#and that makes the death race funnier

[handfulofmuses]

They both were like "this is my nemesis now, only i get to end this one" and then fought Raph and Mikey each time they saw each other

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Finally at Peace (19)

Summary: Y/n spends her day hanging out with the hybrids, from gardening, to watching documentaries, and star gazing at night. But despite how much they've all settled into their new house, why cant she sleep peacefully?

Word count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of abandonment, Let me know if I missed any!

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I laughed hard as chunks of dirt splattered onto Namjoon's face from Jin’s shovel. The expression he gave made it so much better and I lost my balance tumbling back slightly, my bottom firmly seated on the ground now. Jin turned to the younger man and began laughing at him, his laugh sounded similar to a horse’s ‘neigh’ and that made it all the more funnier.

Namjoon begrudgingly flicked the dirt from his shirt and then wiped it off his face whilst giving it a death glare. I kept laughing as I stomped and kicked my feet lightly on the ground below me. The three of us had been trying to fix up the garden bed so when spring rolled around, we could plant flowers and things. So far it had been going well, mostly clearing stuff out and pulling out weeds, which Namjoon had been holding onto.

“Seriously?” Namjoon asked as he kept trying to get more dirt off his face with the same hand that was holding the dirt cover weeds, resulting in a much larger smudge to appear on his left cheek. Jin couldn't stop laughing and looked away from the younger man. I snorted again before twisting myself around so I could sit on my knees. I reached for Namjoon’s face with the bottom of my shirt wrapped around my hand. I did my best to wipe most of it off his face.

“Good as new.” I smiled at him before grabbing my shovel again. 

We stayed outside for a little longer until we had decided that it was getting too cold to stay outside and we retired indoors where it was much warmer. Sighing, as I already felt much cleaner in a new shirt and jumper that weren't covered in cold dirt, I hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen where I began making myself a mug of hot chocolate.

I slowly stirred the drink, mixing all the ingredients with the hot water. I watched as the small bubbles began to circulate around the teaspoon. Suddenly, I felt two arms snake their way around the sides and my waist, resting on my abdomen, I jumped at the sudden contact, not even hearing them walk up behind me. They rested their chin on my shoulder and let out a breathy chuckle as my heart was racing, remembering I was safe, I tried to slow my racing heart.

I turned around to face the sneaky hybrid, Jimin gave me a sweet but smug smile and I sighed as I shook my head slightly, a goofy smile plastered on my face as I went back to peacefully stirring my drink. I made small talk with Jimin as he refused to leave me alone, clinging to my back like a baby koala. I had to waddle into the living room while being careful to not spill my drink. I plopped myself down onto the couch, Jimin went to sit down, but at the last minute changed his mind and sat over with Yoongi. I smiled at the 2 of them as they sat together on the couch watching the show on the TV.

I watched with them for a long while before Jimin got up and decided to do something else. I watched as he reluctantly left Yoongi’s embrace. I smiled at the two of them.

“Something wrong?” 

I blinked a few times as I registered the fact that Yoongi was asking me a question.

“Nope! Just a bit cold.” I responded, I wasn't exactly lying as that was the reason that I was cold, but that wasn't the reason I was looking over at him. I watched curiously as he fiddled with the blanket that was loosely covering his legs.

“Come here.” He said as he spread out the blanket more.

“Oh, no it's okay-”

“Don't be stubborn.” He interrupted me, cutting me off with a smile on his face. I smiled to myself as I got up from where I was on the couch and walked over to where he was. I sat next to him as he spread the blanket over me. I pulled it up to my shoulders before I leaned on him as we watched the tv,

“You humans are always so cold.” He chuckled. I smiled at his words.

“Good thing I have 7 different heaters then, right?” I joked as we kept watching the show on the tv whilst sitting really close to each other. I could feel his natural hybrid body heat warming me up and I snuggled in further to him, enjoying how much warmer I was feeling. Yoongi chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me loosely.

At some point in the later evening, I had found myself wandering around looking for something to do or some company, as I walked up the stairs I spotted one of the doors open, I knocked 3 times before poking my head around the corner to see inside. There was a desk with a chair across from the door, covering the left wall and next to the door was a couch with a small coffee table in the centre, the other side was left more open without a carpet on the floor either. The chair turned around to face the door and Hobi smiled at me and beckoned me to come inside, I walked in and closed the door behind me.

I turned to sit on the couch and saw that Namjoon was sitting down too. I gave him a quick smile before I took a seat on the couch. I sat with the 2 of them and chatted for a while. Noticing how much warmer it was in here I decided to take off my jumper, I pulled it over my head, and I quickly fixed my hair before roughly folding the jumper and putting it down on the unused coffee table.

“Are you wearing my shirt?”

I looked up at Hoseok as he scanned the shirt I was wearing, I looked down at the shirt, pulling at the bottom to see it clearly. It was definitely not mine, but I wasn't sure exactly whose it was.

“I've been looking for that shirt…” He mumbled as he confirmed it was his. I felt a mix of emotions, but I couldn't ignore the fact that I was wearing his shirt, one he had been looking for.

“O-Oh, sorry. I'll go change and give it back.” I stuttered out as I went to stand up so I could go change and give him back his shirt that I had been wearing for most of the day. I felt a bit guilty about it, but I also couldn't ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

“No, it's okay. You look cute in my shirt.” he said with a knowing smile as he looked at me, making eye contact. “You can keep it.” The small amount of guilt I had completely dissipated as my stomach bloomed into its own spring, butterflies, flowers, blossoms, everything, I could feel my face heat up and I started to relax back into the couch a little more, I mumbled a quiet thanks before feeling completely incapable of talking.

Hobi chuckled and looked over to Namjoon as they spoke about something, I was too in my own thoughts to understand what it was.

Coming back to reality I tuned into their conversation, hearing them talk about the other pack mates reminded me of a question that I had been meaning to ask. I waited until they had finished their current back and forth to ask my question

“Jimin and Yoongi are quite close, aren't they?” I asked the two hybrids, Namjoon looked towards me and glanced back at Hobi who had turned his chair to face between me and Namjoon while he looked at me.

“Yeah, they are. They've known each other the longest so it makes sense how close they are.” He said whilst he seemed to do some quick maths in his head.

I hummed in understanding, but I didn't really understand. I have more questions now. I wasn't sure if I should push the topic further, but they didn't seem nervous or unwilling to answer my questions, so I pushed forward. “Really? They knew each other before the rest of you?”

Namjoon nodded. “Yeah, before we were all together, they had each other.” He explained. “They used to stay with this nice old man. I don't remember his name.” Namjoon looked towards Hobi to help him out with what he wasn't remembering, Hobi hummed before speaking.

“I don't think they told us? But yeah, they lived with that man for a long time. We never got know to him because by that time he had…already passed. Jimin and Yoongi were wandering the streets and we just so happened to run into them.”

“Oh...”

I wasn't sure what to say to that, they used to stay with someone else? An elderly man. My thoughts wandered as I thought about why some who they had described as kind and caring would throw them out onto the streets.

“Wait, so why would he kick them out? I thought you said he was nice.” I asked curiously, I saw Namjoon hesitate and think for a second, like he wasn't sure if he should tell me, before answering my question.

“He was, but…his family wasn't.” He paused. “They weren't interested in giving hybrids any of the inheritance and didn't want to ‘bear the burden’ of looking after 2 of them…”

Namjoon seemed to struggle with what he was saying, and I reached a hand out and wrapped it around his, giving a firm squeeze and smiling at him when he met my gaze. “That’s horrible.” I spoke while looking up and then over to Hoseok who looked down at his hands before looking up and making eye contact with me.

“Yeah…Not long after that kind old man died, the family took Yoongi and Jimin and left them in an alleyway.”

My heart broke at the story, it was not something I had imagined to be real. I could feel anger bubbling up inside, but I had to remind myself that it was the past and I wouldn't be able to change anything. What matters is that they are here now, they have a loving pack, a safe home, and they have me. “Good thing they found you guys then, right?”

“Yeah, after we found them there were 6 of us, it was harder to stay undetected, and we had to share more food, but it was easier to defend ourselves after that.”

It was hard to hear how bad things were and had been for them. I felt a small tear build up in the corner of my eye and my chest felt heavy and ached. “I’m glad you all found each other.” I smiled brightly at them both, trying to lift the mood of the room.

“We’re happy we found you.” Hobi beamed as he looked over at me, his cute orange fox ears making him all the more cuter. “You saved us.”

You saved me.

I stayed with Hobi and Namjoon for a few hours as we just chatted and talked about things. As the afternoon started turning into the evening, I started feeling a bit tired. I leaned my head on Namjoon’s shoulder as they kept talking. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes as I yawned from tiredness. I could definitely go for a nap, but i wasn't sure if it was so late in the day that if I did, I would be awake all night.

Namjoon and Hoseok paused their conversation as they looked over at me when I yawned.

“Sorry.” I said as I smiled at them.

“No, No, it’s fine.” Namjoon assured me, I smiled and just nodded my head against his shoulder as I looked over to Hobi who was looking back at me sweetly with a soft and affectionate smile on his face. 

I felt my face heat up slightly under his gaze, I gave him a genuine smile as Namjoon started talking again and the two of them fell into a loose conversation while I sat and listened quietly. I listened to them intently as they spoke casually, I occasionally piped into the conversation too, but I was beginning to feel very tired from the day, I reached for my phone on the table before returning back to my position with my head resting and Namjoon’s shoulder.

I switched on my phone to see what time it was, and as I checked the clock, blue light started to enter my eyes. Since it was just about four in the afternoon, taking a little nap wasn't too late. I couldn't help but smile as I gazed at my phone's lock screen picture and the associated memories.

“Are we your lock screen?” I heard Namjoon ask curiously from above me.

I looked up at him as he asked his question before I looked back down at my phone, he was right. My lockscreen picture was Me, Namjoon, Jin, Yoongi, and Hobi. I took it when the other younger members were playing a game at the festival. I was in front holding the camera, Hobi stood next to me on the right side of the photo, posing with a big grin on his face.

Jin stood right behind me, making me look short. He smiled and was also posing. Namjoon stood back from us a bit, over Jin’s shoulder, so you could only see the top half of him, he was looking at the camera smiling. Lastly, Yoongi stood much further back, and he was definitely not posing, we had caught him off guard before he could smile so he was half turned to the camera with a bit of a glare. This photo always made me giggle.

“Yeah, it’s the photo we took at the Carolfarm Festival a while back.” I answered him as I had a big smile on my face before I turned the phone around so Hobi could see it. Just as I did, he got up and sat down on the couch, lifting up my legs so he could and sit down before putting them down on his lap.

I adjusted where I pointed my phone so he could also see. I watched his face change into a big smile before he started laughing, no doubt at the photo and how only half of us actually knew it was being taken.

“I love that photo!” He exclaimed while still laughing, his laugh was contagious, causing me and Namjoon to chuckle too.

“I feel so special.” Namjoon said in a joking tone while holding his hand up to his chest.

I giggled more at his words. “I have all of you guys on my phone.” I explained as I opened my phone with my password, swiping a few times until I could get a clear view of my home wallpaper without the apps in the way.

The wallpaper was Jimin in the centre, taking a selfie. I was standing behind him on the left side, right about to whack a pillow into the side of his head from behind, I had a crazy look in my eye. To the right was Taehyung and Jungkook in the background on the bed. Jungkook was blurry as he was moving when we took the photo, but he was crawling across the bed towards Taehyung, who stood on the other side. His mouth was wide open as he was yelling at the time, he was also slightly motion blurred as he was also moving when we took the photo.

The whole background embodied the chaos that was the younger pack members and me when we were trapped in a room together. I couldn't help but burst into laughter as I remember when and how this photo was taken. I moved it so Namjoon could see it better before I turned the phone to Hobi. Both of them immediately burst into laughter alongside me.

“What on earth was Kook doing?” Namjoon asked from above me, wiping a tear from his eye.

“I think...I think he was trying to bite Taehyung.” I said between laughs as I explained the situation to them both. The three of us continued to giggle and laugh. We talked about my backgrounds, eventually I opened up my photos and we went through them as I showed them some of my favourites. I spent most of the afternoon with Namjoon and Hobi, just talking and chatting and enjoying their time and company, and I took a nap because I was incredibly tired.

It was later that night when my peaceful mood had been interrupted, I was sketching and planning ideas for a new cafe. The plans had been put on hold until we settled into a new house, but me and Seoyeon were still planning a new location. Business was booming and we were quickly outgrowing the small corner space that we had.

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!” Someone yelled out, repeating my name a few more times, the voice muffled by the walls until it wasn't, and their yelling was as clear as day. “Y/n!” I turned to face the door in a panic, worried something was wrong, Jungkook came bursting into my room, Taehyung following right behind him.

“What? What's wrong? Is everyone okay?” I asked frantically. Jungkook took a second to gain his balance and catch his breath while shaking his head, Taehyung gave me a thumbs up. Knowing that everything was okay my nerves calmed as I waited for Kook to tell me whatever it was that had him running up to my room.

“We’re having a picnic, and Jin said that there’s a meteor shower tonight, so we're all going to go and watch it.”

Excitement filled me as I thought about seeing a meteor shower and shooting stars, something I had never seen before. I nodded my head as I quickly packed up and slipped on some warm clothes, that being a jumper and some winter leggings, and then followed the boys downstairs.

 As I walked around the corner I was still pulling the jumper into place and adjusting it, I watched Jimin rush around like he was looking for something. Clearly, he found it as he bent down and scooped his arms around something.

He turned around, in his grasp dangling, was a very tired, grumpy looking Yoongi cat, his little cat body swayed slightly as Jimin walked around with him. I snorted slightly at them as I watched the duo disappear out the back door, which we soon also went through.

We walked to the middle of our backyard where I saw a large blanket layed on the ground, a few small ones were folded up on top alongside some pillows too, there was a small group of basic snacks piled in the middle too. Jimin plopped down onto the blanket with Yoongi next to him, finally letting go of the kitty. Jungkook and Taehyung joined him as the three of them sat together at the front of the blanket.

I smiled warmly at the three of them even though they were facing away from me, I glanced down at Yoongi who had curled himself up on one of the pillows, I giggled at that before sitting myself down beside him, I gave him a few pats before his attention was briefly stolen away by the rest of the pack joining us, Namjoon sat on the other side of yoongi and starting petting him too.

Jin sat down next to me, even when we were sitting down, he towered over me, he smiled down at me before moving himself on the blanket and laying down, motioning for me to lay down too and explaining that the meteor shower should start soon. I turned to the side before lying down and resting my head on Jin's chest and hanging my legs over Namjoon’s lap.

I moved Yoongi's pillow, much to his dismay, so that he would get a better view of the sky and not be crushed by my legs. He gave me a look before yawning and glancing away. Hobi sat down also, laying his head on my stomach. I laughed internally as we all sat in a puzzle like fashion, but it was comfy so who cares. Jin shifted and a few seconds later a blanket was thrown over me to keep me warm, I thanked him before snuggling into it.

I turned to yoongi whose feline face lined up with mine, so close I couldn't see anything other than his black fur. He opened his mouth and yawned, stretching his little paws out in front of him before pulling them in under himself whilst staring at me. I scrunch my nose up as his cat breath hit my nose from so close.

“Blegh. You have cat breath.” I whispered to the small kitty in front of me. He stared silently at me before slightly opening his mouth.

“Meow?”

The noise that came out from him was cute and it almost seemed as though he was confused at what I said, but I knew damn well he understood everything, so I gave him a sarcastic smile before looking away.

Just in time, as Jin announced and pointed out the first meteor, that it was starting, everyone went quiet as we stared up at the sky. One streak moved across the night sky. 

The sky went back to its stagnant unmoving state before it exploded with streaks shooting across the sky, lighting up the yard. My mouth was open and agape as I had never seen something so pretty.

“It’s beautiful.” I said mesmerised, I heard a few hums of agreement as we all laid back and watched the sky. It was beautiful, the many stars that most had grown used to were now accompanied by flying rocks as they shined and lit up the sky, travelling from far away and coming past our earth, past the moon, before continuing on their journey.

It was gorgeous and magical, I was in awe so I couldn’t turn my eyes away.

“I love that look.”

I turned to face Jin with a confused look on my face.

“The way you look at things that you love.” He said as he looked down at me, his face showed genuine adoration as his eyes scanned over my face and he smiled. “Do you even know how pretty you are?

I wasn't sure what to say to that, I never thought of myself as being exceptionally pretty, I was okay, but there were definitely girls that were prettier. 

“I have you guys to keep reminding me.”

I smiled up at him, finally thinking of an answer. He smiled back at me lovingly before moving a hand to my head and gently playing with my hair as I turned to look up at the sky once again.

We passed around snacks as we all sat out under the moonlight, facing up towards the sky as we watched the stars. As I bit down into my strawberry and watched the meteors I couldn’t help but wish this moment would last forever, I would give anything to be able to experience this moment with the 8 of us every day.

But unfortunately, time stops for no one, and I slowly found myself drifting off, closing my eyes for just a second turned into a few minutes, turned into 20 minutes, and turned into me fully falling asleep. With my head resting on Seokjin's lap and Yoongi’s small cat body curled up on my stomach I fell asleep under the stars.

I woke up in my room, it was dark, the only light being from the moon which illuminated my room in a bluish glow. I raised my hand up to rub my eyes as I tried to remember what had happened. 

I sat up and looked down at my lap as I scratched my head. I was tucked into my own bed, but I didn’t remember falling asleep here. I looked out the window and up at the clear, dark sky, squinting slightly as it started coming back to me. I remembered that we were watching the meteor shower, outside. I must have fallen asleep. I concluded.

Thinking maybe I could get in another hour or two of sleep, I rubbed my face once more. I laid back down in my bed and got comfortable so I could fall asleep again.

My position didn't feel right, so I rolled over. I turned over and gave my feet a little kick. It wasn't right either. In an attempt to make it work, I pulled my knees up closer to my chest and wrapped my arms around myself, hoping that would work. It didn’t. 

I turned over onto my back and huffed out as I pulled the blankets down. I couldn’t sleep. Even lying alone in my bed made me feel strange in a way I couldn't express. 

My body was itching for me to get up, and so I did. I threw my blankets off and swung myself up before I got out of the bed. I stood in the centre of my room, the moonlight shining on me, and I slowly turned in circles, trying to find something to occupy me, something to scratch the itch inside of me. 

I huffed out as I realised that whatever it was that I needed, wasn’t in the room. I wrapped my blanket around my shoulders before I slowly and quietly opened my door and stepped out into the cold and dark hallway. I instinctively wrapped my arms over each other to keep myself warm as I shuffled down the hallway until I could see the door at the end.

I walked up to it until I was standing in front of it, staring down, I could see my own silhouette cast onto it from the moonlight. I took a deep breath, I shouldn’t open it, I really shouldn’t open it.

I reached out and grabbed onto the cool metal handle, biting my lip. Looking down at it, I hesitated because I knew I shouldn't open it, but I couldn't help but listen to the part of me that was yelling at me to do it. 

I took a deep breath before I slowly pushed open the wooden door, a dark abyss awaiting me. I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted to the new light levels. The moon light shone in through a window and I could just barely see a silhouette of a very large bed, with many people on it. 

I could hear the light snores and breathing coming from inside the room as I looked at the bed. I couldn’t explain why my body seemed to ache and my heart felt heavy. All I wanted to do was to crawl into the bed. It looked so comfortable and cosy. 

I could see how subtle the bumps in the bed moved, slowly rising up and down as the hybrids beneath breathed peacefully. I could see a tail hanging down the side, the darkness of it being like no other. Taehyung. I could also see a pair of long furry ears that would occasionally twitch. Namjoon.

Was it weird that I ached so badly to join them? Was it wrong? I couldn’t explain it. I wanted to walk over and snuggle into the pile, but I couldn’t, I shouldn’t.

I bit on my lower lip as I stood in the doorway debating with myself while observing the hybrids, who were soundly asleep. Deciding it was best to close the door and go back to my own room I took a step back and began begrudgingly and slowly closing the door in front of me.

But something caught my eye.

A pair of glowing eyes emerged in the shadows as I turned to face the bed, which was lit by the beautiful moon.

Suddenly, someone on the bed sat up. They swayed a little, so even though I couldn't see their face because of the darkness, I could tell they were tired. I just stood there staring at them. I had been discovered. 

I tried to get out of the room and shut the door, but as I went to do so, my blanket got stuck beneath the bottom. I continued to strain and tug on the blanket, shaking the door back and forth in the hopes of freeing it.

“Y/n.”

I froze as I heard my name spoken, my movement stopped as I looked over to the bed. They didn't say anything else, but they opened their arms as an invitation for me to walk over. I hesitated for a moment, questioning whether I was seeing things correctly in the darkness, but when I saw them reach out towards me, beckoning me over to them, I knew I saw correctly.

I dropped the blanket from my shoulders and walked over towards them on the bed. The room was shrouded in darkness, so I was careful where I walked, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window. I still couldn't quite make out their facial features, but based on the shape of their ears and themself, I was pretty sure of who it was. As I stood right in front of them, as close to the bed as I could possibly be without crawling on it. They reached out and wrapped their arms around me before pulling me down into the bed with them.

I gasped quietly from surprise as they shuffled around, moving the blankets, before pulling them over me so I was nice and warm. I snuggled into the blankets and pillows as my body finally felt at ease, that part of me that was longing for them now disappeared and the itch inside me had been scratched.

They pulled me into their chest tightly to keep me warmer, I smiled to myself as I closed my eyes, my body finally being able to give in to the tiredness. I could hear the soft snores and breathing of the other around me, and soon my own soft breaths joined theirs as I fell asleep, my mind finally feeling at peace.

A/n: The next update is here! I honestly couldnt tell you why this took so long, i was having so much trouble writing it for some reason. But anyways, this chapter and the last were just supposed to be more relaxed, a bit of 'slice of life' if you will, just Y/n and the members hanging out together (before the drama comes). Crazy that theres only 11 chapter left. I hope everyone has a great day or night, or wherever you are reading from, Thank you all so much for reading! 💜💜💜

[phoenixyfriend]

Jango Fett the Mushroom Man

The other day, @threebea came to the DMs with the following:

Vampire Satine Very much at odds with other vampires of her lineage for how humans are treated etc etc, but mostly it was just aesthetics, and Obi-Wan in the wet heroine at the castle door, Satine trying very hard not to give into her nature while both of them are intensely pulled toward each other etc etc. Also vampire that could easily wreck the shit of hunters but is a pacifist so her fleshy boyfriend throws himself in the way of them Death watch hunter or w/e: You're letting your thrall fight for you. Satine, trying to grab Obi-Wan by the ear: We can just run stop it. Jedi probably mage/"hunters" who only hunt to keep balance but there's bad blood between their order and vampires (or whatever) For once I didn't get much into world building, [the clones] might not be and it's just the 'ruling' Mandalorians that are vampires. So the usual suspects like Tor, Jango, Jaster etc. Clones could be magic simulacrums (or that's what they're called) sim troopers. Vampire lords ruling the people, and it's for protection, but can get very abusive and predatory quick depending who is in rule.

Which is great! But my first thought in regards to the question of 'what's up with the clones' was uh. Well this was my message.

Help my first thought was "what if Jango buds like a fungus and got hit with some disease that makes him overproduce so he made thousands instead of like two".

And it's off to the races.

The weirdest magical malady. Jango the mushroom man. Adopted by vampires. They can't eat him because blood different and also fungus is weird. Jaster: This is my mushroom son [hugging Jango to him] Jango:

I didn't even mean for Jango budding to be a vampire AU thing unless vampires bud, but this is so much funnier.

Satine and Obi-Wan having dark gothic vampire romance, and meanwhile:

Montross: You cannot make a mushroom your heir >< you are a vampire lord! Jaster: It doesn't say in the rulebook that a mushroom can't be a vampire lord

Jaster pointing out that Jango looks and acts human other than the mushroom thing

Jaster: Show them. Jango: sigh [grows fangs, they're not hard or anything they just look like fangs]

The fangs pop off and turn into more sons.

Jango: …. Jango: [Puts them in a box with a bunch of other mushroom children] Jaster: Jango! Mushroom children:

The human form is basically a shape they take. They could be other shapes maybe a cuckoo kind of defense thing where they get raised by other races a lot.

For the sake of Jango's sanity, maybe they only need a few days to be walking and talking toddlers. And have rudimentary knowledge passed down genetically somehow instead of being taught (basically flash training but like the goa'uld).

Vamps try to bite them for blood but it's just. Mushroom.

Vamp: pah wtf? Lol yes they grow super fast

Chop off an arm and it not only grows back but it becomes another child. I'm imagining they wear the armor because it's easy to break off a piece like portobello mushroom.

Most are limbs slowly morphing into babies.

Lol yep it's a very hardy fighting force. More soldiers at the end of a battle than the beginning. Sort of scary actually. Although maybe part of the Kamino sorcerer thing was that they made it so that the babies grow even more rapidly.

Jango, confused: Why do they have bones

[cassatine]

my conclave review i guess! i was going to gush in chat but then. too many words.

so literally all i knew about it going in was (1) a cardinal vapes in it (2) probably it's about a conclave?? (3) good vibes according to dashboard osmosis. the cinematography was a+, which i always appreciate. i liked that on one level it's a perfect comedy, really fucking funny in a sort of understated way. the beginning kinda reminded me of the death of stalin, what with the inciting event being the guy at the top of the hierarchy dying… somehow excellent comedy setup. at the very beginning, when lawrence & co struggle a bit to take the ring off the pope's corpse and it's all so ritualized, that's when i knew it was going to be Funny.

but beyond the fact that it was funnier than i expected... i liked the layers. most of all i think i liked the earnestness. ralph fiennes mid-crisis of faith, hating his job, trying to be a moral man in a system that is broken?? chef's kiss. the other cardinals of note were also nicely layered, like adeyemi? it would have been so easy to just stop at his being homophobic and treat his having had a kid being revealed as comeuppance but the way he cries and asks lawrence to pray with him… he sucks and it's a good thing he's taken off the race but it also happens for the wrong reason. bellini who's lying to himself and everyone else over not wanting to be the pope when he so clearly does and still letting himself be bought by the promise of a nice post… and yet he is not just an hypocrite. he sees he failed. he apologizes. he is only human. tedesco could have been a one note villain but he's the coolest dude around, and on a fundamental level that's part of what makes him dangerous: he's a reactionary and a bigot but he makes it kinda sexy. you want to like him; he's fun to watch and he has style, something the other cardinals probably wouldn't recognize if it hit them in the face. benitez. well. benitez is jesus. sister agnes was neat, it's a bit sad we don't really get to know her but she's indispensable and i love that for her. like. here's a bunch of dudes with all the decisional power who expect her to just exist in the background doing the menial work and then her printer expertise ends up being vital, and in general lawrence wouldn't have managed as well without her support… noice.

the end feels a bit easy, like lbr benitez being elected pope because he made a nice speech is ludicrous, but also… it works for me?

(1) on some level the film is about the difficulties of trying to be a moral person in a system that does not reward being moral. sure it's about faith and doubt and the limitations of organized religion. it's about catty bitches vying for power in a ritualized way that, on some level, speaks of an institution that ossified, that resists change (and on that note: benitez, obviously-the-best candidate only gets elected because people skirt the isolation rules, because the outside world intrudes. also because he is jesus.) it's stated near the beginning that the pope hadn't lost faith in god but in the church, and through the movie we can see why, all the machinations and the thirst for power and the fallibility of the men within the institution. through lawrence we see how much easier it would be to just… stop trying, to do the convenient thing, the easy thing, rather than the right thing, and to find justifications for that: better not make waves and better not make a scandal, for the sake of electing a blandly liberal pope rather than tedesco. and who would disagree? sure, better a bland liberal than reactionary tedesco. but then comes the ethical quandary: should the goal of avoiding one evil mean closing your eyes to another? should you forsake your sense of right and wrong for the greater good? too often i think we are told to prioritize the greater good, and maybe sometimes we should. but maybe sometimes we shouldn't. maybe sometimes we should hold to our principles. in the end, benitez being elected pope isn't going to miraculously make the catholic church and its agents unproblematic. but it is a win, and it happens because lawrence kept choosing to do (what he believes is) the right thing, the moral thing, even when it's not easy, even when it's inconvenient, even when he's told he's being naive and hurting the greater cause. and i appreciate that message.

(2) as i said: benitez is jesus. the film is a parable… it's a story about how jesus showed up, completedly unexpected, in the middle of the church his disciples built, and because the church is made up of people and people are flawed and faillible and too busy with things like power, they did not notice jesus walking among them. at least not until god (metaphorically) shone a light on him. like yes sure the way benitez ends up the one elected is ludicrous but!! it took an act of god. not the bombs per se. but the tragedy of it intruding into the isolated conclave? the windows exploding, the light coming in, this is what allows the true stakes to become clear again, and for benitez's love thy neighbour speech to take place at all - a speech contrasted with tedesco's own, all the style stripped from him, making it clear he is a man who reaches for hate and not compassion. it's a parable!! it takes a tragedy. it takes an act of god.

[lavenderstobins]

Kitty (Josieverse)

for @stcreators event 07: comedy [ao3]

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Steve comes home from work and finds the house oddly empty. Eddie's at Wayne's, he knows, but Robin and Josie should be long home by now.

"Rob?" he calls, heading up the stairs.

They're not in Robin's room, Josie's room or his and Eddie's room; not the bathroom, attic or playroom.

He's about to call for them again, heading towards the entrance to the basement, when he hears a muffled noise from the backyard.

Steve opens the backdoor and immediately finds both Robin and Josie atop the trampoline. They're not using it, though — Robin's holding Josie in her arms, her back to him, pressed as close as she can get into the netting around it.

"Kitty!" Josie shouts joyfully, waving her hands. "Here, kitty, kitty!"

"Josephine, for the last time, that is not a cat!" Robin's voice is strained. "Do not encourage it!"

"Kitty cat!"

"What's going on?" Steve calls, scanning for whatever's got them seemingly trapped. There aren't any bears in Hawkins, to his knowledge, or at least, none close enough to wander into their backyard.

A jolt of panic goes through him. The Upside Down was sealed off years ago, but what if it's reopened somehow? Could there be a democreature in their garden?

He's about to race off to grab his nailbat—carefully bubblewrapped in his wardrobe, he's not irresponsible—when Robin turns to face him, eyes wide and terrified. In doing so, he can see not only Josie's gleeful expression, but the 'kitty cat' that has them holed up on the trampoline.

It's no democreature. At the back of their garden, staring back at them, is a small raccoon.

"Steve!" Robin's face floods with relief. "Get it away!"

"Kitty!" Josie makes grabby hands in the raccoon's direction. "Fluffy kitty!"

"No fluffy kitty!" Robin holds her tighter as she struggles, wrestling to keep her from bounding towards it. "Plague carrier! Death bringer!"

"Steeeeve, look! Look!" Josie waves at him. "Kitty!"

"How— How long have you been up there?" Steve's trying so, so hard to keep a straight face. Now that there's a clear lack of danger, the situation is looking a lot funnier.

Robin, because she always sees straight through him, scowls at him. "It's not funny, Steve! Do you want us to all die of rabies?"

"Rabies!" Josie yells delightedly.

"Alright, alright, keep your hair on." He ducks back inside, grabbing the broom from the cupboard. He grabs Eddie's gardening gloves for good measure if only so Robin doesn't yell at him.

Robin watches him with the eyes of a hawk as he slowly approaches the raccoon. It's a little thing, clearly young, only a couple of steps actually into their garden. It blinks up at him with big eyes.

"Go on, little fella," he murmurs, gently nudging it with the end of the broom. He's careful not to jab at it; he doesn't want to hurt it.

The raccoon scuffles back a bit, looking at him dolefully.

"Yeah, I know, it looks ridiculous to me, too." He glances back at the other two, taking in the stress on Robin's face, then prods it again. "But I think Robin might genuinely have a heart attack if you stay here any longer."

The raccoon chitters at him, possibly in annoyance, and flounces off into the woodland. Once he's sure it's gone, he heads back to the trampoline, trying to hide his smile.

"You got rid of it?" Robin squints at him, like he might've hidden the raccoon up his sweater or something. "It's gone?"

"It's gone," he confirms. Her shoulders sag with relief and she finally lets Josie slide down.

"Kitty," Josie says sadly. She stares off into the distance for a moment, but then seems to distract herself remembering that the trampoline is a trampoline, beginning to bounce wildly instead.

Robin wobbles, grabbing Steve's shoulders to steady herself as she finally emerges from the trampoline.

"Thanks," she mumbles, brushing her hair from her face.

He grins at her. "How long?"

She grimaces, flushing. "... I don't want to talk about it."

"How long, Buckley?"

"... Two hours."

[cirrus-grey]

They said he'd been educated at the Assassin's school, but no one remembered what weapons he'd learned. He'd studied languages.

I'd forgotten Vetinari specialized in languages at school. It's not a very important detail, but it does make this bit later in the book a lot funnier:

“Ah.” The Patrician flicked through a stack of Leonard's drawings. “And the hieroglyphs - an alphabet of signs and colors. Colors is a language... What a fascinating idea...”

“An emotional intensifier,” said Leonard. “But of course we ourselves use something like it. Red for danger and so on. I never did succeed in translating it, though.”

“Colors as a language...” murmured Lord Vetinari.

They're in a life-or-death race against the clock to stop a war before it can start and he's geeking out over his college major. Good for him, honestly.

[formulapookie]

I honestly don't know if this has been written before but maybe rosquez and 32 👉👈

32. to wake up

Vale has been still for the past ten minutes, too scared to do any movement that would cause Marc to wake up.

He’s perfect right now, he’s perfect always Vale would say, but when he sleeps and doesn’t have to worry about racing, training, or his arm he’s relaxed, calm, and it makes Vale’s heart jump because of how beautiful he is.

Vale knows he’s not bad looking at all, he knows he is hot, but Marc, he is something else.

He’s perfect, from the soft curve of his lips to his nose, to his beautiful brown eyes and the gorgeous smile he has.

His body seems designed by Gods as every other little thing about him, like that small mole he has on his right pec and that Vale has kissed so many times.

When he’s sleeping he looks like a painting, ethereal, untouchable almost, and despite that Marc is resting on top of Vale, head on his chest and one arm tight around his waist.

Marc who’s dreaming of them racing together at the Ranch, once they will have told everyone about their relationship.

This time it will work, Marc knows, Vale knows, even Alex from whom the relationship had been kept a secret for a total of six hours, knew this time was different.

They have plans today, they want to go to a private beach Vale had booked for them only, for privacy but also to show off some wealth, even if Marc is rich on his own. 

They should’ve been up half an hour ago, but Vale didn’t have the heart to wake him, he wanted to bathe in his perfection a bit longer. 

When the clock ticks 10 in the morning thought Vale knows he has to disturb Marc’s sleep, because if he doesn’t they’ll end up going to the beach too late and then Marc will not be able to have his photoshoot, where Vale basically follows him around to every little beautiful place where he can take pictures with the sea and make Vale pray to every God to please let this be over so they can go tan or swim.

Even tho Vale loves taking pictures of him, he can hold onto the pictures for how long he likes and most of them are really beautiful and Vale finds himself thirsting over them.

He moves a strand of hair from Marc’s forehead and places a kiss there, whispering next to the boys ear.

“Amore, you need to wake up, it's late, don’t you wanna go take pictures?”

“Mmmh Vale why did you wake me I want to sleep”

“I know I know bimbo but it’s 10 already, I know you want to get to the beach early to take pictures”

“Another kiss”

Vale smiles, and gives him one more kiss on his forehead, making Marc laugh.

“One more and I wake up… maybe”

Vale wiggles himself from Marc’s hold and presses his lips against his boyfriend’s, who reciprocates by deepening it.

“Mh Marc Marc I'd love this right now I swear, but we have plans today don’t you want to follow them?”

Marc opens his eyes now, clearly fully awake even if he’s got bed hair and the imprint of the pillow on the side of his body.

“The plans are just you drooling after me as you take my pictures, I think what I have in mind is way funnier”

He’s biting at his lip, looking up at Vale who already gave up his tentative goal of getting Marc out of bed.

“You’re gonna be the death of me Marc”

The boy smiles, pulling Vale back on him, hands everywhere and legs tangled.

What a way to wake up.

Send me a Ship name and a Number and I'll write a kiss

[seenoversundown]

For Death Or Glory : Chapter Eleven

Jake Kiszka x Charlotte (Fem OC)

Warnings: MORE FLUFF, a bit of anxiety (good & bad) , intrusive thoughts, a little flirting, and Jacob is smooth as HELL this chapter folks. (I simply don't have a lot of warnings for you this week but we are RAPIDLY approaching the chapters that will have warnings do not fret, my loves!)

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Charlotte battles her silly little brain about what happened, deciding to confide in one of our favorite people. They help her rationalize a little and boy does that pan out nicely for Miss Charlotte.

Author's Note: I love them, I love them, I love them. I was kicking my feet and blushing while writing this chapter, honestly! They are so so cute together and we are getting into the fun part of the story and I'm excited for you guys to enjoy it with me 🤭💕

You're Not Special, Babe - Orla Gartland "Some people don't stick around, But, don't let yourself down. Find the ones that get you, Stick to them like hot glue."

Bzzt.

Bzzt.

Bzzt.

I can hear my phone vibrating in the other room as I make my coffee. Who would be texting me this early? Well, other than Jacob, he seemingly just never sleeps. I grab the mug carefully, taking little sips as I head back to my couch to continue getting some work done. 

Quinn: Gooooooooodmorning Charmander! 

Quinn: Is there something I should know? 

Quinn: I just got to the boy’s apartment to surprise Josh and Jake is smiling like the Cheshire Cat at his coffee 😌

I feel my smile start to sneak out; that’s so cute. My thumbs hesitate to tell them everything. I mean, if you don’t tell them, I’m sure Josh will.  

Charlotte: lol um well 🫣

Quinn: hang on 

Before I have time even to think, my phone is ringing. 

“Hi there,” I answer, chuckling at how fast they managed to call. 

“WHAT HAPPENED?” they whisper yell into the phone. “I just ran out of the apartment for this; you better spill.” 

The thought of them running right past Jacob to call me makes it even funnier.

“Okay, fine,” I start. “I may have kissed him.” My hand flies up to cover my mouth because I didn’t hear it until just now. 

“OH MY GOD,” they practically yelp into the phone, “AHHHHH.” 

My face is absolutely beat red by this point, and I manage to squeak out a little, “I know.” 

“How was it? What happened? I need to know EVERYTHING.” 

My mind races back to the moment I decided to go for it. His sweet face only lit up from the street lamps, the way his thumb was rubbing the back of my hand, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how soft his lips looked. Remembering my promise to Cass that I would give it a shot if I found a long-haired, soft, nerdy boy. I couldn’t restrain myself anymore when I leaned in, just kissing the corner of his mouth, hoping it would be enough for him to know that I also wanted it. I had caught him looking at my mouth enough the last couple of hours; I knew he had been thinking about it. 

The look on his face when I pulled back, his eyes darting back and forth between mine, and I swear he could hear my thoughts screaming, “Please kiss me, for the love of god.” His soft voice asked if it was okay before he finally went for it. I’d never felt such a relief. The second his lips pressed into mine, it was like nothing mattered. Breathing him in, the feeling of his hands holding my jaw, his fucking smile when we couldn’t figure out how to stop. His kiss was better than anything I could have imagined.  I don’t know what happened in that moment, honestly. I felt like I could have kissed him for hours, but it wouldn’t have been enough. He held onto me like I was made of porcelain, so gentle but like he couldn’t let go, or I’d break. It’s hard to believe that he hasn’t spent much time in relationships or with someone in general with the way he knows what he’s doing. 

If it wasn’t the way his lips were moving, it was the placement of his hands—the subtle, soothing feeling of his thumbs rubbing my cheekbones. His voice really was lethal at the moment. All he said was, “So.. uh,” and I already felt myself melting back into him; I couldn’t resist the smile when I went back for more. 

The butterflies in my stomach when he needed one more kiss before I could leave. There’s something about him that makes my head spin when I’m around him, and I wish I could figure it out. 

“Why do I want to cry?” Quinn finally says, after my long-winded explanation of the night before. 

“It was really so cute,” I join in. 

“How do you feel about it?” 

Scared. Not good. Unwell. BAD. 

I hesitate, “I uh-” I don’t know what to say about it.  

“Charlotte, it’s okay if you enjoyed it.”

I can’t find words to say, so I just wait for them to continue. 

“I just mean- don’t overthink it! Which I feel like you’re doing with how quiet you are.” 

I finally spit out, “What if it was just like .. heat of the moment? I don’t know.”

They laugh quietly, “I don't think Jake would still be giggling like a little girl if it was just a momentary thing.”

“It was a good kiss..” I admit, but my face still feels hot. 

“I bet it was! I’ve always wondered if he kisses the same way as Josh because they’re–” 

“QUINN!”

“IT’S JUST THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS, LOTTIE,”

I feel my phone vibrate against me; a notification drops down: another email from my boss. I don’t want to open that. Hopefully, for your sake, he’s not mad.  I have no self-control when it comes to working, though, so I put Quinn on speaker so I can read the email quickly. 

‘Charlotte, How are things going? I know we discussed you working remotely temporarily, but I’m just following up on how long you think you’ll need to be out of the office. This really isn’t something we’re supposed to be doing, but you’ve been keeping up with your work, so I’m not going to say anything. Please let me know what your timeline is looking like so we can discuss how to continue further.

Breathing out a sigh quietly, I’ll deal with that later. I’m still battling the urge to tell him that I’m grieving and that he’s being insensitive to that. Especially given that I’ve never needed more than a day or two off of work for any other reason. 

They pull me back to reality and say, “Maybe you just need to see how you feel the next time you see him.”

“Maybe,” I breathe out. It’s just a job, it’s just a job, it’s just a job. 

“You can debunk the fluke concept you have floating around in that pretty head of yours. Because for as much as I know Jake, he wouldn’t do anything unless there was some emotion behind it. He’s not a one-night stand type of boy, I can tell you that.”

My heart beats harder in my chest, listening to them talk about him, “I’m inclined to believe you. He doesn’t strike me as one.”

“No, he’s the definition of a hopeless romantic if I’ve ever met one.”

I don’t know if that helps, but it definitely makes me want to see him tonight. 

My brain moves faster than my mouth can, “Do you know if Mel is working tonight?” 

“I can ask, hold on.” 

I listen to the sounds of them making their way back into the apartment, the door shutting, before listening to their conversation.

‘Hey, Jack Sparrow, is Mel working tonight?’

‘Uhh, yes, I think Josh is training her for a bit. She won’t be in long, though.’

‘Oooo okay..’ 

‘Why?’

‘Willa and I are getting together, and we were gonna see if she wanted to join us, and you’re a psycho who’s already awake, so saving myself the hassle, okaaaaay thank you.’

The door creaks again as they whisper, “Okay, did you hear that or-”

“I did,” I laugh quietly. 

“So, are you going to test some theories tonight?” they ask, and I can see the smile on their face. 

“I think I just might.” ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

The drive to the bar is torture. My mind raced the entire way there. 

Well, maybe I should just see what happens. I’m going to be around him tonight, so maybe he’ll try to make another move or something. 

 I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. 

Because Cassie would want me to just not listen to you in this scenario. 

Okay, but if you’re hesitant, maybe just.. Don’t. 

I have always been hesitant, and this is the only way I’m going to get over it. 

Shouldn’t your job be more important than him? 

My heart aches at the thought. The flash of Cass’s face in my mind, ‘it’s just a job, babe.’ I tried to fight it then, and my brain is trying to fight it now. 

Maybe she is right; it’s just a job. I need to live.

It’s a good job that you worked incredibly hard for, though. 

I shake my head, trying to stop the negative thoughts from winning; I reach over and turn my music up louder to drown them out. 

Walking into the bar, my stress is high, and there is no way someone won’t pick up on it. I wave at Josh and Melody as I walk through the bar. Both of them are focused on whoever they’re talking to, but they shoot me a smile as I come in. I point to Jacob’s office a few times, and Josh nods quickly. 

My shoulders feel like they’re at least up to my ears; as I get to his office, the door is open as usual. Leaning into the doorframe, I quietly knock.

“Hey you, can I leave my-“ I start, but I’m taken aback when he turns around from his desk. It felt like time had slowed down as his long hair flowed in the self-created wind from turning around. His brown eyes instantly met mine, lighting up like a little kid on Christmas. His smile grew in a second from his natural state to a big, toothy grin.  He immediately became attentive when he heard my voice, which was wild to witness. My shoulders slowly drop from their heightened state, and my chest feels lighter, like all the tension melted away. “Uh- my bag in here?” I ask.

“Hi,” he finally says. “Of course you can.” Holding his hand out, I slide my bag off and take the little notebook out before handing it to him. 

“I know Mel’s not here for too much longer tonight, but I figured we could get through some while we had the chance,” I tell him. I don’t know why I’m explaining myself so thoroughly; he knows it’s the only reason I'm here. 

“Sounds wonderful,” he says. “Just let me know if you need me.” The softness of his voice makes me feel warm like being wrapped in a hug. I take a second to look at him before turning out of his office. I think I want to kiss him again. Oh no.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

It’s another night of watching Mel do a great job, knowing I don’t need to be here. I explain little things to her in between watching her mix drinks. Jacob really is lucky to have her here; she’s a natural at this. 

“I know you haven’t been here long,” Mel says, “but I need to leave in like ten minutes if that’s okay?” 

“Oh, that’s completely fine. I had nothing going on, so I figured we’d get more taken care of while I had the time,” I told her as if I would be doing anything else besides answering emails.  She wanders off to clean and take a few more orders before needing to leave. 

Jacob, finally emerging from his office, carefully walks behind Josh while saying ‘hello’ to some of the regulars who sat at the bar. He’s just in a regular t-shirt today, and something about being able to see his bare arms folded across him as he talks to them has me in a chokehold. The flex of his forearms made my mouth run dry. 

“How are we doing, Red?” He asks as he sauntered over to me. 

“I can’t complain,” I say, unable to hold back a smile as he looks at me. The moment of him smiling after kissing me plays in my head as he stands there. “How are you?” 

He pauses, looking at my lips not so subtly, before saying, “Never been better.” He turns to Melody, leaning close to her ear as she pours a beer, and she just nods in response. 

“Are you gonna hang out for a little bit?” He asks, glancing over at me as he pours a beer for someone. 

“I can,” I say, leaning forward and resting into my hand. “If you want me to,” 

The cute little smirk on his face was really enough of an answer, but still, he says, “I think you should.” 

No, I definitely want to kiss him again.   ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

I sat there for a while, watching him work while he found excuses to stay near where I was sitting. We were casually talking about whatever we could. It felt like we were friends when we got to just talk to each other, which is crazy because we just met, but I also didn’t want to stop talking to him. 

“What have you been reading?” he asks, wiping the already clean bar top in front of me. 

Remembering the few books sitting on my coffee table, and they’re all romance. 

“Oh, just a little romance, nothing crazy,” I try to spit out rather quickly. His smile is torture enough; I can see the small laugh he barely lets come out as his chest vibrates a little. 

“I feel like I need to read one since you seem to like them so much,” he says, making my body feel hot when he does. Why was that..? Also, the last thing I need is for him to get more ideas. 

My uncomfortable laugh escapes me before I can stop it, “Maybe you should.” WHAT DID I JUST SAY? 

“If you bring me one, I’ll do it.” 

I quite literally can not do this to myself, but also, why is he doing THIS to ME? 

His eye contact doesn’t falter as I ask him, “Are you sure?” 

He slowly nods once before letting out a quiet, “Very.”  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Naturally, when it was late enough, and I forced myself to stand up from the barstool I was sitting in, he refused to let me walk to my car alone. Any excuse to get him alone, I’ll take it. 

“Do you have any wild plans since Mel is off tomorrow?”

I let out one good laugh, “I’m not much of a ‘wild plans’ kind of girl.” 

“I can't really argue that,” he chuckles, “I’m not either.” 

“Unless ‘wild’ is being in the bar, then you may be the craziest person I know,” I tease. 

He stops walking, and his jaw slacks as I turn around, making me laugh. 

“Oh, don’t be dramatic!” 

He just stands there, arms folded across his chest as he pouts. I take a few steps towards him, watching him fight the smile that’s so close to coming out. 

“Jacob,” I whine, “come oooonnnnn.”  Walking right up to him, his eyes on me the entire time. I grab his arms and pull them down from his chest, sliding my hands into his. My 

“Please,” I whisper, leaning into his chest a bit and pouting my lip at him. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he whispers back, leaning his forehead against mine for a second. Only letting go of one hand before walking again, he tugs me along with him. I need him to kiss me.

My stomach turns as we get closer to my car; I don’t know why I’m so nervous this time. He hasn’t let go of my hand even though we’re within steps of my car, and I can feel my heart rate start to speed up. What if he doesn’t kiss me? Am I stupid for thinking maybe it wasn’t just a fluke? 

He stops at the door, his hand reaching for the handle but hesitating. He looks down for a second, and all I can focus on is him. Turning to face me, he backed up and leaned against my car; wow, he’s really so hot. He pulls me to him, and his free hand grabs the nape of my neck as he leans in. Our lips crashed together, feverish as we both needed it; it felt desperate. I can’t stop grabbing his shirt, wanting to be closer to him. 

He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against mine. The only sound is our heavy breathing, his lips curling up into a smile as he looks at me. 

He whispers, “You’ll let me know when you make it home?” 

“Mhm,” I hum quickly. My hands find the sides of his face, pulling him back in, not ready to be done.  We fall into the same situation as last night, giggling and pressing small pecks into each other because neither of us knows how to stop. Or want to stop. He starts trailing kisses to my jaw, placing one underneath my ear that sends chills through my body. 

“Jake!” I yelp between laughs as he’s practically curled into my neck. I can feel his smile against my skin. His arms tighten around me, and my heart flutters as he lets a little ‘mmm’ slip out against my neck. 

“I’m sorry. I’ll let you get home.” His hand reached back and opened my door for me. I move around him, sitting in the driver's seat and tossing my bag onto the floor. My hand found his quickly, pulling him towards me. He leans down, and I can’t stop myself from grabbing his face, pressing my lips into him again, feeling the butterflies in my stomach as he giggles into me. 

He manages to mumble between kisses, “Drive safe, hun.” 

“I’ll try,” I say before he kisses my cheek and stands up before I try to get the last one. 

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If I thought the drive to the bar was terrible, I had no idea how much worse the drive home would be. 

I pull into the driveway, sitting there for a second before convincing myself to go inside. I pulled out my phone as I walked through the door, knowing I had a few things I needed to do now that I was home. 

Me: I made it ☺️ 

Texting him first so he knows I’m home and safe it’s what I would want people to do for me. I debate whether I should pull the trigger on the next text I’m considering. 

Me: ummm… are you awake? 

Quinn: obviously 👀  

It’s okay to confide in people. Cass isn’t physically here anymore, so I need to let people in. 

Me: let’s just say- the results are in.. it wasn’t a fluke. 🤭

Quinn: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

Quinn: WAIT- I know some people that will be SO excited about this 

What do they mean by “some people” will be excited? When a new group message pops up with Quinn, Melody, and an unknown number. 

Quinn: LAID EASE- 

Unknown: what now Q

Ohhh- it’s Willa, okay. 

Melody: 👀 

Quinn: first of all, say hi to Charlotte. She comes bearing piping hot TEAAAAA. 

Me: hi 😳 

Willa: CHARLOTTE. I AM SAT GIRL. 

Melody: I feel like I know where this is going 🤭

Me: Well umm so I may have kissed Jacob 🫣

Willa: STOP OMFG 

Mel: I KNEW HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING WHEN HE WANTED YOU TO STAY LONGER. 

Quinn: I TOLD YALL IT WAS GOOD !! 

Willa: well now we need the details! 

Me: from the first one? 

Melody: FIRST?

Willa: HOW MANY KISSES WERE THERE? 

Me: I just mean-

Me: A lot.. but just the past two days.

Quinn: we got all night Lottie go on 

I quickly recap the other two on what I’ve already told Quinn. While giggling while recounting the many kisses I’ve shared with Jacob tonight, he texts me back. 

Jacob: oh good even if I’m a bit bummed about it. 

Me: lol why are you sad I made it home?! 

Jacob: well, making out with a beautiful girl makes for a way better night than pouring beer for old men

My face heats up at his reply, unprepared for him to be so forward. A little flirting doesn’t hurt, though. I’ve already kissed him, so I may as well have a little fun. 

Me: Missing me already? 🥰

Jacob: enough that I’ve been debating on FaceTiming you

Me: I wouldn’t say no 

He’s so cute. My heart swells at the thought. Not even a minute goes by before my phone lights up to his call. 

“Well, hello again,” I say, curling up in the corner of the couch. 

“How was your drive home?” He asks. 

Painful.

“Felt like forever,” I mindlessly let out, why did I do that? My face feels warm, and I quickly try to recover. “Aren’t you working?” 

“I was,” he sighs, walking up the stairs to his apartment, “but Josh had it covered, and this sounded better.”  His little smirk as he says it makes my stomach turn. 

“Oh?” my hand covers my mouth, knowing that I’m definitely making it worse. 

He lets out a small ‘mhm’ as he’s unlocking his door. I find myself staring at him quietly for a moment, admiring his features as he looks through his kitchen for food. I don’t know what I’m doing. I haven’t even talked to anybody long enough to develop feelings for them in years. Let alone whatever THIS is.  

I pull up my texts and click on the group chat, hoping they can help. 

Me: I’m on FaceTime with him SOS

Willa: Of course you are 

Quinn: CUTIES 

Me: No really, I have no idea what i’m doing please help 

Quinn: with what? 

Me: I don’t know how to flirt with someone! Especially when I’m sober!! 

Willa: I don’t think you’d need to say much to get him flustered 

Willa: Poor guy practically has cobwebs on him with the lack of action he’s gotten

Quinn: She’s not wrong  

Quinn: what is he saying 👀

“What are you gonna make tonight?” I ask to break the silence. 

He lets out a small sigh, “I’m not sure. I’m tempted to steal Josh’s food again, but he may quit me if I do that.” He just shuts the fridge door, leaning onto the counter in front of wherever he’s propped up his phone. “I may just starve at this rate.”

“Oh we’re just being dramatic tonight, huh?” I tease. Because he’s so calm and seemingly level-headed about most things, watching him have his moments of over-dramaticamatic is fun for me. 

He chuckles before squinting at me, “Could just be me, but I think you’re enjoying it.” His damn eyebrow pops up as he looks at me. I like it a lot, actually. 

“It’s cute.” 

Me:  He’s just being dramatic and goofy right now

Quinn: JAKE? DRAMATIC? SINCE WHEN?

I audibly laugh at their response, forgetting I’m on Facetime with him right now. 

His eyebrows pull in as he looks at me, almost like he wants to ask why. 

“Sorry, Quinn texted me,” I giggled, trying to recover smoothly. “They’re a little too funny sometimes.” 

“They’re practically an extension of my brother, so you have gained yourself a yapper,” he giggles through the end of it. 

It warms my heart knowing that Quinn is like that; since Cass doesn’t blow up my phone anymore, it might be nice. “That’s okay with me.” 

“I’m glad you two get along,” he says, “They’re definitely a bit more tame than Josh, so if you can handle my brother, you’ll be fine.” 

“I think Josh is sweet!” 

“Well, of course. He’s sweet to you but a menace to me.” 

I laugh at the thought of their brotherly banter, imagining it must be ridiculous given how much of their lives they have spent and currently spend together. They must get sick of each other? I don’t think I could live with a sibling AND work with them. 

“Can I say something? It might sound weird, though,” he timidly asks, bringing my attention back to him. 

I nod at him, “Of course.” 

“I wish I could see you tomorrow,” he mumbles, avoiding eye contact. All you have to do is ask. The little bit of pink creeping into his cheeks, selling him out. How I wish I could kiss every inch of his face right now. 

My heartbeat feels loud when I whisper, “Me too.” 

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[ubtendo]

Now that I'm finally though with DBZ here a some ver general bullet points I made while watching of things I'm still thinking about after watching the whole thing (- the movies, I'm still gonna catch up to them) in a somewhat chronological order

The fact that we had that Goku and Gohan eyecatcher for 200 episodes and Gohan wore that outfit for 5 episodes at most

Every jump or dodge is on an olypmic gymnast level of complexity, like why was Goku doing so much when he jumped down from the Nimbus to face Raditz? Did he learn that from Kami or what?

Saiyans wearing only slips under their armor

Nobody mentions the complete colour change of Vegetas pallete from his first appearance; red head Vegeta will always be true to me 😔

I'm still not sure if they ever restored the moon after the second time they blew it up

How is Yajirobe getting up and down Korrins tower? I know he has a flying car, but where does he park it?

King Kai's presence as an unreliable narrator irritated me somehow

I don't get how Yamcha's death is such a meme? Like I don't question it's existence but him getting dragged so much even though there were way funnier deaths imo

I think this was also the last time Chiaotzu was relevant in any form

Why introduce the Saiyans as this cool alien giant monkey race if you never go anywhere with it after the Saiyan saga?

Vegeta crying out all the pent-up frustration from being used as a slave by Freeza at Goku's feet and Goku being emotionally unavailable to the whole thing

There is no way Goku would have been able to start Freeza's ship if it didn't crash into the core, I refuse to believe his button mashing had any thought behind it, that man does not know how to start a spaceship

The sounds of the planet exploding everywhere while Goku and Freeza are fighting haunt me

Bulma is so freaky for flirting with Porunga

Death has literally no consequences

Popo and Kami running for like an entire episode while Piccolo Gohan and Krillin were fighting was so funny

Also, Popo and Kami are a married couple, don't come at me. I'm just stating the facts

Freeza coming back from death and introduced back as this bloodthirsty entry out for revenge along with his father, who we've never seen before, only to be cut up by a teenager with a cool sword immediately upon arrival

So many situations and problems could have been avoided if Goku actually properly used Instant Transmission and I'm not fighting on that one

ChiChi must be the most loyal and faithful person on the planet if her man is dead or absent throughout most of the time

The whole drivers licence episode is peak to me

Piccolo telling Kami he needs to fuse with him again, Kami rejecting the idea saying he still needs time to think about it then agreeing immediately after 5 seconds

I don't get the logistics of Trunks hair growth. At the same time, boy drop the routine

The super saiyans of the Cell Saga were peak designs

Somehow Goku being really relaxed the days before the Cell Games really unsettled me

ChiChi saying thery were late to Kame House because Goku left them in the car and non of them knew how to drive while KRILLIN, who we have seen driving a car in the beginning of DBZ, was sitting in the back; I guess he just didn't want to drive with ChiChi

What's the purpose of the guardian of the Earth again? Except the making the dragon balls neither Kami nor Dende ever really did anything

When I first saw 16 all those years back I was judging him hard, but he has grown on me a lot

Imagine getting hit so hard by a 11 y/o that you start throwing up people

Except 18, there aren't any female fighters. I wish ChiChi would have stayed one

The new eyecatcher, especially the one with King Kai and Goku is so funky I love it

Goten and Trunks are a better depiction of children acting their age then Gohan was (tbf he was casted out in the wild for a year on his own but I digress)

Goku speaking to his son from the dead after 7 years of silence, only for him to announce that he basically has a day off from being dead and wanted to join a fighting tournament because he is bored

I had to stop and sit for a moment after hearing Daboras english voice

Vegeta really said "I started loving my life and I hate the fact that I love my life so I'm evil again"

Out of all the traumatic events happening in the series, Goku yelling at Goten and Trunks to stop whining after they learned that Gohan and Vegeta are dead has to be the worst one

"Super Saiyan 2" "Super Saiyan 3" Man just give the forms actual names

I didn't like SSJ3 at the beginning, but I've come to like the neanderthal look of it

Piccolo throughout the whole Buu Saga was peak, man was so lost and terrified

Also the interactions between Gotenks and Piccolo

Gohan and Goku playing catch with a sword and a boulder probably counted as "Father-Son bonding time" to Goku

Gohan and Buu getting in the same fighting positions as Goku and Vegeta did in their first fight wss actually really dope; I was kicking my feet on the bed

I've cried tears of laughter when Tien showed up for half an episode, almost died and then left

They should have used Solar Flare way more often

This is so random but ChiChi, Bulma and Videl chilling with Dabora

Goku and Vegeta throughout the whole saga had me like🤨

Vegito 💖💕😮🫵💖💕💞

Humans are the worst race in every Sci-fi; they get told that they only have to raise their hands to save the universe and they still don't do it

If Goku and Vegeta had a mad make out session after the fight with Buu I wouldn't have been surprised

People get shot in the right shoulder/chest way too often; PICK AN OTHER SPOT THE HEART IS ON THE OTHER SIDE

Everyone has goldfish memory. They keep forgetting things that have been established MULTIPLE TIMES

Ngl, the end had me a bit emotional

Aaaahhh, sorry for the long post. I got way too enthusiastic about the whole show because I really loved it 😔🥺

[whoblewboobear]

In honor of my two current hyperfixations bumping up against each other, I'm gonna make them kiss. So starbreaker!Reality tv au.

In my heart of hearts I know Jace would fucking hate playing Survivor but Porter would love it. Jace would thrive on big brother and so would Porter, but Porter falls into the category of houseguests I usually hate which makes this 10% funnier when they form a night one alliance and make it all the way to final 3 just for Porter to go rogue and betray Jace, taking Lucilla to final 2 because he knows her track record is non-existent compared to him being a comp beast the entire season. On top of JacePorter being a duo, they're in a showmance that they are awful at hiding. Up until Porter's betrayal, he and Jace are basically fighting for their lives in the end game because they're a deadly combo when it comes to competitions.

Jace went in fully intended to lay low until mid game when he starts to comp out. Porter absolutely hates his strategy because throwing a comp is sacrilegious to him. Jace does not care. His social game is immaculate and it has to be because most of the house fucking hates Porter and wants him gone like YESTERDAY and someone has to keep him in the house if he's not winning. On a week where Porter is in danger of being backdoored, Jace wins Head of household and keeps him safe. They're absolutely fucking every night in the HoH room to the point where people don't even bother trying to meet with Jace when he's up there. They find him in the backyard when he's smoking to really talk game with him.

His biggest public allies outside of Porter are Corsica and Sandra Lynn, but he his other biggest ally is Zara. He runs all his info back to her. They move like ghosts inside that house. Only the fans watching live feeds know their alliance exists at all bc they're even too discreet to make the edit until Zara wins HoH and turns the house on its head. She loves Jace to death but she knows if she doesn't take the shot at Porter this week, they won't have a shot at sitting in the final two together. Her social game is just that much better than Jace's and she does end up double crossing him to put him on the block next to Gilear as a pawn. They have a very public fight because Jace was NOT looped in because she knew he'd hate it and find a way to talk her out of it. This is the big turning point that lands him and Porter on the outs of the house. Porter wins the veto and pulls Jace down. Terpsichore goes up next to Gilear who gets voted out unanimously. Everyone is surprised he even made it this far lbr.

Porter's in a 6 person all guys alliance, he goes rogue and ropes in two girls to make it a solid 8 at some point thinking they'll steam roll the early game but it doesn't last long because Jawbone, Digby, Gorthalax, Bill, and Pok form something stronger on the side and let the 8 implode.

After the season is over, Jace and Porter 100% go on the amazing race and work surprising well together but they do fight the ENTIRE time.

[bludpudding]

hello and welcome back to

the series where i take a bunch of sandman characters, throw them into a drag race simulator, and make stupid 100% biased commentary. that’s it, really. (now with the dead boy detectives!)

{Week 3}

i'm imagining lucifer with killer hips

oh cat king is ABSOLUTELY a pro at making clothes out of recycled objects

all yall mid

THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT HE SHOULD NOT HAVE WON

oh I KNOW you're not taking death from me this early on

bro.

THANK GOD

but

does this mean she's fucking dead

new rule: anyone who loses to death in a lipsync is canonically dead

uh. corimatt shippers this one goes out to you

everytime i see something of them together i get flashbacks to that one drawing of matt pegging cori. two pump bird.

cori can do whatever he wants as long as he comes home to me at the end of the day. gonna be picking feathers out of his pussy i GUESS

OH THERES GOTTA BE LORE BEHIND THIS

what's funnier is thomas literally just left the set but decided he needed to come back for this. possibly trying to make edwin jealous on purpose. i see you. i see you.

NO SHE FUCKING DIDNT??? THEYRE HAVING A TEA PARTY

Recap

morpheus, esther, crystal, and edwin are tied for first place good lord

[true-blue-sonic]

Yo, so I honestly don't know which would be funnier for one of my favourite rarepairs, so I'll let you decide~

Metilver + Ask Game 37 (without motive) or 47 (out of spite)

I need you to know that this is such a rarepair I spent multiple seconds thinking you'd misspelled Mephilver XD This one was a bit tough to write since I've never considered Metilver before and I wasn't sure what angle to take (since I'm not sure if they'd be very romantic with each other and how that would work in the first place), but I hope you like it!🍀

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With a face set in stone Silver glares Metal Sonic down.

What’s left of Metal Sonic, that is. ‘Hectic’ doesn’t do justice to their race through Death Yard Zone: the terrain had been fraught with danger, and Metal Sonic’s relentless attempts at slowing Silver down and killing him had been the frantic cherry on top. At least Nega hadn’t been lying about how Metal could put up a better fight this time; nary a smidge but at least an improvement, Silver panting and rubbing his side where an attack from the robot had struck. He’d retaliated in kind, and a buzzing, sparking heap of scrap metal on the ground in front of him proves his victory.

Metal Sonic groans, his fingers twitching into a claw as if he wants to strike Silver still. His other hand digs into the ground to pull him closer to the hedgehog, though he merely scrapes over the ground helplessly. “If you knew what’s best for you, you’d just give up,” Silver notes, a smirk of victory forming on his face. He’d won, and he’s got to keep going: every second longer that Nega spends here is one that leaves the past and future alike in unfathomable danger.

…But a part of Silver pities Metal Sonic too. Despite his dented, torn body and the sparks of electricity raining down around him, he’s still flailing and clawing; his voice creaks and heaves as if he’s spitting a thousand curses at Silver and his victory. It hurts to feel this helpless, the hedgehog knows. And Eggman Nega will be irate with his stolen creation’s defeat.. What Eggman will do or say, Silver can’t predict.

Still, he can appreciate such relentless determination, such an inability to give up.

Gently the hedgehog presses a kiss against his fingers, before leaning down to stroke them over a metal cheek. “It’s a shame. Maybe if we’d been on the same side, we could have fought for a cause in the same way. I’d like an ally like you,” he muses absent-mindedly. “But we’re not… so this is goodbye. I hope Eggman comes and finds you here.”

Metal Sonic’s damage is truly beginning to take its toll: under Silver’s eyes the noises and movements he makes become less and less. It can’t be long before he goes offline completely, but Silver doesn’t have time to stick around for that; he needs to go capture Eggman Nega, the sooner the better. “Maybe we’ll meet again. I’d love a rematch,” he nods curtly; and then he blasts off, jumping over the robot to go face his adversary.

But if he comes across Eggman somehow during this adventure, he’ll tell him to go find his robot and repair him, Silver promises to himself.

He likes a determined opponent.

[audaciousacolyte]

Just found your account and I think I need to be feed these days👀

Anyways can I request Mk x LBD son reader? Like the reader got separate from LBD and he is pretty glad for it, he joined Mk and his friends, has a reunion with his mother, she also expose him about being her son

Mk and the reader were a couple 👀 oh btw, headcanon and any genre Ty for taking the request

-KW anon 🥝

Son of Ice and Spirits

Son of LBD!reader x MK fluff and angst headcanons, with hurt/comfort

《|| AN: I'm just assuming that the reader has some of the same powers as the Lady Bone Demon,such as ice manipulation and spooky spirit powers, but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong!! That being said, I had a blast writing this and I hope that you enjoy it!! ||》

Fluff

☆ MK is, quite literally,the sweetest guy you could've ever hoped to meet.

☆ When the two of you first met, he was so nervous about making a fool of himself that he could barely speak to you without stuttering or tripping over his words!

☆ It took a long time for him to act normally around you, let alone speak to you.

☆ I'm gonna go with the assumption that MK didn't even realize that you had any powers in the first place, so when you do eventually use them in front of him, his first reaction is "😦"

☆ It's even funnier coupled with the fact that he didn't even realize that you were not human. Like, at all.

☆ He is going to be embarrassed until the day he dies, even as you tell him that it's totally understandable and that you don't really go about telling people that you're a demon outright.

☆ When he finally does work up the courage to confess, it's entirely random and out of the blue.

☆ Still, it was very sweet and endearing (at least in your eyes), so the two of you have been dating ever since.

Angst

○ When you eventually do run into your mother again, it's not a happy family reunion in the slightest.

○ So. You know. It's not great.

○ Although you had known that she was defeated long ago, you had not known that her second in command was still out there.

○ To say your mother was...upset with you is an understatement.

○ Actually, if it weren't for your friends, she'd very likely would've taken you prisoner and forced you to aid in her endeavor to eradicate the mortal realm.

○ The only one who actually knew that the two of you were related at all was the six eared macaque, as he was technically still under your mother's thumb. Although everyone was shocked by the information, after you explained your own viewpoint of your mother's ideologies, they quickly understood.

○ Understandably however, Monkey king and Pigsy kept a much closer eye on you after the "Big Reveal" as you like to call it.

○ There wasn't really that much time to delve into your problems as you all where racing against the clock to save the world, but MK did manage to steal a few minutes for the two of you to talk. He wasn't even angry that you hadn't told him, he just wanted to know why that was the case.

○ You told him the truth. That your mother was...not the greatest person, and that she had forced you to do a lot of things that you hadn't wanted to. You told him that you had just wanted to help her and make her happy. And...he understood.

○ MK knows what it's like to want to help people, and make them happy at the cost of his own happiness. And he used to do that far too often with people who probably didn't deserve his time, so...yeah, he knows what it's like.

○ After the final confrontation and your mother's death, you felt...tired? You think? It certainly wasn't a good feeling, but not quite a bad one either.

○ Later on, you begin to identify the odd weight in your chest as relief. Relief that your mother no longer held any sway in your life or in others.

○ That relief turns to guilt, and guilt turns into grief. Your MOTHER is dead and yet you don't feel as bad as you thought that you should.

○ Thankfully, MK catches on.

○ He tells you to that it's alright that you don't feel bad. That sometimes, when someone hurts us badly enough, we start believing things that aren't true. That someone who loved us and raised us and hurt us, sometimes without meaning to, should be agonized over when they refused to better themselves. He told you that you didn't have to feel quite so bad because sometimes, we're better off without those people in our lives.

○ The lady bone demon was your mother,yes, but she hurt you. She hurt countless others as well. And although you still love her deep down, you figured that MK was right...that sometimes we are just better off.

○ And as the day begins anew and the city of Megapolis bustles to life, you can't help but feel just the tiniest bit better that you have your wonderful boyfriend at your side.

[cantsayidont]

Teevee haterating:

BANDIDOS Season 2 (2025): The gang returns for more Indiana Jones-ish antics, this time in a race with another old enemy (Ximena Lamadrid) to find a legendary diamond that's part of a centuries-old cache of native treasure. The story this time focuses primarily on Lilí (Ester Expósito), but while Expósito is easily the best actor of the bunch, giving her more opportunity to emote sacrifices the deadpan nonchalance that made Lilí so much fun to watch in the first season, and the busy, contrived plot gives the other characters precious little to do. As before, the mood is light, but the plot is only incrementally less culturally insensitive than THE MUMMY (1999); the story's actual indigenous characters are treated very brusquely. CONTAINS LESBIANS? We finally see the woman for whom Inés the bisexual bent cop (Mabel Cadena) left her husband. VERDICT: Much too scattershot to satisfy if you actually try to pay attention to it.

LAID (2024): Stephanie Hsu squanders all accumulated goodwill with this incredibly awful Peacock comedy, adapted from an Australian series, about a romantically frustrated, singularly insufferable party planner named Ruby Yao (Hsu), whose former lovers start dropping dead in the order in which Ruby slept with them. Yet another entry in the lexicon of unfunny comedies about Millennials whose sole personality trait is boorish self-absorption, costarring Zosia Mamet of GIRLS as Ruby's equallly unbearable true-crime-obsessed roommate AJ. Scattershot and offensive, and the characters are so incredibly unsympathetic that there's no reason to stick around long enough to find out what's really going on. (Spoiler alert: It's not actually explained, and ends with a cliffhanger.) CONTAINS LESBIANS? Ruby has dated a couple of women, who are not immune to her death curse, nor is a gay guy she once hooked up with — because for shows like this, what's funnier than dead gay people? VERDICT: Dire. Has Peacock ever made anything good?

THE OLD MAN (2022–2024): Uncomfortable, racist FX espionage drama about a long-retired covert operative called Dan Chase (Jeff Bridges), who finds that U.S. intelligence is once again looking for him after 30 years off the radar, with his one-time handler Harper (John Lithgow) now forced to play both sides against the middle. Amy Brennerman plays a middle-aged divorcée who ends up as Dan's de facto hostage and putative partner, with Alia Shawkat as Harper's FBI protégé. Lithgow and Brennerman are excellent, but Bridges seems miscast — he was never a tough guy even in his 30s, and a gravelly voice alone does not an elderly badass make. It takes forever before the needle even twitches on the "Who cares?" meter, but once the Season 1 climax finally (sort of) reveals what's going on, it all falls apart: The second season immediately loses all narrative momentum for a double helping of awful Orientalist horseshit — not only does it refuse to treat any of its Afghan characters as real people, it becomes so racist that it stops making any sense at all. Shawkat embarrasses herself in what proves to be a truly dreadful part. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Obliquely? VERDICT: The first season's fleeting moments of promise are discarded early in Season 2, which quickly becomes unwatchable. I came away feeling that everyone involved should issue a public apology.

SKYMED (2022– ): Undemanding, very cheesy CBC medical drama about the heroic flight nurses and pilots of an air medevac service in northern Manitoba. A likable cast (Natasha Calis, Morgan Holmstrom, Aason Nadjiwan, Praneet Akilla, Mercedes Morris, Kheon Clarke, Thomas Elms, Rebecca Kwan, and especially Sydney Kuhne), the usual dose of contrivance and melodrama, and an eye-rolling lack of narrative subtlety — it might as well slather each major story or character beat in hi-vis orange. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Not until Season 2, when it begins to make up for lost time. VERDICT: Check your brain at the door, but there are worse ways to spend 44 minutes.

VINCENZO (2021): Broad, sometimes violent, sometimes ridiculous K-drama satire of the endemic corruption of modern South Korean society, about Vincenzo Cassano, a slick Korean-Italian mob consiglieri with nerves of ice (the incongruously babyfaced Song Joong-ki) who returns to Korea in search of a cache of mob gold and ends up going to war with a ruthless corporate conglomerate called Babel, which is trying to acquire and demolish the building where the gold is hidden. Vincenzo soon becomes entangled with the building's eccentric tenants and their idealistic lawyer (Yoo Jae-myung), whose temperamental daughter Hong Cha-young (Jeon Yeo-been) is an attorney for the firm that represents Babel's pharmaceuticals business. An unsubtle but infectious mixture of ripped-from-the-headlines topicality, goofy comedy, and grandiose melodrama, its biggest flaws are that it tends to draw things out more than it needs to (especially given how eagerly it telegraphs its major story beats) and that the delightful supporting cast doesn't always get enough screen time. CONTAINS LESBIANS? No. VERDICT: Not always convincing, but consistently endearing, although the brutality of the finale doesn't sit quite right, even considering the villains' over-the-top barbarity.

[rinelica]

i have really enjoyed your yuki and mai analysis but because tumblr likes to mess up image resolution a lot of the smaller text was quite hard or even impossible to read on much of it

id quite like to actually read all of it because i really enjoyed what i could read. all the art are very cute aswell. your work is really fantastic.

Thank you very much!! Ah, this really is what I was scared of... I'll drop here everything that might be hard to read, hope it'll help :

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In case the pic still is unreadable, here's the link to the wiki page, use the search tool on this page by typing "Yuki" to find the ask faster :

Part I :

Shinki : "I am the god of Makai. Therefore, little Yumeko isn't a golem or anything like that, she's an ordinary Makai person."

PCB phantasm stage, Sakuya : "Hell is not as scary as Makai. Oni, compared to devils, are nothing at all."

IN profiles, Remilia : Devils, including vampires, are a race unconditionally hated by both humans and youkai. That's because all these girls are self-centered and selfish. (note : Reimu's MS ending confirms that)

MS, Marisa

Shinki : "Do you think bogus human magic can stand up to me?"

Marisa : "Isn't calling it "bogus" a loser excuse?"

Shinki : "Hmph, how impudent!! I'll show you real magic."

Marisa : "Oh, I'm so happy ♥"

UFO, Sanae B

Shou : "Makai is, with such a terrible demonic atmosphere, a world unsuitable for most living things. However, some youkai train there and humans can learn magic."

I wonder what Alice told to Akyuu (speculation) :

Akyuu : "So what kind of magician are you?"

Alice : "Oh I just learned magic as a kid."

Akyuu : "Ah, that makes you a human magician!"

Alice : "... Haha, yes..." Better not scare Gensokyo's humans off...

Part II/

Yuki : "You bastaaard! You bastard, how dare you!! I'm serious now!!"

Before fight :

Mai : ......?

Yuki : We'll be your opponents ♥

Yuuka : I see, two at once. Sounds fun ♥

Yuki : Whether it'll be fun depends of your skills ♥ Of course I want it to be fun.

Yuuka : Oh my ♥ Go on, give it a try.

After fight :

Yuuka : Thank you ♥ It was fun in its own way.

Yuki : Who exactly are you...

Yuuka : I ended up pretty far into Makai. I wonder how long the way still is.

Yuki : Right here is...

Left :

-> shows no care about your rampage or you reaching Shinki

-> simple bullets

*taunts*

->

just want to have "fun" (beat people up)

"the stronger the enemy is, the longer the fight will last, the funnier it'll be" mentality

as a result, she lacks seriousness

-only gets mad when she takes things personally (her ego or Mai hurted)->

Right :

-> impulsive, act before thinking

-> very passionate about what she cares

->

but is quick to forgive if showed some respect (Yuuka)

Part III

Mai : "... Not bad, you."

Protag : "!?"

Mai : "Now that the burden is gone, I can finally be serious. And this time, I'll definitely beat you bastard!!"

Marisa = magician. average in Makai.

Reimu = weird human on a flying turtle.

Yuuka = what???

Yuki : "Welcome, guest from another world ♥"

Mai : "......!"

Yuki : "I will guide you to a world where you shall rest for eternity ♥"

(totally a spirit who should in theory be able to deal some spiritual damages ->)

Mima : "Alas, that's the world I come from..."

Mai : "...!? I see, is that so..."

Mima : "Therefore, I will on the contrary be the one who'll take you there."

Mai : "Yuki, stop saying nonsense, I'll beat her..."

Mima : "You sure look eager to go."

Yuki : "How irritating! Mai, let's beat her!!"

Mai : "Understood... ♥"

Later...

Mima : "As promised, I'll guide you to the other world."

Yuki : "Mercyyy"

Mima : "But the other miss is waiting for youuu ♥"

(Yuki cries)

Mai's only sentence unique to Mima's scenario has nothing to do with death :

Mima : "Let's leave the weaklings alone."

Mai : "That's super frustratiiing!"

Left :

-> doesn't talk much

-> at least shows concern about you trying to reach Shinki (Reimu script)

->

lets Yuki do whatever she wants

cautious

somewhat analyses the situation

-"I can finally be serious"=> sounds like she, unlike Yuki, would rather be serious from the start->

Right :

-> can actually be pretty talkative

-> is salty when Yuki's plan backfires

->

sounds saltier toward you

is she only quiet against new foes?

Part IV

Speculation on why they weren't serious :

Mai : "It sounds serious... Maybe we should go all out this time."

Yuki : "Nooo, there's barely any intruder who manages to go this far!" It's been ages!

Mai : "...... fine."

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