#am i gonna be gross and sweaty and dying a little? yes

[ace-no-isha]

damn my back hurts i need to get back to yoga 😭☝🏼 i say this every week i went twice last week and i was out of state for 4 days let me cut me some slack

[im-in-vin-ci-ble]

Hello~ Can I request a Mark x fem reader who’s a lot like starfire and is very Powerful close to omni man and is also an alien princess but she lives on earth and they go to the same school and she’s also a solo hero who one day sees invincible fighting off a tough villain with the teenteam but is losing so she steps in to help and he recognizes her and starts getting all nervous since he has a crush on her and then after that they introduce themselves get to know each other and eventually work they’re way up to mark confessing and she says yes :3

(If possible can it be a slow burn im a sucker for slow burn tropes and stuff 😤)

A/N: I gotchu, this bout to be a lil long 😮‍💨 making the fem!reader a little more human, figured since she’s in an actual school for humans she’d need to adapt to the humor/culture so she doesn’t get suspicious

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!Reader

Rating: M, some swearing and gross monster guts

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Mark is finally joined in battle by an alien princess who has caught his attention. Turns out she goes to the same high school, and if he can throw around 150-pound monsters across the street, surely he can confess his true feelings to a girl... right?

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!" Rex Splode yelled as he wobbled up off the ground. "We've been on this thing for hours and it only has one damn cut!"

"Calm down Rex," Atom Eve said from behind, "You're gonna get even more tired from yelling."

The two watched as Dupli-Kate attempted to distract the scaly kaiju, replicating herself second after second to give space for Invincible to hit the monster by surprise. The kaiju's screech echoed throughout the city and shook the foundations of the surrounding buildings, forcing Rex, Atom Eve and Robot to move aside and save however many civilians they could.

"Invincible," Dupli-Kate shouted, "I can't keep up much longer!"

A sonic boom overcame the surrounding noise and Invincible appeared from the clouds. Dropping in at maximum speed, the young superhero balled his hand into a fist and took a deep breath. A loud battle cry escaped his mouth but it was cut short as the kaiju's heavy arm slapped him away just in time, throwing him through destroyed buildings until he landed on the pavement.

Out of breath, dizzy, and in a serious amount of pain, Invincible laid on the broken road for a second to regain his strength. The wind softly blew down on him as he focused his sight on a contrail leading towards him, and he watched as a girl in purple land right next to him.

She bent down and held him upright, "Invincible, are you okay?"

"Mmhmm," Invincible croaked with a defeated smile, "Totally fine."

His sight reverted back to normal and the first face he saw shocked him alive. It was her. They never talked in school and he was almost sure she didn't know his real name, but here she was, basically cradling him in her arms and calling him Invincible.

So she knows who I am. At least with the suit.

"Come on, that kaiju is about to be destroy the entire city," she said, helping him get back on his feet and flying away to the seemingly unbeatable figure.

He huffed, "Stay cool, Mark. She's here to help," and he followed suit.

This marked the first time he really interacted with the new superhero; he'd only ever see her on TV or read about how she saved people on the newspaper. He'd be lying if he said he didn't find her attractive — as do most guys his age — but watching her blast the kaiju with the green bursts of energy from her hands made her only even more appealing.

Invincible regrouped with the rest of the Teen Team. "I don't know what else we can do to this thing," Atom Eve admitted.

"I do," the girl spoke up. "Distract it as best as you can but stay far away from the stomach. When I tell you to take cover, make a run for it."

Robot replied, "That seems highly dangerous."

"Let's do it," Invincible quickly replied in a high-pitched voice.

Everyone looked over at him, surprised at the sudden change in his voice and just how fast he reacted in agreement. 

"Uh, it's a good plan," he nodded, causing the girl to shoot a warm smile his way. "I definitely think we should do it... if all of you... uh, think, we should."

Exhausted and out of options, the rest of the group followed her orders and took different corners of the monster. Dupli-Kate handled one leg, Rex Splode handled the other, Robot and Atom Eve took the arms, and Invincible went back to the head. The kaiju struggled to keep its focus on just one of the heroes, and while it remained preoccupied, the girl absorbed all the energy she could muster and flew straight for the stomach.

"Take cover, now!"

Invincible and the Teen Team moved away and they watched as the flying hero's eyes opened in a bright shade of neon green, both her arms extended out as a large ball of green formed around her hands. The rays exploded right through the kaiju and it shrieked in pain as she briefly disappeared into the stomach. The kaiju lost balance and slowly fell forward as the girl, her eyes still green, appeared on the other side and harshly fell down on the ground.

The kaiju landed on the street with a loud boom and the group ran towards the girl who was now covered in parts of the kaiju's digestive system.

"Okay, that's kinda gross," Rex Splode commented, to which Dupli-Kate quickly responded, "Shut up."

Invincible dropped down on his knees and wiped the blood and guts off her face. Subtly admiring her facial features up close, he couldn't believe (and almost felt stupid) that he never recognized her despite the fact that he almost saw her everyday.

The girl groaned in agony softly shook her head, her eyes fluttering open to the sight of Invincible's dark hair, goggles and yellow mask.

"Hey, hey," he whispered, "Are you alright?"

She sat up and hissed at her injuries, holding her head with her bloody hand. "Mmhmm," she gently nodded with a half smile, her eye one still shut. "Totally fine."

---

Mark had a hard time focusing on school. His body ached from yesterday's injuries and he suffered a few bruises from literally tearing through buildings. He made his way to his locker and rested his head on the metal door, dreading the fact that he still has an entire afternoon of classes to go. Closing his eyes in hopes to quickly recharge, his moment of peace was disrupted when a shoulder rammed into his chest and several books landed right on his toe.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," a voice exclaimed.

Mark's head snapped up at the sound of the voice. It's her. He momentarily froze and watched the girl bend down to pick up her things, and when he finally regained movement a split second later, he also bent down to help her out. He kept quiet as he tried to think of the coolest possible response to make her think that he was actually the coolest guy in school, but all he could think of was how heavenly and badass she looked yesterday.

"Thanks," she said as he handed her the book. "I hope your foot doesn't bruise."

They both stood up and he shot her a nervous smile. "T-totally fine," he replied, clearing his throat afterwards.

She crossed her brows at his response and nodded, and a look of suspicion replaced her worried demeanor.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he cleared his throat again and reached out his hand, "Grayson."

"Mark... Grayson, huh?" she responded, scanning his face as her suspicion grew. Her eyes finally landed on the hand that was waiting, and she took one last look into his eyes before deciding to shake it. "I'm Y/N," she introduced herself with a skeptical smile, feeling his sweaty palm wrapped around hers. "I'll see you around, Mark Grayson."

She walked away and Mark's eyes followed her trail as far as he could see. He quickly pulled out his phone to send a text to Eve, who was actually watching their interaction a few classrooms down.

"Mark," Eve called out as she moved towards him. “So I’m assuming...”

"You knew?” he asked her in disbelief. “Why didn't you tell me Y/N was a superhero? I just introduced myself to her as Mark Grayson and I'm almost positive she knows I'm Invincible."

"First off, it's not my secret tell," she answered with a shrug. "Second, you guys didn’t trade secrets or whatever?”

Mark shook his head in a panic, "No, but I'm guessing she also knows that I know her secret the same way I know she knows my secret." He rested his forehead on the locker door once again and groaned, "Ugh, I'm so into her, it isn't even funny. And this whole superhero thing just made it even more awkward."

Eve laughed, "Look, I'm not going to force her to tell you if she isn't up for it, but if you want, I can ask her to hang out with us later. Maybe — emphasis on maybe — my presence will make her comfortable enough to admit who she is."

"Okay, okay," he sighed, turning around to rest the back of his head. "My insides are dying."

"After the kaiju yesterday, be thankful you don't mean that in a literal sense."

---

Where in the hell is Eve?

Mark pulled out his phone for the third time in 10 minutes. Still no call or response from Eve to his text. He was getting evidently nervous; his palms were sweaty again and it felt like someone turned up the heat in Burger Mart. His left leg jerked up and down in anxiety as he stared at his phone, looking at the seconds on the clock icon tick by. If he were left alone with Y/N, he'd have no idea what to say. What does she like? Should I bring up the kaiju yesterday and praise Invincible? No, she'll just think I'm full of myself.

"Hey Mark."

He jolted and saw Y/N standing by the corner of the booth. "Hi!" he replied in that irritatingly high-pitched voice. Mark's heart began to race and the thoughts in his head ran wild. "Um... Have a seat. Sorry Eve isn't here yet, she actually hasn't answered my calls or my messages. Teenage girls, huh? What can you do?"

She crossed her brows again and chuckled, "That's fine, we can wait for Eve. But I think I'm more concerned about you."

"What do you mean?"

Y/N chuckled again, "You seem... nervous.”

He faked an obnoxiously loud laugh, “Me? Nervous?”

She watched him from across the table in silence, waiting for him to regain his composure.

When Mark couldn’t hear Y/N laughing with him, he finally shut up and shook his head. “Yeah, I am nervous, sorry,” he admitted, shutting his eyes tight. 

She giggled, “Totally fine.”

Hearing her say those two words calmed his racing heartbeat. A smile crept on his face and she reciprocated, their eyes locking for a few seconds before both their phones buzzed.

“Oh, I just got a text from Eve,” Mark said. 

“Me too.” She opened the message and began to read it out loud, “Sorry, can’t make it tonight. Something came up.”

“Have fun, you two,” he followed, his voice faltering. He placed his phone, screen down this time, back on the table and sighed, “Sorry, guess you’re stuck with me. That is, if you do want to stay and... hang out, and stuff.”

"Why wouldn’t I?” she replied, her warm smile easing Mark back into a relaxed state. “It’s nice to have a friend who...” she trailed off, “understands.”

“Understands what?” he asked.

“This thing people like us call life,” she answered. “You know, it took me a long time to acclimate here. I didn’t think I ever would, then I met friends who made this place feel like home. And home is a feeling I hadn’t felt in a really long time.”

Mark rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer, “Well, I’m always here. You know, a-as a friend... or an acquaintance, even. I don’t, I don’t want to push it.”

Y/N giggled again, “You’re a funny man, Mark Grayson. This planet is lucky to have someone like you.” She reached out and held his hand, “And I’m even luckier to have you as a friend, or an acquaintance.” 

He felt the heat rush to his face and he could swear his heart nearly jumped out of his chest. The afternoon flew by in a hurry as they engaged in lengthy conversations, fatty fast food, and childhood stories. While Mark was open to sharing every tiny detail — down to the color of the bleachers at the park where he played little league — Y/N kept hers pretty vague, leaving out descriptions of family members and even the places where these stories happened. 

Mark’s phone buzzed again, but the vibrating pattern indicated it was a phone call. He turned the screen over and saw the unknown number; it was time to suit up.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N, but I need to go,” he said in a rush. “I have a... uh, an emergency.”

You couldn’t have thought of anything more specific?

“It’s cool. Um, don’t worry about it,” she said, shaking her head with her eyes glued to the vibrating phone. 

Mark’s one leg was already out the booth before he decided to finally just go for it. Sitting back down with his now quiet phone in his hands, he took a deep breath.

“Y/N, I think you’re really cool. Can I maybe, like, call you sometime, or something?”

Her lips formed into smile that extended to her eyes, and it was enough for Mark to melt a little. “Of course. Yeah, sure,” she replied in excitement and typed down her number on his phone. She handed it back, “Now you know how to reach me if you’re getting your ass whooped again.”

His mouth fell open as his shaky hands grabbed his phone. “Wait—”

She smoothly slid out of the booth, “See you later, Invincible,” she winked, “Don’t get killed today.”

---

Luckily for Mark, no one got killed today. Maybe a few wounds here and there, but nothing painful enough that will land him in the GDA hospital. After spending an hour in the shower, he finally managed to lie down on his bed and rest his body. He sank into the mattress and closed his eyes, taking in the seconds of undisturbed peace that have become rare moments since he got his powers. 

As he replayed the events of today’s fights in his head, his mind drifted off to the hours he spent with Y/N. He pulled out his phone and mustered the courage to press the dial button, and the repeating sound of the ringing was making his pulse race. 

“Hello?”

“Oh good, you didn’t die today.”

Mark chuckled and sandwiched his hand between his head and the pillow. “It wasn’t that bad today, just took a few hits,” he explained. “So listen, Y/N, I was wondering, uh—”

She cut him off, “What are you doing right now?”

“What?”

“What are you doing right now?” she repeated.

“Um, nothing, just getting some rest” he sat up and looked around. “Why?”

“If you’re not too tired, do you maybe...”

Mark smiled, “Maybe...?”

“I don’t know, sneak out? My roof is pretty comfortable.”

Silently fist pumping, he fully stood up and nodded, “Text me the address.”

Just as quietly as he exited his room via the window, he softly landed on Y/N’s roof. Swiftly flying up and greeting him, she took the place next to him and crossed her legs. 

“You’re right, your roof is pretty comfortable,” Mark said.

She chuckled at his remark then noticed a gash by his right temple. Her brows furrowed in worry, “You have a wound,” she said, making sure not to touch it.

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, softly holding her hand and placing it back down with his. “Totally fine.”

Those words brought her some sense of comfort as her eyes softened, causing her to unconsciously squeeze his hand. Mark’s eyes widened and he looked down at their tangled fingers, frozen for a moment.

“Is this... okay with you?” he asked.

She nodded. “Wanna lie down? Since my roof is so comfortable?” she asked with a smirk.

“Sure,” Mark chuckled, removing his hand from her’s and stretching his arm out as they lied down. Y/N rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes up at the stars.

“Hey Mark?”

“Yeah?”

A moment of silence.

“Thank you for coming.”

He looked down at her as she met his eyes, “You’re welcome.” 

The two shared a smile, and Mark took a deep breath as he prepared himself for the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

It’s now or never, Mark. Now or never.

“Watching you kick ass yesterday was... really a sight to see,” he began. “You’re powerful and strong, but more importantly, brave. And you’re so fucking beautiful and kind and smart and...” Mark trailed off, sighing, “I never thought I would be in this position — with you next to me in a very comfortable rooftop under the stars.”

“Mark...”

“And I really like you. Like, really, really like you.”

“Mark.”

“It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to let you know. It’s important that you know—”

“Mark,” she cut him off. “I like you too. A lot.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and covered his eyes with his free hand. “Oh thank god. Thank god!” he exclaimed.

Y/N shushed him, “You’re gonna wake up the neighborhood, Invincible.”

“Sorry,” he giggled quietly, “I got excited.”

She laughed and faced her body towards him. They locked eyes again, and Mark didn’t know if it was gravity or just the adrenaline that pushed him, but he finally leaned down and met her lips. Static ran through his body as he deepened the kiss, and he felt an excitement that was even more exhilarating than the first time he flew.

She pulled away and Mark ran his hand through her hair, resting his hand on her cheek. “How was that?” he asked.

She smiled gently and placed her hand over his, “Totally fine.”

[astronomoney]

can i request 15 and 16 with tim drake? it’s alright if you don’t have time for it, it’s alright

Pairing: Tim Drake x reader (both in their 20s ish)

Prompts: Prompt list 15- “Make me”, 16- “If you don’t put a shirt i’m gonna have to kiss you and who knows where things will go from there”

Summary: Just you and Tim having a nice little date

A/n: i wrote this with a female reader in mind but i also didn’t use any specific pronouns so technically it could be gn!reader. also i have been trapped in the MHA fandom for like a 3 weeks so i couldn’t write anything that even resembled DC characters lmfao. Masterlist

Word count: 1.3k

Tag list: @battlenix

Late Night In

Life as a Gothamite is never boring. Every few days there’s a new murdering psychopath with a clever theme. Like the Riddler who dresses in green and asks, get ready for it… riddles! Some other honorable mentions include Killer Croc the killing crocodile, Mr. Freeze the guy who freezes stuff, and of course who can forget Scarface the dummy with a scar on his face.

All these villains prancing around town made dating a superhero unnecessarily difficult. Date nights were few and far between when there’s a killer clown on the loose. But you didn’t let that get in the way. You made the most of the time you had even if it was less time then you wanted.

It had been almost 3 weeks since Tim had a night off and you were dying to see him. Texting was fine for a week or two and you didn’t consider yourself a high maintenance or clingy person but you could only go so long without him. So when he called to say he had a night off you suggested he come over to your place to watch a movie and have some take out.

Your apartment wasn’t necessarily small but it definitely wasn’t big. The door opened right into a short hallway which led to the kitchen. There was a counter between the kitchen and dining area but nothing in between that and the living room. There were two doors and either side of the living room and the door to the left led into a bathroom while the door to the right was your bedroom.

When Tim arrived a little after 8 he was holding a bunch of roses and a cute stuffed bear with the words “I love you” stitched into its belly. There was a duffle bag slung over his shoulder that most likely held his sparring gear and his costume in a secret pocket at the bottom. He looked tired and smelled like a gym which brought you to conclusions that he did not go home after sparring and instead came straight to you.

He immediately started rambling about how much he’d missed you and how sorry he was for his busy schedule.

“I am so so sorry. It’s been so long since I've had a night off and I know you wanted to go to that movie last week and I couldn't make it and-” You cut him off with a quick kiss.

“Tim. Relax.” You said firmly with a hint of amusement in your voice. “You were saving 6 hostages from a madman with a thing for hats. I don’t know about you but to me that seems a bit more important then some random movie.” You took the flowers so you could admire them before heading towards the kitchen.

Tim closed the door and followed you. “If it’s important to you then it’s the most important thing in the world.” He said, putting the bear on the counter.

You smiled at him and started filling a vase with water to put the flowers in. “That is the cheesiest thing I think I've ever heard.”

“That was romantic and you know it.” Tim smiled back at you. “And I really am sorry for canceling last week.” You could tell in his voice that he felt guilty.

“And I really do forgive you,” You turned your attention to him. “You’re here now and that’s all that matters.” His body relaxed and he walked around the counter so he could hug you from behind.

His hands wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulders”How the hell did i get so lucky as to end up with you?” He asked softly. He rocked slightly from side to side as you dropped the roses into the water.

“Oh gross Tim you’re all sweaty!” You exclaimed

“Really? i say that and you’re reaction is ‘Oh gross’. And here I was thinking you loved me.” He said with fake hurt in his voice.

“I’ll love you more if you go take a shower.” You stated, completely unfazed by his guilt tripping attempts.

“Ugh ok,” he sighed lazily while burying his head in the crook of your neck.

“Tim?”

“Yeah?” he murmured in response.

“That means you have to let go.” You tried to break free which only made him hug you tighter.

“Make me.” He started leaving kisses on your shoulder and neck. The soft feeling made your mind go blank for a second and you melted farther into him before pulling yourself out of the daze.

You wriggled out of his grasp and turned around to kiss him before breaking away. “This is really cute and all but you smell like a sewer.”

“Yeah well Bruce said i could only have the night off if i sparred first so i smell like this for you.” He walked backwards toward the bathroom so you were still facing each other.

You shook your head and walked to the living room. “Well then i appreciate your sacrifice.”

He didn’t take long in the shower. You had enough time to grab some blankets for the couch and turn on a Law and Order rerun. The water turned off and about a minute later your boyfriend stepped out.

You didn’t look at him at first, too caught up in the 5 year old fictional court case. He walked over to you and sat down, you leaned back and rested your head on his shoulder. It was then that you actually noticed his lack of shirt. He was a lean sort of fit, not too bulky but not not muscular. You’d seen him shirtless before but the sight still brought a pink tint to your face. You unconsciously let your hands trace his collarbone.

“If you don’t put a shirt on i’m gonna have to kiss you and who knows where things will go from there.” You stated teasingly, pulling yourself out of yet another daze. The doorbell rang interrupting the calmness that had settled over you.

“Are you expecting someone?” Tim asked, turning his head to peer at the door.

“Oh shit, I forgot.” You laughed at yourself and rushed to the door. When you opened it there was a delivery man on the other side holding a bag of chinese food. You thanked and tipped him before closing the door and walked back over to Tim. “I did promise you takeout.” You held up the bag.

After you had dished the food and settled down on the couch you watched the movie. It was nice to be with him again even if you were just watching a movie.

You were nearly asleep, cuddled up next to him on the couch when the end credits started to roll. You stretched and yawned and checked the clock to find out it was already 11:10. It wasn’t necessarily late but it had been a long day for you both. That’s when you decided to ask him the question that had been on your mind since he arrived.

“It’s getting pretty late.” You said standing up to get your dirty dishes.

“Yeah,” Tim followed suit, grabbing his plate and heading towards the kitchen. “I should probably head back now. I don’t want to be out too late, especially not in costume.” He dropped the dishes in the sink.

“Oh right,” you paused “Or maybe... you could stay here tonight.” You suggested. “And tomorrow night… and the night after that?”

“Are-are you asking me to move in?” He questioned a slightly surprised look on his face.

“Well i was just thinking if you lived here then we could see each other a lot more and you wouldn’t have to live in the manor with Bruce but your right it was stupid idea i’m sure they need you there for all kinds of superhero stuff and-” you started rambling before he cut you off.

“I think it’s a great idea!” You were surprised by his response.

“R-really?” You stammered

“Yes really! I’d love to move in with you.”

A/n: i legitimately can’t end a fic to save my life like what kinda half ass ending is that?

[steve0discusses]

Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Pharaoh’s Cool New Trick

Digging my way through quite a pile of commission work (funny how these things only come all at once or not at all), nearing the light at the end of the tunnel, was looking forward to some free time to catch up on my many little side projects when I was asked to take off for a weekend to do some cat-sitting to which I would NEVER say no to a cat, so like...Rip this blog I guess, we only update like once a week nowadays, but what do you do?

That’s right, play Puzzles and Dragons! The only phone game worth paying any attention to! Where they just released Pegasus on their Yugioh Collab and he looks pretty great!

So I’m just gonna take a second for some art appreciation, because the Puzzles and Dragons art team is just A++++ honestly, and yes, I did pull 13 times to get a Pegasus in my monster box, and yes, he is a completely insane team leader that is absolutely broken when paired with Yugi (the numbers are so satisfying) but...look at him. He looks so good!

(also I finally got Joey Wheeler, and so now my gatcha cravings are settled. And, don’t worry, I play this game so much that I was there during Christmas when they offered like a bajillion stones for free so I didn’t actually use real money on this.)

Now PAD also released a Weevil and Rex, and I don’t know why, and neither does the art team because they still look pretty good but in comparison to all the mains, they sure do looks like just some shorty guys in some casuals.

though I gotta admit, I want to learn how the hell this art team does swooshy effects, because man, that would make my art so much better to just have flames violently exploding out of all my art. Why am I not doing that more often? I have the technology.

anyway, I didn’t bother trying to pull them. Maybe I’ll accidentally pull them when they eventually release a Duke Devlin. (also, RIP to the fact that Roland will probably never be in Puzzles and Dragons but like...I can only send them so many polite letters covered in stickers pretending I’m some 10 year old child and writing in my broken Hiragana “Roland in PAD?”. Thems the breaks. (They also might not remember who Roland is.))

Shoutouts to the card that Weevil is holding that is censoring this nipple on the booby spider, PS.

So because this is not actually a Puzzles and Dragons blog, and it’s been ten eons since I regularly updated so I could remember episode to episode...where the hell were we?

That’s right, we’re on an island now. This show’s wonderful obsession with evil islands (and spoiler, this is one of the few Yugioh Islands that doesn’t explode at the end. Mostly because Kaiba isn’t here to do it or this place would be cinder)

(read more island stuff under the cut)

Anyway, after announcing “hey guys! Screw islands!” Yugi immediately collapses and without any warning.

Apparently the armor is a big ol parasite, which is something that Yugi is so used to at this point that he refuses to admit that this is a problem. Just normal Muto stuff, refusing to tell anyone that he has a serious illness going on underneath that giant mass of hair.

(the sailor moon vibes coming off this weird orb energy)

Sort of feels like a call back to S1 when Yugi was clearly possessed and everyone else was like “He acting weird to you?” except it’s S5 and everyone has learned to never trust Yugi when he says he’s fine and they are responding like he is about to die. Which is correct.

Outside of the cave falls this scroll that is...glowing, I guess. So they open it up and get a bunch of hieroglyphs that give them the “riddle of light” and like youknow...it’s riddle stuff.

They’re doing this riddle for “wings.” And it’s like...everyone’s monster here has a set of wings or an ability to fly. Every single monster except for I dunno, flaming swordsman? Hell, Yugi himself had two sets of wings when he fused with Dark Magician (which was weird, and I still don’t like to think about what technically was going on there.) But we have to go and get ourselves even more wings.

Weirdly, Joey turns to Tea and does something that in any other show would be completely normal. He was like “you want to stay here with Yugi, don’t you?” and it was the first time Joey has ever actually addressed the fact that Tea and Yugi are close. Uncharted territory. I was amazed at the amount of casual shipping that is happening here. It’s almost like a normal ass relationship.

So the boys decide to go off, and be boys and tackle this themselves. And they shouldn’t have, because Tea is smart for this group, and also has the only healing spell.

Like if you’re playing D+D you wouldn’t typically leave your only healer behind. Just saying.

Also like...Grandpa Muto went with them? I guess he’d have to since he’s the translator but also...kind of weird to leave your grandson dying in a cave, but maybe that’s just the Muto lifestyle.

Do not be fooled by my caps, no one has addressed the Bakura in the puzzle for 3 seasons. I’m starting to think this show will never address the Bakura in the puzzle. Which honestly, that would be hilarious if they made a big deal out of that plot point and then couldn’t use it in the end.

And speaking of plot points that kind of come out of nowhere and don’t make full sense with the continuity of the show--Joey has regressed back to the 4th grade.

Hey show? What?

So like if you love Joey, this is not the arc for you, because this arc he is reduced to a Himbo and nothing else. Straight up didn’t know what an echo is, but is very strong and pretty, I guess.

This inevitably happens with any TV show becuase different people make different parts, and I’ve brought up before that sometimes it feels like some teams only have loose post-it notes of what any character should be like at any given point (ESPECIALLY with Seto Kaiba’s timeline) but like...

...Personally I’m mot so fond of this interpretation of Joey, kind of ignores Joey’s best traits, and makes Tristan look way too smart in comparison (and like I always pinned Tristan to be the Himbo of the group, but maybe it’s because they give Tristan so little else to do?)

And like don’t get me wrong, Joey’s a dumbass a lot of the time and needs to get corrected by his pals...but...to the point he doesn’t know what an echo is? He’s a dumbass in a High School student sort of way, youknow?

Anyway, they get down to this big ravine, and they have to destroy this stone while the light passes over it. Kind of feels like a Breath of the Wild shrine quest, actually. In fact, I think Breath of the Wild recycled the shadow/sunlight pathing quest like 4 or 5 times. (I love Breath of the Wild to death but boy did they run out of ideas at the end there.)

They have to fight a glass monster and it’s kind of like...do you know the game Balls 3D? probably not, but it looked like a bunch of random shapes stuck together like a 90′s animation. They basically went to war with shapes.

Pure Himbo energy, has several pokemon, but punches for his pokemon instead of using them. A power move if I ever saw one.

Youknow that would make pokemon a lot more interesting if you could like throw out your pikachu, and then choose to just physically run up to your opponents Eevee and sock it in the jaw. Raise of hands--I know you all would love a version of pokemon like that. Let Ash Ketchum punch a Ratata.

Bro has informed me that Ash does do something like this in the anime. But I’m not talking about the anime, I’m talking about the video game. Give me the option to physically combat my rival. This is what I want, Pokemon.

They discover a way to break the monolith, and the show thinks we’re like actually 7 years old (because the show is Y7, although I forget because it deals with so many dark themes) so the show is going to hold on to this puzzle for a while...just to fill time. And it’s fine because we gotta switch over to Pharaoh anyway.

Yami has this dream again. He attempts to fuse with Dark magician to overcome the dream, but alas, he is still not strong enough.

Yugi wakes up in this murky cave while Tea is out washing out like...some rag? (he’s also still got a rag, so I guess multiple rags were required for how sweaty Yugi is.)

Yugi says “I feel like I’m a new man!” a lot in this episode, and every time he calls himself a man like he’s some sort of adult it’s very funny to me.

And then this plot lore dropped.

I mean I guess inevitably it had to happen...

But man, end of an era. It was freakin hilarious while it lasted: that Pharaoh refused to read ancient Egyptian because it’s like 2002 and he is a High Schooler living in Japan and he actually doesn’t WANT to resolve the mystery of the puzzle. Maybe the people who made this arc don’t know about how in S2 and S3, the fact Pharaoh couldn’t read Marik’s back tatt was like...a really big issue. He couldn’t read the God card, he couldn’t even read that massive tablet that read “HEY PHARAOH THIS IS LITERALLY YOU”. KAIBA had to tell him how to read the God card for him. Freakin Seto “Magic is a lie” Kaiba had to tell him how to use the God Card because Pharaoh couldn’t read it.

But like...Pharaoh finally gave in at some point after the world was devoured by the Leviathan, and before Kaiba finished building Kaibaland (which was already built in S1 but wtv)

The timelines on this show have always been a mishmash...but this one is just like...

...show are you trying to convince me that at any point in this show after season Zero, Pharaoh had any idea what he was doing? Did he sap that brain energy straight out of Joey Wheeler so he could do this?

Wow.

(secretly hoping he forgets how to read Egyptian after this arc is over and the show goes back to the other development team)

Pharaohs reasoning is that, if this is the riddle of the light.....

....then where is the riddle of darkness????????????

and when Tea was like “Pharaoh that is not even remotely logic. Omg it’s so bright outside, lets go back to gross cave.” and Pharaoh was like “Tea! You got it!” and she was like “What the hell are you talking about?”

Not gonna lie, I saw the Orichalcos green, and I got concerned.

Anyway, Yugi gets very frustrated and was like “ugh, lets go save em. They’re gonna die (again.)” and marches down there as if he didn’t pass out an hour ago.

And he fuses with Dark Magician again while everyone else (including his grandpa) was like “Yugi are you freakin kidding me? The suit freakin kills you omg! Tea you had one freakin job!”

And then we get the plot twist that...I mean it makes sense but it was choreographed in a confusing way.

And out of no where this guy shows up again:

So this mysterious man shows up and says “If you don’t succeed you have to live here forever” which...nice...that would probably save the world a lot of problems if Yami got locked away and took his OP puzzle with him. And then this man also says “if you do succeed you become VERY POWERFUL” and Yami was like. “...”

This whole episode had a theme to it, where Tristan and Joey were trying to prove that they could do things on their own and without Yugi’s help. And honestly...felt a little bit misplaced. Yami’s the same guy who murdered Yugi last season with the Orichalcos so like...

...I mean he is probably more reliable than Tristan who once died and turned into a robot monkey for 10ish episodes.

and then they flew into a glowing door.

Folks, this was wild to look at.

This is wild.

And at this point I closed Photoshop and thought I was done. But then I looked at my timeline on the video and was like...wait...there’s more?

and I’m really glad I kept watching because it went back to Alex, who...is apparently just still at those steps in this haunted ass Pyramid.

Now we’re watching Yugioh.

I forgot for a second when they turned Joey into a Himbo and made Pharaoh literate, but we’re back. I mean...

...look at the liner art on this adult man.

So...I posit the question...has Alex spent the last 2-3 episodes doing nothing but applying eyeliner to his face in the dark? Because he absolutely has. And honestly, the vibe of being in a spooky haunted pyramid with barely any light, just applying eyeliner down the edge of your face...that’s a Yugioh vibe, if I ever saw one.

This arc is wild. Anyway, next episode we do even more fetch quests and riddles? Just going to guess now that we probably will.

(and for those new here, this is a link so you can read them from the top. Which, since we’re in S5, means you got like...hours of Yugioh content to read through. Enjoy the rewards of my weird hobby.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[sick-atsumu-side]

4. It’s me | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Disclaimer: All of the characters belongs to Haruichi Furudate, they’re not mine.

Warnings: description of vomiting, emetophobia, panic attack.

Name: It’s me.

First of all I want to say that this came to my mind when I read @sickfic-with-kiko headcanons for Sakusa, She’s amazing and I have to give her credit for it. With nothing more to say, hope you enjoy!

No, no way in hell this was happening.

“Mom, can you please understand a little? I wanna go home, now.”

Sakusa was almost freaked out. He was outside the dorms in the middle of the night, talking on the phone with his mother because he got a stomach bug, and he didn’t wan’t to be sick even if the nausea was the thing that had woken him up at first place. He didn’t know this would be happening, much less in the all japan youth camp. It was a nightmare to him at this point.

Sakusa always have pills and stuff. He was always prepared, but this time they didn’t work.

“Kiyoomi, babe, look. This is a chance in a million for you and you can’t just come home now. You’ll be fine, so don’t panic. It’s just a tummy ache, ok? Don’t drop an opportunity like this... can you?”

“It’s just...”

“You’ll be fine, babe. Go and get some water and sleep well, then you’ll be feeling better. Trust me.”

Sakusa sighed shakily and then rubbed his stomach a little, walking almost in circles on the grass.

“Baby, have to go now. You know i have to work early tomorrow... can you sleep well for me?”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s my boy.” Sakusa kicked a small stone that was near his foot. “Give your everything tomorrow on the court! Love you!”

“Love you too.”

Kiyoomi sighed again with frustration when he saw that his mother hung up the call. What was he supposed to do now? going to sleep?

Geez. He promised it to her, but he just couldn’t. His stomach was doing weird gurgles and sounds and he felt so bad, like if something wasn’t agreeing with him. He felt a little dizzy too and if he lay down on his bed maybe he would feel his stomach contents rising up his throat like when he woke up and Sakusa didn’t want that to happen. He couldn’t throw up.

It was gross, and scary. At least to him.

He started to feel that way after dinner, when Komori said something about the meat and... oh, the meat. That would make sense, but then why was he the only one feeling like this? It wasn’t fair. He couldn’t be the only one having chills and cramps, fuck.

Then he took pills for it and went to sleep, thinking that the uneasy feeling would go away. But that wasn’t the case.

When he woke up feeling dizzy in the middle of the night, nauseous and almost throwing up on the bed, he started to panic and wanted nothing more than to go home so he called his mother. But there he was, stuck with the ache and the feeling of his stomach contents being angry, trying to come out of his throat every damn second.

His mother always thought he was an exaggerated with sickness or hygiene, and so he was. But at the same time he knew she supported him anyway when something went wrong like the panic attacks or just the crying on fear of throwing up.

And yes, he was an emetophobic like hell. That explains a lot the situation.

“Geez.” He said under his breath, trying to soothe the nauseating feeling when a tiny and acidic burp escaped his lips. “U-ugh.”

He swallowed hard at the taste and stifled the next coming burps with his fist. Then he breathed hard too. Sakusa really felt too bad to the point of shaking.

He was about to lose the fight with his own body and that made him panic more and more.

And just when he thought of calling his mother again, he heard steps behind him.

“Kiyoomi-kun, the fuck you’re doing here? It’s like 3 am ya’know.”

Great. The stupid blonde.

“Go away.” He muttered, trying his best to concentrate on his breaths and the roiling feeling on his stomach. It was no way in hell that he would have a panic attack in the middle of the night. Much less he would let himself throw up.

“Ah?”

“Go away, Miya.”

“Don’t be mean with me, you stupid. That’s my thing.” Atsumu scoffed, but then he changed his countenance as he got closer to the dark haired boy. “Hey, you okay there? You look pale, like... Michael Jackson maybe?”

“I told you to go away.” His words sounded like he was drowning in his own air.

Atsumu raised his hands like an inocent puppy.

“Seriously, you look like shit. Kiyoomi-kun.”

“Can you just shut your fucking and gross mouth?! Leave!”

“Whoa... go easy with me or i’m going to kick your fucking ass. Don’t care if you are ok or not.” Atsumu sounded mean, but he was worried.

And Sakusa... he was less far from freaking out and losing control. His stomach was hurting too much and now he could taste vomit on his throat, while his breaths seemed uneasy too. Kiyoomi didn’t want to throw up. He really didn’t.

And hell, why was Atsumu even awake to see him like that?

“Fuck. I was just going to pee so I’ll leave yo...”

Sakusa let out a surpresed gag on his hand before starting to cry and hyperventilate. Now he was bending and facing the grass with wide eyes.

Atsumu almost freaked out, he didn’t expect that.

“The hell, are you sick?” He said. “I can’t deal with sick people so I’m gonna go, but do this thing in a bathroom because tomorrow we...”

Kiyoomi started to feel how his stomach was rising up to his chest and a uneasy feeling was appearing on his throat. He couldn’t breath and now was totally in panic. He wasn’t paying attention to Atsumu anymore and he panicked even more when the undigested food he ate from dinner started to flow up his throat without permission.

Sakusa cried out loud this time, while holding his full body by putting one hand on his knee. The other one was holding his mouth as if it were a thing of life or death.

Atsumu didn’t know what to do.

“Fuck, calm down. Don’t fucking cry in front of me.”

“I-i...”

Sakusa couldn’t breathe and either talk, his eyes were buzzy and his ears were on fire. Atsumu got a bit close and tried to talk or touch him but Sakusa didn’t let him. He was out of control. He just cried even harder and couldn’t hear what the blonde was saying to him.

A unproductive retch escaped his lips and he felt how his mouth was fully watery, just like his hand covered in tears and saliva. Now he was shaking like crazy, like if it was freezing outside but really it wasn’t. He was drowning himself and the only thing he wanted to do was to go home. He didn’t want to be there all alone.

His stomach was being all upset and now he was all sweaty. He was literally dying. Maybe he had a fever too, Sakusa didn’t know.

But he was miserable.

“Hey, hey. Easy, bud.” Suddendly, Sakusa felt a hand on his face and he pulled away immediately, with sobbs that sounded so sad to the boy trying to help. “Can you hear me? Can you see me? It’s me, only me. Atsumu’s gone for now and no one is here besides us. I’m here for you, Sakusa. Just... breathe for me, please.”

That voice...

Sakusa did know that voice very well, it wasn’t calm as her mother's but it felt relaxing anyway. Still, he couldn’t stop the crying or the unproductive retching between sobbs.

“Hey, you wanna puke right?” Sakusa shook his head with a face of full panic. “Ok, ok... everything’s alright. I am not touching you, but I am here. I’m Komori, you know me right?”

Sakusa nodded, and pressed his hand even harder on his mouth when a wet burp escaped his lips. He was too tensed to think straight or to stay calm.

“We’re friends, you know?” Sakusa tried to nod with his head. “Ok, now i want you to listen to me. Focus on my voice. You have to breath, in and out. Sounds fine to you?”

The dark haired boy nodded again, trying to be calm like his friend.

“Breathe for me, in and out.” Sakusa tried to do it at the same time Komori did it and worked well, because he seemed to start to relax a little. “You’re alright, you’ll be fine... that’s it, in and out. You’re doing a great job. Don’t fight it.”

“D-don’t... touch me.”

“I am not touching you.” Komori repeated, still breathing with him. “But i am here.”

Komori knew from the view he had, that his friend wouldn’t last long. He was in too much pain and too tensed to let himself throw up. Holding the vomit wasn’t the best option but it worked well for Sakusa. But not for Komori.

He knew he was about to throw up soon. His body wanted nothing more than to eliminate whatever it made him feel so disgusting and miserable.

“See? You’r...”

A sickening and wet burp escaped his lips, with a bunch of pale brown liquid escaping between his fingers and then to the grass in front of his face. Sakusa with wide eyes tried to stop the next round immediately by swallowing It back, but for some reason his body didn’t listen to him, so another round was released between his fingers with a thick and sickening gag.

Komori sighed with relief, but then wrinkled his nose at the sight and smell.

“That’s it, bud. Just let it all out. Don’t fight it... you’ll be fine.”

Sakusa removed his now drenched and disgusting hand from his mouth, finally giving up. So, Komori tried to say something to make him feel better since vomit have a lot of germs and he couldn’t touch him either. He was afraid of him panicking again, however, a productively retch released more vomit easily through his mouth, splashing it on the grass with a disgusting sound. The dark haired boy really wanted to die.

“You’re really sick, bud.” Said Komori, feeling kind of bad for him. “You’ve been feeling like this all day?”

Sakusa threw up more stinky liquid on the grass, feeling like a living firehose.

“Ok, maybe we’ll talk when you’re done.”

Sakusa groaned a little, because his middle was hurting way more than before and was literally throwing up everything he had eaten even before dinner. He could taste that lunch very well and that didn’t felt good. It was gross.

He gagged hard at the tought.

“K-komori, I-I don’t-”

Another belch escaped his lips with more vomit, this time pouring from his nose and ending on the now pool close to his feet, he coughed at the feeling. He was a truly mess.

Sakusa began to sob again.

“Easy, Sakusa.” Said Komori, trying to look him in the eyes. Even if Kiyoomi had them both closed in pain. “I told Atsumu to go get the nurse just in case. So she is going to check on you and you’ll be fine. And hey... look at me. It’s fine.”

Sakusa gagged loudly, this time bringing up just bile on the pool in the grass. But bile that fired up his throat.

“When was the last time you did actually throw up? I wan’t to celebrate. Your mom would not believe this.”

Sakusa coughed and gagged a few more times before he was left dry heaving. His eyes were full on tears and he was sobbing silently. Komori was trying his best to make him feel comfortable and Kiyoomi was greatful of that. He... did throw up.

“See? That was all, you already went through the worst of it.”

He actually threw up. He couldn’t believe how sick he was.

“Can I touch you now?”

“No.”

“But-“

“T-this is gross. You know it.” Sakusa rubbed his stomach with his cleaned hand and let out a breathy burp. “I hate throwing up.”

“I know you do, bud. But you did It well, although I would have preferred you to do it in the bathroom and not here.”

Sakusa smiled a little.

“Thank you, Komori.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi, for at least one second thought that vomit wasn’t that bad. Not when he have Komori with him to make him feel calm, even when the rounds of puke were over. It was... incomparable.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten. Twice Stupid prt.7

“Lance? It’s Shiro, can I come in?”

Lance felt as if he was dying. Unable to remember how he got back to his room, he’d gotten the shock of his life, sure he’d looked like a bat when his eyes had flicked over his reflection in the window. He couldn’t turn this into a goddamn bat, he wasn’t that powerful. He was losing his shit because he’d gone and poisoned himself. Running a fever, his body felt uncomfortably warm for a change, sheets all gross and sweaty as his body burnt through the mercury and silver.

Curled up in the foetal position, Shiro was the last person Lance wanted to see... after Keith. Keith could kindly go fuck himself sideways before exiting his home and never returning. Maybe in feigned sleeping, Shiro would take the hint, take his brother, then get the hell off his property. Only... Shiro didn’t. Lance cringing at the sound of Shiro’s footsteps across his floor, his senses hyper stimulated from the fresh blood

“Lance?”

Apparently he had to make some motions of still being in the land of living...

“Ugh...”

The word summed up every molecule that comprised him

“Lance, it’s Shiro...”

Someone give the man a damn prize for knowing his own name

“What is it?”

Lance’s bed dipped, Shiro violating the sanctity of his bed. A cool hand went to his forehead

“Shit, you’re burning up”

No shit. He’d poisoned himself

“I know”

“Can I get you anything?”

Lance couldn’t help but let out a rough bark of laughter. What was this? “Saint Shiro” to the rescue?

“No”

“Oh... Um... Keith’s awake. I didn’t tell him...”

“Take him and leave”

“Lance...”

“Take him and get out of here”

“I... Lance, I need to know, did Keith turn. He says he feels different”

Because Keith embodied stupidity. He wasn’t a damn vampire, Lance hadn’t given him any of his blood

“He’s fine”

“Lance, please. He’s my brother. Look, I brought you up a blood pack. Please drink it. We need to talk”

“Nothing to talk about unless it’s to say goodbye”

“I’m trying to meet you half way”

“Meet me half way?! I had to suck your brother’s blood like the nasty blood sucker I am. Human’s and vampires are two totally separate creatures. Just leave me alone”

Shiro sighed at him

“Please drink the blood. I promise I haven’t done anything to it. You’re the only one who knows what Keith is going through right now. I don’t know if I should say this, but Hunk messaged your to confirm tonight...”

Tonight... that was supposed to be... ugh, he’d lost a damn day thanks to Keith. Shit, he wanted to die. His teeth hurt so much he wanted to cry. When he’d turned all his teeth had fallen out, feeling like shards of glass pushing through his raw and bleeding as they’d regrown. That hadn’t been fun at all. Worst was when his Mami couldn’t touch the blood, or help him with his teeth problems thanks to painkillers doing jack shit. Fuck. Now he needed to drink the blood, or Hunk would worry himself sick over Lance’s health. He could always say he caught a cold, but tonight Hunk and Shay would be hanging out somewhere outside the roadhouse, and that came far, far, far, in front of Keith’s temper tantrum over a bite, that wasn’t even a damn bite. He’d wracked his brain to the point he swore it hurt to think. Keith had broken his teeth, but his lips seemed fine.

“I’ll, let you be, but please. I know my brother isn’t the nicest of people on the outside, but don’t hate him for doing his job”

Seeing his job was to kill Lance, surely a little bit of hatred was acceptable. His very being had been stomped on by Keith’s nasty arse blood.

When Shiro left, Lance slowly sipped at the blood pack. Shiro was just a man looking out for his little brother. He should have educated Keith better, heck, these “Blades of Marmora” should have educated Keith better. Keith would know if he was turning, the fever alone would have been a dead give away. The fever, the pain, the agony... All memories he didn’t want to relive. Stupid Keith and his stupid mullet were forcing back the things best left in the past, and the damn wanker had no idea as he over exaggerated his dramatic lying arse off. God knew he didn’t want to get out of bed, but Hunk was coming... and Shiro... he had to talk to Shiro about getting Keith out his house. Fuck being an adult.

*

Going through the motions, Lance forced himself into the shower where the water stung at his skin. He brushed his teeth, noticing the chipped tooth had fallen out with its replacement already starting to grow in. Then he bundled himself up into as many layers as he damn well could, including hit gloves and beanie, because his damn body was still sick as a dog. Trudging down the stairs, each step fell heavy, hopefully annoying Keith, but mostly because his body felt like lead.

Walking was reduced to a shuffle, Lance shuffling into his kitchen to find Shiro looking lost. Greeeeeat. He couldn’t even pretend to human in peace

“What are you doing?”

Shiro jumped, his hand going up to the back of his head to scratch nervously

“I... thought I’d cook something for Keith, but I don’t know where anything is”

Lord save him. Both of them were idiots

“There’s soup in the freezer, but wait, I’m a blood sucker, it’s probably fucking tainted”

Shiro’s chest fell, kind of like when your winded and that tightness settles there

“Lance...”

“Don’t pretend, it only makes it worse. I can tell you’re disgusted by my existence as it is”

Shiro sighed

“Lance, can we shelved the hostility for now. My brother is sick, and I don’t know what do. I’m not going to try make an excuse, I can’t promise that Keith won’t try to kill you again, but I have the feeling that maybe you’re closer to human than some other vampires. You said you’d never drunk human blood before, but we found bags...”

Now he was being miss quoted. Shiro probably thought he knew better because he looked older, fucking wanker got to grow old and grow up

“Because I get them from the resource centre. What I said was I’ve never fed on a human. An actual, real life, warm blood bag under my teeth. I was fine before you two turned up and now my whole life has gone to shit. Your brother is a fucking idiot. Charging in like that was reckless. If it wasn’t me he was attacking, a vampire would have snapped his neck in an instant. And his blood, I’m going to be sick just thinking about it. Don’t let him do it again”

Overcome with a wave dizziness, Lance stumbled to the closest kitchen chair, gripping the top a tad too hard as the wood began to buckle under his fingers

“Do you need help?”

“What the fuck do you think? I’ve got a dinner party tonight I haven’t even started cooking for, let alone shopped for. I’ve got two goddamn hunters in my house, one of which is the biggest idiot alive. I’ve missed out on two days work, and I feel totally and utterly dead”

Lance wasn’t pleased when Shiro started laughing, his glare ice cold as he looked up towards the man

“You feel “utterly dead”... that’s a good one”

“If you’re going to make jokes, you can get the fuck out of my house”

Shiro sobered his laughter, his face softening

“Look. Keith’s new to all of this. He’s been with the Blades a little while now, but this was his first solo mission. I was supposed to remain in a purely supervisory role. He’s hot headed and he thinks he’s got something to prove. Yes, we set you up. We followed you back here with the intention of killing you that night, but the chance slipped away with Hunk and Pidge here. No. He doesn’t trust vampires, but he does have his reasons. You’re not like any of the previous vampires we’ve met...”

“You mean to say you don’t think I’m “Bloodsucking vermon”? Geez, if only someone had tried to tell you that much, or you know, shown you hospitality when he stupidly believed you had no place to go. Keith won’t want anything touched by a vampire, so get your shit together, we’ll need to go shopping”

“Are you sure...”

Shiro trailed off, Lance not in the mood for bullshit

“Am I sure, what?”

“That you should be going out in your current condition”

“If you think I’m going to rip the throats out of every human I pass by, I swear to god I’ll stab you with your stupid human blades. Honestly, the worst that does is a mild allergic reaction”

Shiro raised an eyebrow

“Now, what?”

“Normally vampires react much differently to silver”

“Normally vampires aren’t fucking turned against their goddamn will”

This snarked reply shut Shiro right up. Guilt clouded his handsome face. Yeah. That was right. He wasn’t fucking born like this. And if he could go back in time he’d rather be “unborn” all together

“I... didn’t know...”

“Then maybe next time research your goddamn targets. Your brother is the first only damn time I’ve fed on a human in my life. And now he’s gone and fucking ruined that. 36 fucking years for nothing”

Shiro opened his mouth, Lance glaring at him again

“What?”

“I was going to ask how old are you?”

“44. I’m 44. Sorry, not an old vampire, just a tired a one. Get my damn keys, there’s no way I’m letting you drive”

*

Lance’s driving left much to be desired, Shiro gripping the “Oh, Jesus” bar above the whole trip. So the man could handle hunting down vampires and other supernatural beasts, but couldn’t handle a little aggressive driving? God. Give him a break. Parking his bronco with more of a stall than a park, Lance took personal offence to Shiro’s deep sign of relief. They wouldn’t need to go out if he and Keith hadn’t crashed his damn life

“Lance?”

Yeah, he was slightly over the lines, but that could be explained away to anyone asking by the fact he wasn’t wearing his glasses

“Close enough is good enough. Look, I’m going to say this now, but I’m sorry I’m being such a shitty person. I’m lashing out and that’s not okay, because I’m freaking the fuck out, and I’m sick. I can’t cancel dinner because tonight is finally the night Hunk’s gonna ask Shay out, so everything has to be perfect. They’ve been doing this awkward dance for something like a year now. Hunk’s the sunshine of my life, but the man is as clueless as a potato. Him and Shay are pining for each other so damn hard that if you ruin this for them, I will castrate you. You and Keith popped in to thank me for the help and collect the camera Keith forgot, despite the fact you really didn’t have to come by as I would have driven it up to you. I invited you to stay for dinner because I’m not an arsehole. If Pidge asks, I had no power because one of the repair guys knocked a wire loose, keep it vague. They have absolutely no idea what I am, and I don’t want either of them hurt. I would rather you just murder me on the spot than have those two hurt. They know nothing about that world, other than the rumours. So you and Keith need to keep your shit together tonight and go back to hating me tomorrow. And fuck... you ruined my fucking living room...”

“I’m sorry about that”

“You’re not really, so don’t make like you are. Let’s get this done, I need to hide the evidence before it makes my friends worry”

Shiro kept his mouth shut as they entered the local supermarket. Lance wincing at the light, before something dark slid over his head. Blinking, he realised he now had sunglasses on, and rounded Shiro, to once again have a go at the man

“Sorry, I noticed your sensitivity... I didn’t mean... shit... we really got off on the wrong foot”

Fucking Shiro... he felt enough of a dick as it was. Taking a deep breath, he slowly released it. Why did Shiro have to be nice? He was already good looking, couldn’t he share the talents out?

“Sorry. Okay. I know. I’m being a dick. I don’t mean to keep... god... English is so damn hard. Once the blood’s had time to do its thing, my mood swings should be better. I like you better than your brother, but forgive me if I’m not immediately jumping into yours and claiming friendship. I’m not used to anyone knowing what I am, nor am I used to being cared for. Thank you, for the glasses. It helps”

“No. That you’d help us, even after turning Keith... it’s incredible”

“Keith isn’t a vampire”

“You bit him...”

“He punched me in the mouth then threw a tantrum”

“Are you sure?”

“That he punched me in the mouth? My damn tooth is regrowing as we speak”

“But...”

“Whatever's going on with Keith, it’s psychological”

“Would you know, if you did...?”

“We’d all know. Now, grab a trolley. You’re in charge of feeding Keith. I don’t know what you both like and don’t like. Hunk will come over early to help, he always does”

Shiro chuckled, patting Lance on the shoulder

“You’re getting cranky again. It’s alright, Lance. We’ll get things ready in time”

“Easy for you to say. Oh, man... Do you even know how to cook?”

Shiro shrugged

“I haven’t burned a house down... yet. How hard can it be?”

Lance deflated like a popped ballon, his hand coming to rub at his forehead in attempt to rub out the headache lingering there. Thank god Hunk was coming to the house early. Shiro and Keith were both going to pull their own weight if they expected him to help, starting with Hunk giving Shiro a crash course in how not to burn a house down using a gas stove.

[pinnithin-writes]

I Realized. Then I Couldn’t Stop Realizing.

Chapter 10: Pleck

Pleck’s heart was an aching hunk of lead in his chest, but this was alleviated somewhat by being crammed inside a storage closet with his best friend. His best friend who was a dehumidifier filled with sand. The absurdity of it was not lost on him.

Despite his best efforts, this droid would not quit on him. C-53 had stubbornly planted himself in a barely functional frame just to fit down the hallway and come talk to Pleck. His stomach had done a backflip when he saw him waiting outside his door.

Once C-53 had maneuvered his frame into the corner of his room, Pleck slid down beside him to squeeze himself between the droid and the wall. It was a tight fit and neither of them were comfortable. He kept the light off. It felt safer that way.

The dehumidifier hummed in a grainy sort of way beside him, and Pleck could feel the subtle vibration against his shoulder. “That doesn’t sound good,” he said.

“Yeah, well,” C-53 answered wryly. “It was kind of the only frame we had that would fit in here.”

Pleck flinched. “I’m sorry.”

“For what, getting shafted on bedroom options?” C-53 responded hotly. Then his voice lost its edge. “Sorry. I just… I miss you, okay?”

“I miss you, too,” Pleck said, softly, genuinely. He missed C-53 more than anything. Being away from him, after giving over so much of himself, felt like removing a limb.

“Then why are you hiding?” his friend asked. “Can we talk about it?”

Pleck tensed at the idea of divulging his impending doom to the droid beside him, but C-53 spoke up again before he could even begin to fabricate an excuse.

“Don’t think you can run away this time,” he said. “I’ll follow you all over Bargie and run into your knees. We’ll both hate it.”

Pleck chuckled halfheartedly at the threat. He kneaded the heel of his palm into his good eye and heaved a sigh.

“C-53, listen,” he began, “I’m… glad you came after me. Seriously, but,” he pressed his hand into his eye harder, watching starbursts of light pop behind his eyelid. “I really don’t wanna tell you about this.”

“Why?” C-53 asked. He sounded somewhat hurt, and it sent a pang through Pleck’s chest.

“Because-” he dropped his hand into his lap. “It’s – you’re gonna be mad.”

“I’m already mad.”

“I’m sorry,” Pleck repeated forlornly.

He pulled his legs up against his chest and crossed his arms over his knees. They were both silent. The lights on C-53’s control panel glowed softly in the darkness and Pleck found himself staring, transfixed, at their blinking pattern. He really was beautiful in every frame. Pleck wondered if the droid was aware of this, if it was something he even thought about.

Rodd, he missed him. His resolve was weak and his heart was hurting. C-53 had already taken every burden Pleck put on him without judgment, so he finally broke down and gave him one more.

“Derf told me that to defeat the Allwheat I need to go inside it,” he said. “And that I’ll probably die in the process.”

There. It was out. He buried his face in his arms.

A loud, mechanical grating sound came from within C-53’s frame. “Go inside it?” he echoed, vocal modulator climbing in volume.

“After I master the Stuff, yeah,” Pleck clarified, his response muffled by the fabric of his robe.

“After you – Pleck, are you serious?”

“I mean-”

“No,” the droid cut him off. Pleck could feel the surface of the dehumidifier heating up against his shoulder. “No, you can’t possibly think this is a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” he answered, raising his head to shoot C-53 a defensive look. “I think it’s my only idea.”

“It’s not your only idea, it’s Derf’s only idea. There’s a big difference there.”

“Derf has never been wrong before!”

“Oh, I can think of a pretty long list of times Derf has been wrong.” There was acid in C-53’s voice. “What the juck is your problem? You think we’re just going to let you throw yourself into a black hole?”

“If it means saving the galaxy, yes!” Pleck shot back.

“No,” the droid repeated stubbornly. “Whether something like that saves the galaxy or not doesn’t matter. This isn’t all on you.”

“Yes, it is.” Pleck insisted.

“ Why ?”

“Because it’s my fault!” Pleck’s voice broke as the words ripped violently out of him. His throat locked and his eye welled up. This time, he didn’t bother holding back his tears. “It’s my fault,” he choked out quietly. “It’s my fault everything’s like this. It has to be me.”

C-53 made a deep, low hum that vibrated his whole frame. Pleck wasn’t sure what it meant. He was so warm where he sat next to him – he hoped the conversation wouldn’t make him overheat.

“Listen, I’m sorry,” Pleck said, tears still slipping down his cheek. “I know you put a lot of effort into helping me, but I have to do this. I don’t wanna waste your time anymore if I’m just gonna end up dying in a few months.”

When C-53 spoke, his voice was harsh with emotion. “Pleck, you idiot,” he ground out. “Did it ever occur to you that I spent all that time with you because I like you?”

Pleck blinked, momentarily derailed from his pity party. “Well, sure you do, you’re my best friend,” he said, a little lost.

“Not,” the droid sighed, “like that.” He sounded pained.

“Oh.” He was quiet for a moment. Then his brain caught up to his ears, and he was suddenly blindsided by shock. “Wait, really ?”

“Yeah, now he gets it.”

“You-” Pleck flushed from head to toe, feeling like Bargie was doing somersaults in space, tilting the floor beneath him. A giddy, bewildered laugh hiccupped out of him. All this time he’d spent pining for his best friend, and he actually returned his feelings? It sounded impossible, like the droid had taken a daydream out of Pleck’s head and made it real. “You really – I – Me ?”

“Yes, you.” Fondness bled into C-53’s voice. It sounded the same way it always did when they shared quiet moments together. Pleck couldn’t believe he had never picked up on it.

He squirmed sideways so he could face C-53 better. In the limited space, he had to curl his body slightly around the dehumidifier to make the position work. His frame was still very warm, though now he wasn’t sure if it was from residual frustration or simply from being next to Pleck, who positively felt like a radiator.

“But I’m me,” he said softly. He found it hard to grasp that someone so wonderful could have feelings for someone like him. Pleck Decksetter. Tellurian disaster.

“I am very aware of this,” C-53 acknowledged. He sounded amused now. “Are there any other obvious things you’d like to point out?”

Pleck leaned in to rest his forehead against his frame. “Well, I mean,” he inhaled, rallying himself. “I kinda like you, too.”

It was still hard to get out, even with the safety net of C-53’s affection to leap into. His fingertips were trembling. He pressed his hands against his frame to steady them. “Actually, y’know what? No. I like you a lot ,” he spilled breathlessly. “Like, a ridiculous amount.”

“I know.” C-53 answered gently.

He raised his head, surprised. “You do?”

“The whole crew knows, apparently.”

Pleck started laughing, embarrassed at how transparent he was. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I was incredibly delayed in realizing my feelings, but Dar and Bargie have seen this coming for a very long time.”

“Oh my Rodd.” Pleck shook his head, still smiling slightly. “I mean, I guess that makes sense. I’ve kinda been crushing on you for a long time.”

C-53’s processor hummed curiously. “How long?”

“Oh,” he blushed, if possible, even harder. “Since uh, back when you had your restraining bolt off for the first time, I think?”

Now C-53 was the one who was surprised. The incredulous trill in his voice was something that always made Pleck’s stomach flutter when he heard it. “ That was when you realized?” he asked. “I was relentlessly hostile to you.”

“It was cute,” Pleck laughed.

“Was not,” C-53 argued. “I belittled you mercilessly.”

“It was really cute,” he insisted.

He felt light and happy, like his heart was a tender bird finally freed from a cage. It was a relief to be able to say everything aloud. To share every affectionate thought that crossed his mind with the droid, finally, finally , after all this time. His palms were still shaking.

“Can you feel my hands right now?” he asked.

A short pause as C-53 analyzed his surroundings. “Unfortunately, I can only sense the moisture in the room,” he answered. “You’ve expelled a great deal of vapor while talking and you seem… rather sweaty.”

“Gross,” Pleck wrinkled his nose, but he was grinning.

“Not exactly the most romantic way this encounter could have gone,” the droid agreed.

Pleck settled in closer anyway, tracing the edges of C-53’s frame with light fingertips. He still couldn’t believe this was real. He wanted to hold him and hold him and hold him and never let go. He didn’t even care if his legs fell asleep, tucked against him as they were.

“Do you think you’ll reconsider killing yourself for the greater good?” C-53 broke the silence carefully.

His hand stilled, buoyant mood reeling back in. “I mean,” he hesitated. “If we can find another way, maybe…”

C-53 made that humming sound deep in his frame. It vibrated against him pleasantly. “We really need to work on your martyr complex,” he said.

“I don’t have a martyr complex,” Pleck replied defensively, but there was no edge to his words. He was feeling too soft to bother arguing.

“Sure,” C-53 went on. “Next time we run a heist, try not sacrificing yourself so the crew can escape. Then we’ll talk.”

He laughed weakly. “Okay, that’s- yeah, you got me there.”

Pleck would try, though. He would try for the droid beside him. Maybe there was another way. If there existed a chance to stay with C-53, he could fight and reach and claw for it.

“We all miss you,” C-53 continued. “Are you ready to go back out there? I’ll come with you.”

Pleck missed the crew, too. He felt fragile, though, like the gentlest breeze could break him. His heart was raw and sore as he held his best friend in the dark.

“Not yet,” he answered. “Soon, but - well, right now, I just want to stay here. With you. If you want?”

C-53 met him with the same constant grace he always reserved just for him. “Of course.”

And stay he did.

Chapter 9 <---

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Couple Interview Tag by @shysimblr. Rules: 'Answer the questions from your OC otp's point of view and tag as many people as you want. You can do as many couples as you want, it could be an otp you intend to get together but hasn't got together yet or whatever haha... I'm just nosy and wanna know about your oc's, so tag me if you want! You can be as creative as you want, make a story out of it, whatever, do it however you want just answer the questions simply it's up to you!!'

1. How did you two meet? Brooke- "ooh my favorite question!" Tonya- "well I was making a statue for the dance studio she practices at." Brooke- "all the dancers had to go to the unveiling and there was a little party afterwards. I was still pretty new to this studio so I didn't know anyone. So I grabbed a drink and a few snacks on a plate and sat in the corner on my phone." Tonya- "I saw her from across the yard and I couldn't stop staring. So I went over and introduced myself. Brooke- " I was so shocked that such a beautiful woman was at my table and I got like so nervous..." Tonya- "She went to shake my hand and spilled her drink on me and well the rest is history."

2. Who is the most jealous of you two? Tonya- "Oh me for sure. If I see someone flirting with Brooke or staring at her.. I like to grab her ass and glare the other person down till they back off." Brooke- "She almost puched a guy at one of my performances because he was hitting on me afterwards." Tonya- "happily would have knocked his teeth out.."

3. What are your three favorite physical things about your partner? Brooke- "Ooooh good question! Its so silly but the way her hands feel after she's done working on a new sculpture. They're all rough and have calaces on them. hmm. Oh her smile. It melts me every time. Lastly.. I think id have to say her upper arms. They're so tone and strong." Tonya "easy. The small of her back right above her butt. It has a nice little curve to her that my hands fit perfectly in. Her little button nose. Finally...her Ass..." Brooke- "Tonya!" Tonya- "what? Its nice and round and easily squeezable!"

4. Who's more likely to be running late? Brooke- 'Tonya. 100%" Tonya- "ya because you take forever to get ready and I fall asleep waiting then I have to get ready."

5. Who is the most organized and who is the messiest? Brooke "Tonya is so messy! I always have to clean up after her. Especially in the kitchen!" Tonya - "mess is good for the soul."

6. Who is the bigger flirt? (flirts the most?) Brooke- "Tonya. she's always being flirty with me." Tonya "that's because I can't help myself you blush so easy. Besides how else am I gonna keep you if I don't tell you?"

7. Who does the most cooking? Brooke- "I do? It really depends week to week. If I have ballet practice or a performance then Tonya cooks more for me because I'm too tired and sore." Tonya- "if I'm doing a lot of work and my arms are sore then she makes me food because I can't do much. she's a great cook by the way. She makes this amazing Korean rice and meat bowl. Its like the perfect comfort dish."

8. How do you feel about kids and do you want them? If so how many?

Brooke- "hmm like 100.  Like right now." Tonya- "What she means is maybe like 3 or 4." Brooke- "I want to be a mommy so bad! I can't wait to have them. That is if Tonya ever puts a ring on it...." Tonya- "we can't start any processes till after we get married." Brooke- "we've already decided ill carry. Unless I can't. Then Tonya will try."

9. Who wears the pants in the relationship? Brooke- "oh Tonya 100%. I love when she's in charge of everything. When she opens doors for me. orders my food for me. pays for me. It makes me swoon." Tonya- "I like to think of myself as the more... Masculine one because I am I guess? I was raised to respect my partner and treat them with love and affection. So I spoil her. I take care of her because she's my whole world ya know? If that means wearing the pants and making her feel cared for then I don't see the problem with that."

10. What's your partner's least favorite housework task? Brooke- " she hates dishes. like she will buy paper plates and plastic silverware to avoid doing dishes. I don't mind though. Its relaxing. Tonya- "Brooke... Doesn't really not like housework? I mean... If I had to say id say cleaning the bathroom? She loves chores like the weirdo she is."

11. What was the first thing you noticed about each other? Tonya- " her stunning eyes against her pale skin. I don't know what it was but I saw her eyes and it took my breath away. Brooke- "the way she carried herself. With such confidence and so self assured. It was what made me so nervous when she sat at my table."

12. What does your partner do that pisses you off? Brooke- "how much time do you have?" Tonya- "I'm not that bad" Brooke "I hate ASMR. It makes my uncomfortable. So she'll do those nasty mouth noises in my ear. She loves to embarrass me in the store. She'll walk away only to come back and say something like 'hey wanna go do some gay stuff?' LOUDLY IN FRONT of people while grabbing my butt! or She'll grab underwear and be like "ooh these would look great on the floor' I just have to walk away from her when she does. Tonya- " she leaves her ballet slippers on the kitchen table. Her nasty sweaty bloody ballet slippers. where we eat! Oh my god the way she bends her feet and toes. Its like a ballet thing where she like bends her toes back and stands on her toe knuckles. It looks like she's breaking them! She does it while doing dishes or cooking. She uses the table to do her leg stretches on and again puts her gross feet on the table" Brooke-" I'm stretching my toes and making it easily to dance on. Its just practice when I'm not in the studio! keeps me limber."

13. Where's the craziest/weirdest place you've ever had sex? (NSFW answer beware!)

Tonya- "oh her least favorite question. she's shy about our sex. Brooke- "oh my gosh. don't tell them." Tonya-" oh I'm gonna. I'd say... The movie theater. Now youre asking yourself how do two lesbians have sex in a theater. like a straight couple has a hard time." Brooke- "I'm dying of embarrassment." Tonya- "well I had snuck one of our double toys into it in her purse. It was a early movie so no one was in there and I knew that. I talked her into wearing a skirt that day." Brooke- "ah! this is like the worst!" Tonya- "I started kissing and touching and then I told her about the toy. by then she was so in the mood her shyness went away. And well... I'm sure you can assume the rest. Brooke- "OK done. Next question please!!!!"

14. Do you know your partner's love language, if yes what is it? Tonya- "Our what?" Brooke- "Our love language. It's basically the type of love that speaks to us most. It's super interesting. You guys should look it up. There's 5 types of love language. Acts of service, doing stuff for your partner. Receiving gifts, well that explains itself. Quality time, explains itself. Lastly physical touch. Tonya's is totally acts of service. She gets so grateful when I make dinner or do her laundry when she's too tired and her body aches." Tonya- "In that case Brooke's is either gifts or quality time. No matter what gift I give her she gets so excited and tears up every time. Even if it's a bag of candy I bought on the way home. I think we both value quality time alot since we both get very busy and sometimes don't see much of each other."

15. Where do you see the 2 of you in 10 years? Brooke- "married. a big house with a big yard. Dogs. Babies ya know. Tonya- " Hopefully being happily gay together for the rest of our lives."

Brooke- “Is that all? That was fun! We don’t get to do this alot since we tend to be busy or because we tend to be kind of quiet about our relationship...Not because any bad reason. Just...”

Tonya- “we’re a normal couple. Like everyone else so we don’t throw our gayness in peoples faces and brag about being two woman in love. Anyways we enjoyed doing this. feel free to ask us anything else!”

Thank you @tsimmi4 for tagging me!!!

[kpopgenre]

Cute Arguments

[fluff] [crack]

Jungkook

“Kookie!” You shouted rushing to his side in the living room, he was just starting to play his games. It was currently 1 pm and you just woke up, about 3 hours late for your brunch date. “Good afternoon yeobo.” He greeted you with a loving smile, glancing away from his game to look at you.

You growled walking angrily over to stand in front of the TV. “How could you!” You snatched the remote from his hand placing it on the table behind you. “(Y/n) calm down-”

“I can’t just calm down! This would've been our first date in a month!”

He stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. “I couldn't bring myself to wake you, you looked so beautiful and at peace.” He paused before adding on, “Plus you've been working all day, you deserved a break, so please don’t be mad at me.”

“But Kookie...” You sighed looking down with a sad expression. 

“How about this, we can go out right now if you want.” He placed his two fingers under your chin lifting your face to look at him.

“Really?” 

“Yes, anything for my yeobo.” he kissed your forehead guiding you to the room to get ready for your date.

Jimin

You quietly walked around the corner to your shared room where your boyfriend currently was.

“Hey Jimin, I have a question.” You asked nervously looking anywhere but at his face. 

“What is it (y/n)?” he asked while he finished getting ready to go to one of his band’s meetings.

“Its about (R/F/N)...”

You brought yourself to look up at him and you were greeted with a angry looking Jimin.

“(Y/N) we've been over this.”

“I know! But... it still bothers me how the media thinks you’re with her... and not me anymore.” You started to regret bringing it up scared of the truth. “Never mind, just forget i said anything.” You felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you turned to leave.

But quickly stopped when Jimin embraced you from behind. 

“Listen (Y/N), I don’t like it either, I only want and love you. She just shows up wherever I am, for free camera time.”

“Then why haven’t you addressed it yet?”

“Thats what todays meeting was about, I know its been bothering you a lot. It annoys me just as much as it does you. We had one interview together and she got attached right after.” 

“Oh... What about the media?”

“After this meeting i planned to take you out to dinner, show the media who im really in love with.”

“Thank you Jimin, I Thought you were cheating or something...”

“I would never,” He kissed the top of your forehead gently “You’re the only one for me (Y/n).”

Jin 

“(Y/F/N) you take that back right now!”

“No, i refuse.” You crossed your arms looking away from your pouting boyfriend.

“I WILL NOT LET JUNGKOOK BE YOUR BIAS!” He yelled throwing a little tantrum. He hugged you from behind whining, “I’m supposed to be your bias!”

“Nope, kookie is and he’s the new international handsome.”

He backed away a bit placing his hand on his forehead as he dramatically pretended to faint on the floor. He fake coughed as if he was dying and threw his arm over his eyes “How... could this happen...” 

You couldn't resist the urge to laugh. You got on top of your dramatic boyfriend kissing his forehead.

“I’m joking, you’re my bias, my international handsome, and the love of my life.” 

he smiled jumping up and embracing you in a tight bear hug.

“I knew it!” he yelled excitingly

“Jungkook is just my bias wrecker.”

“What?!”

Suga

You stomped over to suga, coffee in hand. “WHAT was that all about!” you shouted visibly shaking with anger holding your coffee with both hands trying not waste it. He furrowed his eyebrows looking at you like you were crazy.”What was what?” 

You scoffed rolling your eyes, “What just happened at the cafe, don’t play dumb suga.”

“I wasn't just gonna just let him hit on you.” Now you looked at him like he was crazy “But suga, you didn't have to hit him.”

“I have my rights.”

“I’m pretty sure hitting someone cause they ask your girlfriend, ‘Whats your recommended coffee’ isn't legal.” You took another sip of your coffee rolling your eyes for the 100th time today.

“Says who?” he asked knowing he was annoying you.

“THE F-” You stopped yourself mid sentence, knowing he was just trying to annoy you now. You sipped your coffee tapping your finger on it in the process.

He stared at you making you feel weird.

“Is there something on my face?” you asked letting one hand go of your coffee to wipe the nothing off your face.

“No, but has anyone ever told you... when you’re mad you look like a little chihuahua.” he said laughing while your face started to turn red.

You looked down flustered from the comment. “Stop trying to change the subject.” 

He walked up closer to you kissing the top of your head. “You’re too cute.”

Hoseok

Your boyfriend leaned over mouth open and eyes trained on the game on the TV. 

You looked at him with one raised eyebrow pushing his head a bit away and then continued to shovel food into your mouth. he whined still not taking his eyes off the screen “Can i please have some, (y/n)?”

“No.”

He whined even louder now. “Why not?” he pouted.

You pouted as well turning away from him, ramen bowl in hand. “The same reason you're not giving me any attention.” You suddenly had the urge to use the bathroom. “But (Y/n)-” You got up placing the bowl on the table not listening to your whining boyfriend. 

“Ill be right back.” You ran to the bathroom. By the time you got back and reached for your bowl it was empty. You looked at your boyfriend as he wore a goofy smile while chewing on your food. 

Your blood started to boil, you shoved his shoulder, which barely moved him BUT IT WAS THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTED. “You jerk!” you yelled and sat on the opposite side of the couch as him, pouting and weeping to yourself about your long lost food. ‘it was so delicious’ you thought to yourself. you sat in a little ball your head on your knees.

“Aww (Y/N), you’re gonna make me feel bad.” He finally placed his remote down moving over to cuddling you. He kissed your all over your face. “You should feel bad!” you whined. He stopped kissing your face and pouted at your cuteness. 

“Would you like to go get more?” he offered kissing your forehead

You smiled and agreed, “Yes please.”

He smiled too picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards the door.

“Alright lets go princess!”

Namjoon

“Hey Namjoon, I want to be famous.” I smacked my gum raising my eyebrows repeatedly, hand on hip. 

He ran his hand over his face sitting back on the couch, “(Y/N) i swear if you quote another vine i’m turning the wifi box off.” You pouted looking down with defeat. 

“I swear you act like you're 9 sometimes.” he said sighing and rolling his eyes.

“... Im 11 so shut the fuck up”

He glanced your way slowly, clearly annoyed. you both stared at each other for what felt like forever. 

Until he suddenly jumped up leaping over the couch towards you. You started running as soon as he stood up. You both randomly started to laugh and scream while he chased you around the apartment.

He unexpectedly said, “Why are you running? WHY are you running?” making you completely give up on the run and fall to your knees laughing.

He joined your side giving you a kiss on your forehead. “My goofy little princess.”

Taehyung

Your boyfriend walked in the living room. dropping his bags near the couch and bringing his sweaty figure over to you.

“How was practice Tae?”

he sat on the couch letting his head fall into your lap. “Long-” You quickly pushed his head off your lap “Ew, Taehyung you're a sweaty mess!” he sat up placing a hand on his heart, “How dare you, i feel attacked” he gasped dramatically. 

“Shower!” You said now starting to smell him. You pinched your nose and pointed towards the bedroom.

“No.” he blankly said pulling you closer to him by your hips so he can lay his head back on you're lap.

“Taehyung thats so gross!” you tried to wiggle away whining in the process but he wouldn't let go. “No, you need to love me even when i’m sweaty”

“I do love you just not your after practice stench!” you explained hoping he’d free you from his manly stench. 

“Fine,” He let go of you “But now you need a shower too.” He smiled mischievously. You sniffed your clothes nearly fainting, he giggled at the look on your face. 

He grabbed your hand and leaded your pouting face to the bath.

“You were planning this weren't you?” you asked never losing the look on your face.

“You got me” he snickered kissing your forehead and continuing to your shared bathroom.

The end

I started this around 1am, its currently 3:48am. 

Anyway I hope you enjoy! Please leave some love.

and which was your favorite?

[notcaycepollard]

those screengrabs from dear white people w/ tessa thompson you just reblogged are sam & bucky in a college au

WOW YOU ARE NOT WRONG

It’s not that Bucky thinks Steve’s roommate is a dick, or anything. Hell, he seems like a good guy, especially given he’s helped Steve rescue Bucky from misguided decisions and poorly thought through situations at least three times. Four if you count the time Steve and Sam got into a fistfight with the president of Hydra Kappa Phi while Bucky was throwing up in the frat house bathroom in nothing but his underwear and some silver body paint. And yeah, Sam’s probably got more than enough reason to hate Bucky now, given that whole thing ended with Bucky puking on Wilson’s shoes while weakly insisting that it wasn’t hazing, the frat was totally cool, he was gonna keep pledging like it was his damn mission. Once you throw up on someone’s shoes, Bucky thinks, you’re probably not gonna be cool with each other. 

It’s just. It’s just, if he’s being truthful, Sam Wilson is super fucking great, the kind of great that’d make you spit if he weren’t also such a nice fucking person. It’s not enough that he’d got the 4.0 GPA and double major in psych and polsci and fuckin’ track scholarship, he’s gotta go and be the kind of person who runs the LGBT students’ association and volunteers down at the VA for extra counselling experience, and on top of all that he’s really goddamn beautiful. Bucky’d already noticed him before the whole Hydra Kappa Phi debacle, had furtively checked him out across their mutual Eng 201 class, but he’d really noticed Sam was beautiful, had gotten up close with the curl of his lashes and his smooth brown skin, about the same time he was heaving the last quarter of a forty of grain alcohol all over Wilson’s nice white sneakers, and ever since then, well. 

He’d woken up the next morning feeling like something unutterably terrible had happened to him, squinted at his surroundings—Steve’s suite bathroom floor, cool—and staggered into their room, wondering if maybe he was dying or maybe had in fact already died and was just a shambling corpse, and Sam fuckin’ Wilson had glanced over at him, scowled a little, said man, you owe me some new kicks, and Bucky had thought, bleakly: well, fuck me.

Ever since then they’ve kind of maintained an awkwardly distant relationship, Steve’s two best friends who don’t quite get along, and now it’s like six years later and Bucky knows Sam Wilson is a good guy, more than just a good guy but someone who Bucky’s accidentally kind of fallen way too deep for even as Sam politely but barely acknowledges his existence. Bucky wants to mend that bridge, smooth it all over, say hey how about we forget what a fuckin’ disaster I was in undergrad, we’re adults now, let’s start fresh, and then maybe, how about we get a drink sometime, but it all, when Bucky’s being bleakly honest with himself, seems more than a little like an entirely lost cause.

He’s sitting in Steve’s office one evening, waiting for him to finish grading; honestly the TA offices are more like depressingly tiny cubicles than actual offices but it’s a better spot than the grad lounge if only because the couch doesn’t feel too gross to sit on, so Bucky’s got his laptop out, is working on his Comparative Lit paper while he waits. He pulls up iTunes to switch albums, notices something odd in his Mac library.

FALCON, it says, and Bucky clicks on it, because Dostoevsky is fine but he’s been working on this paper for about three thousand hours, and someone clearly hasn’t turned off their Mac library sharing permissions.

It’s Sam Wilson’s music library. Bucky figures it out pretty quickly—Janelle Monáe, Vince Staples, Kendrick Lamar and Frank Ocean, Sam’s got as good taste in music as everything else. There’s a bunch of Belle and Sebastian and Camera Obscura which Bucky’s willing to bet is something Steve passed on and Sam politely listened to once before forgetting it exists, a bit of Marvin Gaye, and Bucky scrolls through, tries out Erykah Badu, a little Anderson .Paak. And then he spots it, right at the bottom, like Sam’s trying to hide it even from himself.

“Oh my god,” Bucky mutters to himself, gleeful. “Oh my god.”

“Hmm?” Steve asks, distracted from his class’s papers on fuckin’ mid-century American politics or whatever it is Steve’s tutoring this semester, and Bucky shakes his head, waves Steve off. 

“Oh my god,” he whispers again. Pulls up a browser window, runs a search, looks at his bank account. Fuck, this is— it’s stupid, he doesn’t really have the money, his savings are low and his grad stipend’s gotta last for another month, but it’s too good an opportunity, and before Bucky really thinks about it, he’s clicked book now.

He goes back over to the TA offices the next day when he knows Steve’s got a three-hour lecture across campus. Knocks on the door of Sam’s cubicle, and Sam looks up from his trauma psych notes, squints at Bucky through his reading glasses.

“Steve’s not here, man, come back later.”

“No, I know. I, uh. I came to talk to you.”

“To talk to me,” Sam repeats, obviously perplexed, and Bucky shrugs, already regretting everything that’s led him here. Sam gestures at his own couch, slightly less ratty than Steve’s, and Bucky sits down, wipes his palms on his jeans.

“Yeah. Well, I mean. To give you these, actually.” He hands the envelope to Sam before he can make it any damper, clutching it in a sweaty hand, and Sam blinks at it for a minute. “Well, open it,” Bucky says, even more awkward now, and Sam blinks again, opens the envelope and pulls out the tickets.

“What,” he says, flat. Bucky grins. 

“I figured, right, we could go.”

“What,” Sam repeats. Looks from the tickets to Bucky and back again. “Am I hallucinating? Is this a stress dream? Did Maria put her secret study formula in my coffee again to test it out on me?”

“You have a thing for Taylor Swift,” Bucky says, undeterred. Sam shakes his head. “You do. I know because my Mac picked up your music library.”

“No, man, that was from Steve,” Sam tries, “I never even listened to it, it just got added in the last compilation he gave me,” and it’s Bucky’s turn to shake his head.

“It ain’t. You think I don’t know Steve’s music? Besides, he won’t download her, you know he thinks she’s a succubus. And anyway, I checked your number of plays. You’ve listened to 1989 like four thousand times, sweetheart.”

“I cannot believe this,” Sam mutters. “Fuck, I was so careful.”

“You gotta change your privacy settings,” Bucky tells him, magnanimous now. “And you gotta go to Taylor Swift with me.”

“I am not going to Taylor Swift,” Sam says. “With you or otherwise, Barnes.”

“Come on, those cost me almost three hundred bucks,” Bucky says. “I’m gonna have to eat ramen and dining hall coffee for the next month. Besides, who’s gonna know? Nobody will see us. Your cred is safe. Just shake it off, baby.”

“No,” Sam says. “No, Barnes, we’re not doing this.”

“Look what you made me do,” Bucky offers. One corner of Sam’s mouth crooks upward, like he’s willing himself not to smile. “You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face.”

“No,” Sam says again, “nuh uh, stop this,” and reaches out, tries to cover Bucky’s mouth with his hand. Bucky grins at him, shifts out of range.

“I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way,” he says, deadpan, and this time Sam flings himself at Bucky, wrestles him down against the couch to press his palm over Bucky’s mouth.

“You are the worst,” he says, glaring at Bucky. “I hate you.” And then he’s grinning outright, leaning in, hissing in Bucky’s ear. “I knew you were trouble when you walked in.”

“It’s a love story,” Bucky says, muffled against Sam’s palm. Grabs Sam’s wrist and pulls his hand away, strokes his thumb over Sam’s warm pulse point; Sam’s in his lap looking furious and aroused and right on the edge of laughter, and Bucky didn’t really think this was possible, but— “Baby,” he says, solemn, “just say yes.”

“Fuck you,” Sam says, with feeling, and slams his mouth against Bucky’s, kissing him hard. “Yes, fine, yes, I’ll go to fucking Taylor Swift with you, my entire life is an embarrassing lie.”

“Uh,” someone says fifteen minutes later, and they quit furiously making out to discover one of Sam’s students standing in his office doorway looking vaguely embarrassed. “I can come back later?”

“I,” Sam says. Clears his throat and visibly tries to pull himself together, which is absolutely fucking unacceptable given that thirty seconds ago Bucky had his mouth on Sam’s throat and Sam had both hands up Bucky’s shirt, and Bucky has been pining over this for like six fucking years.

“Yeah, no, this is a bad time. Come back during his office hours,” Bucky says firmly, getting up to close the door.

“This is my office hours,” Sam says, only a little reproachfully, and Bucky shrugs, locks the door.

[arteacactus]

“I’m pregnant.”

Warnings: Cursing, vomiting, nsfw mentions, slight gross imagery?? Virgil just got anxious Pairing: Logicality Prompt: “I’m pregnant.” Word count: 2054 Notes: This was probably asked as something humorous but I had a cute thought ok. And this is also probably like.. really bad I’m sorry it’s past 4am

See, technically, the Sides were not people. Therefore, laws that applied to humans did not necessarily apply to them. So, it was entirely possible for a man to get pregnant.

Logan just.. Didn’t think that would happen to him.

So, when Logan woke up for a week straight with terrible morning sickness, he didn’t really think much about it, and therefore never told anyone- managing to keep it a secret.

Until, of course, after a ‘night’ with Patton, and he woke up next to him that morning, he was faced with a dilemma.

Slowly try to get out of bed and risk getting sick everywhere but not waking Patton, or rush to the bathroom, but disturb Patton and get questioned?

In his exhausted, pained mind, the latter seemed much, much more appealing.

Logan had bolted upright in bed, ignoring Patton, who’d been startled awake by the movement, and Logan was thankful he’d put on pants before going to sleep, because he didn’t have time to stop and dress- he dashed out the bedroom door, into the bathroom just down the hall, and fell to his knees at the toilet, just managing to get his head over it before emptying the contents of his stomach.

Patton, who was concerned but still really, really tired, moved slowly as he stumbled around to grab pants and a shirt, jabbing himself in the eye with his glasses when trying to put them on.

He let out a pained whine, then heard the distant sound of vomiting, and his eyes sprung open, suddenly wide awake as his instincts to protect and care took over.

He followed the sound to the bathroom, where he kneeled next to Logan and rested his hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles in it and drawing patterns with his finger on his bare skin.

“Hey, buddy,” Patton crooned when Logan finally seemed done, groaning in agony as he leaned back against the bathroom counter, letting Patton flush the toilet. “You feel okay..?”

“I feel like dog shit that’s been stepped on.”

“So I take that as a no?”

Logan let out a huff, rubbing his forehead. “I’ve been feeling like this for a week now.” He confessed, “It doesn’t seem like the stomach flu, but that’s all it could possibly be.”

Patton let out a soft exhale, and stood, gently helping Logan to his feet as well. “Let’s go get some tea. You think you can handle some toast?”

“With Crofters?” Logan mumbled.

Patton grinned. “Yeah, with Crofters.”

Logan let himself be led to the kitchen, despite the fact he had nothing but soft, space-themed pajama pants for clothes. Everything was a blur in front of him, his glasses still in his room, but the cold air on his hot, sweaty skin was a relief.

Thankfully, they woke up early, so Logan could sit on the couch and let Patton wrap him in a blanket and make him hot peppermint tea.

Patton helped Logan sip at the tea, before setting the mug on the coffee table and taking Logan’s hands in his own. “Logan, when exactly did the morning sickness start?”

“Uh..” Logan scrunched his face up as he thought, “.. Sometime after the second time we copulated.”

Patton nodded and bit his lip. “Well.. have you ever stopped and.. Considered the possibility that.. You may be pregnant?”

Logan paused.

No, no he really hadn’t.

But now that he thought about it..

“I’m.. pregnant?”

Clearly, they did what any smart person did, and hid it.

And they managed to do this successfully, the whole time- it wasn’t really different for Logan to spend time in his room, and Patton brought him his food during mealtime, and when he actually showed up, he cleverly used the shapeshifting ability to hide his swollen stomach. Besides, a birth of a Side is much different from a human pregnancy. Physically, it looks the same, but once the Side is formed fully (which usually takes a month to two months), they are toddler-sized. And when they are ‘born’ (really, it’s just a blinding flash of light, agonizing pain, and with the light is the essence of the new Side that gets formed into a body) they have a room that is naturally formed in the mindspace, which is relating to the child’s trait.

Logan felt prepared. He knew about what was going to happen- surely it couldn’t be that bad, he told himself.

Up until Logan collapsed and screamed.

It was a calm, content day, setting the dinner table- Logan and Patton cooking, Roman setting the table, and Thomas and Virgil helping with whatever they could.

Logan felt sharp, agonizing pains running down his spine and throughout his body, sending tingles through him and making his hair stand on end. He managed to keep this much hidden, not letting more than a pained grimace show his discomfort.

But when a harsh, burning pain, like a lightning bolt rushing through him, Logan was startled into letting out a gasp.

The others didn’t pay him any mind, probably not hearing him, but Patton sure did.

He immediately swiveled his head around to stare intently at the other, taking in the pain etched in his features. “Logan?” Patton whispered, “You okay?”

Logan exhaled heavily through clenched teeth, “I-I am in immense, gut-wrenching pain, but I think I’ll be good.”

Patton hesitated, glancing at the others before leaning into Logan and whispering, “Do you think you’re..?”

“I don’t know.” Logan replied honestly, when suddenly, pain hit again, like the last strike, but intensified by a hundred.

He couldn’t help it- he screamed, falling to his knees and holding himself, pure agony ripping through his body, shuddering as waves of pain rolled through him.

Patton immediately dropped what he was doing, grabbing a hold of Logan. “Hey! Hey, are you okay? Logan? Is it-?”

“Yes!” Logan sobbed, clutching his stomach as more waves of throbbing pain rushed through him, “Yes it is! It’s him- fuck!”

“W-What? What’s going on?!” Thomas asked in a panic, Roman busy calming Virgil before the poor man worked himself up too much.

“Give us a minute, Thomas-” Patton replied, clutching Logan’s arm- and they sunk out.

And quite frankly, not knowing a thing about what was going on, freaked Virgil out even more, and he spent the next hour rambling about what could possibly be going on- what if Logan was dying? Was he stabbed by a knife? Did a bug crawl inside of him and it’s eating his organs from the inside out-?

And then he was reminded that they seemed to be talking about a ‘him’- and well, that just sent them into a fit of confusion (with a side of panic).

Luckily, they didn’t have to wait long, though- Patton was soon coming back, his sweater on rather than tied around his neck, and holding something in the pocket.

“What was that?!” Virgil immediately demanded, stomping his foot on the ground, “Where’s Logan? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine!” Patton hurriedly replied, “Shh! Quiet down! You’ll disturb him!”

“Disturb- who? Logan?” Roman asked in confusion, scrunching his face up. There was no one else there?

Patton huffed, and shifted the pocket of his sweater, revealing a head of a small kid, perhaps one or two, with a head of messy brown hair and freckles dotting his face, tiny fists curled in Patton’s sweater.

“This.. well, we actually don’t know who he is yet. Logan was gonna figure that out whenever he wakes up..”

“Wait, what?” Thomas sputtered, “I’m confused, what’s going on-?”

“There’s a new Side,” Patton replied, slightly vexed, “This little guy right here- who happens to be the- ehm, child of Logan and myself.”

“Wait-” Roman started again, but Virgil cut him off.

“You two fucked?”

“Virgil!” Roman scoffed, slapping the Anxious Side’s arm, but Virgil didn’t react.

Patton’s face flushed at the blunt wording, but nodded. “E-Essentially, yes- and now we have him!” He chirped, trying to move past that particular subject as he bounced the sleeping kid in his sweater pouch.

“… Logan takes dick-?”

“Virgil!”

Logan woke up to muffled speaking from below him, and he groaned, rolling onto his side before flinching at the pain that resulted.

He laid there for a few, agonizing seconds, then got up slightly, a dull, throbbing pain in his abdomen and spine.

The others were probably all downstairs, with Patton and- and.. Their son.

Oh, shit, the realization was setting in.

Logan and Patton had a son.

Logic and Morality had a son.

Holy fuck.

He scrubbed a hand across his face and grabbed his glasses from the nightstand, slipping them on his face and getting up from the bed, pleased to note that Patton had made him comfortable and removed his jeans and tie in exchange for soft pajama pants.

Much too exhausted still to bother changing again, Logan wobbled on shaky legs out of the bedroom. He needed to figure out who the newcomer really was.

Leaning against the wall for support, Logan limped down the hall, and pushed the newest door open in the mind palace’s hallway- a tall, pastel green door, that had a silver handle. It was, by far, the most colorful door.

He looked into the room to find it stocked full of books and action figures and stuffed toys.

He limped inside, taking in the surroundings, taking in the blue and green color scheme of the whole room, and then the books- which were solely focused on video games and tv shows and their history, lore, characters, etc., and it clicked.

It contained the trait of Logan’s love for knowledge, his adoration for books, and Patton’s love for cartoons, games, and other entertainments-

The son of Logic and Morality was Geekiness.

Logan heaved a breath, and he shook his head. A feelings-y Side. At least he still loved books and learning.

Wait. Did he have a name?

Logan supposed he didn’t know who named the main Sides- they didn’t really have parents or anyone who named them. They just formed, and knew their names. Would it be the same for Geekiness, or would Logan and Patton get to name him themselves?

He refused to believe he was excited by the thought of hand picking a name for their son.

“Logan?” Came a small voice from the doorway, and Logan turned to find Patton, watching him study their son’s bedroom.

“Patton.” Logan greeted quietly, “I’m.. sure you’ve figured out what, ah.. Our son represents,”

“Geekiness.” Patton confirmed with a wide grin that lit up his expression, “It’s so cute! Logan, I’m a dad! Again!” He giggled.

Logan’s lip twitched into a small smile, and he chuckled.

“Does.. he have a name? Or do we pick it?” Patton questioned after a second of silence.

“I don’t know,” Logan replied honestly, “I suppose we can pick it ourselves, call him something for now. And if he does end up having his own given name already, we can bump it to middle name.”

“You’re so smart!” Patton gushed, “That’s a good idea! What do you want to call him?”

Well.. Logan actually hadn’t thought about that.

“.. Let’s ask the others for their input.”

“Roman Junior.” Roman had immediately declared the second Patton told the others their dilemma.

Virgil scoffed, but didn’t try to pitch in with his own name- it’s not like he could. Roman and Thomas were spewing three names a second.

“Elijah?”

“Adrian!”

“Or Lukas.”

“Evan,”

“Connor?”

“Jared!”

“You’re just giving musical names.” Logan scoffed, cradling his sleeping child in his arms.

“Virgil?” Patton asked, “You wanna give a name suggestion?”

Virgil squirmed a bit uncomfortably as all eyes turned to him suddenly. “N-No, not really-”

“Falsehood.” Logan cut off, “You looked like you wanted to cut in multiple times.”

“It’s a stupid name-”

“Virgil! C’mon!” Patton whined, and damn it, Virgil couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes.

“.. August?” The Anxious Side finally managed to get out.

“I like that.” Thomas smiled, giving Virgil a thumbs up, and Roman shrugged, “It’s not bad.”

Logan and Patton looked at each other, as if asking each other if that would be fine.

“I think it’s adorable.” Patton finally confessed, wide grin settled on his face.

“Then August it is.” Logan settled.

And August Sanders, Geeky Side to Thomas F. Sanders, came into being.

[iamverysmall-andihavenomoney]

hello love!! sorry for the very late response :(((

yes my day was a lil bad, but it wasn’t the worst I guess? I mean, I was more disappointed with myself—I just passed my calculus quiz, but I knew I could have done a lot better since I knew the material well, except I panicked because of the time restriction. It kind of sucks because I’m worried my calculus mark will drop my gpa and it’s stressful bc ✨uni admissions✨ but there’s nothing I can do except hope I do well on my test tmr! it’s actually part of why I responded so late; I had a quiz today (I got 90%!!) and was studying all morning :(( I only logged into tumblr just now, but my day has already brightened reading your message🥰💓💓 (also thank you for the offer babe, but I’m feeling better now🥺💓

yes yes more brainrot please!! warning, this paragraph is just me rambling lol okok anyways mmm yes to everything you wrote but also how they hug you!! like okok going into my personal life, I’m a small bean (fun fact! I’m 4’11 and a neurologist told me I’m never going to hit 5’0”😭) and the boys are over 6’0” like??? i have childhood friends (coincidentally, twin boys who have a similar build to the Miya twins) who are over 6’0” and when they hug me they just kinda fold over me and it’s just an all encompassing hug🥺🥺 I haven’t seen them in over a year tho bc corona so this is just coming from my memories lol but anyways!! going back to our boys, I headcanon that their hugs would be just like that but even more so?? bc romantic relationships🥰🥰 n e ways, imagine back hugs while you’re cooking dinner with them after a long day and they just kinda drape themselves on you like the world’s heaviest blanket and won’t let you go to cook until whatever is on the stove begins to burn, or back hugs while you’re cooking breakfast and they sleepily nuzzle into your neck and leave little pecks on your shoulder that’s exposed bc of how oversized their shirt is on you, or you come surprise them at practice and they just sprint over and full body hug you (lifting you up and spinning you while holding you as close to them as possible) and you can’t even complain about how sweaty they are bc you’re reminded of how genuinely they love you and just hugs🥺🥺 sorry for the long ramble haha I just have so much love for these boys aaa but also I’m glad my last brainrot helped provide inspo for you🥰

OKAY WAIT I thought I was done but love letters!! (this was originally in the same paragraph but it got really long so im making it a second one sorry babes) but omg imagine them handwriting you love letters just because and I say love letters but really I guess I mean notes? (I count those as love letters tho don’t clown me 🥺) some of them are like two sentences clowning you for forgetting your umbrella leaving your house(“remember to bring your umbrella next time because ya look like a drowned rat, sweetheart”) and some of them are little reminders to drink water/eat/sleep, but on some occasions, sometimes on your actual important dates (birthdays, anniversaries) but also sometimes randomly, you’ll get a romantic ass letter talking about all the reasons why they love you and it’s all the little things you do, the small mannerisms that make you, you, like (“I adore the way your curl into me and cling to me when you’re sleepy, as if my lap is the only place you ever want to be” and “the way your tongue always slips to the corner of your mouth when you concentrate is the cutest thing ever, baby” and “the way you do everything you can to support me makes me fall even further into love with you (and I’m never going to stop loving you)” and “I know you think I think you’re crazy for colour coding your document folders, but really, I love how passionate you are about your organization system”) and I’m just dying please i want this to happen in real life🥺🥺 and omgomgomg this would be the cutest thing buT THERES MORE !! imagine that they write you love letters, all throughout your relationship, but they don’t give them to you until either your anniversary or your wedding and it’s just a massive compilation of all the thoughts they’ve had of you throughout the years, your dates, and even the unofficial crushing phase 🥺🥺 ngl I swear that there’s at least one letter talking about how frustrating it is that “you’re so cute, I can’t even coneventrate at practice >:( it’s all your fault that kita-san is lecturing me but you’re cute so I guess it’s okay” like hbshh baby please😭

I’ll do my best not to get stressed out!! we’ll see how I do tho lol but thank you for your concern ily angel💓💓

you are forever the angel baby but yes we are gonna have to agree to disagree😤 yes I will try to, lovely! take care of yourself as well; make sure you drink lots of water, eat yummy food, and get more than enough sleep! I am proud of you, as are the boys, for everything that you’ve done today💓

this was quite a long message haha and I’m sorry for how long it took me to get back to you, but take care of yourself love!! stay safe and healthy, and I’ll talk to you soon💘

–☁️

hi, sweetheart! i’m so sorry for not responding sooner! i thought i had, but apparently i didn’t — i’m not sure, tumblr isn’t being nice, today 😔🖐

i honestly can’t imagine how stressful that must be for you, sweetheart. i’m sorry your quiz grade wasn’t what you wished, but i do hope things all work out for you! 💕 i have faith that you’ll do better on the next quiz!! and i’m really proud of you for getting a 90%!! good job!! i hope you did good on your quiz today (or yesterday?) as well! 🤍 i’m sorry i haven’t posted at all, but i do have some good fluff and comfort lined up! (and okay, but never be afraid to ask 🤍)

i’m small too! not as small as you, but i’m 5’1 ans in love with that idea 🥺🥺 more brainrot though! okay okay, so lemme raise you this: hugs after they haven’t seen you in a while. LIKE HEAR ME OUT. so the boys travel, all of the time, for volleyball and games. and the olympics isnt hosted in the same country two years in a row! so i imagine the boys going away for a few weeks for it, and as much as you wanted to be there, you’d told them you wouldn’t be able to, for job related purposes. and like they understand, but they wished you could be there, bc ofc ofc they want you cheering them on. so, they’re at the olympics and they’re getting ready to start, when they spot you standing next to Hajime (either next to the coaches or in a special spot, so you stood out.) and the biggest grin breaks out on their face when they see you waving and cheering for them. and whenever the game is over and they’re able to get to you, baby is sprinting. he catches you and just easily lifts you up in his arms, showering your face in kisses. yes, he’s sweating, yes, it’s gross, but you don’t care, because he looks like an excited puppy, because you’re here and you’re his. and now everyone is staring and everyone knows that you’re his and that’s never going to change. then, he brings you to his teammates, showing you off with a proud smile and they all have a knowing smile because this is not the first time he’s done this. but it’s sweet so they deal with it.

and omg yes!! that’s the cutest thing ever! i love that so much. 🥺🥺 istg im taking notes for drabbles later, baby. that is so cute!

but also like (one of my love languages is gifts) so like. the boys aren’t used to the random items you leave. in their locker, in their gym bag, in their hoodie/jacket, when you give it back to them. they don’t know how to react at first to the gifts, which range. sometimes it’s their favorite energy drinks, sometimes it’s a new game, sometimes a stuffed animal, jewelry, or something sentimental, it all just depends. sometimes they’ll give you a gift in return, but you also let them know that they don’t have to, it’s just your way of showing you love them, and you just genuinely enjoy giving them gifts.

you better not get to stressed out, sweets 😤😤 ilyt and i want you to be happy, not stressed! 💕

i’m really proud of you for all you’ve gotten through today! and tomorrow, i’ll still be proud, because you’re you, and that’s what matters! 🥺🥺 yoh be sure to take care too. which means water, some good food, and a smile 🤍 you’re doing great, love! keep it up!!

and no no, don’t apologize! you’re good, sweetheart! just keep taking care of yourself! have a good day, sweetheart! i’m proud, don’t forget that!!

[blackmilshake]

Cheating|| H.S. (your P.O.V)

His P.O.V.: http://blackmilkshake.tumblr.com/post/156212433502/cheating-harry-styles-imagine

Cheating Your P. O. V. 

This whole month has been the most tiring one of the year. I would stay in my office till midnight sometimes, all of these because I want to do as much as I can before Harry and I start to plan out the wedding and get married, achieve everything I have proposed before the wedding. 

I touch the engagement ring he gave me a few months ago and just the thought of marrying the love of my life makes me so happy. I stand up from my chair and look out, the sky is amazingly grey and it kind of scares me. It's definitely going to rain. Again. My office seems a little too dark and I wish I could just be watching the telly. 

Yesterday I had to stay at my best friend's because mine and Harry's house was way too far from my job. But today, hopefully, I would get home before the storm starts. I think about sending Harry a message but I just want to surprise him. It's Tuesday and I haven't seen him properly since last Friday, since my schedule has gone crazy I only see him for breakfast and before he falls sleep, if I am lucky enough to see him before he falls sleep. His life is much more tiring than mine so I totally get it. I take my car and drive to the closest restaurant and grab his favorite. On my way home I think about how lucky I am for having such an amazing and caring fiancé. Even though I feel like we are a little distant it may be because of our tight schedules. 

It will end soon tho, I am pretty sure my boss is giving a promotion and I want it, yes it is supposed to be more tiring but it will actually allow me to work it from home if I wanted to, I would also get to travel, so I would not feel so alone when Harry leaves for touring. That's why I've been working so hard too. It couldn't be so far, my boss has been giving me little hints about it, giving me extra tips and more responsibilities. I may even get that promotion next week, as I have heard. 

I am so excited. 

As I get to our house entrance I feel something weird inside me. Like... if something was not right. All the lights are on and Harry never turns on all the lights, he prefers dark rooms. Once I open the front door I hear moans coming from upside and my stomach twists. I close my eyes as I feel my heartbeat speed faster than I can tell. And for the first time ever I wish he's just watching porn. 

Once I'm the top of the stairs I hear a very deep and low "fuck" that I can recognize as Harry's voice and then her answer "oh fuck, Harry I want you inside of me so bad." It takes me a couple of seconds to actually realize what's happening. I feel my heart breaking and at the same time dying with each groan coming from their mouths, making me unable to move a single muscle. I know what will happen if I open that door and a huge part of me doesn't want it to happen. Why is all of this happening to me? Was I just not enough? "Fuck, love I'm gonna fuck you so hard." Harry's deep moan makes me want to throw up, that's the way he calls me yet that word feels so gross in this very moment. I can't take it any longer. But...Do I really want to look at that? Do I really want to see my fiancé -or should I say ex fiancé- fucking another girl in what used to be our bed? Before they can do anything else I open the door widely, trying to keep all the tears inside of me, I don't want to give them the satisfaction to see me broken. 

As soon as I enter Harry quickly stands up, pushing the girl that he had beneath him in the process, his eyes so wide open that I felt as if they would fall at any moment. He opens his mouth, yet no word leaves, then he clears his throat, definitely caught off guard. Of course he did not expect me coming home earlier and I cannot help but wonder if he had done this before. "Kitten..." he whispers as he tries to fix himself but I can only stare at the girl that has a huge grin of satisfaction all over her face and then I feel all the insecurities I had ever felt blossoming in me. She was like a model, tall, fit, with long blonde hair, big eyes- summing up, ridiculously pretty.  He tries to take my hand in his but I just can't stand his touch, not when my head goes this fast. It burns me. That woman winks at me and I feel a wave of rage all over my body, yet I don't move. 

Of course she wanted it. 

Everyone wanted Harry and I apart, management, the fans, his girl friends. I thought we were strong. Guess they weren't that wrong. 

They've won. 

Tears roll down my face as that woman walks out of the room, finally sinking in the fact that the love of my life didn't think I was good enough for him. He lied to me, of course. He can get any girl in the world.  Why stay stuck with me his whole life? 

How far would have he gone if I had not entered? How long has this been happening? My own thoughts eating me alive. I feel dizzy and my stomach upside down, like if I could throw up at any moment. I close my eyes for a moment and look at the ground, hoping that everything stops spinning.

"Love" Harry calls me almost with fright but I feel even sicker at that pet name. He called that... that woman love while she was beneath him. I shake my head no. I want to take that image out of my head. 

Suddenly the ring on my finger feels too heavy in my hand and I feel like taking it off, my eyes still on the ground. He takes a step closer again and I'm too weak to take a step back so I just stay there, lifeless as he takes my hand. 

And I suddenly feel hate. Hate towards myself. 

I promised myself I would never forgive something like this yet my heart wants to forgive him even when he hasn't even said a word worth my forgiveness. I hate that I love him. I hate that I gave him my whole self. 

"Why, Harry? I trusted you." It's all I can manage without breaking more. I can't even look at him in the eyes. His hand still on mine feels so right, his warmth sending chills down my spine just like the first time I met him. He doesn't answer my question and that only makes me feel worse, cause I'm not even worth a reason to him. 

"I.. I don't know. I love you, so much... don't misunderstand this, please. I'm such an idiot... and please forgive me, I'll do anything... babe please." Lies. Lies. Lies. I don't want to believe them. That's what I want my heart to understand. I can't trust him anymore. Inside of me there is a huge battle between my morals and my feelings. "Please... hit me, yell at me, make me feel like the worst man on earth, just... do something."  He begs, sounding so desperate and I can feel him crying, his hand trembling in mine, cold and sweaty but it's the first time I don't comfort him. It definitely breaks me, but I'm just too broken to fix anyone else, even him. 

I put up with the hate that I received on social media, the stalking, the paps watching every step I took, I had a thick skin for all of that and not even in my wildest dreams I expected the betray from him, it makes me feel so lost, so alone.

I thought it was us against the world.

Out of nowhere he leans down and kisses me and I want to quit so bad because those lips where on her before but it feels so right, his warmth and I feel so weak that I can´t help but kiss him back, even when I feel dirty. He was with someone else two minutes ago. I scold myself. The kiss is full of something I hadn't felt in a while and I've just come to notice. He's kissing me with so much love and passion that I hadn't felt in a long time, probably since the proposal. Love that I had always given him. Love that I didn't notice he had stopped feeling towards me. It feels like the first kiss. But it may the last one. 

I can't let a man do something like that to me and then expect me to act like if nothing ever happened. He never breaks our kiss, and we slowly lay down right there, on the floor, taking as much of each other as our hands can bare.  

I try to memorize each part of him as we both undress each other.  His hair. His big green eyes. His mouth. His nose. His tattoos. His torso. All of him. 

I want to remember him like this, making love to me, making me feel loved, staining me. He lets out slow deep moans that only reminds me of what I've just seen and my mouth lets out groans against my will. Partly because of all the pain inside of me. Harry takes a minute to look at my face and then he hugs me while we become one, with so much care and delicacy, like if he does not want to harm me, but I am already hurt, from the inside. Moans are left in my ear and moans leave my mouth as his hands travel all over my body, giving me pleasure so slowly, like if there was no rush, making me cry in agony. How long has it been since we actually made love? I quickly swipe the tears as he looks at my face. As we hit the highest point he moans my name in my ear and says an "I love you" that I can't answer after knowing what I was about to do. 

Not even the heat of the fireplace can warm up the cold growing inside of me. I look at him, lying right next to me, with his angelic self. I would have never thought he would do something like that. Tears fall down my face as a wave of rage hits me again.  I did nothing to deserve this. No one deserves this. I stand up slowly so I don't wake Harry up. It's three in the morning when I start packing all my stuff, leaving behind all of the things he gave me, including the necklace that came with the engagement ring. I call a cab when I'm done, but I feel empty and I want him to know how I feel so I write him a letter even when I feel so stupid. 

Dear Harry.

I know I should not be explaining myself but here I am.  I used to believe that we were inseparable, but time showed me wrong. Forgiving is harder than you can expect and right now I don't know if what I need is time or to be away from you, so I'm doing both. I love you, I always will and that's what's bothering me if I'm honest. I can't be with you now. But you have such and amazing heart... yes, even after what you did, and you deserve someone that loves you as I do, but at the same time someone you can love too as much as I did, and I hope you can find that girl that makes you feel like you made me feel. 

All the love to you, (y/n). 

Tears stream down my face as I hear the taxi parking outside the house.

"Bye Harry" I whisper as I take out my engagement ring and place it in his hand and I give him a last kiss on his soft lips. I have to bit my lip so a sob doesn't wake him up. That's the last thing I need now. While I'm in the cab I call my mom so she can pick up my car later and my best friend so they know that I'll be gone for a while and I don't want to be chased by anyone, including them and Harry. At six o'clock I'm at the airport and I contact my boss accepting the offer he gave me two months ago about moving to branch office of his company instead of the promotion and he gladly gives it to me. I had to leave everything behind even when it broke me because how can someone ever forgive a cheater? How can you cheat on someone you say you love? 

However a part of me wants to fight, to forgive him. Because I love him. 

Always have. 

Always will. 

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ATL

[robbinsarizonas]

Rupture

So I saw this from an anon on @omeliafics and as she knows, I am always up for drama, the prompt was ‘Amelia is pregnant, and gets appendicitis. I'd love to read this 🤗’ there may be continuity issues because it’s midnight and I’m tired and I’ve written a looooot of fics, but my head imagined this fitting in when Amelia is pregnant with the twins, so you know, I haaaad to xD

This pregnancy was kicking her ass. It wasn’t anything like the last one, apart from the fact that she was pregnant. That was the only thing that seemed to be the same. She had been feeling like the crap at the bottom of the trash can for the whole day, but she had surgeries scheduled and patients to check on and consults, and charts, and everything so it wasn’t like she even had a minute to slow down and take a minute, even though she felt like she needed several.

“Sit down.” Owen said, appearing suddenly behind Amelia and making her almost jump out of her skin.

“What the hell Owen?” She said, putting a hand on her chest and taking in a deep breath to calm herself down. “Where did you come from?” She asked, starting to feel a little bit dizzy, which was never a good sign.

“Sit down, you look like hell.” Owen said, putting his arm around Amelia’s shoulders and leading her over to a nearby gurney pushed up against the hallway wall.

“I’m fine, and I don’t have time.” Amelia said, not even sitting down for a second. She was okay, she was fine. She was pregnant, she wasn’t dying.

“You know it’s not good for you to keep pushing yourself.” Owen said, because they had had just that conversation with the OB the week before, who had stated plainly and simply that it wasn’t good for Amelia, or for the babies, considering what she had been experiencing.

“I-I know.” Amelia said reluctantly, giving in and perching on the edge of the gurney, feeling slightly less dizzy now she wasn’t standing up.

“Delegate.” Owen said, noticing how flushed Amelia actually was and becoming considerably more worried.

“Owen.” Amelia groaned, feeling like she was being underestimated.

Owen reached out and placed a hand on Amelia’s forehead, pulling it away almost immediately and furrowing his brow, concerned and now confused.

“You’re burning up?” He said, it wasn’t supposed to be a question, it didn’t need an answer because he already knew she was, but for some reason it came out like he was asking.

“No?” Amelia said, the exact same way. She wasn’t burning up, she didn’t have a fever. She was pregnant, she felt like crap because she had two lives growing inside of her. Two. She didn’t have a fever. She wasn’t sick. There wasn’t a chance.

“Yes.” Owen answered, checking one more time just to be sure.

“I feel fine.” Amelia protested, closing her eyes just for a second in an attempt to feel a little better. She knew for sure she wasn’t fine.

“You are a bad liar.” Owen pointed out, putting a hand on her knee and giving it a little rub.

As if on some kind of cue, Amelia’s insides decided they had an urgent need to meet the outside world, and within less than a second she had thrown up all over the patch of floor directly below where she was sitting, and subsequently on both her and Owen’s shoes.

“Okay, bathroom.” Owen said, making an executive decision and gesturing over someone to come and deal with the floor.

It took them longer than it should have to get to the bathroom. Amelia had to stop 3 times to throw up into three separate trash cans, getting Owen more and more worried each time.

He wasn’t sure if the symptoms were pregnancy related, or possible mystery illness related. There wasn’t anything going around, because when there was you /knew/. Illness was the one thing that spread faster than gossip. When there was an illness going around, /everyone/ had it.

“Sit down, I’m gonna call the OB.” Owen said as soon as the arrived at the nearest bathroom, pointing towards a toilet in the very likely event that Amelia would have to throw up again.

Owen reached for his phone from his big lab coat pocket and started to dial the number for their OB, hoping that everything would just resolve itself. Before the dial tone had even finished sounding though, he could hear the very gross sounds of someone throwing up, more than once, like they couldn’t stop. He slipped the phone back into his pocket, just for a second, and raced over to the closet stall.

“Owen, what are you-?” Amelia asked, getting get off by Owen before she could finish her question.

“I’m holding your hair.” He said, making sure she didn’t get any nasty chunks in it and moving a hand down her back, starting to rub small circles gently, around and around. “Symptoms.” He asked, since it wasn’t like she didn’t know, they were both doctors after all.

“Besides the obvious.” She said, leaning over the toilet for another round. “Dizziness, uh, there’s pain... Oh crap...” She continued, putting two and two together.

“Pain where?” Owen asked, since that wasn’t really any help at all.

“Here.” Amelia said, putting her hand right over it before leaning over the toilet, once again.

Owen lifted up her scrub top by enough to be able to feel the area, and as soon as he had he felt exactly the same about the situation as she clearly had. Oh crap.

“I thought I just felt like crap because I’m pregnant.” She sighed, unable to actually get out words properly, it felt like something was trying to get out more and more every second that went by.

“You have been having a hard time.” Owen agreed, she hadn’t been at all wrong to think like that, not even slightly.

Amelia reached out for Owen’s hand and latched her fingers onto his, squeezing it so tight she could have easily cut off blood flow.

“That’s okay.” Owen said, nodding and squeezing her hand right back, only not even half as tight.

He reached into his pocket and sent out a page for someone in general and set it as a 911, starting to rub Amelia’s back again even though he wasn’t sure if it was helping in the least.

“Owen? A consult in a bathroom?” Came the voice of Meredith Grey, who had been nearby when the page was sent out.

Then she saw Amelia on the floor with her head over the toilet seat, and Owen knelt down beside her, and she understood.

“Appendicitis.” Owen said. “We need a gurney.” He added, the concern still spread across his whole face like that was it’s permanent home now.

“How do you-?” Meredith asked, just wanting to make sure he was actually right before leaping into action.

“Gurney.” He said, not even answering the question.

“Okay.” Meredith nodded, heading back out into the hallway and coming back a few moments later, pushing a gurney in front of her as there wasn’t too much room to work with.

“Owen...” Amelia whimpered once she was lying down, squeezing her hands into fists.

“30, 45 minutes, an hour max.” He said, reminding her of how long the surgery took. “We’ll take you up, in, out, done.” He continued, running a hand through her hair which was now just a little bit sweaty.

“What about the girls...” Amelia spat out, her out right and well known refusal at any time for any kind of pain medication really biting her in the ass this time around.

“We’ll be watching them.” He assured her. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to their little ones, whatever that meant.

And he was right. 45 minutes, in, out, done. No complications, no disasters, nothing hard at all. In no time Amelia was set up in a recovery room, and Owen was sitting in one of the chairs at her bedside, his hand on top of hers, watching as she lay there so peacefully.

Amelia blinked an eye open, the other eye followed shortly after. The world seemed kind of hazy, she couldn’t quite get her brain to cooperate like it usually did. She moved her head in her pillow, alerting Owen to the fact she was awake.

“Hey....” He said softly.

“Mmmhmm.” She said, rolling her head slightly to one side so she could see him better.

“No complications, nothing out of the ordinary.” He said, moving his hand from the bed to the chair as Amelia moved hers.

“You have patients.” She muttered, wondering what he was still doing here.

“You could say I’m with one right now. She’s doing just fine. A little groggy, but not anything we wouldn’t expect.” Owen said, putting his hands together on his lap.

“Then she doesn’t need you does she.” Amelia said, still feeling pretty heavy and sleepy.

“I think she might need me to stay for a while longer, observation.” Owen said in a mock serious tone.

“Nice try Dr. Hunt.” Amelia closed her eyes before she had even finished speaking, and before Owen could say anything else she had drifted back off to sleep.

Owen took off his lab coat and draped it over the back of the chair, getting himself slightly more comfortable. He was going to be there for a while, Derek was with his grandma hopefully behaving, so he didn’t intend on going anywhere.

[wellimhavinga3outof10day]

All right, so @thislifeisawasteland tagged me to answer a bunch of questions that are actually an ask meme, but w/e. (There are kind of Riverdale spoilers in this post? I’m bitter, sue me.) Here we go:

Full name: I’m not really gonna tell you that, so settle for Jessica

Zodiac sign: Taurus

3 Fears: Death, spiders... that I’ll never fall in love?

3 things I love: Chocolate, green tea, & my laptop

4 turns ons: Humour, kindness, bad pick-up lines, goofy smiles

4 turns offs: Racism, homophobia, an annoying voice, a terrible smell in general?

My best friend: Like all of them

Sexual orientation: Bi

My best first date: I’ve only had one first date, so walking around the mall

How tall am I: 5'8"

What do I miss: My friends, knowing Jughead was safe and happy smh

What time was I born: 9:04 a.m.

Favourite colour: Red

Do I have a crush: Not unless we’re counting fictional characters

Favourite quote: *gross sobbing* “It’s like my home.” Nah, I’m kidding, I don’t really have a fave quote

Favourite place: My library

Favourite food: Chocolate

Do I use sarcasm: No, never...

What am I listening to right now: "Leave” by Jojo (lmao, idk why)

First thing I notice in new person: Their hair, tbh

Shoe size: 6 1/2 (yes, I have tiny fucking feet)

Eye colour: Blue

Hair colour: Brown/blonde

Favourite style of clothing: Casual, comfy

Ever done a prank call? Yes and omg worst experience of my life, almost had a panic attack, never again

What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Pink

Meaning behind my URL: It’s a line from White Collar

Favourite movie: He’s Just Not That Into You (it’s on Netflix now, I’m so excited!!), also Pretty in Pink

Favourite song: Atm, “Prom Queen” by Molly Kate Kestner

Favourite band: ??? idk man

How I feel right now: Pretty good

Someone I love: Jughead Jones (honestly, fight me)

My current relationship status: Single af

My relationship with my parents: It’s good

Favourite holiday: Christmas

Tattoos and piercings? My ears are pierced and I have no tattoos

Tattoos and piercing i want: I kinda want a sternum piercing, and a rose vine tattoo up my side

The reason I joined Tumblr: I was filling out my social media quota before I went to uni

Do I and my last ex hate each other? Well, I didn’t think so but then she made me answer all these questions, so? It’s up in the air ;)

Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? Nah, never (unless you count my mom checking to see if I’m awake when I’m home alone)

Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope

When did I last hold hands? ...? Fairly recently probably, I hold my mom’s hand all the time.

How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 20 minutes, maybe?

Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope

Where am I right now? At my desk

If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? N/A, never been that drunk

Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Reasonable (pretty quiet actually if you ask other people)

Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Yup

Am I excited for anything? Jughead to be loved and cared for and warm and safe, for the love of god.

Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? All right, well “can” and “would” are different words, so technically yes, but I wouldn’t?

How often do I wear a fake smile? Rarely

When was the last time I hugged someone? Last night?

What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? Eh, might bug me a little, but you go girl. (I mean, as long as it’s not an old man.)

Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? I don’t think so?

What is something I disliked about today? Today just started, buddy. Umm... for some reason my hands are really sweaty? I hate that?

If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Atm, the cast of Riverdale, but that’ll change in like a month if not a day.

What do I think about most? Probably w/e I’m writing atm.

What’s my strangest talent? ...? I don’t have very minute talents, idk what to tell you. I’m very talented at drinking too much green tea and procrastinating things I actually want to do.

Do I have any strange phobias? Mustard

Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind, probs.

What was the last lie I told? ...? I lie a lot, idk. I probs lied on here. Kidding, don’t think I have. Umm... I honeslty have no idea. It’s anyone’s guess.

Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Both are horrible and probably the worst forms of communication, but I’m gonna go with the phone b/c I have an unnecessary grudge against Skype.

Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Maybe? and yes.

Do I believe in magic? Little magic, sure.

Do I believe in luck? To an extent.

What’s the weather like right now? Sunny, average temp

What was the last book I’ve read? I’m in the middle of Crooked Kingdom right now, but the last book I finished was I’ll Give You The Sun

Do I like the smell of gasoline? Yes

Do I have any nicknames? Yes: Jess, Jessie

What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I broke my wrist by getting knocked down a hill and landing on concrete.

Do I spend money or save it? Save it.

Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope

Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yeah, more things than I expected too, tbh.

Favourite animal? Pigs

What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Talking to Rachael on Tumblr/watching Misfits

What do I think is Satan’s last name is? Claus (yes, I know it said Satan not Santa, but it’s a conspiracy)

What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? I Don’t Wanna Be Sad by Simple Plan

How can you win my heart? Be nice and funny and care about me (honestly giving a shit about me is really all I need, my standards are fucking low as shit)

What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Idk but something kind of weird and maybe a quote I like?

What is my favourite word: Feral

My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Ugh, I don’t want to do this.

If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? “I love you, take care of yourselves.”

Do I have any relatives in jail? I don’t think so...

I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Flight

What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? Umm... lots of things, I’m sure.

What is my current desktop picture? It’s a city that Natasha made for a class and it’s super pretty and green.

Had sex? Nope

Bought condoms? Yes, actually

Gotten pregnant? Nope

Failed a class? Nope

Kissed a boy? Nope

Kissed a girl? Yup

Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Nope

Had a job? Yes

Left the house without my wallet? All the time

Bullied someone on the internet? I don’t think so, I hope not

Had sex in public? Nope

Played on a sports team? Yes

Smoked weed? No

Did drugs? No

Smoked cigarettes? No

Drank alcohol? Yes

Am I a vegetarian/vegan? No

Been overweight? No

Been underweight? No

Been to a wedding? Yes

Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes

Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yes

Been outside my home country? Yes

Gotten my heart broken? Eh, probably not

Been to a professional sports game? Yes

Broken a bone? Yes

Cut myself? No

Been to prom? Graduation in Canada, but yes

Been in airplane? Yes

Fly by helicopter? No

What concerts have I been to? So I went to like three in a row a few years ago: One Direction, Marianas Trench and... shit, I thought there were three... it might have been two... oh! Shawn Mendes! (And I’m listening to him right now and I forgot that, lmao)

Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes

Learned another language? Kinda

Wore make up? Nope

Lost my virginity before I was 18? Nope

Had oral sex? Nope

Dyed my hair? Yes

Voted in a presidential election? Federal election yes, I’m Canadian

Rode in an ambulance? Nope

Had a surgery? Nope

Met someone famous? Nope

Stalked someone on a social network? I don’t think so

Peed outside? Nope

Been fishing? I have.

Helped with charity? Nope

Been rejected by a crush? Yes

Broken a mirror? Nope

What do I want for my birthday? *laughs* Umm... not a clue. 

How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 4: Marcia, Whit, Eli, & Beth

Was I named after anyone? My middle name is my Oma’s middle name too, but my first name’s not from anywhere

Do I like my handwriting? I used to b/c it was literally flawless when I was younger, but now it’s like a mess, so no.

What was my favourite toy as a child? Should I even remember this? Barbies, probably.

Favourite Tv Show? Atm, Riverdale

Where do I want to live when older? Not a clue. Probably Toronto or Vancouver? Maybe somewhere in Europe. Who knows?

Play any musical instrument? I used to play guitar but I probably can’t remember any of it.

One of my scars, how did I get it? Idk if I have any scars, man. There’s like kind of a scar by my elbow? But how I got it is a mystery.

Favourite pizza toping? Green peppers

Am I afraid of the dark? Nope

Am I afraid of heights? Nope

Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? No, I don’t think so. (I once was caught squirting water in a guy’s face? But he kind of deserved it.)

Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? I don’t think so...?

What I’m really bad at: Figuring out my life

What my greatest achievements are: I once predicted the end of a book, does that count? And my highest post here is almost at five thousand notes?

The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me: "I love you, but sometimes I just don’t like you.” (Honestly, I deserved it, but it was savage af.)

What I’d do if I won in a lottery: Buy a house, buy a lot of fandom merch, invest a bunch... 

What do I like about myself: I’m pretty laidback, I know what I want for the most part, and I try to be a good person.

My closest Tumblr friend: Not this again.

Something I fantasise about my ex: (lmao my first instinct was to put “dying” and that’s not true, my babe, I’m sorry) Honestly? Just having sex, like nothing fancy.

[movietvtechgeeks]

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Richard Speight Jr. talks 'Supernatural' behind the scenes

I had the pleasure of chatting with one of my favorite people at the Nashville Supernatural convention last month – Supernatural actor and director Richard Speight, Jr. I’ve known Richard since his very first Creation con appearance almost a decade ago, and I always enjoy his thoughtful insights about the show. Nashville is a particularly fun place for Richard to be, since it’s also his hometown. In fact, he was busy planning a tour for a small group of lucky fans for the next day when we met up at the green room backstage to do this interview.  Turns out there were a bunch of very tired people catching a few minutes of much-needed sleep in the green room, so Richard resourcefully pulled some chairs off a stack in the hallway and made our own little interview area (the backstage area of the hotel is literally a series of hallways that thread through the kitchen and storage areas and then spill out into the main hall, which is fairly typical for convention hotels. Not exactly scenic, but you take what you can get!) Richard: Sorry. Lynn: Not my first rodeo. Look how versatile I am (balancing an audio recorder precariously on a ledge and an iPad on my backpack on the floor) Richard: (with raised eyebrow) Yeah, you’ve got a lot of machinery there… Lynn: So how are you? (The audio recorder tumbles off the ledge, closely followed by the iPad falling off the backpack) Lynn: You know, I thought I was being so smart and resourceful… Richard: (Goes to get another chair) Lynn: Thanks. Richard: So I’m good, how about you? Lynn: Me too. You’ve been busy busy busy. Richard: You too. Bravo on Family Don’t End With Blood (the upcoming new book written by Supernatural fans and cast). Pleasantries and balancing acts over, we got down to business – that is, chatting about the episode that Richard directed earlier this season, which had just aired before the Nashville convention. ‘Stuck In The Middle (With You)’ was an emotional and innovative episode, written by Davy Perez so that the action shifts backwards and forwards in time, from multiple points of view, and as a sort of homage to Quentin Tarantino’s filmmaking. I can only imagine that the episode was challenging to direct, but Richard really pulled it off! Lynn: So all the Tarantino touches, were they already written in? Richard: Some of them were, yes. For the most part. Davy had a very clear style in mind for telling the story non-linearly. Lynn: I’ll say! Which was awesome. Richard: For example, for the table scene, he referenced that he’d like to see it like the diner scene in Reservoir Dogs, and of course he had the box with the gold light ala Pulp Fiction. It had a very Shaolin Master feel to it, which is a style Tarantino pulls from a lot, and it was largely Davy putting those in there.  The slow motion walk thing, he put that in there too. Lynn: Were you already a Tarantino fan? Richard: Oh yeah, absolutely. Lynn (who understands a thing or two about being a fan): So was this a really exciting thing, were you like oh wow, I got an episode that’s totally a Tarantino homage? Richard: I was, I was excited and I was also very intimidated because of the enormity of the story. I had two fight sequences – the previous episode I directed had none. I had five major characters and they all had story lines that had to be serviced. I had shifting perspectives so I had to film scenes from various angles and various perspectives, so that when we had to flash back to them or go to them from a different person’s perspective, it looked and felt the same but different. Lynn: Wow, complicated. Richard: (nods) So it was a real challenge in terms of the technical aspects of it, so I did find it intimidating. But what Davy started with the writing was great because it was basically like rolling a boulder down the hill in terms of the momentum it took on as we went along, because then I decided oh, I can totally go stylized with this, we’re gonna go cinematically stylized, and I can dive in and keep fanning the flames in that direction. So that led to a lot of Western themes that I put in there, and to a Western score that got put in. Lynn: Oh yes, because that really added to it – the Western theme and music, it made the character of Ramiel seem sort of reminiscent of Cain. I was watching the episode at an academic conference, believe it or not, in a hotel room with some other Supernatural fans, and everyone was saying that – the music gave it a real Western feel. Richard: Yeah, it did. I’m a big Sergio Leone fan, and it felt like there was a lot we sort of pulled from that with the stand off with this character – from how I placed the camera, to how I used the camera, I used the split diopter shots to change focus, which is an old Western technique. I kind of embraced that world because it felt right for the story, and it worked really well with what Davy had already teed up in there. Lynn: It did, it worked really well with that character. It made Ramiel , who was a one time character, nevertheless a really interesting one. Richard: He’s awesome. Lynn: He embodied that part. Richard: Yeah, he was great. He came in and auditioned and he was just fantastic. We cast him out of Canada, and a lot of times those heavy hitters are out of Los Angeles. He lives in Vancouver – he’s an American, but he lives in Vancouver. And he was just fantastic. I wanted somebody who knew the martial arts. Lynn: Oh yes, you said he does his own stunts? Richard: He’s a world champion martial artist. So we never doubled it – except when he got hit by the car. Lynn: (laughing) Well okay, I should hope so! Richard: But even that was more of an effect, I mean, he did everything. In the fight scene with Jared and Jensen, he was just dynamite. And I wanted him, because I wanted somebody who knew how to hold a spear, who looked right when he had to pull that thing out of his shoulder, who could turn around and look like he knew what he was doing. It mattered to me tremendously that the actor looked like he could defeat Sam and Dean. Lynn: Which is really saying something, because – well, Sam and Dean! So with the spear, was there something there or was that entirely VFX? Richard: No, no that was there. We had a spear. We took it away and then put it back. Lynn: Oh okay, because I don’t know how otherwise he would have made it look that real.  And speaking of real, acting wise, I told Misha how much I loved his performance in that scene where Cas was almost dying. It could have so easily gone over the top. Even the way it was written, it could have. And, like I told him, that’s a lot to do with his acting. But it’s also a lot to do with you. How do you walk that fine line to make it emotional but not over the top so people won’t go ‘oh, come on…’? Richard: Well for starters, I’ve got to give Misha the credit for most of that scene. That was Misha.  I didn’t really give him any notes. He came in, and I think I used mostly take one for the edits and then a little bit from take two. But he mostly kind of nailed it right out of the gate. And I think Jared and Jensen and Misha and Mark, the four of those guys have a really good sense of the reality of the show. Which is a heightened reality. Lynn: Yes, but still reality. Richard: But which is grounded in the framework of that universe. So there’s a lot of stuff in Supernatural that in the wrong hands could be cheesy. Lynn: For sure. Richard: But it never goes there, because those guys always play the honesty of the beat and the moment. So Misha playing that moment, you know, I think if I leant anything to it, it’s insisting that we be consistent in how beaten up he is. I didn’t want him pretty, I wanted him sweaty, I wanted him gross, I wanted the blood to be awful. When he comes in the bar with Mary carrying him, I made Sam (Smith) wear knee pads because I wanted her carrying his full weight, so if she fell, she fell. Like I did not want it to look like anything was easy. I wanted his journey to be difficult, because he’s on TV - No one actually thinks he’s going to die. Lynn: No, not really. Richard: So we have to go as far to the cliff as we possibly can emotionally, and make it not easy.  That was this character’s journey – not pretty, not sexy, not romantic. So many things are like that for those boys, I think maybe keeping him gross and uncomfortable and sticky, maybe that helped put him in that headspace. I don’t know, but maybe it did. But from a director’s standpoint, I did nothing more than point a camera at him and let him do his thing, and it’s great. Lynn: I think that probably does make a difference, it sort of grounds them in the moment. I mean, you know, you’re an actor, you have to get in that headspace, you know how it feels. And all those things help. Richard: Well, I direct the way I like to be directed and I try to shoot things the way I like to be framed and shot, so I think it helps that I’ve been in that position before. Maybe it lends some credence to my opinions when speaking to actors, that I’ve been in that place before. Lynn: Jensen has said the same thing about being an actor and a director.  And I’ve heard guest actors say that they appreciate that, that he knows what it’s like to be the actor. Richard: Right. Lynn: There were some gorgeous shots in this episode. I’m a big fan of (director of photography) Serge Ladouceur, I know you are too – I mean, he makes things beautiful. Richard: (nodding enthusiastically) Oh man… Lynn: How much of that is you and him working together? For instance, that beautiful scene of Ramiel stabbing Cas, it was breathtaking. Did you know when you were shooting it that it was going to look that great? Richard: There’s nothing I’ve ever done with Serge in the two episodes I’ve directed where what I’ve had in my mind doesn’t pale in comparison to what he does. I have a shot design and he and I go over it. Serge and I talk constantly during the process, we ride to set together and we ride home together, so we talk about what worked before, what worked that day. I make him play a game called what’s your favorite shot of the day? Lynn: (laughing) Richard: And we tell each other our favorite shots of the day. Lynn: Well I hope that was somebody’s favorite shot of the day! Richard: It was certainly mine! And that day was full of great shots. That night we shot Mary running down the stairs and Castiel coming out the window, we shot Misha getting hit by the car, we shot that shot, we shot Jerry  walking up with that wide, beautiful shot with the tree up behind him, which I love. But that shot of Jerry – Ramiel – stabbing Castiel, it is a feature film shot. Lynn: Exactly, that’s exactly what it is. I have a collection of favorite cinematic shots from when I’ve interviewed Serge, and that’s going in that folder. Ricahrd: And I mean, I can take credit for framing the shot. But I cannot take credit for how he’s able to light it up like that. But that’s Serge. He knows where to put the key lights, he knows – I like to think I give him enough fun ideas to make him feel like his work is being utilized properly, you know what I mean? Lynn: (nodding) Mm hmm Richard: It would be terrible if we had lit that space that beautifully and I never shot it, so I was happy to put the camera lights on that shot. And Jerry, again, perfect example. Because he knows how to use a spear, and he knows how to hold his body, he looks like a fucking dragon, man. I mean his legs are set, and he like stabs and rears back and it’s just fantastic the way he uses his body. So that’s why I wanted a martial artist, I didn’t want an actor trying to look tough. You know, I talked to casting about it, and Andrew Dabb and Bob Singer and I talked. I wanted Anthony Hopkins. I wanted an older man who was scary sitting still. Lynn: Yeah, that was him. Richard: And so when Jerry came in, I made them put him in dull clothes and flat hair and the little fishing cap when he’s out there gardening, like I didn’t want anything about him to be scary until he was scary. Lynn: Yes, yes, and that contrast is what made it so creepy! Richard: Right Lynn: And the music too, the whistling, holy shit. Richard: Yeah, so I just loved that, it was a great shot, with a great performance by Misha on the ground and Jerry with that absolutely epic stance. So I agree, I think that’s a beautiful piece of cinematography. Lynn: You also made the decision to use a lot of really close up shots. There’s Dean loading the gun, there’s Ramiel holding the stopwatch,  there’s that shot that will be a million gifs of Dean and Sam clasping Castiel’s hands to pull him up. What was the rationale behind those tight shots? Richard: For starters, I wanted in the fight sequence that you’re talking about where we’re close on faces, I wanted that very much from the Sergio Leone school – tell the story with the eyes, get the camera close, keep it wide and close and let the tension build with the looks on the faces and the moment, beads of sweat, you know, and try to build the tension. Lynn: It really worked. Richard: It works great. Misha with the cracked face, and breathing heavy, those moments add to the tension of this stand off. It was an old west standoff, like a duel sort of thing. And so you utilize those tools that have been utilized so effectively in that genre forever. I wanted to tell that story there. What other places did you mention? Lynn: Oh, that shot of Dean loading the gun. Richard: Dean loading the gun was because you needed to know what those bullets were. So I wanted to make it cinematic while also telling that story. And I used a 100 mm macro lens which makes a really cool tight shot, and Ackles is so adept at using the weapon. Lynn: Yes, just like Dean. Richard:  I think showing the details of those boys doing what those boys do really well is part of the fabric of the show. Lyn: It was, that’s what made it so cool – it was an iconic shot, because it’s who the Winchesters are, what they do. And the shot of both Sam and Dean pulling Castiel up, was that scripted, or was that you? Richard: That was me. Lynn: (clapping) Oh that was just great. Richard: I just felt like after the family scene, I knew we’d be coming back from a commercial  and I knew we needed a frame that brought us back to where we’d been in the story and I just thought it would be a really cool shot. You’d see the hand come in, and then the other hand come in, and then they pull him up and it’s just like family. It just said family to me. Lynn: It said family to everyone. Richard: And yet, unemotional – I mean, it said it cinematically without trying to be emotional. It was simple. Lynn: And it didn’t need any dialogue. Richard: That’s what I’m saying, it was a simple way of saying, ‘we’ve got each other.’ Lynn: Yes. Exactly. I thought that was brilliant. You got two iconic shots in one episode! Richard: I was real proud of that hand shot, and I felt like it would resonate. You know, for the scripts that I get and I know there’s a lot too in America 101 or anything I do, I get emotionally wrapped up in it, maybe because I’m an actor or maybe all directors do, I don’t know. But I really get…when I was doing ‘Just My Imagination’ and Jared was delivering that speech with Sully about having to go back in the Cage, I was completely choked up during that. I mean, I’m not immune to the emotion of what these scenes are. Lynn: Even when you’re filming them. Richard: Even when I’m filming them, when I’m watching the monitor, I’m engaged because these guys are so good. Lynn: They so are. So much emotion comes through. Richard: And I’m engaged in what they’re doing.  I mean, they get to me. And Jared doing that scene just blew me away. Like Jensen going through the whole ‘we’re family’, you know, where he had that whole thing – it was beautiful. Lynn: I teared up, NGL. Richard: And Jensen made a very specific choice – we talked about that, and the script was sort of pushing Dean to go a different way and he said that’s not what Dean would do, Dean would do this. And I said, well you ARE Dean, so you do what Dean would do and I’ll just put the camera there and you can do it. And he did and he just crushed it and it was beautiful. Lynn: It so was. Richard: There’s something about the emotional content that those boys bring. I get wrapped up in it and I knew – I guess this is about the hand shot really, I knew that I needed – there was something just really powerful about the helping hand, you know? Lynn: Mm hmm. It’s sort of, it could be the icon for the new book.  Family Don’t End With Blood in one gif. Richard: Yeah, like never leave a man behind. And the cool thing is all the angles, so you frame that up and you’ve got two hands reaching down and two hands reaching up. Lynn: Even the rhythm of it worked. Richard:  I’ve seen some reaction online, and I’ve been really pleased by how well received that shot is. Lynn: Oh yeah. I think as soon as I saw it, I said out loud, oh that’s a gif. That’s a high compliment from fandom. Richard: And I loved Jerry’s acting so much – I had him laugh during his death, I had Ramiel give me a big laugh – like, don’t die on me until you laugh. I want Sam to feel like it didn’t work – I want him to think shit, does this thing kill this guy? Lynn: Because it did take a really long time… Richard: Yeah, I wanted him to laugh and you know, the laugh is somewhere between you think this is going to kill me and nice work kid, you got me. You know, this is sort of the old gunslinger giving props to the young  guy. And I don’t know if they’ll ever do this, but I just wanted it to be just left with the sense of okay, he went up in a puff of smoke, but did he die? Lynn: And that’s just so quintessentially Supernatural, you know? I mean, did Cain die? I still don’t know! (I hope not because, Tim Omundson!) Richard: That’s the thing, because I thought that Ramiel was a really well written role. And then Jerry took it to another level and I thought, that’s the kind of guy that I would love to see back on the show. So I wanted to give him as much meat as I can as a director to help them find an excuse to bring him back. Lynn: To leave that open, yeah. Everyone immediately said to him, we want you back, one episode wasn’t enough! Richard: He was great. Lynn: At the last convention, Misha was giving you a lot of grief about putting him in the path of that truck. He claims you promised him you wouldn’t. Richard: Everything he says is true. Lynn: (cracking up) You really promised you wouldn’t do it and then did it? Richard: I swore on a stack of bibles I’d never put him in the road with the car. But part of that is because then I decided how to shoot it. By the time we got to the moment, where we put the camera and how it sort of crushed the depth of field, we could have Misha pretty far away from the car. Lynn: Ah, I see. How far? Richard: (gestures across the hallway) I mean, if my leg was here, the car was over there. Lynn: Oh okay that’s not bad. Richard: See what I’m saying? But it is true that he can’t see how far away it is from where he was. Lynn:  So he didn’t really know where it was. Richard: Right, exactly. But I had the camera low enough that -- it was all about him, you’re not supposed to know that a car is coming, so it’s a low shot over Misha, so the distance is not evident in that shot. Lynn: It really isn’t, it did look like it was right near him. I gasped. Richard: Cool. Good. But yes, I lied to Misha’s face. Lynn: (laughing) He survived. I thought Mark also did a really good job in his scene showing some emotion in Crowley when Cas was dying. Which we see more of in the next episode. Was that something in the script or… Richard: No, again I think Mark made really strong choices on his own. Mark liked the way the story was going, he really recognized in Jerry a skilled foe as a character and as an actor, so they were able to do their scenes together and have a lot of fun with it. And Mark came on and did the flashback part of it and the current part of it. Lynn: The flashback part of it, btw, Mark looked so different and so much younger! For a minute I thought, did they pull some footage from back in season five or something?  Makeup must have done an amazing job. Richard: They did. We cut back the beard and Trish in the makeup department did a great job making him look young. Lynn: He even looked more innocent somehow. Richard: (nodding) No, he did, he had a wider eyed expression – and that’s Mark. Trish did her job at a very high level and then Mark added his own little energy, and he’d done his research. So you know, you’re talking about four guys who know their characters so well and are such professionals. My concern was never gee, I wonder if Mark will be on point, I knew Mark would come in with his decisions made and that they’d be the right decisions, and if I could help in any way, I would. And he might say, what do you think of this or that and I’d throw my two cents in, but I was more in that scene helping Jerry get up to speed, because it was his first day, he doesn’t know the world. And helping the story be told with the cameras as opposed to worrying about that performance. Because Mark knows that guy better than I do. (That’s what makes Richard a great director, imho). Lynn: Right. There was a scene at the beginning that some fans had an issue with, when Sam says to Mary ‘are you okay’ and she sort of brushed him off and walked away. Richard: Well, has their mother ever been in a bad mood? This woman has a lot of shit going on, and at that moment, the last thing she needed was a heart to heart, she had a ticking clock and a guy about to walk in the room and a thing to steal downstairs that was a very intense thing to steal. And she was putting people’s lives at risk doing that, so I feel like it was great – it wasn’t TV and that’s why I liked it. I feel like people who were worried about that, they’re really worried about Sam’s feelings, and not the reality of the scene. Lynn: Definitely, that’s right. We care about these characters, and we do worry about their feelings. They’re fictional characters, but we care about them anyway. A lot. I see what you’re saying though, about what was happening at the time. Richard:  That scene, if it were a real moment, a ticking clock moment, she would have been ‘put a pin in it, let’s talk about it later’. And if she has an answer that’s not warm and wonderful, I think that’s okay because it’s human. Lynn: I was talking to Jensen about this today. It’s interesting to see where they’re going with Mary, because they’re showing her as human and flawed and complex, which is great especially for a female character, like let’s make her a fully fleshed out character not a stereotype. But at the same time, they’re really pushing the envelope. They’ve written her in a way that makes it seem like she doesn’t care about her boys, and that’s very hard to swallow. At this point at least, the fandom doesn’t like her, so when the redemption arc happens, as it certainly will, it’s going to be a tough sell. Richard: (nodding) I’ve watched the shows before my episode, and she’s not a great mom in some of these sequences. Lynn: No, she’s not. I mean, John wasn’t a great dad either. Richard: Right. There are some moments when she doesn’t hug Dean when you really want her to… Lynn: God yes, I SO want her to… Richard: And that’s good writing and good drama. If everything goes the way it always should go, this show would be incredibly boring. There’s gotta be roadblocks, there’s got to be emotional walls, there’s got to be miscommunications and the things that make humans human and humanity complex, otherwise you’ve got nothing. Lynn: Talk a little bit about choreographing those epic fight scenes. I’ve been lucky enough to be on set a few times to watch (stunt coordinator) Lou Bollo work through some fight scenes, and it’s almost like a ballet dance, the way it’s choreographed. Richard: It is like that. Lou and I talked about the fight scenes the first day I showed up, for two reasons. Number one, he’s an expert and I’m not. And  number two, I had ideas but I wanted to run them through the Lou filter because I didn’t want to pitch an idea that was insurmountable. Lynn: So did you have ideas of how you wanted to shoot it? Richard: It’s like visual effects. I know where I want to go, but then they’re gonna take it to the next level. So I’ll go to Mark in visual effects and say hey I’m thinking of this that and the other and he’ll go great, that means we can do this that and the other. And this will be really cool. Or we can do it this way and it will look even cooler. And I’m like great, I’ve gotten us this far and I like your addition to it, and we’ll go that direction Lynn: I’m always so impressed with the collaboration on Supernatural, how collaborative it all is. Richard: This is definitely a team sport. Film making is a team sport. Lou and I talked long and hard about a very martial arts feel to the fight. We wanted a very specific spear centric feel to that fight. So he worked long and hard with Jesse and the other stunt players to be sure that’s what they could pull together and they did it beautifully. Lynn: They absolutely did. Richard: And I had a real gift in that I had three actors – Jared, Jensen and Jerry – who essentially don’t need stunt doubles. Now we did use stunt doubles for Jared and Jensen just to give them a breather, because they have to do it so much and they do it often and we don’t want to get them hurt, they’re the stars of our show. But you do that for them, not because they need it. They can do all these things really really well and are experts at it in their own right. And Jerry, I never used a stunt double. He knew what he was doing and I didn’t mind burning Jerry out, I knew if he was tired the next day his scene was wrapped. Lynn: (laughing) Good point. Richard:  And he was a total pro, very safe, he knew what he was doing. And because of the way I staged the fight with him in the center, at any given moment I would see his face because you might see the back of his head but then he might turn to hit Sam, from both directions, so I needed to be able to not have to cut around that character. So I wanted him to be able to spin around and be able to use all those looks. Lynn: Oh, right, right. Richard: And he was so good at doing all that stuff, and so Lou and I talked long and hard about that early on. So they started doing the beginning stages of the fight scene, and they’d bring them to me and we’d sort of adjust it. And we had Jensen use a shovel to sort of give Jensen a similar martial arts tool. Lynn: Fandom loved that – like, is Dean Winchester fighting the sword of Michael with a shovel? Of course he is! Richard: (laughing) But it makes sense, right? It makes sense for the character, we’re in a barn, let’s use something that lives in that space, let’s utilize it. So Lou was a great set of ears in terms of what I wanted to do with story and character and he made sure that Jerry had the tools to work on early on so he could practice, and then just worked on it a lot. That unit worked a lot on that fight sequence, and then shooting it went very smoothly because it was so well rehearsed and Brad Creasser and Brian Rose are so good at shooting fight sequences that. I mean, it took time, but not an inordinate amount of time. It’s a well oiled machine and everybody in that room had done alot of fight sequences except for me, so they knew very easily how to execute what there was to execute. And I had a list of things I had to be sure to hit, and those things came together very quickly because we prepped our faces off for a very long time for that fight. I think the fight was the last thing we shot in the barn, because I had to blow out the doors, because I had Sheppard going through the doors. Lynn: Oh, that’s right! Richard: So I couldn’t do the fight scene earlier, then the doors wouldn’t be solid. So I had to do it late in the game. Lynn: And I think you tweeted that Mark added that scream? Richard: He added the scream in the audio booth and it was a great add, a nice little detail. So yeah, that fight sequence and then the fight sequence on the front porch, so obviously Jen (Jennifer Cheon), the actress who played Ronnie, the demon who killed Wally, she needed to get the better of Wally and she was an adept athlete herself – I don’t know if she has a stunt history, but… Lynn: She was imposing looking. Richard: She was a very cinematically interesting person, a striking figure in film, taller than Wally and just looked like the right person – it looked appropriate that she could take him. Lynn: She made it look believable, she moved like it was believable. Richard: And she did a great job, I could use take after take of her. And Donavon (Stinson), who played Wally, was great, he’s a really likable guy on film. I really wanted to try to get a feel for him in the diner scene, so that you’d miss him. Lynn: So you’d care when he was killed, right. And even though we all probably said oh, he’s the red shirt, you cared. Richard: You did, and Donavon brought some great energy and light to that role. It was great having him.  And in terms of Jared’s part of that fight, Lou and I talked a lot about that being Old West. I wanted an old western feel. I added the tea pitcher to be like a bottle, because I wanted it to feel like that. We added breakaway railings too – I had that fight take place on a porch on purpose, because I wanted it to feel like it was a saloon brawl. I modeled it after a saloon brawl. I wanted it to feel like they came out the door and went through the horse railing, so I built it like that. Lynn: And it did! I didn’t necessarily realize it consciously at the time, but all of us watching picked up on that old west vibe. I think subliminally you’re picking up on it. Richard: Right, so I made sure that the pitcher of tea was on the table. Lynn: Was that Jared when you see Sam doing that last stab to kill Ramiel? (Samantha Smith suddenly appears in the hallway behind Richard) Did I hear my name? Lynn: Hi Sam! Oh…it was the other Sam… Richard: It was Jared Sam. Samantha: Oh, okay see you later. Richard:  Lynn, I wondered why you were saying hello to a fictional character… Lynn: (laughing, though really it’s not all that preposterous…) Richard: Yes, Jared did that. Jared is very good -- again, he’s an expert at doing these types of stunts. He has a perfect reverse energy that he can do, which is just great, he knows what he’s doing. Lynn: It worked so well, because yes, these guys really do know what they’re doing. They make it look so real. Richard: As much as I can use the real guys, I want to, because of their faces. Lynn: And they like to do it, I enjoy hearing them talk about it. Richard: And they’re good at it. Lynn: Oh, I wanted to ask you, I think Misha said something about smelling the waitress being an ad lib, and also Jared’s reaction to that? Richard: Yeah, we kept the dialogue really loose in the diner scene. I wanted the diner scene to feel real. Not that you don’t want every scene to feel real, but because of the way I was shooting it, I felt like overlapping lines was fine, I wanted it to feel like guys not that worried about their mission, relaxed at dinner, talking about women or whatever they’re talking about. And that created a relaxed vibe in doing it, and the boys are very good at that kind of thing anyway. And so they had a great time. Jared started improv-ing about why would you want a girl to smell like food. Lynn: Which I thought was a great question, btw. Richard: Right, and they just improv-ed a little back and forth on that until Mary shut them up. And it’s those moments that make it seem real. And Misha did the smelling the waitress, yes. I’m watching the monitor and he was just very subtle – too much would have ruined that bit – but he did it very subtle, sort of leaned up to smell her and it was actually perfect because the camera was coming across him going up to the waitress when he did it and there’s a lot going on, I’m watching a whole take, and then after the take I said, did you just smell the waitress? And he walked over to me and said, I did, and I said, that was brilliant, keep that, that was awesome. So that was his idea. Lynn: So that was just one take? Richard: No, I think we did it again and kept it because it was a great idea. There were a lot of things in there that weren’t in the script, like Jensen doing the snoring bit like nobody cares, that was his add. Lynn: So not surprised about that! Richard: And I love those moments, those were really real. He did that in rehearsal and I said, that’s dynamite man, make fun of it, this is your brother. Have fun with it now because we’re gonna be knee keep in shit for the rest of the episode, so just relax. And again, when you have people who can do that, who have the skill set to do that and the talent to do that, you should let them do it Lynn: Oh yes, you definitely should. I love those ad libbed moments! Jensen and I have this running thing where every episode I try to guess which moments were added, because they always come off as so genuine. Not that the whole show doesn’t seem real, but there’s a qualititative difference to those moments and I’ve gotten good at guessing which they are. That scene worked really well because of those additions, and things like people talking over each other, real life stuff. Richard: Yeah yeah yeah. Lynn: I also liked that scene because it was a Winchesters not on a case moment. That was one of the things I loved and miss so much about Robbie Thompson’s writing, I love that he valued giving us Winchesters at home, or driving around between cases, or just talking or sleeping in the Impala. The things that remind us that we care about these characters, that it’s not just about fighting monsters. Richard: Right, right. Lynn: And that diner scene was like that. Richard: And I will say, that diner scene, which looks effortless – those boys, and all the actors – including Donavon who was guesting and Sam Smith – did a very good job of keeping it very alive and relaxed the whole time, and it made it look easy but it was actually a complicated scene to shoot. Lynn: There was a lot going on. Richard: There were a lot of people and perspectives and a lot of very important dialogue being said in a sort of offhanded way. So to me it was very challenging in terms of how I set it up, but once we got in there and I started shooting, it became very easy because of their ability to play at that level. It takes more skill to improvise than to do scripted stuff, especially if you’re improv-ing around scripted stuff, so you have to come back to the scripted stuff, get those points in, but seem relaxed around the framework of it. It’s actually very complicated. And they never missed a beat, we never had to tape long because they went off it. Lynn: It’s like, they’re aware always of those parameters but they can play within the framework. Jensen told me once how much he appreciates that, having that space to play within, when a director trusts them. Richard: Right, exactly, and it was really really great. Lynn: That kind of stuff fascinates me, it makes so much sense. And to someone who’s not an actor, it’s really interesting. The other interesting scene with Mary in this episode was when Ramiel was saying I just want what’s mine back, that was also hard to understand… Richard: Like, why didn’t she speak up? Lynn: Yeah Richard: That’s a question I can’t answer. Lynn: I figured. Probably more for Davy Perez. Richard:  It’s a Davy question and maybe more for Sam, a how she justified it question. But I feel like the weight of it played well. It played intensely in the moment and the why didn’t she out it right there to save everybody’s life question, that one has deeper roots than I can speak to, but it made for great drama. [caption id="attachment_44357" align="aligncenter" width="338"] Photos: Courtesy of Fangasm[/caption] Lynn: It was definitely dramatic in my house. I was screaming at my television, Mary say something!! So this was your second time directing Supernatural. I remember Jensen saying after his second time directing that it was a real learning curve. Even though you’ve directed other things, what was different this time directing Supernatural than the first time? Richard: I was very nervous this time as always, very obsessed with the details and the minutiae and trying to get it right, but I was nowhere near as petrified as the first time. Different story, different set of challenges. You’re not re-shooting the same episode, so it’s very different. It had its own set of challenges that kept me up at night. But there was a level of nervousness that came with the first one that you’ll never have again… Lynn: I guess that’s good. Richard: (laughing) Because it was the first one, you know what I mean? I mean, I’ll always be nervous, the day I’m not nervous and thinking about it a lot is the day I should hang up my hat because being nervous, that means I’m  focused on the material and I’m doing the best I can to be sure the story gets told in the best way possible. But ‘Just My Imagination’ brought with it a level of excitement that I still have, but a nervousness that I don’t have as much. The first time, the second Jeremy Carver called me and told me I was hired, I stopped sleeping and started sweating. And I had four months before I got the script! Lynn: (laughing) Richard: Because you just don’t know! You can shadow and shadow and study and study, you can learn, you can be an actor on the set, but until you’re the person in the chair making all the decisions, from prep to wrap on the last day, you have no idea how much pressure that is. Lynn: Sounds incredibly stressful. (Richard then had to stop to take a call on his sell, from his son. Which was seriously adorable). Lynn: So one last question. What’s the scoop on Kings of Con? Will we have a Season 2? Richard: We’re really proud of how the show came out. We love the audience response, Comic Con HQ loves the audience response. We’re eager to get back in and do some more, w’ere just waiting for the green light. Lynn: There will be a lot of very disappointed people if you don’t get renewed. It’s an awesome show! At that, we took a few pictures, for which I insisted that Richard put his glasses on (you’re welcome, fandom). For more from this fabulous episode, check out my interview with Jerry Trimble here. And stay tuned for the second Supernatural episode that Richard directed this year – he’s hard at work in Vancouver as I write this!

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