in?”

“I have plenty of guns and a lot of spare time. You really have no idea who your daughter is, do you?”

“I know she is smarter than me, and that she refuses to indulge herself. What more should I know?” Dmytro asked, confused by this sudden question. He really had no idea who his angel was anymore. Before Alice passed, the family were tight knit and Ruslana was a babe of only a few years, naive and gorgeous, often asleep in Dmytro’s arms or lap as he worked.

That all changed with the death of Alice, and the evident need to focus on work to keep his daughter safe - it was his lack of care into his work that cost him his world, his wife. He always wondered if that was why she was so driven, if all the time had spent talking to her while she was sleeping about not looking after the family and being sorry for her mother, had driven her to never let it happen again. Had he raised a monster or a matriarch?

“That one day she’s going to hold the world within her hands” Ruslana answered, a fire in her eyes that could burn down all of London.

[the-e4b]

THE FOLLOWING RESPONSE POST IS VERY OLD: IT HAS BEEN IN THE DRAFTS FOR A LONG WHILE. IT IS POSTED TODAY BECAUSE DISNEYMASTER IS STILL SEEKING ATTENTION SO HE WILL GET ATTENTION.

Continuing on from this post because DM has managed to totally miss the point of our replies and make up something entirely different.

1. We are not pretending our fandom isn’t filled with Men Rights Activist, Alt-righters and corporate yes men. Because, guess what? That’s not the focus of our blog. The focus of our blog is bronies (like yourself) who make an ass out of themselves or try to look smart but in the end look like nothing less than the end of a donkey’s ass. None of us CARE about politics in the slightest, we only care about a show about pastel talking horses to escape our shitty lives.

2. We will immediately give dear Peet every ounce of respect once he starts to own up to it. What he does now is make fun of transgenders, feminists, bronies, weeboos, professional writers and everything that goes against atleast one of his policies. No one respects him but his faithful herd of cockroaches.

3. There’s a difference between pointing out flaws in a character and obsessing and hating over every trait they have and show in an episode. But, I shouldn’t try to explain that to someone who obsesses over a character getting wings and character growth…

4. Bit too late on that “blackmailing us over to Peet”. Every one of us is already blocked by Jerry and already knows our dirty laundry and absolutely doesn’t care about it. And he will certainly not care about what a pathetic little shit like you has to say.

5. This point I’m not even gonna argue with. If you really want to go as far as to call a CHILDREN’S show sexist then you’re way past the point of no return. You’re taking a show for little kids WAY too serious, even by our standards. And BTW, Rotten Tomatoes’ opinion doesn’t mean shit if the movie made it’s money back with even more to add to this day. As we speak MLP:the movie has broken 50 million dollars in the box office with still a lot of theaters to hit and the DVD and Blu-ray still to come out. One small thing doesn’t seem like a lot, but soon one small thing leads to more and soon one small thing can be the biggest thing of all.

YOU, Disneymaster, are one of those vocal minorities who think that the show is full of “right wing/centralist corporate bs”. How about you just sit back and enjoy a good series like Ducktales or watch reruns of the good ol days of MLP. That’s still 52 episode where you can just shut your yap and enjoy blandness and the glory days of Queen and Empress Faust.

- Space Mare

PS. Still can’t believe you haven’t found out who I am yet.

I find it hard to believe that this poor soul is still trying to start more issues with us because we still exist and continue to oppose the most toxic people in the community. It doesn’t matter which way they lean politically, scum is scum. Al Franken and Roy Moore sit on each side of the political spectrum, both of them are dirty abusers, deserving to rot in a prison cell for the harm they caused others

I do not know why DM insists on white knighting on behalf of someone who actually despises that part of the fanbase that threw a giant tantrum many moons ago over Twilight Sparkle’s wings. It’s like how Ephrom continues to track down Peet’s enemies, despite senpai not giving a rat’s ass about him.

Also, It’s funny how DisneyMaster feels like he can act like an asshole again despite apologizing for his actions towards the fanbase. After that, we closed the book on the Anticorns as most of them were willing to acknowledge their faults and move on. DisneyMaster tried the moral high ground approach with us and even tried to use blackmail to try and get us to remove his Encyclopedia Dramatica page (which we had no hand in despite what his paranoia would tell him) and our previous screencaps.

He also tried to shine the spotlight on the things that we have done, as Space Mare said… Peet doesn’t care and no one else cares about what you have to say. Everyone had a phase where they were reckless and pious in their beliefs. You wanted to be a hero, you fought for something you believed was noble but you were shortsighted by the part of the fanbase that wanted to wait and see where the show was going before jumping to conclusions. At some points, we wanted to make a difference, we all wanted to interact with others, beg for free art and contribute to many collaborative stories… however because of the ambiguity of text, everyone’s true feelings are masked. I don’t remember everyone I annoyed but I moved on and worked to improve. The Book of Five Rings says that the path of self improvement is a neverending cycle.

I say this because humans are social creatures and making a good first impression is the first step to building a strong bond. The point is to grow from the mistakes and move on. We’ve moved on from you, DM… why can’t you do the same?

-JoJo

To finally relieve some inner anger I’ve been feeling because Disneymaster is an obnoxious parasite that doesn’t know when to fade into a pit of nothing or won’t fucking back off and leave us alone..I’m gonna speak myself with this Linkara:

You are the most annoying, self entitled, obnoxious and downright most self important scumfuck that I have EVER fucking come across when it comes to any fandom.

AND THAT IS SAYING A LOT.

You constantly seek to complain about certain things the MLP fandom as if that’s ALL the fandom consists off. As Saturn states, E4B is not on THAT type of garbage because we aren’t INTERESTED in it, we discuss and criticize the people who make the fandom look poor or make complete ass out of themselves and come off a arrogant and think they know more in regards to a show about multicolored horses.YOU’RE the one constantly seeking the negative traits and screech the almighty heavens how “TEH BRONIEZ FANDOM IZ BAD CAUSE THIS AND THAT”.

And then we come to my favorite one:

SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP. OVER. THE MISGENDERING. SHIT.

We’ve stated this and stated THIS AGAIN:

The reasons we REFUSE to call Jerry “Lily” ISN’T because we have something against transgenders, hell we have transgender friends. One of the bands I’m a fan of has a transgender leader (And just so you can get it through your fucking obnoxious skull, the person in question is Laura Jane Grace of Against Me, who came out as a transgender in 2012 and even wrote an album about her struggles with gender dysphoria). The reasons we don’t call Jerry by their preferred name is because not only does Jerry show no respect to not only ex friends who dared disagree with him on certain things, no respect to his family, no respect to his own colleagues of the fandom, no respect to other fandoms,or even his fans…

He has no respect TRANSGENDERS, he even infamously snarked and attacked a transgendered individual who called out his garbage.

How do we (myself especially) respect someone who does THAT?!

Or what, does that not fit your stupid political leanings or for your SJW tendancies?

“OH YOU SHOULDN’T BE COMPLAINING OVER RINGTEAM CRITICZING CHARACTER TRAAAAITS”.

Have you looked in the mirror Mr. I-Hate-MLP-Because-Twilight-Got-Wings-And-Said-Meghan-McCarthy-Should-Be-Beaten?

“DURRRRR BE GLAD I HAVEN’T TATTLETAILED ON YOU GUYS TO JERRY WAAAH”

Jerry knows about the blog’s existence and has both shown little to no interest and even when he did, he gave the usual bitch rant he always gives towards people who call out his shit:

Obligatory insults that involve “transphobic” and “Nazi”.

Also, “MLP Sexist”. Oh sure, Gen 4 is totally sexist. A generation created by a feminist with the idea of making the show towards a general audience is “sexist”.

Do you ever fucking hear yourself, or do you love the sound of your voice that you jerk to it?

But then again, this is the same asshole who took his niece’s plushie away and has no regret over it and has even show depression over a fucking children’s show involving multicolored horses, all while screeching pity about how “nobody likes him” despite the fact he himself is his own downfall by constantly bitching at fans of the show and even comparing them to Donald Trump supporters.

Clearly we’re the bad guys compared to the guy whining about colored horse butts for about four years.

As Saturn stated, while critical reception for the movie was just mixed, it was a financial success, getting a total of $51 million at the box office and even then, it did good for it’s opening week with $21.9 million in the US and Canada. That’s ESPECIALLY impressive considering BLADE RUNNER 2049 (and by an extent, the romnatic survival film The Mountain Between Us) came out ON THE SAME DAY. Not to mention the 2017 adaptation of IT was still in theaters.

At the end of the day DM, You’re nothing but an obnoxious, annoying, and downright tumorous parasite that doesn’t know when to fuck off and leave us alone, let alone the fandom.

You really wanna know why people give you shit?

BECAUSE YOU FUCKING MAKE THEM DO IT. 

YOU FUCKING SPEW POLITICAL GARBAGE OVER A CHILDREN’S SHOW, ATTACK FANS OVER SIMPLY ENJOYING THE SHOW THEY’VE GROWN TO LOVE, AND DOWNRIGHT CONSTANTLY THINK YOU’RE IN THE FUCKING RIGHT EVERY TIME. 

Heck, one of your fucking DA Tags was “Disneymaster is always right”. You cry fucking pity every time because you hate how people snark at you, but then you do stupid shit like accuse a show created by FEMINIST, let alone a toy line targeted to a certain demographic of “being sexist”.

I would say take responsibility for your shitty actions, but the one time you did, you backed out f it because “WAAAAAAAH E4B ARE SAYING SHIT I DON’T LIIIKE”. Like you STILL keep doing because you can’t let shit fucking go.

Do everyone a fucking favor: Do something with your sad fucking life.

But chances are, you’ll disregard everything we’ve said because nobody else is right but you.

You fucking are sad and borderline unstable.

- deafpony.

I love how right there you admit you don’t care about what the SU fandom did, because they agree with your opinions.

Those extremest you think are all over the MLP community? They are often called out and are despised but the fandom at large. Like you.

 Unlike SU, which has no problems harassing artists and staff members over petty shit because you sad losers think you’re heroes living in a crappy Young Adult novel.

“ROTTEN TOMATOS SAID MOVIE BAD ME RIGHT!!!!!!”

Who the fuck cares about what the same site that bashed A Cure for Wellness, one of the most unique horror movies of 2017? The movie still made a mint anyway. Bet you’re one of those types who freaked out because Ghostbusters 2016 flopped.

Because you’re the worst type of fan, Dumpy. You don’t care about the story, or characters, or animation, you care about how “progressive” it is. I bet that’s why you like that blander than white bread Season 1 of MLP, because Faust’s name was on it. Nothing more.

Go do something productive with your sad life. Or screech about a blog that hasn’t said a word about you again. That’s a victory for Social Justice!