#and i LOVE little bitch demetri

[hawkeene]

demetri alexopoulos actually just graduated from college with a major in being just a little guy and i don't give a fuck if y'all don't get it

[bunnybonesstudio]

I’ll drink to that 🍻

im sorry but we didnt get shy nerdy eli enough in this show i needed at least a season and a half of him slowly building up confidence.

[loveswrites]

Omg I loved ur poly volturi!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ I'm pleading for more!

Uno~ Poly Volturi x reader

Time it took me: I can't even tell you that hell a month? 26 days?

Word count: 1454

To lovely anon: I so happy you loved it! Sorry I took so long I'm trying to get back into my self! Your guys asks always make my day! Just cause I haven't answered doesn't mean That I haven't seen it! I love just about everyone that comes in! <3

Enjoy!

Poly Volturi x Reader

"That's just stupid." Alec said huffing looking at the table in distaste.

"You have to draw four. That's the rules." You Said shrugging.

You, Alec, Jane, Felix and Demetri were currently playing Uno. It took a while convincing everyone to play. Sure you live in a huge castle with the love of your lives but you are still human. You get bored. While Felix was down to play immediately the others were disinterested in playing with you. You got responses like "That's foolish, I have much better things to do, my love." From Caius.

A simple "No." From Jane.

"I'm sorry but I'm busy right now, beautiful." From Demetri.

"It sounds like a waste of time." From Alec.

You even asked Aro and Marcus. Marcus just straight up said he was too old for that shit in so many words. And Aro said he was too hungry to play games but maybe later. 

All the rejection from everyone put you in a sad mood. It's not like you could have friends in the Castle that wouldn't eat you the moment you get a paper cut. The receptionist is a bitch. And there aren't any more humans you have access to. So the fact that everyone said no you were distant with everyone. They all noticed.

You stopped going to trails with Caius. You stopped attempting to give Jane love. You stopped asking Alec to use his powers so you'd be entertained by the dark fog. You stopped asking Felix for piggyback rides. You stopped attempting to play hide and seek with Demetri. 

It had been days since you spoke more than 2 words at a time to any of them. You knew it was affecting them because of the tension that rested upon the castle in a thick fog. They were quick to temper. Quicker than normal that is. And that's saying a lot. 

Marcus had asked you why you hadn't been to any of the trials lately. As it happened to be one of your favorite parts of the day. "I just haven't been in the mood." You told him. He's been on this godforsaken earth way too long to be able to know when to call bullshit. But nonetheless the less he let it go. 

After that you noticed that your love's would attempt to talk to you more. Not just brushing it off as human attitude as Caius would call it. It was small talk but it was an effort.

"Yes I'm fine Demetrius stop asking me." You huffed slightly irritated.

"Did you eat today?" He questioned a little squint in his eyes.

"Yes I eat everyday." You rolled your eyes, gathering the book you were reading from the cold castle floor you were sitting on.

There was the random corner in the Castle that you would just sit in and watch as people- vampires walked through the halls. It had a lot of traffic coming through it which was what you loved. Cauis had offered to have something built for you so you wouldn't have to sit on the floor all the time. But you would always shake your head and tell him "No, just keep it clean for me please." And so he did.

"I fed today. The humans blood was a bit bitter but nonetheless tasty." Demetrius said following you in your attempts to run away from the conversation. 

"You sound like a child."

"And yet here you are acting like one." He snapped.

"I'm sorry?" You said, stopping in your tracks turning to face him.

"You've had this horrible attitude for almost a week for the stupidest thing!" He stated staring at you with his sharp eyes.

"I have not!" You said in attempts to defend yourself.

"Yes you have, don't bother denying it, the whole castle can smell it!" He yelled.

"The lies you tell!" You practically screamed upset you were getting called out.

"Oh really?" Demetrius questioned before you could even blink he had grabbed you by your waist and next you knew you were in a room full of all your mates.

Once you finally felt your two feet touch the ground you couldn't help but get angry. 

"What the fuck is this an intervention?!" You screamed. 

“If that’s what you want to call it, then so be it.” Jane said in a straightforward tone.

“Oh my god what do you guys want?! I just want to be left alone but you all keep bothering me!” You yelled.

“Us bothering you? You were practically begging for attention a couple of days ago now you want to be left alone? Foolish!” Caius yelled, taking you back a bit.

He would yell but he would refrain from yelling at you the best he could. So him yelling at you right now kinda shocked you.

“You wanted to play that card game the other day right? That was when you started acting like such a brat, so we're going to fix that and play it.” Alec stated holding his head high.

“No thanks, I'm good on that.” You said going to turn around to walk away.

“Sit down!” Your mates yelled collectively making you stop in your tracks.

“Sit down please, I’ll shuffle the cards to start.” Felix said in a softer tone.

That was about an hour ago. To not even wanna be sitting here right now it was quite entertaining watching your mates fight with each other about the fact that another was kicking the others ass. 

“I will do no such thing. I've drawn four four times!” Alec yelled, upset he was losing.

“It’s the rules of the game you have to Alec.” Jane said, rolling her eyes at her brother's temper. She was just happy she was winning. For now..

You were all sitting at a grand dining room table. Well Alec, Jane, Felix, Caius and Demtruis were. You were actually sitting on the table. Caius put you up there in attempts to make it harder for you to run away if you tried. 

You did.

You almost hit your head on the way down. 

“I don’t see the appeal of such a game, the cards don’t make sense.” Cauis said busy reading the rules that were on the back of the box.

“Don’t look at my hand! That’s an immature thing to do!” Dem yelled at Felix who kept leaning over to see what cards Dem had in his hand.

You had won the first round so you were busy spectating.

“Immature!? It’s not like we're taking a test!” Felix yelled back, plopping down in his seat.

“You're trying to cheat!” Dem yelled back furrowing his eyebrows.

“Cheat?! I am no cheater! Tell him Amore mio!” Felix said, turning to face you.

“You were cheating, I saw you.” You said blandly.

“Your human eyes don’t under the actions of mine-”

“Her human eyes are perfectly fine!” Dem yelled coming to your defense.

Tuning yourself out of the conversation-well the constant bickering. You found yourself just watching your mates. All were yelling or frowning about something but you couldn’t help the smile that came to your face. Neither of them could stand human games. They hated it with the most of them. Minus video games Alec, Felix and Dem said that those don’t count. Though you always tell them they do, they insist that they don’t. A fight you could never win. 

All of your mates came together to do one simple thing that you’ve wanted to do for months. Once they saw how much the disconnection to just one human thing hurt you, They came together to try to make you feel wanted and seen. Though they can’t see the appeal at all there trying for you. And that’s all you could ever ask for. 

“That’s not four Alec!” You yelled when you saw him try to cheat his way into just grabbing two cards.

“Oh come on! I’m never going to win!” Alec yelled back.

“Not my problem.”

“Maybe winning is just not in your line of blood.” Cauis said with a slight smirk. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Jane and Alec said at the same time turning their sharp red eyes at Caius.

“I mean-”

“Nope! Nope! Draw two more cards Alec I’ll help you win!” You rushed out attempting to try to keep the peace. Well as much peace as it was going to get in the room.

“That’s not fair!”

“I need help as well, I deserve it!”

“So were picking favorites now?!”

“Felix, stop looking at my cards!”

“You can’t pick sides!”

You can’t even lie to yourself you had missed them so much. And the smile on your face told no lies.

[miriadalia]

Alright so, by now in part 2 we have:

People flying to the other side of the globe faster than Flash and with no jetlag consequences apparently 🙄

Robby being SA but everyone treating this as some kind of infidelity or fling (even him, wtf??)

Demetri being unfaithful to his girlfriend (though I was not exactly surprised by this 🙄) Yasmine you deserve better gurl...

Spanish team representation being SO WRONG. And I know because I'm Spanish: we don't say "Ándale" like they were saying when hyping Diego before his fight. That's a Mexican word ����🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ and Maria's surname should have been Álvarez and not Àlvarez, we don't have this accent (`) in Spanish. Please it's really not that difficult to make accurate representations... Especially because THEY WENT TO FREAKING SPAIN!!! Study a little bit for goodness sake!

Korean Cobra Kais being 2D bad guys that apparently don't have any more personality than being violent and ruining everything for Miyagi Do. Seems like only Americans are allowed to have a complex backstory and profound motivations to win. Like: even Axel got the "abused athlete" foreshadow... and he literally had 2 lines of dialogue.

Speaking of Axel, my guy really fell head over heels for Sam in 2 seconds like... That is some other level of crushing here 😳 creepy...

And speaking of the Korean team: wasn't Kwon like the outcast rebel of his class? Now why is everyone suddenly super friendly with him?? Especially Yoon! What happened? Because I understand they respect him now as he earned his place as captain (violently ofc). But they were giggling all over the place wtf...

Tory's mindset and trauma after her mother's death being treated SO LIGHTLY that I want to scream 😖😖. Do you think she would really be in the right headspace to argue about "stealing my boyfriend, bitch"?? Haven't you ever lost a loved one?? I have, and let me tell you: you don't have the heart to suffer for anything else than your loss... Especially not after just one or two weeks.

And then she even had to watch a teammate fucking DIE right before her eyes. Thank you writers for another trauma🤮🤮

And of course, we arrive to Kwon's death... Listen, I don't have anything else to comment rather than: yes, some people are such psychopaths that can't even see how their actions may result in hurting themselves, and they decided to make Kwon a lost cause (I get it, would have preferred some backstory scenes of him to fully understand it, but I get it).

What I don't understand and really gets on my nerves is how ridiculously stupid the reason of the brawl was in the first place. Are you telling me there was not a single sensei apart from Daniel, Johnny and Chozen that would have stopped the fight?? They were like: fuck, yeah, let's allow these kids to fight until they get seriously injured. Let them run up the stairs and kick each other as if they were made of rubber and they wouldn't die if they fall.........

I know that in the professional sports' world there's so much competition and substance use. And that was realistic. But it's teens we are talking about. Really anyone had a good sensei??? Anyone?

Because if that's how it is then I don't see how Cobra Kai might end in part 3 other than banning karate in every country.

That's all for now...

I was really enjoying the season until the end of episode 7 or something...

I hate it when the shock factor wins over the emotional and coherent plot...

That "strategy" has ruined so many good series, and now I don't really feel like watching part 3 😔

[mex-rarksley]

I will not stand for all of this Demetri slander!!

Yes, he is a little bitch, but I still love him :3

And you should too 👁️👁️ :}

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

I hope he gets even worse 💚🤍💙

"demetri is being mean" umm ok. and. i think he's entitled

[msfbgraves]

God bless KK Legends for styling Ralph so very nicely. His hair is thick and fluffy instead of that severe and flat CK hairstyle. HIS CLOTHES ARE NOT FUCK*NG BLUE!!!! He is wearing flattering colors that compliment his skin tone. He looks younger than ever! He is absolutely cute and charming and sweet and THIS IS THE DANIEL THAT WE KNOW AND LOVE. Our totally loveable, pretty, kind-hearted boy!

FUCK the CK writers for treating this angel so poorly for so long. AND FOR PUTTING HIM IN SUCH UGLY BLUES!! Give this olive-skinned, good-looking guy jewel tones and earthy colors!

Never forget, never forgive!

Can't speak for the film, of course, but at least the trailer feels like: "this one's for Daniel." Because Cobra Kai never was even though they literally would not have had a fourth and fifth season without him, or a sixth, because no Sekai Taikai without Terry. I'm being overly dramatic now, but I feel like that trailer alone pulled Daniel out of some toxic relationship we've had to watch him suffer through. Three seconds with Jackie Chan and Ben Wong showing the character genuine respect and some positive styling and everything about Cobra Kai feels extra enraging. Like some asshole boyfriend saying: "You'll never do better than me, so be thankful for what you get, bitch." And that numbness that comes with it. "Maybe they're right. Maybe this is all I'm worth. I try, but I must not be good enough." And here is Jackie Chan with one simple line: "I came here for you", and Ben with one deeply respectful bow - not even Robby's weird tantrum or Demetri's "Can we skip this", no, a simple "Thank you for taking time for me", and it feels like the world saying: "No, you're beautiful and worth it and always were."

Look I'm glad Ralph doesn't seem to mind however poorly his character was treated, as he's fine with working with these three bullies again, but I feel like, for the briefest of moments, the character was done justice, and maybe I can choose to view the three films and this one without ever having to reference Cobra Kai. I mean, YES!!! still for Silverusso, but this constant focus on Daniel's darkest impulses it came with, even that can be tiring. Sure, OK, boy has a Murder Switch, but how he lives is kind and warm and respectful and I love, too, that maybe they offer him a way back into all the depth and warmth of what Miyagi gave him inside himself, without having Miyagi present. Because it seems hinted that even NYC will play a role, so Daniel's American roots will be an asset, something Miyagi didn't have. He can finally make it his, the way Miyagi also said he would: "One day, you teach karate your way", without that meaning the value of the tradition he pulls from is in any way diminished. Shimpo Miyagi took what he learnt from China and made it Okinawan, Nariyoshi Miyagi brought it to America and Daniel-san took it and made that his, another branch on the tree. Finally letting him evolve it, and himself, past his dependence on his sensei.

It's possible the film can't deliver all that but the roots are all there in the trailer and I'd love for Daniel to create and teach his own style because I simply feel it's richer where Johnny's style lacks depth. It's not tang soo do, and when left to be the sole sensei in S6 part 2, he had remarkably little insight to offer other than: "don't hold back." And I also love the potential of Mr Han telling Daniel, "Sensei, you have something our tradition doesn't, please teach us."

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) (Bullying, Kyler being Kyler, Happens before Miguel shows up, Bully!Reader is lovely-dovey down bad for a nerd, Hates herself for it but she can't help it, Reader doing illegal shit to Kylers car because she's a menace to society.) ( @gemini-sensei )

Recently thinking about this because of Bully!Reader.

What if Bully!Chubby!Reader, who is just a straight-up asshole to just about everyone, is kind of a loner, is new to school.

The minute she steps into school everyone just knows something's up. She's kinda punk like (maybe slimy like S1 Robby) and she walks around like she knows what the fuck she wants.

The first time she lays eyes on little Eli she just knows, she wants that dude.

She stares at him from across the room, maybe during lunch. Her eyes just dig into him, but he doesn't see her because he's too busy with talking to Demetri. They're too caught up in some nerd conversation about a new comic or something. She's just staring right at him while picking at her food. A sick little twisted smile on her lips.

But as the day goes on she happens across one of the many “Kyler” events where he's bullying Eli and Demetri. She takes more notice of the fact he likes going after Eli more than Demetri.

She doesn't like that one bit.

She wants to claim him.

For the next week, she basically stalks Kyler around the school maybe even outside of it. This leads to her finding his car, and let's just say that one day some very nasty stuff happens to his lovely car. Said thing involves major property damage.

While she's doing all of this, at the same time she racking up her own little “hits” of kids she messes with. Unlike Kyler she doesn't have a list of specific kids she goes after. Their random and just kids that piss her off in one way or another. Everyone gets the fact that she's doing her picking and bullying at random. No one wants to get in her way or on her bad side.

One day she finds Kyler and his goons once again messing with Eli. This time she catches him physically messing with the boy. Picking him up and getting in his face. Eli is scared shitless, halfway off the ground. They laugh at him and making nasty comments. From not only his body but about his lip. This sends Reader over the edge making her snap. She rushes over to them and physically pulls Eli away from Kyler’s grasp. He falls to the floor with a thud, rolling away, and pushes himself up against a wall. Too scared to even try and run off. He just sits on the floor with wide eyes.

Reader gets in Kyler's face spewing threat after threat. Each new sentence has his goons stepping back. Finally she gets to the point.

“Moskowitz is mine from now on. I'm call dibs on the little shit. Your going to stop fucking with him, unless you want another “accident” to happen with your car again? Maybe next time it will be something worse.” she grins at the way his posture changes. His eyes go wide just a little and he takes a small step backwards.

“What the fuck that was you-”

“I don't think you want to find out.”

He huffs before pushing his goons to leave. They slowly walk off, leaving him behind for just a moment.

“You can have the freak for now! But just for no— your fucking lucky bitch!” and he takes off to follow his friends.

She rolls her eyes and scoffs before turning back around to find her prize. She smirks as she looks down to find her prize. Still on the floor shivering in fright, he stares at her and loudly gulps. He knows her reputation. He has to be her newest victim. Whatever she said to Kyler was able to scare him off which wasn't at all easy.

She bends down, her cleavage right smack down in his face. He's too scared to pop a boner but he's happy about that. Clearly, she just called dibs on him, and Kyler’s bullying privileges have been revoked. She smirks down at him saying “Your mine now dude.” she laughs which sends a chill up his spine. He gulps down a huge spitball.

Apparently, he was trading in bullies for this semester.

(Part two to this is going to be ✨freaky✨😈.)

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

HIIIIII HAPPY MIGUETRI MONDAY!!! It was only a matter of time before my post-S6 shitposting about them started, I fear ^^;

ANYWAYS I was thinking about this mlm-ass hoodie everyone is talking about, and I need to yap about my own headcanon about it. Bear with me!!!

So tbh this seems like...a really weird wardrobe choice to me. Miguel is, imho, the closest thing this cast of characters has to a Token Straight Guy™️. (Like I know I kinda ship him with Demetri or in a poly Miguetreli arrangement, but I'm mostly clowning! It's kind of an AU for me because to me he doesn't actually read as queer in canon.)

But this hoodie is just. Undeniably the gay mlm flag??? Plain and simple??? Out of all the characters to put in this article of clothing, this is baffling me the most. Especially showing him in it while he trains with his long-term girlfriend who he loves very much???

(Side note: I feel like Miguel is aware of what the mlm flag looks like. Moon told him about all the pride flags! Although him accidentally buying a gay pride flag hoodie would in fact be very funny, it doesn't strike me as particularly likely.)

So here's what I'm thinking: This is not a hoodie Miguel Diaz bought. It was a gift from Demetri.

If anyone's been following me for a while, they might have heard me talk about how I think queerness runs in Demetri's family. He seems to have a single mom, and he's never once mentioned his dad. It's very much giving "lesbian woman who didn't realize her sexuality until she already had a kid with a man, for better or for worse." And Demetri's dad being gone...maybe he left Demetri's mom because he was gay??? Or left her FOR a man, perhaps??? I think Demetri's parents 100% had him during a lavender marriage they may or may not have even REALIZED was a lavender marriage.

Anyways, these are just my wild little headcanons, but I do think Demetri's mom has always known he's gay. She sees a lot of herself and Dem's dad in him, and she doesn't want him to make the same mistakes she did and wait until middle age to finally accept his sexuality. SO, naturally, she starts trying to nudge him toward...Realizing Some Things. Including buying and gifting him a fucking gay flag hoodie. Because, like her son, Mrs. Alexopoulos lacks any and all subtlety.

Demetri realizes what she's trying to do, but he pretends he doesn't. He's all "Wow! Thanks! I love the colors!" and then proceeds to never wear this item of clothing to school ever because the poor man gets bullied for enough already. He wears it in private and maybe to the grocery store or something, but not where he'll be around other kids (except maybe Eli, who he has definitely bitched about this at length to. "UGH, why does everyone think I am gay, I am NOT gay!!! I like women, Eli!!! I totally want Yasmine to spit in my face!!! I also want to make out with and exchange handjobs with women, I promise!!! No, I'm not getting defensive!!!"). Hence why we have not seen The Gay Flag Hoodie until now.

Flash forward to The Karate Wars. Demetri has started training on the regular and has grown MASSIVELY, especially his fucking shoulders. Tragically, they are now too broad and jacked and he is too much of an Absolute Unit to fit into the mlm flag hoodie anymore 💔 But it's still perfectly good!!! Quite comfortable and honestly barely worn! So what does Demetri do????

He gives it to his bestie like the generous closeted hero he is.

Miguel is aware he's wearing the mlm flag, by the way. He is okay with this. This is his way of showing he's an ally! Although it WOULD lead to a very amusing conversation with Sam when they first meet up to train.

Sam, eyeing the mlm flag hoodie dubiously: Miguel, um...is there something you wanted to tell me? Miguel: Oh! It was a present from Demetri! Sam, who also absolutely knows What's Up here: ...no explanation necessary, actually.

[galactickle]

A Little Less Sixteen Candles and a Little More "Touch Me"

Chapter 6

Demetri Alexopoulos x reader

Summary: a very self-indulgent fic of what it would be like to date Demetri as Robby's sibling/Johnny's kid.

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6

Masterlist

A few days later Johnny pulled you out of school for a day of ‘father/kid time,” but you really knew he was trying to get info about Robby. You didn’t really want to go but Demetri encouraged you to get to know you father better. You also knew it would be better for him if you had a better relationship with your father, maybe then he wouldn’t show up at your boyfriends drunk out of his mind again. 

The day went surprisingly well, Johnny took you for lunch and then you went to an amusement park for the afternoon. There was minimal arguing, and minimal insults thrown back and forth. You almost considered telling him where to find Robby, almost .

When you came back to school the next day you saw new writing on Demetri's cast.

“What's this?” you lift up his arm lightly, examining the new additions.

“oh-i uh- it’s nothing,” Demetri stutters as he notices your face become enraged, thinking it was about what Kyler drew

“That bitch,” you state before storming off, headed in the direction for where you knew Yasmine and Moon spent most of their free time, your boyfriend hot on your heels, looking confused.

“Listen here, bitch,” you grab Yasmine by the collar, fury in your eyes, “if you ever think of even looking at my boyfriend again, I’m gonna do worse than a front wedgie, got it?” you say, lifting her off the ground a bit.

Realization crosses Demetri’s face behind you, followed by a sly smirk.

“I wasn-” 

“I said. Got. It.?” you accentuate, grip getting tighter on her shirt.

She nods her head rapidly, a quiet “yeah” leaving her lips before you let her go and stalked off, dragging your boyfriend behind you. 

Demetri let you drag him through the school, still in awe at what you had just done. He stops you when you pass a short secluded hallway, pulling you into it with a gentle tug.

He doesn't wait a second before pulling you into a heated kiss. You kiss him back feverishly, barely pulling away to breathe.

“Demetri?”

“Y/N?” 

You quickly snap out of the kiss at the sound of Miguel and Sams's voices, pulling back a bit.

“Uh, what’s, uh, going on? I thought you two weren't into the whole intense PDA thing?”

Demetri chuckles, “Normally no, but Y/N here,” he pulls you back into him, “ was jealous because of what Yasmine wrote on my cast, and threatened to beat her up,” he finishes in a playful tone. 

Before you could protest Sam spoke up, “What did she write on your cast?” she moved towards you, grabbing Demetri's arm lightly, Miguel following, also curious. A blush rises to your cheeks as your friends read the message. 

“Wow, um, that's, um,” Miguel starts

“I get why you were upset, Y/N,” Sam cuts in.

“Yeah, because you're the only one who gets to love my big dick,” Demetri smirks down at you. You hit him on the chest lightly, as Miguel and Sam laugh while backing away, leaving the two of you alone again. 

You look around before leaning back into Demetri.

“It’s not that I’m the only one who gets to love your big dick…” you start in a sultry tone, “It’s just that, she doesn't even know how big it is… or how well you know how to use it… or how good it makes me feel.. or how-” you whisper in his ear seductively. 

“Okay! I get it!” Demetri interrupts your confession, face flushed, and oh is that what you think it is? you smirk to yourself

“next time…” you continue whispering in his ear, “that you decide to tease me in front of our friends… remember,” you look down between the two of you, where his bulge was growing, “that one of us gets visibly turned on, and one of us doesn't.”

Demetri's eyes go wide as he looks down, “shit,”

“Here,” you say sweetly, pulling a notebook out of your backpack to hand to him. He quickly accepts the item, “I’m gonna need that back though,” you say playfully, dragging him through the halls to the nearest bathroom.

[little-paper-ghost-child]

GODS I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS

Here’s the first song story I did

It’s shit because I like barely edited it but whatever it’s done and going out into the world

Tw for: murder, child abuse, strangulation, police (idk if I should add more but Weh)

This is the song

Please remember!!! This is not based off of the song specifically and is just what my brain came up with!!

Anyways here you go

Alex combed his fingers through his hair as he stared down at the photo album. He didn't know how George had gotten a hold of it and he figured it was something violent, but it was still a monster load of unwanted evidence and a hurt in his stomach that worsened as he flipped through the pages. He and Ivan never looked happy per say but everything had seemed so much brighter back then, back before he was alex at all. While he scratched out any mentions of demetri, ivan, or emily, Noticeably, Though he cautiously checked every page and pocket, there was no mention of his father.

He had separate reasons for all of them to be defaced, three separate reasons for three separate things.

Demitri was crossed out because he was dead, he was an idea of what could have been and he was lost. His mother had named him that, and he would not let her have that pride, so he had erased demitri as his quietest form of retaliation.

Emily was crossed out because the bitch didn't deserve to be remembered. She didn't deserve anything she had. And still somehow, she got everything she wanted from the children she hurt and there was never a consequence in the world for her. She was a violent disgusting person unfit to be a mother or a person at all and he hoped nobody had to know her ever again.

He crossed out Ivan for much less angry reasons than the other two, he wanted Ivan to be safe. his little brother. He loved Ivan more than the world itself and hated himself for leaving him.

“Coward” is what the voice in his head called him.

“ monster. Coward. You left him to die in her care.” it gnawed at him every second of everyday and he knew he couldn't go back now. Not while there was evidence still.

“Soon”, he thought.

“Soon is good.”

So Alex continued his work of scratching and defacing all three of the people for all three of his reasons..

It was difficult to do what he needed all the time and never what he wanted, he still felt trapped even out of that hellhole,it really felt like the only difference was that the blood being shed was supposed to mean something.

—

George caught him off guard with the blow to the side of the head and Alex went skittering across the concrete floor.

He felt like everything was underwater and everything was all wrong.

“The fuck?” was all he could manage to string together as he tried to push himself up.

“I've had a change in interest,” George said as he lumbered over.

“Somebody knows how to pay better”

It took longer than Alex liked to form a coherent enough thought to make sense of that.

“To kill me?” choked its way out of Alex's throat while he frantically searched his pockets for any sense of self defense. George twitched a little as he wound up for another hit but didn't answer the question. Alex got to his feet and just barely dodged the second punch, He was racking his brain for something he could use- there was no way he could stand a chance in a fistfight. Alex made it to the drawer in his desk and pulled it open scanning for something, anything that could be used and came back with a letter opener. He thought for a second on how he could use something so small, which hurt considering the previous hit to the side of his head that was definitely less than soft, but he figured something out in the end.

As the larger man approached Alex pretended he could hear his little brother cheering him on, telling him that he could do it, but it was a cruel thing to do because a child let alone a child like Ivan would cheer for something like this.

When George trew his third punch Alex used his smaller frame to an advantage and ducked behind him as quickly as possible.he only had a second to do this correctly and so much of him didn't want this.

“Murderer” said the voice in his head.

“You leave your little brother all alone and you murder the man who has been helping you.”

Alex took a breath for nearly a second, jumped, and planted the letter opener in George's neck.

He made a squeak, and promptly fell over onto the cold concrete.

He was frozen, then. he was locked in place staring down at the presumably dead man

That he had thought was his friend.

“It's not your friend if you have to pay it to care” he reminded himself and closed his eyes tight.

Why did it have to be so hard?

Why did stuff like this come up?

Why couldn't everything just be okay?

Alex wanted so badly for everything to be okay, but there was no way to obtain something like that. He wanted it more than anything in the world and he would never get it, and even when things finally seemed to work out, it always went to shit.

Why did it have to do that?

Why did it have to be so hard?

Why did stuff like this come up?

Why couldn't everything just be okay?

It hit him in a second that all the evidence was gone. All the evidence he could possibly get rid of was gone with George, if everything was gone, there was only one place he was supposed to go.

—

Alex got in his car after he had finished defacing anything that he had left remotely close to a normal keepsake. He left the body, he didn't care. He knew where he was going, he remembered being dragged back by walk or car every time he tried to run away. He could practically hear Emily screaming at him that she swore he was trying to get them in trouble.That he was a disgusting excuse for a child. That his father was waiting for him at home.he could never remember anything but angry flashes after that.

Even though he knew the way perfectly, it still took something out of him to get to the right streets. He figured he had a concussion but now was not the time to worry about that. There was that, and there was the voice in his head as well.

“Why would you go back when you are just going to hurt? Murderer murderer murderer.you left little brother all alone to kill your own father, and you couldn't even find him. Why would Ivan want to see you ever again? Not to mention Emily will be there too. Can you really face her? Maybe you want to see her, because for all of the shit maybe you are a mama's boy. You probably failed to protect your brother. You are failing to stay away. Maybe Emily will hurt you again, maybe you deserve it. You probably even liked it when-”

“Shut up”, Alex said aloud. “I hate her and I hate you.”

he looked in the rearview mirror for the last comment, glaring at himself like it would leak through into his thoughts and make them go away. He hated remembering, hated thinking about it at all, hated her voice echoing around his head, but things would never change so he did his best to push her out of his mind for now.

As he turned the corner, one side of the road opened down a lake miles below. Alex weighed the possibilities of anyone finding him if he drove off and into the water, but he had heard that drowning wasn't exactly as quick and easy enough to make it all that tempting.

—

Alex got out of the car before he turned the street corner. He had grabbed his gun from the car, and the voice inside his head bubbled up to hiss at him.

“A gun?” it said. “Murderers use guns. Monsters use guns. What do you think that makes you? What are you going to do with it anyway? You could end up hurting ivan.”

Alex shook his head as if to shake the voice right out of his head and shoved the gun into his belt.

“It was just in case,” he told himself.

“Just in case anything went badly like it always seemed to.”

Seeing down the street he grew up on hurt Alex more than he wanted to think about.

“No” he thought

“Dimitri grew up here.” was easier to think about but only by a little.

Nothing was easy here, it never had been and it never would be but he would take what comfort he could get, and if that was by remembering a dead dream then he would remember but not connect.

As Alex walked towards his inevitable destination he scanned the roads and felt like a little kid again, recounting things that had happened in certain places. There was a tree that dimitri was once sitting under when a branch fell off, there were the bushes where dimitri had been bitten by a stray dog who roamed around, from which alex still had a small scar. There was the spot on the road where the police had been called the first time- and the spot where they had been called the second. And finally, there was the house.

Walking down the driveway he could see the trash bags all up one side of the fence. Piles of empty bottles and cans were shoved under the rotting porch and as he walked down the driveway Alex could smell the house reeked of beer and mold and filth.

“This was a bad idea” said the thoughts in his head.

“Your brother doesn't want to see you anyway. And you know what emily will do when she finds you-”

Alex forcefully shoved that voice out of the way and stared at the door. From inside there was something that might have been a yell, and something glass breaking.

He couldn't stall any longer.

After a minute all too short to prepare himself, Alex opened the door and went in.

—

The smell was worse on the inside.

The carpet was dirty and the ground was littered with all sorts of things that couldn't be safe for walking on, which made him more so glad he had kept his shoes on. Now that he was inside he could see that the disarray of the place had only gotten worse after he left, which made sense considering most of the cleaning was done by Alex himself, but was still upsetting to see. As he moved through the house, he remembered a thousand awful little things. Pins under fingernails, the feel of uncooked, moldy fruits or vegetables in his mouth, little cockroaches and worms that made homes in the mess. He didn't like thinking about it, remembering it made him want to scratch at his skin, made him feel dirty.

Nothing in this house was nice, but nothing had gotten under his skin until he saw the whiskey on the counter.

It was half empty and there was a dirty glass set beside it. Alex gaged like he was trying to throw it up, but there was nothing to throw up. He hated the sight of it, hated the burn of it, he remembered crying, crying made it worse.

For every cry he let out she would always pour a little more into the cup, a little more, a little more, until he stopped crying, sometimes he threw up, sometimes he fell asleep, sometimes he couldn't remember.

Alex’s hand raised instinctively to his mouth.

“you are going to throw up oh no, oh god no you feel sick you are sick and everything is wrong, stop crying you're only going to make it worse it burns you are suffocating it burns it hurts you are going to be sick you are going to throw up-”

The crash of something glass and a strangled yell upstairs broke Alex out of his headspace, and his focus snapped to the staircase. Alex ran up the stairs and turned the corner so fast he almost fell over. He barely even thought as he ran to the one open door, and he barely even thought as he reached for his gun.

—

Emily Volkova had never been a good person. She only hurt and ruined and broke people and things and really anything she could get her hands on. And her own two children were things remarkably easy to get her hands on.

Ivan was on the ground, just barely struggling against Emily, who had her hands around his neck so tight it looked like she herself was straining. She was never particularly strong but she had the advantage of being a grown woman fighting against a nine year old boy, and the advantage that the nine year old boy she was fighting wanted nothing more than for her to love him.

Alex could see ivans mouth moving, trying to choke out words that were lost to his excuse of a mothers screaming. Alex could barely understand what he was saying, but he didn't need to. What he did know was that Emily volkova had never been a good person, and that he was going to make her stop.

The sound of the gun cocking might have been what had gotten her attention, or she had just happened to notice at the moment he was leveling it to her head.

“Demitri, why the fuck are you here?” she said, barely loosening her grip on ivan. Her shock turned to anger turned to vicious manipulation faster than Alex could keep up with.

“Did your little trip go well? you leave right after your father so i have to take care of this stupid fucking kid by myself, why would you leave your own mother?”

“Shut up” was all that Alex said. He had built up all this hatred for this woman in his head but being with her now, seeing her, he hated himself for being scared.

She put on a face like she was hurt before shoving Ivan to the ground and getting up.

“dont tell me to fucking shut up you little shit. You would really shoot your own mother too? In Front of your little brother, the world out there has ruined you demitri.”

She took a step towards Alex and he had to fight himself not to step back, shaking as he tried to hold the gun in place.

“Ivan, close your eyes and cover your ears” he said, trying to see around Emily to his brother, who moved slowly and shakily.

“That's it.” Emily said with a little more fear in her voice.

“Put the gun down, Demitri, you can't do this to your mother.”

“You were never my mother, I was never your son.” was all Alex said before he pulled the trigger.

—

Alex didn't like guns all that much because they were very loud and sometimes made big messes. He didn't like this situation much at all but he had to make sure that Ivan was okay, Alex could wait for later. As he moved his way into the room, he locked eyes with Ivan and felt a gut wrenching tear in his stomach. He could feel how hurt this little boy was. Then, he could see it. The bruises around his neck were to be expected, he had a black eye too. Ivan was covered in bruises, over his arms and legs that Alex could see. He seemed to have little cuts too, burns or razor slashes, cuts from kitchen knives or cut up soda cans might have been in the mix too. Some looked new, some looked old, more than a few looked infected.

“Oh god ivan.” Alex said involuntarily.

Ivan just stared, shaking, scared.

“I'm so sorry.” didn't get a response either.

So Alex sat with Ivan for a moment, a few more, what felt like an eternity, until Ivan reached and grabbed a hold of Alex's coat sleeve, then buried his face in Alex's shoulder. Alex held on like he was going to lose him again.

He never wanted to let go.

Ivan was cold and he was shaking, Alex could feel it radiating off of his body. He felt a pull of guilt, but he buried it, that's not what either of them needed right now.

“I'm going to take you away from here okay?” Alex told him.

“I'm going to make sure that nobody hurts you ever again.”

He scooped Ivan up and carried him slowly down the stairs, whispering gentle reassurances that he knew meant next to nothing.

He just wanted it to be okay,

He just wanted Ivan to be okay.

Alex hated that this gentleness felt like a lie after all that he’d done, but as long as Ivan could be alright again he would fake a whole world.

Quietly reaching the bottom of the stairs, Alex shifted his hold on Ivan to open the door. The doorknob was sticky under his fingers as he turned the knob, opening the door to the porch. From the porch you could see the whole yard, and you could see Domonik Volkov standing in the grass.

—

Ivan could feel his older brother tense, but the way he was positioned, he couldn't quite see.

“What is it?” he wanted to say, but words couldn't find their way to his mouth. A man's voice said something in a language he heard grown ups speak sometimes and Ivan tried to squirm to look, but Demitri held him too close. His older brother slowly, very slowly, walked off the porch to a bush and very carefully sat Ivan down on the dead grass.

“Stay here,” he said to ivan.

“Stay here, and don't look over there, and cover your ears, okay?”

Ivan nodded, and turned in the opposite direction of where he wasn't supposed to look.

Alex gave his hand a tight squeeze and got up.

Ivan tried his best to cover his ears but his wrists were weak and his hands shook so he opted for cradling his face between his bruised knees.

It wasn't good sound protection, he could still hear the two talking, arguing in the language that he didn't know.

There was a word he did know though,

“Monster.” Demitri kept saying.

“Something-something-monster.”

.It sounded so cold off of his brother's tongue that the sharpness felt like a whole different person entirely, sounded more like mother if Ivan had to place it, but he didn't like to place the two in the same category.

There were sirens too now, they started far away but they kept getting louder and louder, and so was the arguing. The sirens eventually stopped and flashy red and blue lights painted the grass around Ivan with a fractured looking glow, but the arguing still went on. Ivan tried to pretend that everything was okay, that somebody was just having a dance party with some nice, police coloured lights.

The argument sounded more frantic now, like they were running out of time to be mad at eachother.

Everything sounded scary, the flashing lights felt dizzying and the yelling was too loud even when ivan tried to cover his ears and then-

The gunshot made everything go dead silent. Ivan squeezed his eyes shut so tight that he saw little spots in his eyelids. Somebody started walking over to the bush and Ivan looked up in hope but it wasn't Demitri, it was somebody that Ivan presumed to be a police officer. The officer scooped Ivan up in his arms and carried him to the back of his car where he gave him a blanket and stale cookie.

Ivan looked out at what he could of the scene, dead grass,lots of blood, the man that must have been the angry voice that weirdly looked alot like his father with a big towel over his face, and then dmitri, being arrested.

The eye contact was short, the brief message that his older brother sent was a fierce look and a nod.a nod as they shoved him into the back of the police car, as Ivan got driven away too.

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Part of the convocation (part 2) -Miguel Diaz x reader

A/N: I was today years old when I found out I never posted the second part. I am so sorry I feel kinda bad ngl.

"Look, Tory, it was an accident. I only attacked cause I thought it might be you" I explain to her, even tho I don't owe her anything. "Really? Cause it's not what I just heard her tell Miguel" Tory says, and turned her back to me, walking away. "What? What the hell. Tory, hey, come back-" i call, but she ignores me. I can almost hear her little laugh, enjoining as things around her crumble. I hate that bitch, but she is not my biggest worry right now.

"You didn't actually hit her, on purpose, right?" Hawk asked  just as confused as me. "Of course not! I have nothing agains Sam, were not even In rival Dojos or anything!" I half-full at him. He looks a bit offended, but he quickly shakes it off. "Why would Sam lie to Miguel like that, I mean, there is no way he will buy it, right? You are the least violent person in, you know, Eagle Fang" Demetri says, highlighting the fact that compared to his Miagi-Do friends, I am very, very violent. "I don't fucking know" I say, anger slipping into my tone, "but I am not letting her get away with it". 

I make my way to the cafeteria, red in my eyes. Sam can suspect me, that's one thing, but making up shit about me so she can stay in Miguel's good graces is a whole other thing. I could feel my blood getting hot as the anger was bubbling inside me. I shook my hands in an attempt to calm down, fighting the urge to clench it into a first and punch that girl.

I entered the cafeteria and walked straight to Miguels usual spot. He was there, sitting with Sam. "I didn't know that the best defense Miagi-do teaches is 'bitch on, bitch off', Sam" I said. It's good right? Those past few minutes I've been thinking of a punch that is with words and not an actual punch. Sam looked at me, doe-eyed, fully preparing to deny her lies in front of Miguel. "Sam, what is she talking about?" Miguel asked, confused, and then when he got no response, he turned to me. "(Y/n), what is going in?" The words left Miguel's lips, and I looked at him, and then at sam. "Well, your girlfriend here-" I started, but I just couldn't. He'll be so hurt. If he'll see Sam for who she really is, he'll be mine, but I'll be just as bad as her. This is playing dirty, I think. I can't be the one who breaks his heart. "Is a lovely girl, and I am so happy for you two, that you found each other" I say, and with that I go away, as far as I can. My legs carry me, and before I know it I find myself at the Dojo. I throw my back to the side and kick if my shoes, getting into position across from the punch bag. "Stupid" I call out, punching the bag with my right hand, "fucking" I call, throwing another punch with my left hand, "morals" I scream, and kick the bag.

"I figured you'd come here" I hear a familiar voice. "What do you want?" I sigh as I keep punching the bag. "I want to know why you didn't tell me what happened" Miguel replied. I look at him, he's still in his school outfit, and he is leaning at the wall right next to the entrance.  "What do you mean by 'what happened'?" I ask him, playing clueless in order to avoid the subject. "Sam" he said, "she snuck up on you, questioning your morals and my loyalty" he explained, "not very cool of her". I let out a small laugh and punched the bag once again. And again. And again.

"Your stance is a little off" Miguel finally said something. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and came close to me. 

"You need to like, raise your hands, you place one like so" Miguel said as he corrected my stance. "You need to have your hips turned, alright, it's all in the legs. Strong base" he continued, grabbing my shoulders from the back and turning me to him. He posed himself across from me to show me how it's done. I mimicked his pose. "Now throw a punch" he said, and so I did. He blocked it, and i recognized the movement as "wax on, wax off". "That was great" he smiled at me, "you know what wasn't great?" He asked, "you hiding the the run-in with Sam from me" he answered himself. I sigh.

"Look, can we just let it go? It was a misunderstanding, that's all" I say, walking away from him to grab my water bottle. "No, it wasn't just anything, (y/n), I saw you at the school, you were pissed, and rightfully so" he said, following me. "Yeah, I was pissed she lied about it and made me the bad guy, when in reality, there wasn't any bad guy in this story" I say, and started chugging some water. I can't have this conversation with him, at least not right now. "Hawk told me the truth, (y/n), Demetri said you looked like you were about to attack Sam for real, but you didn't" Miguel kept going. "Yeah, that'll just make her right" I say, holding myself back from confessing I just didn't wanna hurt him by hurting her. "She shouldn't have lied to me like that" Miguel says, "and at first, I didn't realise why, cause the only thing that she got out of it was me thinking less of you, and why would she want that?" He asked, "I mean, that's the only reason I believed her at first, it sounded so unlike you, but she had no reason to lie, except she does" Miguel continued. I looked at him, slightly confused, "yeah, the reason being she wants you all for herself and can't respect the fact you have female friends" I said, not caring how mean it sounds. "Yeah, I guess, but also, it's you. She sees you as a threat, and I get that, after everything that happened with Tory-"

"If you chased me all the way here to ask me to forgive her, then you are more than welcome to leave" the words escaped my lips before I could stop it. Tears were starting to form in my eyes, and no way in hell I'm letting him see me cry. I spun back in front of the punch bag and punched it hard. "I came here to say that i- look, she's right to see you as a threat. You are a pretty girl who I hang out with a lot, and have more in common with, and is sweet, and kind, and funny, and…" Miguel goes on and on, until he stops and fires his eyebrows. "Gee, how didn't I see that before? You are far more right for me than her" he sighed, "I guess she felt… she felt like she can't compare". I looked back at him, confused. "What are you talking about Miguel?" I finally say, but he stays quiet. "Miggie? I say, breaking the silence with a nickname in Hope's he'll talk. "Sensai.." I try again, but instead of breaking his silence he breaks the distance between us and pulls me in for what felt like magic, but was just a kiss. One that should not happen. As much as kissing him back felt right, I pull away. "Miguel, not to say I don't want this, but, uh, we really shouldn't. You're with sam, and I.. I am not a homewrecker" I say.

"No, no, I should have mentioned it before, I broke up with her" Miguel said. I want to smile, but I swallow the urge. "And why is that?" I end up asking. "Because I realised… I realized her jealousy of our connection is, well, it's justified. I like you, a lot, and I… I think, sam realized I like you as more then a friend before I did, you know, I was so convinced it's her I'm in love with, after all I've been through in order to get back to her.." he started rumbling, and I started to get upset. "What do you mean?" I sigh. "I mean that… look, I don't know what I mean, I just like you, as more than a friend, and I… that kiss felt pretty good, you know? And I… I don't know what to think or feel and this is so strange for me, cause like…" he tries to explain, but I'm done waiting. My instincts are telling to just leave him here, but for some reason i find myself pulling him back for a kiss. He kisses me, and the magic is back on. "Finally" I think, and I guess i thought out loud. "Finally what?" Miguel asks in between kisses. "I guess I… I was into you for a while" I admit, pulling him closer. I could feel how his lips curve into a smile against mine. "How didn't I see it before?" He asked himself, pulling away, hands resting on my shoulders. His brown eyes looked right into my eyes, shining in a way I never saw before. "You just.. saw me as part of the convocation" I said, and he smiled at me. 

[dykesynthezoid]

hiii so first off just wanna say love your takes on robby/cobra kai and second after watching all of cobra kai fairly quickly, i've been mourning robby's friendship with demetri and sam <//3 now i just really want a fic with robby, sam, and demetri hanging out at the mall but i guess i have to be the change i want to see in the world i guess and write it out <//3 the only thing i worry is not getting their voices right

Aww ty!! And god I feel that so much… I miss their friendship in season 2 all the time, like whyyyy did they have to just throw it in the trash!!

The biggest thing about Sam, Demetri, and Robby’s group dynamic is I think that 1. Robby and Sam are protective of Demetri and 2. They can all cut loose and bitch/commiserate together. Like. They are champions of Complaining. I’m honestly pretty sure Miyagi-Do is rlly just all about being able to bitch and complain to your friends. (Which seems kind of appropriate since apparently one of the big ways Ralph and Pat Morita bonded; even before filming; was constantly complaining about their rigorous karate training together). (Honestly, another reason I will always side with Miyagi-Do. They said fuck that “suffer in silence” and “take it like a man” crap, here at Miyagi-Do we BITCH and COMPLAIN and WHINE and it’s beautiful).

As far as individual characterizations and voices, that sort of thing can be tough! There are a few things I tend to keep in mind with these three tho

A big thing with Demetri is that his natural anxiety/neurosis (and esp a fear of physical harm or impending disaster) is often at war with his sarcasm and lack of a verbal filter. He’s also quite pessimistic and often assumes the worst, although this trait isn’t as extreme as it was in earlier seasons (since joining Miyagi-Do has clearly made him more confident).

Sam has a lot in common with other complex, headstrong female characters like Nancy Wheeler, Katara, etc. She’s naturally kind but she’s also got a rebellious and indignant streak. But she also lives her life aware she’s playing a role; a role which she didn’t necessarily want, but she’s still accepted; because she thinks it’s necessary or that bad things will happen if she rejects it. All of that can make her seem fake, sometimes, to certain people. She doesn’t want to seem fake, it’s just a natural consequence of the situation she finds herself in. She’s also sometimes prone to moodiness and huffiness (which I think is adorable, personally).

With friends like Demetri and Robby, I do think she finds it easier to cut loose and exist closer to her authentic self, though. (Them being boys might honestly have something to do with this? The way that Sam relates to other girls is… complicated. I don’t really blame her for it, I think a lot of us have been there, frankly).

Robby; my boy! He’s also naturally kind-hearted and stubborn, like Sam. And he’s also carrying, like, a lot of anger, but that’s not surprising considering his childhood. He’s also very charming! Some of that seems natural, but a lot of it is clearly a skill developed out of necessity. Robby’s nature is very… mutable? Changeable, I think? He tends to mirror his environment. (The way his sense of identity is often in flux is another point towards him having CPTSD, tbh). He’s a very good friend, though! I think that part is all him. He just wants to help, wants to do good. Oh, and entertain! He definitely spends time making sure he’s making other people laugh.

Plus he’s pretty sassy sometimes. Can’t hold back certain bitchy little comments, but it’s always very funny.

(I also think all three of them have a lot in common with Daniel in particular, although it’s different traits, respectively…)

This got way longer than I meant it to be but. Yeah! I love the three of them as a trio. Miyagi-Do for life. Wishing you luck on the fic!

[crimsonblackrose]

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Thailand, ooh and Shootfighter Sensei Wolf. I also love that Silver ran away to Thailand then decided to drown his sorrows in watching guys beat each other up. It's such a choice. Esp since shootfighter was...uh...probably a kink place that just happened to be deadly. Okay I know how I was joking but the fact that this literally looks like a strip joint and the background sound is guys grunting...uh...choices were made there Mr. Silver. Aw Stingray still being best friends with Bert. Terry wasted a lot of money on the dojo's to the point he's lucky to have the yacht left....hmmm interesting little tidbit. "Don't want you to end up in the morgue like your buddy Snake" Man this lawyer knows more about Silver than anyone else. Whelp Sensei Wolf just killed a man. (Terry why do you keep picking guys with animal names to be your buds? Are you a furry?)

Giant man. He was meant to be an emperor during the Colosseum games or something. "I do know about your financial issues" So it is shootfighter. Quick did someone write a crossover with Wolf and Shootfighter?

"Are you my friend?" "No I am your savior" Terry, you are a wild evil delight at your best. OMG THAT WAS DENNIS?! I'm glad they managed to get 2 out of 3 of his minions.

Of course it is. And of course he's going to get up and out of that tub butt naked with at least 6 people in the room. I also like that Kreese tried to tell Terry to get out of there like Terry's a child, with a count down from 3. Like do you really think you have any power over him anymore?

The impulsive brain cell jumped to Kreese as he planned to knife Terry in the bath. Man when those two divorce it's violent.

Reinforcements! I love that Johnny kicks open the door and says 'we're back bitches" and that they escorted Kenny there. Though I have no clue now why he's there. I thought for sure Kenny would beat them there and they'd have to figure it out after Miguel and Johnny got there, but this essentially means Johnny caught Kenny and escorted him and Miguel back to Barcelona. Which again why are parents letting this happen? (Hope Kenny gets to see his dad) Morale is so low.

I agree with Chozen that the admission policy for this tournament is awful. Kenny, the first person to spend the flight thinking and he's forgiving Devon. I wonder if he burnt out all his anger at Anthony and then Anthony shocked it all out of him. I'm glad Devon's stepping down and giving him the spot. Though I need Demetri to chill on the accusations. Just because you've never really fully forgiven eli for breaking your arm and haven't worked through that...

Miguel holding Sam's hand and then wondering wtf why is Axel staring at me like that? This is kind of like a dance circle huh? But violent.

You know what's ridiculous? That essentially the battle for the valley has become the drama and battle of this world tournament. Because of course it has. Omg this don't tag Kenny thing because you know Silver is around is just...these kids all have like such trust issues because of him. Great job Silver. They're traumatized because of you and you're not even doing anything yet. Chozen "Team falling apart faster than crunchy taco" Love that.

I like that essentially Terry is standing in the corner like he's at a dance waiting for someone to ask him to dance but also just sort of enjoying all the chaos ensuing around him, as even Kreese is wanting to fight him and Da-Eun is having to keep him calm and moving. Like y'all are worse then the teens.

Poor Robby. I'm glad Miguel chased after him. Look at these mischievous guys working together.

Kreese really should listen when Da-Eun said her heads not in the game. Like yes Tory can do anything but she's also been through it and that can totally affect her game. It's wild that Silver went after Kenny. I mean it makes sense, he's like Terry's first student after joining that he actually took time to focus on, but still, wild. Out here trying to poach students during a tournament. Oh come on Kenny, Robby went out on a limb for you. Don't let Silver get in your head. Man the whole tournament just makes me so tense. Kenny out here kicking ass.

As it should be. Proud of Kenny for flipping Silver off. Go kid go!

Oh man not the we're seniors blues hitting the sports anime drama. Does Robby have a ribbon in his hair? I can't, look at that shadow, it's attached to his hair, he totally has a ribbon holding up his hair.

BINARY BROS!!! HELL YEAH FINALLY

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

@allvalleyskillschallenge

Prompt: Back to School Pairing: YasMoon More cheer content for Best Lesbians!!!

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You’re at the mall with your boyfriend, he’s upset He’s yelling at you while completely drenched in sweat He doesn’t get nonviolence like I do

I’m in Marseille, it’s a typical summer night Watching the kind of sissy chick flicks he doesn’t like And he’ll never smell like roses like I do

But she wears short skirts I wear t-shirts She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That all that macho shit Won’t keep your chakras aligned!

If you could see that I won’t get a tattoo of you Without asking first because that’s creepy You don’t belong to me And I think you should flee

Walking the halls with you and your lecturing I’m sort of shocked that you still want to hang with me Seeing your laugh and thinking to myself “I’m glad Moon forgives easy”

And I see your ex acting like he’s worth your time After all he ever did was treat you like some prize You said it was love but I know better than that Have some self-respect and don’t you dare take him back!

But she wears high heels I wear sneakers She’s cheer captain And I’m on the bleachers

Know I’m nobody now, and I’m just some tryhard But despite how Hawk’s changed He’s got no clue who you are!

If you could see that I know all your favorite smoke spots Music, movies, outfits down to your bikinis And where you go on shopping sprees

Flying home to see you on the prom night I know they thought that I came for Demetri But he’s only a beard to me And you’re all I see

Oh, I remember you leaving me behind For the school karate gang But you’d end up in a bind ‘Cause mean kids are all the same

And I know that I fucked up And I know I was a bitch But if it meant there’d still be an “us” Then for you I’d make a switch

Do you see it when we’re tanning by the poolside? Do you see it when we’re sitting in the booth and I’m like please Why can’t you see me?

And I know I’ve missed my chance over and over And longing’s not bringing you any closer Even if I have to plead But you belong with me Maybe someday you’ll see

You belong with me And one day I’ll feel free To say what I wish we could be And what you mean to me

***

@karatecaulfield pspsps

After I made this, I...maaaaaay have gotten kinda carried away with the YasMoon cheerleading content and wrote them a dumb little You Belong With Me cover. Whoops ^^;

So You Belong With Me has actually always kinda given me YasMoon vibes, but like...in a roundabout way? Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know that technically Yasmine and Moon BOTH canonically wear short skirts and high heels (which like. Good for them!!! It's such a Look and they slay!!!), but it makes me think of post-S1 YasMoon, where Moon was still one of the most popular girls in school, and Yasmine...definitely was not anymore. And we DO know that Yas started dressing more "modestly" from S3 onwards (as annoying as it was that she had to give up her "evil slut clothes" to undergo character development ig -____-), so it doesn't seem out of the question for Moon to keep the skirts and heels while Yas transitions to more casual, mundane stuff so as not to draw attention to herself. Definitely wouldn't blame her for wanting to stay under the radar after the wedgie video went viral lmao

Also TELL me Yasmine wouldn't look cute as fuck in pink tennis shoes and/or pink converse!!! Like come on!!! Girl would be ADORABLE in bright barbie pink stereotypical "not like the other girls" clothing and the more I think about it, the more I NEED to see this in S6. Also because it would be really funny if Moon just like. Had a thing for mean people in casual sportswear XD

Actually, went a bit apeshit and made this entire thing pink💗💗💗 What can I say!!! They just look so good in bright girly feminine colors!!! I have SUCH a weakness for hyperfemme4hyperfemme lesbians tbh. Same for hypermasc4hypermasc gays, hyperfemme4hyperfemme gays, and hypermasc4hypermasc lesbians 💖 Idk there's just something so special about queer couples who don't give a single flying fuck about The Straights™️trying to impose their "one person MUST be masculine and one person MUST be feminine in all couples!!!" brand of heteronormativity on LGBT folk. Masc4masc pairings that feel 0 desire for any femininity in your romantic relationship I love you, femme4femme pairings that feel desire for any masculinity in your romantic relationship I love you--

Yes I know realistically speaking most LGBT and non-LGBT couples are a pretty solid mix of masc and femme between BOTH people but I'm trying to make a point here akjsdiulfhkdufh

Fun fact: I was reading cheerleader anecdotes while researching how cheer squads work, and I learned the stereotypical pleated cheerleader skirt is...actually considered kind of dated??? At least in the actual cheer community. Which I think is a damn shame, because those skirts are cute as fuck D: But TBH Moon is popular enough that she could wear the most dated pleaty cheer skirt on the market and STILL rock it. Plus make it look "cool" and "retro" XD And we damn well know Yasmine will think she looks hot regardless <3

ALSO idk if I've ever mentioned this before, but it blows my damn mind that Yasmine is practically wearing the lesbian flag during the scene where she signs Demetri's cast :O Take away that blue stripe and she literally would be??? Like that whole but needed to be any more ragingly queer-coded than it already way XD NOT MY GIRL SAYING SHE KNOWS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE PUBLICLY HUMILIATED TO THE POINT OF BEING OUTCASTED AND OTHERED. WHILE WEARING A GODDAMN LESBIAN SWEATER. AND THEN IMMEDIATELY "STRAIGHTENING" THE HOMOPHOBIC JOKE ON HIS CAST AND COVERING BOTH THEIR GAY ASSES IN ONE FEEL SWOOP AJDIOSUHYFDUG Lesbian queen!!!

Also this subtext is going to make me go fucking INSANE I swear to GOD

Rambles specific to the dumb little song I wrote under the cut!

Basically the scenario I'm imagining here takes place during S3. A recently fallen-from-grace Yasmine is now at the bottom of the school food chain, forced to watch from the sidelines as her ex-best-friend (who STILL gives her the time of day for some reason) remains a popular, universally-loved socialite. And she finds herself in a strange position.

She can't help being a little envious, of course, since she remembers when she was that widely respected. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth that she once ruled the school, and now her second-in-command is blossoming and thriving while she's been reduced to a pathetic laughingstock. And with Moon expanding her circle as Yasmine's shrinks, Yasmine always ends up feeling left behind.

But it's more than that. With Moon soaring high while she's crawling through the dirt trying to catch up, Yasmine believes more and more that she's not worthy of her best friend's time. Like Moon has outgrown her in a way that leaves her feeling desolate and lost.

And yet Moon lets her stick around. Yasmine knows she should spend more time counting her blessings and less ruminating on her newfound status as the school loser.

Because, for some strange reason, Moon doesn't actually seem to care. For now, that's enough.

Unfortunately, her enduring popularity doesn't make Moon immune to the kind of self-interested assholes Yasmine's trying not to emulate anymore. Moon's ex--the subject of many a horror story concerning the Valley in Yasmine's absence--can't seem to leave her alone. Whether it's making passes at her when she's very clearly not interested or wrecking her science project because he can't stand to see her happy without him, the guy cannot for the life of him take a hint.

Moon vents at lunch one day that she loved him, and it broke her heart to watch him turn into such a jerk. Yasmine hopes for the sake of her own sanity that her friend is exaggerating.

Because Moon really, really needs to set her sights higher than some possessive creep who gets her name branded on his skin after a month of dating, and then acts like it cosmically bound them forever. The issue is that Yasmine has no idea how to convey this tactfully enough that Moon will actually listen.

For the most part, Yasmine is grudgingly happy that Moon grew a backbone. But she misses when her opinion had more sway, based on force and conviction alone.

It's times like these she wishes the two of them were on speaking terms over the summer. Then Yasmine could've told Moon to fucking run.

Moon's ex gets better, at least. Stops being a raging ass. Actually steps back and respects Moon's relationship with Piper.

(As sad as that thought makes Yasmine, for whatever reason.)

And yet he still watches her walk by with those big, sad eyes of his, like she's eternally the most tear-jerking scene in some depressing drama. When Moon stops to chat with him--friendly and kind, even after everything--whatever she says flies in one ear and right out the other.

It's so fucking pathetic. Hawk puts her on this shining pedestal of divinity and utter perfection--his own personal angel of salvation. But ask the boy so much as her favorite color or her favorite animal or her favorite store at the goddamn mall, he would bluescreen faster than a Windows Vista.

And frankly, Yasmine doesn't give a shit about his stupid fucking redemption arc. Good for him that he's not acting like a human dumpster every second of every day, but Moon isn't obligated to patiently help him wade through the muck of his own bad decisions. Fix and tidy up his perpetual list of issues.

Moon is more than some trophy to hand out for not being a shithead.

She's a whole human being, with thoughts and dreams and hopes and feelings. She likes turquoise jewelry and yoga and California rolls. She wants to be a massage therapist, but is worried it would pay like shit. She likes spending quiet, thoughtful nights walking around hidden corners of the bustling city. She realized she had a talent for baking and cooking when she made weed brownies to give out at school. She loves decking herself out in glowsticks at raves because it makes her feel like some mystical fairy. She listens to mostly electronic and top 40s bubblegum pop, but every now and again, she craves nothing but a good classical piano piece. She adores trashy romcoms, and has only ever been taught to be ashamed of it. Especially by people like Hawk.

And she's the most incredible person in the world.

She’s the reason Yasmine boards that plane back to LAX, if she’s honest.

Sure, it’s got something to do with her father’s frequent pestering about her love life. The exhaustion of constantly faking enthusiasm for a relationship that has only ever been a cover-up. And she isn’t keen on missing junior prom for a ceremony ushering in a stepmom scarcely better than the one who gave birth to her.

But the moment she sees that blue dress, that curled hair, that euphoric beam when Yasmine walks over…

Nothing else at that dumb dance even registers.

And yes, she dances with Demetri. Grinds on him as much as she’s expected to. Even stays for the afterparty to make out with him for good measure. She has to keep up appearances, after all.

But with Moon tired and headed home, Yasmine excuses herself after 20 minutes, suddenly no longer able to stand Demetri's mouth on hers.

In the coming weeks, Moon seems to buy into Hawk's song and dance hook, line, and sinker. Somehow, sad puppy eyes and pining stares and sob stories about how he's "lost his confidence" are enough to make up for him not knowing any more about her than a stranger of the street. All the conversations they've had and dates they've been on and intimate ways they've entwined their bodies, and Hawk has managed to ask Moon so remarkably little.

He's learned so remarkably little about the girl he's convinced is his soulmate.

And it's beyond frustrating to see Moon worrying herself over Hawk's neverending teen angst and annoying inner demons when Yasmine worked to better herself, too--and all she expected in return was a halfhearted pity friendship. When Yasmine's the one who can make Moon laugh without even trying. When Yasmine knows Moon's brunch order and favorite spa treatment. When Yasmine has seen Moon high and wasted and everything in between. When Yasmine's the one who always held Moon's hair back when she yakked her entire stomach contents into the toilet.

When Yasmine's the one who rarely leaves Moon's side. When Yasmine's the one who sits closer than just friends in every restaurant booth. When Yasmine's the one who sneaks longing glances at Moon not out of some mopey self-pity that she can never get the girl, but because she simply can't help it.

She'd look at Moon forever if she could. She'd gladly spend eternity taking in everything that was Moon--everything she'd ever been and everything she'd ever be--and never expect a damn thing for it.

And again and again and again, Yasmine is overlooked. Nothing but background noise in Moon's solemn duty to take care of a boy who will never deserve her.

And it's pathetic, really. Moon had a girlfriend. Kissed her in front of the whole school. Yasmine saw the instagram pics. It's not like Moon isn't open to being with girls that way.

Yet every time Yasmine wants to finally tell the truth, something stops her. Something holds her back. Something whispers in her ear that Moon would laugh in her face. And perhaps it has less to do with them both being girls, and everything to do with how they feel worlds apart these days.

After all, what hope is there for the cheer captain to love you back when all you are is that joke of a Front Wedgie Girl sitting in the bleachers?

[dykesynthezoid]

demetri/robby??????????????? hold on hold on. HOLD ON.

go on..

LMAO IK.

It’s like. In the vein of Demetri somehow pulling Yasmine (even if I don’t think they actually have that much chemistry) there’s something very funny about conventionally hot and cool people (who Demetri may feel are in a different social strata than him) inexplicably being interested in him

It’s like. Demetri gay Pete Davidson era when (although, granted, I think Demetri is at least somewhat more conventionally handsome than Pete Davidson but whatever, that’s a personal opinion)

Then there’s the fact that the s2 trio of Sam, Robby and Demetri were VERY important to me, and recalling how protective of Demetri Robby and Sam were is always sweet. Plus they’re all a little sassy and I think they would have incredible coffee get-togethers where they all just complain and bitch for a while

Demetri and Robby’s friendship just kinda got dropped after that and it sucks. There’s some tension there at the All Valley in season 4, but it never really gets addressed.

I also think it’s interesting that Demetri is kind of a stand out in terms of boys Robby usually gets shipped with; granted, I love p much all of those ships anyway, but I can also imagine Johnny finding out his son is dating a guy and doing his best to be super chill about it, then he finds out it’s Demetri and he’s like, sorry?? Him??? You couldn’t have picked someone cool???

(There’s also something about how Demetri sometimes comes off like a Mini Daniel, the complaining, the complete inability to shut his mouth, the skinniness, like. That’s all teenage Daniel, which I think is interesting in terms of the many parallels you can make with the teenagers).

Basically ppl like Johnny and Tory and so on are like wait, Robby, him??? Are you for real??? And meanwhile Demetri is like, uh, sorry, me??? And Robby is getting frustrated (and v embarrassed) like “yes, HIM, WHATS SO CONFUSING ABOUT THIS”