#and i cooled down and have much better day and some things sounded too passive-agressive which is not the way i want it to be

[resssistance]

I know that my opinion, as a one Shoma fan in a midst of shomaposting, can be easily dismissed for bias reasons. But I still want to say some things regarding this ask and one of the previous ones (sorry about hijacking your asks again @petitmimosa 🙏)

Okay. Was what Shoma had said about young women right? No. It's not okay to call all of them stupid or scary or boycrazy, essentially. He shouldn't have said that. Yes, people can take offence with it and stop supporting him, it's totally valid. As a woman myself, I'm not a fan of the things he said either. But as said above, most (not all) people like bring this up not as a good faith argument, but as a reason to hate on him, to justify their takes on how he doesn't deserve anything he achieves etc.

Because if those people truly cared about the morality of this situation, they should've also mention how in the same breath he said that he hates animals, hates kids; doesn't like relationships and people in them, doesn't really have deep connections with other people, he doesn't trust them; the world isn't good and he doesn't like humans in general; doesn't understand and doesn't like himself.

And this is the guy that was put under a lot of pressure and expectations he didn't know how to manage; haven't been doing well for a while before it; parted with coaches who'd been practically raising him; decided to go coachless after all tries; didn't enjoy skating and was thinking about retirement; probably some other things we don't even know about. A couple of months from that IDF 2019 happened.

Does all of this tells you something about the place he was in at that moment? Don't you think it's shoud've been more of a concern? Does this give you, not an excuse, but a different perspective on why he said some things he might not necessarily truly believe in? Does any of this gets mentioned when you ask on twitter (and here too) why people shit on him so much? No, you only get 'yeah, he's a fucking misogynist, he said he hates women, probably just an incel'. And he's a public figure, he will never be free of it, apology or not. You know, 280 characters still can allow some nuance, but only if you want to. Mental health awareness my ass.

And just to be clear, you absolutely can criticize the things he said and be upset with him for that. Hell, you have plenty things to criticize his skating for, he's not some flawless skater and a lot of his fans are aware of that, I promise. You can criticize his scoring too (but also remember that skaters are not at fault for scoring issues). You can also just dislike him for no particular reason, it happens too. But it should not be used to justify all that venom and hatred people put out in the open because he outplaced their fave or just because they feel like it today. That's where the problem is.

If eventually it'll turn out he is a misogynist after all, I will put my clown wig back on and will shut up forever. I won't support him anymore. You won't hear a good word about him. This is not about blind support.

But I also want to remind you, that we could never know for sure, is he like this or not at his heart. We are not his friends, not his family. We only see the persona people put out in the world, we can never truly know if people are who we think they are. Someone can be any -ist possible and you would never tell. You can only hope your judgement of the character is right. And I choose to give Shoma benefit of the doubt and believe in him, until something can change my mind.

Quickly adressing another thing: if at any point Marin will say that she was mistreated in any way by Shoma (which relationships, mind you, have not been confirmed by them much less the details and dates that also are none of our damn business), I couldn't be supporting him anymore either, obviously. Not with the passion I am now, not with my heart, not in good faith and with clear conscience. And I will fly to Nagoya/ Champéry to kick his short ass myself. (But for now, please, let's not call a 17yo Shoma predatory for something sounding like a joke, that he might or might not have even said on some dinner between families)

sorry to bring back the shoma videogame shit, but i would say that it's not completely insane of people, especially women, to be offended by what shoma said, and i mean, you can stop supporting/not support an athlete for like literally any reason. but at the end of the day it's up to people to decide who they want to support and what they choose to accept, the same way that there's people still supporting nathan after his lowkey homophobic remarks (one could argue that well, nathan unlike shoma apologized, but we all know that that apology was scripted af). i'm rambling a bit but basically i think we can understand why people dislike shoma, the same way i don't think we should frame people who like shoma as like, disgusting misogynists lmao

My issue is how they keep bringing this up like they just need a reason to hate on him, when the boy has said nothing in over 3 years and otherwise has never shown any misogynistic behavior.

That's how the world works nowadays though, make one mistake and you're done.

[moldisgoodforyou]

first christmas

a/n: just some fluff with these two fools sharing their first christmas together. minimal angst if you squint in this one I promise. merry christmas!!

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Sophie didn’t invite Rafe to her family’s Christmas, even though her mom told her it was okay. She didn’t want him to think she was moving the relationship along too quickly, and didn’t want to have to deal with Rafe hearing whatever passive-agressive comments her mom might make toward her.

They met up the day after Christmas to exchange gifts instead. Sophie showed up to Rafe’s house with her wrapped gifts in hand and knocked hesitantly, not her usual method of sneaking in the back door and up to Rafe’s room. She regretted it the second Ward opened the door.

He paused, trying to remember her name. “Hello. It’s Lexie, right? You’re here for Rafe?”  

Sophie smiled brightly, hoping it didn’t appear as forced as it felt. “I’m Sophie. Yes, is he here? We were going to exchange gifts.”

Rafe came running down the stairs at the sound of her voice, having just finished wrapping her present. “Soph, hey! Sorry, you’re here early!”

She relaxed upon seeing him and Ward stepped aside, letting her in. “Sophie, of course, I knew that. Rafe, a word?”

She stopped in the entryway, glancing back and forth ‘til Rafe nodded. “I’ll meet you up there.”

“Nice to see you again, Mr. Cameron.” Sophie told him quickly before going to Rafe’s room, taking a seat on his bed while he waited. She subconsciously adjusted her miniskirt and glanced at herself in the mirror, hoping she looked suitable even though Ward couldn’t even bother to remember her name. Rafe came up a few moments later, wearing a slightly sour expression.

“You alright?”

“Yeah. Hey, look at you, all dressed up.” He grinned and placed both hands on her knees, leaning over to greet her with a kiss.

"Just for you.” She tugged him down to her level, making him sit next to her. “Did Ward ask you why Lexie wasn’t here instead?” She tried joking, but it came out a little too serious. He frowned. “Ah...not quite. Is that still bugging you? Did he say something?”

“No, no, I was just kidding. Sorry. Bad joke.” She dismissed it quickly, not wanting to dwell on it. “Hey, I brought your presents.”

“Okay...” He decided not to press it and got up, grabbing his gifts for her from his desk. “You open first. The big one.” The wrapping was a little haphazard, edges not really clean and tape stuck in a few random places, but she appreciated that he did it himself. Sophie unwrapped her gift and grinned when she saw it, a varsity-style Ohio State sweater of his that she 'borrowed’ often. “Rafe, no way. I can’t keep this.”  

“Yes way. That’s new, but I wore it a few times so it’s how you like it. But we can’t wear them on the same day, or James and Colin are never gonna let me hear the end of it.”

She laughed and pulled her own sweater over her head, beaming as she pulled on the new one instead. She noted that he had gotten the sleeves tailored just right. “It’s perfect, Rafe, I love it. Thank you.”  

“Looks perfect.” He grinned. “But I might like it better on the floor later.”

She rolled her eyes, blushing as she shoved his shoulder. “You’re the worst. Here, open mine. The box. It’s...well, I don’t know. Just open.”

He raised his eyebrows but accepted the box, unwrapping quickly. He smiled when he pulled out the sweatshirt, embroidered with the his fraternity’s crest small on the front. He ran his finger over it, impressed by the detail that normal manufacturers could never quite get right. “This is sick, Sophie.”

“I made it.” She couldn’t hold back her excitement, pleased at his reaction.

“Wait, no fucking way?” He held it up closer to inspect it and grinned at the handmade crest, just a little imperfect in all the right ways. “That’s so damn cool, Soph. I can’t imagine how long this took you.”

“Hey, look.” She lifted the sleeve to show him the tiny little S that she embroidered on the cuff, only an inch tall.

He leaned over and kissed her, grinning. “That’s awesome, thank you. Hey, I can wear my heart on my sleeve.”

Sophie turned red, trying to ignore how his words made her want to hide and show him all off all at once. “Cheesy.”

“Only for you.” He nudged his knee against hers. “Okay, now mine. I really hope you like it.” He passed the second gift to her, watching her face eagerly. She took her time unwrapping, carefully folding the paper and setting it aside once she pulled out the box. When she opened it, she gasped and looked up. “You remembered.” 

“It’s the right one, isn’t it?” He watched as she took out the film camera he had gotten her, complete with a box of film, a gift card for a local developer and a custom leather strap with her initials stamped in. She had told him about how in high school, she’d been really into film photography and wanted to get back into it, but had sold her precious camera her junior year of high school for extra cash to fix her car. 

Sophie nodded, taking a moment to compose herself before meeting his gaze, her eyes a little watery. “It’s perfect, Rafe, I love it.” She carefully set the camera aside before throwing her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. He laughed softly and pulled her closer, turning his head to press a kiss to her temple. “Hey, no crying on my watch.” 

“M’ not.” She mumbled, her muffled reply sounding a little shaky anyways. He rubbed her back gently before pulling away to see her face. She reached up and kissed him, long and slow. “Seriously, this is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. And you listened, you remembered.” 

He beamed from the praise. “I’m glad you like it. I’m excited to see your photos with it too.” 

She nodded, grinning. “Thank you, so much. Here, one more from me. Last one.” Sophie handed him a tube-shaped present and sat back, giving him space. He moved so he was shoulder-to-shoulder with her, always liking to have them touching even in a small way. Once he pulled out the poster inside and unfurled it, his jaw dropped. “Holy fucking shit.” 

“Is it okay?” She asked, a little nervous, though she had already confirmed it was perfect ten times over with James and Colin. It was a poster of the movie Dead Poet’s Society, signed by Robin Williams. She had probably paid a little too much for it and went back and forth on it for weeks, but it was Rafe’s  favorite movie and he’d made Sophie watch it at least six times already. 

“Is it okay - Sophie, it’s incredible. Oh my god, this is so cool.” He carefully ran his finger over the signature, shaking his head. She smiled, proud. Rafe held it up, arms extended to check it out in its full glory. “Your frame is back in Columbus, it was easier to just travel with the tube. I figured it’d be cool to have in your room?” She asked. 

“Absolutely.” He nodded quickly, not dropping his ear-to-ear grin. “Sophie, this is - I don’t even know where to start, for real -” He set the poster on the floor before pulling her onto his lap and wrapping her in a tight hug. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” 

She giggled, feeling warm and bright just from his response. “Hardly.” 

“No, I’m serious. This is my favorite gift I’ve ever gotten.” 

“Well you’ve only gotten two gifts from me in your life -” 

“No, from anyone.” He kissed her like he was trying to get his point across. “Best gift ever.” 

Sophie laughed, shaking her head. “Rafe, your dad literally gave you a Range Rover once.” 

“I don’t care. It’s not the same.” It wasn’t, not nearly at all, but she wouldn’t quite understand. And how would she, really, when he hardly told her anything about his strained relationship with his dad anyways? “It’s my favorite, and you can’t tell me otherwise.” He peppered light kisses across her cheeks and nose, grinning when she squirmed away and laughed. 

“Okay, okay, put it away before we go any further. Don’t want it to wrinkle.” She took her own gifts and set them carefully on his nightstand, pausing to admire the camera once more. Once they were put away, he caught her wrist and pulled her back to the bed. She straddled him on her knees and kissed him, soft and sweet. He leaned back just a bit and rested his forehead against hers. “Hey.”

“Hey what.” She scrunched her nose a little. 

“You’re my favorite. I mean it, too. Always do.” His words held more weight than they ever did and she found herself blushing from the implication. 

“You’re my favorite too. Merry Christmas, Rafe.” 

“Merry Christmas, angel.” 

[violetarks]

Just A Game: Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't

Anime: My Hero Academia

LEVEL DOWN | MENU | LEVEL UP

"Shinso, you don't want to watch with us?" Uraraka questioned, settling down in between Todoroki and Midoriya.

The man shook his head. "No. You guys are probably gonna' watch some boring rom-com." He joked, brushing a hand through his hair.

It's been two days since he last spoke to Y/N.

They were completely cut off from each other. No, they didn't delete their numbers off of their phones, but they weren't talking at all. It gave Y/N time to cool off and work on her song as well as stream sometimes. Shinso worked on streaming by himself and helping others with their videos.

"Y/N came out with a new song!" Uraraka giggled out in excitement, turning on YouTube on the TV, "Only the music video is out for now, but I heard all her friends helped to film it!"

Shinso visibly tensed up at her words. They hadn't mentioned anything about Y/N to him, just guessing that they were having some trouble. But it completely went out of Uraraka's head as soon as she read Y/N's Twitter post that said ''Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't' is out now on my YouTube channel!! Go check it out or else I'll send Bakugou after you 😡😡😡'.

Shinso sighed out, "I'm good. I need to make some lunch for us anyway."

They said their 'thank you's to Shinso as Iida told him to be careful in the kitchen. He stood in the kitchen for a while, mind going to Y/N. She looked so hurt when he admitted he lied. And maybe she would've felt better if he just poured out why he felt this way, to lie and such.

The chatter of Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida and Uraraka died down at the girl pressed 'play' on the TV.

Shinso stood behind them in the living room doorway. He didn't want to sit with his friends right now. He just wanted to be alone and watch the music video.

The music came out gently at first. The plucking of the strings on the electric guitar was simple. It sounded like the feeling of falling. The video started out on a blank screen, the words 'Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't' on the black background. Underneath showed the people's names.

Vocals: L/N Y/N, Kirishima Eijiro

Guitars: Kirishima Eijiro (lead), Kaminari Denki (back-up electric), Jirou Kyoka (bass)

Drums: Bakugou Katsuki

Cameras: Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta

And then the drum beat came in behind, slowly at first as the first verse came up.

"'By now I got your bad habits all memorized, like, when I know you need me most'," Y/N sung, hand on the microphone as she tugged the wire behind her, "'You go and shut me out, figures, you Gemini."

They decided not to film a big music video, just one in the studio. They got Mina and Sero to dl the camera work, and God, did they do a great job

"Wow, she can really sing!" Midoriya commented before Uraraka quieted him down. She was a huge fan of Y/N's.

"'And I'm not sayin' that I've got, all of the answers, but,'" She kept going, Mina's camera panning to Kaminari who was focusing on the guitar at the moment, "'Boy, I've been in love before'."

Jirou had sung in the harmonies, adding in the ones they agreed on. It sounded like honey.

He wondered who she was in love with before him, and if they did a better job. Y/N admitted that she wanted to be more than friends with Shinso, and he blew it. Maybe the other person who loved her treated her better.

"'It's not always peachy, look, life ain't that easy,'" Y/N kept going, tapping her foot in beat with Bakugou's soft drumbs, "'But one thing I know for sure is it—'"

"'Shouldn't,'" She sung lightly with Jirou behind her, looking up to the camera with a completely 'done' expression, "'Be this hard, you couldn't, DTR. Oh wouldn't, it be nice, if we could stay friends? But we shouldn't.'"

The camera caught how Kirishima and Bakugou glanced at each other before at Y/N. It wasn't very discrete in the shot of the whole band.

Shinso clenched the fabric of his sweater as he watched her. She was gorgeous, on and off camera.

"Y'know what? I couldn't." Y/N went on, one hand brushing the back of her neck whilst the other held onto the microphone, "'Nough's enough. If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this... hard."

She looked deep in thought and would've stayed that way if it wasn't for Kirishima's little riff on his guitar.

Shinso noticed how she looked to the ground, swallowing before looking back up to the camera with a small grin.

She began to walk around the studio, tugging the wire behind her. "You wonder why suddenly, I'm coming off indifferent." She chimes, shrugging her shoulders innocently, "'What you don't seem to understand is..."

She stood next to Jirou, who was smiling at her friend. She hadn't seen Y/N this passionate about a song in ages. Jirou didn't like the intention behind it, but she always loved seeing Y/N give her all.

"It's not anything you said, it's everything you didn't. Ooh," Y/N spoke, glaring at the camera as Jirou harmonised with her. It was obvious who she had in mind. She hoped he saw this.

Shinso definitely did, he was feeling his heart rate increase slowly as she spoke. She meant every word she said and Shinso had the front seat to who she meant it to.

"Yeah, you." She sung, waving a finger in the air, "You always answered with, more questions to questions that scare you."

Y/N stood in the middle of Kirishima and Kaminari, tilting her head down to the camera. She wore a face that said she was truly angered, but was hiding it behind her smile. But it fell for the next line.

"We're not always peachy, look, love ain't that easy." Y/N stated, Bakugou in the background of the shot twirling his drumsticks in between his fingers.

"But one thing I know—" Y/N struck her fist up into the air, as did Kaminari and Kirishima, "I know it for sure that it!"

"Shouldn't," Jirou came in as Y/N finished the climax of that line.

"Be this hard, you couldn't," Y/N went on after taking a deep breath, pulling the mic back to her lips, "DTR. Oh wouldn't, it be nice if we could stay friends? But we shouldn't!"

Kaminari had whistled in the background at her voice. Y/N sung this chorus with so much more heat and push, making it sound less soft and passive-agressive than the last. Making it now — just agressive.

But Kirishima and Bakugou focused on their instruments. They knew how much Shinso hurt her. Which is why they encouraged her to sing this song for the album, it would help her get all this hatred out of her system.

"Y'know what? I couldn't!" She called, hand in her hair as she went over to Kirishima. As Sero's camera followed her, she leaned her arm against Kirishima's shoulder. "'Nough's enough! If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this hard."

Bakugou's drumming was the main attraction in the music background for the third verse.

"I drank too much tonight to not try to call you up." Kirishima finally joined in, singing into the microphone that stood in front of him. He worked with Jirou to help get his voice to suit this song better. "I mean, that's what our phones are for."

"Even Kirishima? Damn, they're all talented." Todoroki commented, sipping from his glass as Uraraka shifted in her spot.

She squealed, "Oh my God! People are gonna' go crazy over this! A duet between Kirishima and Y/N!"

Shinso didn't like that. The idea of Kirishima and Y/N together right after they broke it off, as friends. He wanted a second chance to make things better.

Mina's camera showed Kaminari throwing up a fist to cheer on his best friend, Jirou smiling at Kirishima.

It made the red-haired boy grin through his singing. "Not one for titles, girl, in other words — terrified." He said, seeing Y/N lift herself off of him to whisper to Bakugou about something.

Shinso was terrified. He hated to admit it. Perhaps that was why he could lie. Because he was scared.

The next line made him blush red. "That pussy kicked my rules out the door."

Y/N only grinned at him.

Shinso felt his heart ache.

Kaminari wrote that sentence. He wrote all of Kirishima's lines. Which made Jirou and Y/N laugh in rehearsals.

Kirishima shook his head, Sero's camera now focusing on him. "I could take more shots or I could take you, off your blouse." Kirishima sung as Y/N came back to her spot, still watching him, "My favourite parts of fucking is either when I'm done or when you're walking out my house."

Again, Shinso grit his teeth as he listened to those lines.

But why? Y/N wasn't his.

Jirou had hit Kaminari for writing that line as he claimed it was too late to change it now.

As Y/N twirled the microphone wire in between her fingers, Kirishima closed his eyes and went on, "You don't pick up when I call unless I call you 'mine'. But one thing I know is it—"

"Shouldn't!" Y/N came in again, taking the last chorus again with Jirou. Kirishima went back to focusing on his guitar.

He tried calling her. She didn't pick up. Ever. Maybe because she was filming and editing, or because she didn't want to waste the time on him.

"Be this hard. You couldn't, DTR. Oh wouldn't, it be nice if we could stay friends? But we shouldn't..." She sung, tilting her head to the side with closed eyes.

Y/N held onto the microphone tightly as Jirou watched her intensely. "Y'know what? I couldn't! 'Nough's enough!" She sung loudly, mic pulled away a bit to prevent peaking, "If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this..."

She took a deep breath in before letting it out in the song. "Hard — ah, ah, ah—ah, ah, ah..." She sung in melody with Jirou, closing her eyes with knitted brows. She was about to burst. "Oh, woah, woah—Hard, ah, ah! Mm!"

When Y/N opened her eyes, she stared at the ground. The drumming was dropped and the only one playing was Kirishima, the lead guitarist for the song.

She sighed, "It's not always peachy, look, love ain't that easy. But one thing I know, for sure is we... shouldn't."

The music stopped and was replaced by Kaminari's cheers. They finished the take in one go. He set his guitar down and ran up to the girls, engulfing them in giant hugs as he complimented their voices.

Y/N giggled, hugging back with Jirou, who looked madly annoyed. Bakugou only came towards them at Y/N's whining, telling him to be a team player. He allowed her to wrap an arm around his neck, saying how good his drumming was.

The last to join the hug was Kirishima. He stood in front of Y/N, placing a hand on top of her head and ruffling her hair. She complained about it until he rested a kiss on her forehead.

That's where the video cut off.

Shinso squinted at the TV before overhearing Uraraka compliment how well they sang and how great they performed all together. She always loved their friendship group.

Iida said something about the camera work and how the transitions were smooth.

Midoriya liked how they seemed relaxed all the time during the recording.

Todoroki mentioned how it kind of hinted to Kirishima and Y/N being a couple.

Shinso walked back into the kitchen.

Fun Fact: Y/N and her best friends really only met through Kaminari spilling his tea over Y/N's shirt at the cafe they all coincidentally studied at. She had her music playing through her headphones, which is why Jirou had introduced herself since she liked the artist too. Kaminari and Mina cried over ruining a pretty outfit. Kirishima apologised for their behaviour. Bakugou hit the two for their actions. Mina invited Y/N to come to their table and pay for her food in return.

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[ace-t-fic]

This a Peter si fic I started (its purely 'feel good' no eye roll moments) but never found out what I wanted to do with it. This hasn't been grammar checked ethier.

The yearly trip to science industries (after the fiasco concerning OC labs) was heavily guarded by the gpa efficiency minimum and it was usually 123 Seniors at Midtown high each year. That only left less than 30 who had the gpa needed in order to attend the field trip. But with detentions and tardies that often brought it down to 25 added in with the people who actually turned in their permission slips drop that number down to a solid 13. That usually  meant the whole decathlon team, one jock, the Sat acres and people with tiger parents. 

So when the paper was only passed to Peter and Flash in their homeroom he wasn’t surprised who qualified for the field trip. 

Last year's field trip the students all got to go to Tesla and returned the day after. Liz said it was a fun experience and even one of the kids was later offered an internship available to him after their graduation. Liz herself wasn’t all that interested in the company herself but she said the experience was an enjoyable one. So Peter would have been lying if he said he wasn’t practically buzzed for when his senior year trip came. 

He wondered if they would be able to tour the new labs Wakanda had set up. He wanted to go for a while but their outside personnel was strictly limited to certified personnel and those with names that ended with Stark or Banner or Avengers. But the name staring back at him was just laughing at him, “congratulations, you have qualified for this year's exclusive Senior trip to SI inc.” an all paid expense to visit his work. Now instead of taking the City bus he could just catch a ride on a big ugly yellow one. 

Not that this was a let down it was still an amazing opportunity many would kill for. He thought gazing behind him to stare at Flash who fist bumped the air. The attention caught his attention and he made brief eye contact with Peter with a smug little smile on his face. Peter only flashed back his before the flash rolled his eyes and no longer paid him attention. 

Flash still didn’t partially believe Peter's internship-neither did anyone else really- but flash was the most put out about it. He would be lying if he says he wasn’t rooting for Peter the night of his junior year party. He even helped Diana, the maid clean and dust just in case Spiderman really did show up. And when he didn’t show up he told Peter exactly how he felt about it with a new string of nicknames. Added on to the occasional passive agressive shoulder shove but nothing more or less beyond that. Sure he was a dick but he wasn’t a good fighter, just richer than Parker he was beating him in the fight of life. 

Peter only rolled his eyes back, shoving the paper into the back of his class notebook. 

The minutes ticked by steadily as Peter waited to meet Ned at his locker. He’s almost deadly positive Ned received one too and is waiting to shake the life out of his shoulders. Peter may work at Si but Ned’s never been and the experience in itself is quite entertaining. Things are always different when best friends are involved. 

“Anyone who received a field trip paper will have to have it signed and returned to me, the office, or Mrs. Meyers up to five days before the date of the field trip. Other than that we will continue on with the stock market Tomorrow!” The teacher screamed over the rustling papers and scraping chairs as he let them out a minute early, if you ask anyone on campus that made him the cool teacher.

Petter grabbed his folders, having lost another backpack he was sure laid webbed to the building and exited the room. He easily made it to his locker before Ned did and even got to close it before he was approached

. 

“Dude you can show me your lab.” he whispered to peter. 

“Actually I can’t, my lab is Tony’s and that's only because Bucky has been keeping him away from the lab.” Peter announced before he got his hopes up. “We’re probably gonna tour below mid level, I don't think they allow anyone without a permanent badge into any of the labs.” 

“Do we get to meet any of the avengers?” 

“Probably Bruce, he’s usually chilling with all the other scientists. It’ll be cool though you know i haven’t actually met him? The dude has to be dumb smart, you know Tony scraps ideas if he can’t get Bruce to sign off on them.” Peter gushes, before an arm is roughly swung around his shoulder. “Ow-no.”

Flashes pffts, “give me a break i hate this as much as you but apparently since I’m friends with idiots i have to slum it with you and- I’m sorry what's your-”

“Ned”

“Yeah Ned, that sounds familiar for the trip. I asked more about it and this might be a good time to turn in our submissions for the upcoming Intern conference. We get in ahead and we can probably impress him enough for our stuff to actually be looked at. Peter, I know your tech smart, I do numbers and possibilities and Ned we’ve been in coding since middle school together so we can definitely do that.” Flash rambles.

“What are you talking about?”

“We’ve been coding together for 6 years and you just barely remembered my name?”

“What I’m talking about-Peter is welcome to the winning team. Listen your smart parker you may or may not have an internship although its kinda sketchy that out of nowhere you a loser 17 year old defies all social laws and pops on the popularity chart” Understandable he still cursed Ned for saying anything right before he asked Mary jane to prom god that was embarrassing. 

You know that fancy stuff doesn’t bother me Peter. If I wanted to solely date you for your internship I’d hope someone would’ve knocked sense into you to get over me. 

“But I honestly feel as if we wow at least one impressionable person. They'll seek us an audience with Stark before the rest of the crowd.”  Flash continues. 

“You know that honestly doesn’t sound bad?” Ned finishes unsure over the look of alarm on Peter's face. Because yeah it’s not a bad idea and that expo meant the world to the real science losers around the GLOBE. And Ned really did want to be involved beyond the guy in the chair way before Peter turned into Spiderman. Peter would probably still be hands deep in his theories if he hadn’t gotten bit by some escaped lab spider. This expo at one point in his life -sophomore year- was the only thing that was gonna get Aunt May out of the nearly slumps. 

And flash…. Well he’s just a fucking nerd to put it lightly he was just rich, and since he was rich and gushes this much about being a intern of all things meant he might’ve been worse then both Peter and Ned when they first envisioned running coffee for Tony stark. 

Plus it would be kinda unfair to see if he could pull strings for Ned instead of proving that he was capable of it far more on his own. “Fiiiinn-”

“Whoop! You might actually not be so bad penis.” and with a clap on his shoulder disappearing with the ringing of the bell. 

Peter clenched his jaw shooting a ‘why’ look at Ned, “Oh don’t give me that look, you think I want to work with him. He has money and resources and he is good at real numbers not technical of coding, look you're an spaceship mechanic, he does the landing the thrust or whatever they do and I’m the guy who counts down which is honestly better then both of those jobs-” 

“Please Ned you're embarrassing me '' Peter laughed as he and Ned made their way through the day. 2 months until the field trip that was more than enough time for three geniuses to at least come up with a concept and a prototype for something cool. 

Scrap that they’re screwed. 

“I almost died.” Ned said, sitting in a shock of foam. “You guys just sat there, you were gonna watch me die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.” Ned reared back at Flash's comment, “Dramatic! I just went up in flames!” 

“Hey, it was your boy Peter who made it. Plus maybe if he didn’t bail early last  Monday we could’ve caught that our numbers weren’t matching up with his” Maybe if some assholes weren't trying to rob F.E.A.S.T after their charity event he wouldn’t have had too. 

“I told you things happen Flash, I do in fact have a life.”

“MJ tell you that”

“-oo burn”

“Ned!- ok listen in order for this hoverboard to work we have to make sure everything is matched up. It shouldn’t have done that so something else must’ve gone wrong too.” Peter explained grabbing the notebooks and tossing them on the Flashes workbench. Hoverboard and back to future stickers on the covers.

“Might be the fact that it isn’t Hovering. But that's just me.”

[ivakir]

What advice would you give to someone new to rp?

the be honest meme.

   God, I had such a super cool guide, like, "How to make a character and become a Good Roleplayer: A Guide for the Lazy," but I lost it. It was not written seriously anyway.

   Actually, I'm not the kind of person who anyone should ask for advice, because all my advice sounds like "sit down and write". But since I was asked, why not, I’ll write something serious.

   First of all, it’s worth deciding for yourself what you are doing here. If you are here to write, and it is not a problem for you to sit and write, then I have nothing to advise much except to properly organize your blog. If the main goal is graphics and shipping, then I can not advise anything here, since I don't consider them significant enough goals for a hobby that is related to writing. Moreover, for shipping you don’t even have to roleplay.

   Well, in short, here are a couple of tips:

   As I said, you need to properly organize your blog. The text should be large enough to read and have normal color, not some bright green on a blue background. A blog should also be comfortable to use. If nothing can be found and all links fly or blend with your background, then I recommend fixing it. In general, according to my observations, many people peck at such complex themes where you can't find anything. I don't know why.

   Give your partner at least two things in your reply to respond to.

   Don’t drop threads or move blogs for no reason. I saw people who moved their blogs every two weeks, because they were just bored and didn't know what they want, so they tried to return their interest in such way. If you quickly lose interest, then writing is probably not for you. Or you just need to change your attitude toward it.

   If you create a blog for a hobby, it is better to use a blog only for a hobby. There is nothing wrong with writing what happens in your life, but if you write every day posts like "I ate," "I slept," and so on, then this is useless information. Keep yourself from constantly writing negative stuff, like: passive agression, threats to delete your blog or even killing yourself, vague blogging and etc. I understand that you just don't want to feel alone and you want attention, but people here are not your personal therapists, they can’t constantly give you praise. If you have problem, then you should solve it.

   Be polite: if someone sends you something, then send something to them, too. Tell your partners when you decide to drop a thread. Despite all these PSAs "I drop threads when I want and I don’t care what you think", this is absolutely normal practice. It’s called to be polite.

[protezioni]

"stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and i am NOT a coward!" for Maemi/Zuro and "yes, she is a bitch. b i c t … h." for Shima/Ko :3

Yes of course! Thank you for sending this ask and I enjoyed writing it a ton omg Love you!

STAN ZETA @zetacomic !! SOME CHARACTERS THAT WERE SEEN IN THE STORY BELONGS TO THE CREATOR SUCH AS MAEMI AND SHIMA!!!

Zuro/Maemi

Day count of suffering? Still the same. The amount of suffering he feels every day? Increased. Yes, sure- the Protezioni were somewhat like new siblings to them, but he cannot ignore the fact that they could sometimes be as annoying as some other members of Zygos. A lot of the Protezioni members may have been welcoming, and some even encouraged to be close to them--- but as months passed by, he only got to notice how some other members masked their more ridiculous side through acting like such. Well, what was to be expected from them? They may have been in the mafia, but they were certainly like normal people... They acted like a bunch of students who were glad there were no classes tomorrow...

I mean, they even had this movie night where they invited the entirety of Zygos Academy! Where? In their living room! It was easy to tell their place was bigger than the academy... Maybe even too big. Sure, whatever. Everyone was down to watch movies together... But of course, one of the more loud and obnoxious members had to bring something up- Which he, of course, did not expect. Disappointed but not surprised? Absolutely. That was a good summary of how he felt at this exact same moment when someone decided to bring up an inaccurate comparison between him and... a character from the movie. A children's movie. About a chicken discovering aliens existed. How pathetic was that?! Who in their right mind would compare him to that character?!

Maemi was staring at Zuro who was leaning on the couch, with a bowl of Doritos. He munched on the chips as he continued to look at Maemi in the eye. Once he swallowed, he coughed to capture some people's attention. "You sure you aren't Chicken Little?" He wasn't satisfied with Maemi's squinting as an answer, so he only repeated the question. "Chicken Little ain't that bad, Maemi!" Is he seriously trying to tell him that it wasn't bad at all? I mean... who the hell gets compared to a weak chicken who can hardly do shit at first? "You see, there are pros in being that little chick! He's got some cool-looking glasses!"

Maemi sighed, his heads in his hands... Wasn't this supposed to be movie night? Why were they just sitting down in the living room and making theories about how he is just a black feathered Chicken Little who somehow got red eyes? "This whole thing is dumb." Maemi rolled his eyes, refusing to sit beside Zuro who only patted the empty space beside him. "No thank you. I'll rather not stay beside you and be teased during the whole movie." It wasn't that hard to figure out that he would actually do that if he were to sit beside him. There was just a smirk written all over his face once he rejected his offer... What does that mean? "What are you smirking at?"

"Wanna know?"

"I'm curious."

Zuro handed the bowl to Sepheir, who was sitting beside him for the whole time. He cleared his throat for a moment before gesturing to Maemi. "You look like Chicken Little." That was all he said. Nothing less, nothing more. He sighed louder and tugged on his longer bang in annoyance. They were right. This man was someone who always joked around, and he was a little shit. He had enough proof of that as spent a longer time with him... Now that he was aimed at him, he could only understand it better. Of course he'd aim at him.

Shoya began smirking and he nodded in agreement. "Never thought about Mae being Chicken Little until you brought it up, bro!"

"See? Someone agrees with my theories!"

Finally, the strategist responded, irritation obvious in his voice.

"Stop saying I look like Chicken Little. He’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and I am NOT a coward!" There was silence in the room as all eyes landed on Maemi and Zuro... There were some people who laughed, some people who agreed, some others disagreed and some people only looking at the scenario before them. That was a weird line to say, but it sounded way too familiar... Was it from those Kine videos? Kine was deleted some years ago! Whatever, the scenario before them was surely interesting to experience... Even if he knew there was a reference to that or not. Now, the people only got more quiet as they noticed how even the two were silent.

"Okay yeah, you're not a coward." Even if Zuro had such a personality, he wouldn't call him a coward. "But--- Chicken Little wasn't a coward by the end of the movie! Therefore, you being Chicken Little? Still valid, I suppose!" He hated the enthustiastic grin which was still on the face of his even if he said those words. Goddamn it- did he have to diagree with this man forever? He won't even budge! You know what? What's the point of arguing with him if it would definitely lead to nothing at all. He wouldn't change. "Got anything else to say?" He crossed his arms with a playful chuckle, while Maemi just began picking a book from the shelf.

He got a book, schemed through the pages to see how long it was then decided to read it. He placed the book slightly higher so the person could read the title of the book he was reading... His face was clearly done with Zuro's bullshit, and he had no ideas how to respond to him so he could finally drop the Chicken Little subject. Zuro only read the book with his eyes before bursting into laughter. "Did you get the message, or should I get another book?" His voice was passive agressive in a way, but he didn't sound mad at all.

"I don't know, Maemi. Why are Little Shits such blockheads is a good enough title."

Shima/Ko

They were waiting for the rest of the members of the BQ Thieves inside the restaurant itself. Shima was casually eating the burger, enjoying the coupons which he got from Aki after saying some words to someone... It wasn't that big of a deal... I mean, what could get better than some coupons to one of his favorite restaurants? He took another bite from the burger and he noticed how Ko was just sipping some coke float from his straw as he dipped his fries on ketchup-- but his mind didn't seem to be with him right now. "Hey, Morga--- Ko. Something up?" Jesus Christ, he almost called him by that chatacter from his favorite game. No answer from him. "Ko?" He repeated his name and Ko jumped up from his seat.

"I apologize for not noticing you sooner, Shima." He laughed nervously as he finally began to eat... Damn, what the hell was wrong? He usually spoke more than usual, and his topics ranged from tips, things about himself, mafia life or questions about how Zygos really works... Now he was more silent than usual. "I began to think about other things, I should have paid attention to my surroundings." He personally apologized and Shima placed the wrapper of the burger away before placed his arms on top of the table. This only caused the man who was still eating his fries to only observe what he was doing and wonder what his movements meant.

He didn't remember being this caring, or at least- he didn't remember showing his kindess so easily. But well, being more of a protagonist could be fun! There were bonus positive feelings that made him feel proud of himself, so there's that. "Want to talk about it?" His face was bland for a second before he looked away for a short moment. "I mean, we still have the others to wait for, and we don't really have anything else to do..." He tried to make up several excuses to hide that he may have been a bit worried for the male he was eating with... And well, his words did work. Hell yeah, protagonist powers always worked.

"Thank you for understanding, Shima. But I prefer not talking about this specific person in public. All I have to say is I feel pretty upset over the fact she did so much and she had no warning signs." Ko's eyes suddenly became a bit sad. "She has broken several members, but they all chose to forgive or forget her. In my case, it isn't easy to do that if she..." Woah Ko, that's going to spoiler territory... "... Yeah. Anyway, why I am like this is because I decided to go to the attic and see if there are any objects I could have used for training, but instead, I gained some unwanted memories and it's been affecting me." He closes his eyes before raising a finger. "But perhaps I could forget about it, people can be much more deceiving than you expect they are."

"Yeah, people can be bitches sometimes."

"Agreed."

"And deceiving? Holy crap, I should tell you about how one of my teammate can go from "I'm cute" to "die" real quick. That's fucking deceiving."

Ko laughed a bit, knowing who he was talking about. "Go ahead, hearing your stories would certainly be interesting.

"You see..." Shima began trying to look for an explanation before placing his hands on top of the table. "One time, I said something out loud by accident and the next time I knew it, Hamlet was dramatically crying over my supposedly dead corpse as he wrapped bandages around my room." One out of the many experiences with someone from Team Omega. "Then later on, I knew Haru did it. Who else could have done it? I was fucked up with a damn knife. Just for saying shit out loud by accident." Shima shivered at the mere flashback he had with his head and it ended up making Ko burst out in laughter.

"I know who that is... I have to admit, she is fairly pretty. But as people in Zygos act, she is also deadly." He began wiping his hands with a tissue. "She's injured you, as I've heard. Also, you have a story about her so there's that. She gave Sepheir more work that one time she stabbed Ace... She truly is a wild woman." He recalled some moments he had with her, and he admitted that she wasn't someone who he talked to a lot--- but through other people he knew how she acted. "Indeed, her looks may deceiving... But I cannot fully deny that I am quite attracted to her--- Wait no, more of curiousity than attraction." Ko brought this up and Shima only placed his two hands on his shoulder like a main character from an anime.

"You wouldn't want to be curious or attracted to her."

"Oh?"

"I don't want to attend to a cat's- I mean, person's funeral."

"Is she that much of a bitch to be able to hurt someone like me?"

"Yes, she is a bitch. B i c t … h." Shima began shaking hkm slightly, as if he was trying to snap out Ko from a dream. "Did you not hear me? She almost killed me! Not only once, so that makes you not a single chance to be protected by her wrath. I don't want you to die." He finally released him before sighing. "Fuck. Why the hell do you Protezioni have some guts to be close to someone so fucking dangerous? She can probably bite your head off." A chuckle from the person he was talking to. "I'm fucking serious! She can! She's like the dam Hulk!" He began to tall about hlw she worked again. "Decent and all until she gets fucking angry!"

"Thank you for the warnings, maybe I will stop being curious." Ko said this calmly as he only continued to sip his soda. This conversation was wild, talking about girls was... surely a topic to to enjoy. Hey, at least he got to enjoy this moment because of him. If not, the whole BQ Thieves could have found him all upset over something that shouldn't even be brought up. "Additionally, thank you for talking to me about such..." His words trailed off to something else as a smirk was seen on his face. "Joker." It was a complete reference to a game Shima played and he only felt the success sharpen in his mind.

"Mission Accomplished."

"That's right... I should call you that again sometimes."

"WHAT A WONDERFUL TIME TO SEE MT DEAREST FRIENDS IN SUCH A PLACE FILLED WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND AROMAS---"

"Sorry, we were late!! I and Ren stopped in a flower shop, we bought a bouquet."

"Yarohe and Ren decided to look at the flowers and Ren posed as she read the name of the flowers out loud. It was funny to watch!"

"About time you all came... We should order shit again... MOVE OUT!"

[dimensionwriter]

Robot Roomate

You bit you lips in anger and anxiety. Your robot roomate, Elliot, has just vanished from your flat with no trace. If he were to leave to do anything, he would always tell you. So him just disappearing for almost a week, with no sign of communication, had you all over the place.

You thought back to last week to see if anything could cause this. He wasn't acting weird in any way at all. He actually seem to be in a better mood then usual. So, why did he leave all of a sudden?

You actually missed him. You missed that sleek screen that he had a face. He wasn't able to talk, so he used his screen to communicate. If he were too angry, he would start spamming angry emojis or just a knife emoji. You missed his sleek black body that shine even in the dark. He would get so angry in the summer when he would easily over heat and his fans would whirl very loudly.

Gosh, you really did miss your best friend. But it didn't seem like he miss you at all. Not a single text or email, not even a fake ad. He is very capable of hacking into anything he wants, so sending you a simply text or email is completly easy for him.

You snatched your phone off the table and checked it for the thousandth times. Still nothing. You open your app message and clicked on his name. You quickly sent him a passive agressive message.

"Hey, just checking in on you since you left in such a hurry you couldnt tell me."

You waited, but got no response. You closed the app and threw it on the other side of the couch you were laying on. You stomach let out a small growl causing you to sigh.

Usually Elliot would be the one to make you lunch. He was such a good cook and loved to show off with any chance he could. His favorite meal to cook was breakfast because he truly did believe it was the most important meal of the day, even though most of the time you would wake up past 12.

A soft knock at the door caused you to look over at it in confusion. Who is visiting you without calling you first? Unless...

You stomped over to the door and slammed it open. You were met with a black screen that a puppy on it. The puppy eyes were widen and seem to be getting closer.

"Don't you dare try to pull those puppy eyes on me," you yell flicking his screen. The image corrupted and the puppy eyes disappeared. "Explain yourself mister."

Nothing appeared on his face and you started to worry. Did something happen to him? Was he kidnapped?

You glanced at the side of his screen and you noticed that he had a red lining the bottom amd sides of the screen.

"Wait a mintue," you mumbled taking a step back to look at your best friend. He was wearing a tight white shirt with some black jeans that was low on his hips.

Through the white shirt, you could that he now had red lights outling his abs, causing them to be very noticeable through the shirt. Another line appeared on the edge of hips and disappeared underneath the pants.

"What the hell did you do?" You said in shock as you grabbed his arm which was folded behind his back. You pulled his arm up to see that the blue band around his upper arm was now a glowing red. It seem to be flowing around in a delicated dance behind the thick glass.

Something soft gently pressed against you face causing you to look down. His hand was was bigger than yours, which was usual. But the bottom of his hand, which use to have a sleek glossy finish, now was mat black with black silicon on his finger tips.

Your head was pushed up to see he had typed something on his screen. "Do you like it?"

You open your mouth to say something, but you couldn't. How could you say, 'You are the most beautiful thing I have laid my eyes upon and I love you so much. No matter what you do or how you change physically, I will always love you' in a friendly way?

You went for the giant smile with thumbs up. The words faded off the screen leaving only the shiny reflected screen.

1's and 0's flodded the screen and moved rapidly across. You tried to decode it, but it was moving too fast for you to understand him. Is he glitching out?

"Elliot," you said grabbing his face and pulling it down towards you. The numbers stopped and you were capable of reading one word before it all faded away: Rejection. "What was that? Do we need to go to the repair shop?"

His giant hand slide ontop of yours and slowly slide his fingers into yours. The silicon softly rubbed against your fingers as he let out an inaudible sigh.

"Do you like me?" The words appeared quickly before disappearing. Your eyebrows scruntched up in confusion. Elliot seems to be upset for some reason. He usually likes to use emojis or hand gesture with his words to let you know what he's feeling. All he doing is using words in a normal robot font.

"Of course," you said instantly looking at his screen.

"Well, I don't," he typed out in the plain font. Your heart dropped and you felt like your throat was closing up. You must have did something to anger him. Why is he acting like this? "I love you."

His screen came closer allowing you to see every pixel in the words. The bottom half of his screen slide up, but before you could look, you felt something press against your lips.

You jumped at the sensation of something soft and plump. It was warm and made your lips tingle. The thing pressed harder against you, almost like it was desperate.

Elliot pulled away and that where you actually saw it. Half of his screen was there and all that remain was a mat black chin with a pair of red silicon lips. The screen started to extended again covering the new feature.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," the words covered the screen complete as he took a step back. His hands covered the screen as 1's and 0's started to appear.

"You have lips," you stuttered out in shock. You pressed your fingers against your own lips and still felt thw warmth. Elliot's lips touched your lips. He kissed you.

"I do," he typed in a small blue cursive font. "I'm so sorry. I got caught up in the moment and I should have asked for your permission. I don't even know if you like me. I don't even know if you are willing to start dating a robot. I'm so stupid. 11001001000." His screen covered itself with the numbers. He's panic rambling again.

You grabbes the front of his white shirt and pulled his down. You pressed your lips against his screen and relaxed at the sensation of the cool metal against your lips. The sounds of whirling fans met your ears making you laugh.

"Give me a chance to say I love you too, idiot," you muttered staring at the red lines going across his screen. You chuckled as you saw you lip print on his screen.

"You love me," he said in bright blue with a bold font. You nodded your head with a smile on his face. 1's and 0's and zeros appeared and were bouncing around the screen. You translated it to," She said she love me."

"So, wanna tell me why you got such an upgrade?" you asked grabbing his hand and webbed your fingers inbetween his. His squeeze you hand as he looked down at it.

"I felt like I was too plain for you and looked just like any other robot. I wanted to be special for you. You deserve something better than me. Hell, even the universe isn't worthy of you. You are just so… beautiful, wonderful, and extraordinary. While. I'm just D.C.X. version 102. There's millions just like me, so why would you chose me?" The text got smaller as he went on. You gripped his hand harder and put your hand under his face to lift his screen up. You gave him a gentle patience smile to show you woul still be here no matter what.

"So, I thought that if I changed that I could catch your eyes for a little bit and show you that even though I'm not much that, I can make you happy." You were speechless from his accusation. Something that was built to be perfect felt like it wasn't enough for a creature whose species is still trying to find ways to fix themselves.

"Elliot, if you ever doubt yourself again, I will hit you with a screwdriver. You are perfect the way you are, you don't need to change. I'm the one who feel like they aren't worthy of you." His screen flashed a dangerous shade of red as he shook his head. He gripped your hand tighter and pulled you into his chest. You were met with the scent of metal with a slight hint of vanilla.

"I could give your a million and five reasons on why you are wrong. But since that will take too long, how about I take you to dinner and prove you wrong?" he type in a red cursive still with a red rose emoji at the end. He brough his right arm arouns to reveal a bunch of white and red roses.

You smiled with pure happiness as you grabbed the flowers from him. You looked up at him with a smirk. "I'll go only to prove you wrong."

He leaned down as the bottom of his screen slide up. His lips pressed against yours and you closed your eyes.

"I do appreciate that upgrade," you mumbled open your eyes to see his screen. A low hum came from him which was his signature laughter.

"I also have a tongue that I can stick out for when you do stupid things," he said in orange comic sans and his lips parted to show a bright orange silicon tongue. You laughed as you pushed him away.

You loved science.

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Hey, would you guys be interested if I did hcs (well I guess cannons) for my OC's. If you guys have any question about them, I would be happy to answer.