#and the blossoms smell sooooo good….

[sunnibits]

so so happy that our lilac tree is starting to bloom!! it’s so crazy how fast it’s grown this year, I swear just a week ago it only had little buds of leaves on its branches, and now it’s almost finished opening up!!!

[kouchabu-archive]

Tori Himemiya 4☆ Feature Scout 2

Title: Lured in by a Flowery Scent

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Winter

NOTE: I EXPLICITLY PROHIBIT USAGE OF ANY PART OF MY TRANSLATIONS ON ANYTHING THAT RELATES TO AI.

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Tori: Hm? Sniff, sniff… Something smells really good.

Smells like flowers… and fruits? Or not? I wonder what that is. Looks like it's coming from the kitchen?

I'm really curious, so I guess I'll check it out ♪

[ Scene change: Dormitory Kitchen ]

Tsukasa: *inhales*... Marvelous! Ah, what a wonderful aroma this is! It is such an adequate accompaniment for this glorious afternoon reprieve ♪

Tori: Ugh… I just got lured by a pleasant scent and suddenly I see someone who's the exact opposite of pleasant.

Your idol aura was so nonexistent that for a sec I thought you were a commoner who slipped in the dorms. I was just about to make a call and report you~

Tsukasa: Oh, my? It seems like I can hear Tori-kun's horrid voice from somewhere, but I can't seem to see him.

Well, I suppose it's only natural I cannot see someone who is hardly taller than a single pea!

Tori: Mugyiiiiiiiii!

Tsukasa: Guaaaaaaah!

Tsukasa: —Hmph. In any case, could you not get in the way of my valuable tea time? I'm quite sure my precious tea would become unpalatable should you stay here.

Tori: Tea? Is that what smelled so good from earlier? It smelled like flowers and fruits. It's really fragrant.

Tsukasa: That's right. I got my hands on some rare cherry blossom-flavored tea, so I am having quite a good time with it.

Tori: Cherry blossom-flavored tea? Uh huh… Hmm…?

Tsukasa: …Oho? Oho, oho? Is that perhaps a pleading look on your face? Is your mind filled with the need to have a sip as well?

Tori: N-Not really! I was just thinking how it was kind of different, that's all!

Tsukasa: Is that so? Ah, ah~ How blessed am I to have a taste of this delicious tea! Ah, how delightful…♪Fufun~

Though if someone is willing to put their puny little head on the ground and beg, I guess I wouldn't mind sharing some of it.

Tori: Mugyiiiiiiiiii! As if anyone would willingly bow their head to you! In your dreams!

If anything, I pity that cherry blossom tea in your cup. I bet that all it wants is to be enjoyed by a real, fine noble but it just ended up within the hands of a fake one like you~

Tsukasa: Guaaaaaah!? You really do run your mouth so carelessly, don't you?! Suit yourself. You will not be getting a single drop from me!

Kohaku: Hey, sonny boy. I've been hearin' ya since earlier. Give it a break already. I didn't give ya those tea leaves for ya to be so mean.

Tsukasa: Oukawa! I-I wasn't really… Rather, it is Tori-kun's fault for provoking me!

Kohaku: I don't wanna hear your excuses. If ya can't sit down and just enjoy it with people around ya, I'm gonna take that tea right back.

Tsukasa: Uuuu…

T-Tori-kun! We get along just fine, don't we?! A-Aren't we about to have a nice cup of tea together?!

Tori: Haa?!

…I mean, yeah. It's just as you said, Tsukasa~ After all, we're good, good friends~ ♪

Tsukasa and Tori: Fufufufufufu… ♪

Kohaku: That's the spirit. Look at ya two go ♪

[ Scene change: Yumenosaki Garden ]

Tori: Ehehe~ Yesterday was just sooooo annoying, but because I was so mature and sat through it, I've gotten some of those special cherry blossom tea leaves~ ♪

(Since Eichi-sama and Ritsu-senpai have already graduated, Hajime is now all alone doing Tea Club activities. I'm gonna go deliver these leaves to him as a souvenir and check up on him~)

(Aren't I so nice thinking about my friend like this~?)

Hajime, off screen: —I've made this blend for today ♪

Tori: Hm…?

(It sounds like Hajime is talking to someone… That's weird. I thought he was the only one left in the Tea Club. I wonder if someone paid him a visit?)

(If that's so, then it's not good if I end up disturbing them. I'll just take a quick look. If he does have a guest, I'll just come back tomorrow.)

[ Scene change: Garden space ]

Hajime: Thank you for your patience, Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan~ ♪

Tori: Uwawawawa!? Hajime, what on earth are you doing?

Hajime: Huh, Tori-kun?

Tori: What's up with those life-size standees of Eichi-sama and Ritsu-senpai!? You're really scaring me with how you're just cheerfully talking to them, you know?!

Hajime: Oh, these ones?

Well, I'm used to always having Eichi onii-chan and Ritsu onii-chan around, so whenever they're not here, I just can't seem to get in the mood at all…

So I had these made through a special order! Ehehe~ ♪

Tori: "Ehehe", you say…

Ah, but these look pretty well-made. How nice~ Maybe I should put one of Eichi-sama in the Student Council room too?

Hajime: If you like, Tori-kun, the Tea Club can always lend him to you.

By the way, what made you come here, Tori-kun?

Tori: Ah, that's right! I was so in shock that I forgot!

I got some rare tea leaves from Tsukasa yesterday~ Wanna have some tea together?

Hajime: Oh, is that so? I'll be happy to have tea with you~ ♪ I'll have it ready in a jiffy, so please give me a moment~

[ A few moments after ]

Tori and Hajime: *sighs happily* …….♪

Hajime: This is really fragrant~ There are a lot of other cherry blossomed-flavored teas out there, but this is surely the best one I've had to date.

Tori: I'm sooooo happy you like it, Hajime!

Mitsuru: Sniff, sniff… Hiiro-chan, it looks like the scent came from here— Huh, Hajime-chan and Hime-chan?

Hajime: Mitsuru-kun and Hiiro-kun? It seems that there are so many visitors today. Is there anything I can do for you?

Hiiro: Umu! Mitsuru-kun and I were wondering why there's a nectar-like scent wafting round and about, so we looked around together to find out!

Hajime: Nectar… Oh, maybe it's this cherry blossom tea that Tori-kun brought?

Mitsuru: Sniff, sniff… Yup, this is it! Smells soooo good!

Tori: If you guys are curious, why not come here and try it?

Mitsuru: Eh, is it really okay?! I reaaaally wanna try it now~!

Hiiro: If you two don't mind, then I'd like to try it too.

Hajime: Of course, we don't mind at all. I'll go pour you your own cups~

Fufu. If it's this lively in here, then Tea Club activities wouldn't be so lonely anymore~ ♪

Tori: If you're lonely, you know that you can always call for me, right? I'll bring you tea like this again~ And I'm sure other guys who are also free around then won't mind joining us.

Cherry blossoms may symbolize parting ways, but they can also mean new encounters!

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Translation: Sophie

Proofreading: Quin

TL notes:

You might be wondering why Tori has mentioned about Ritsu graduating despite them still wearing their blue neckties (2nd year). There is no confirmation if the same applies to Yumenosaki, but graduations in Japan usually happens in March while the next school year starts in April. This story most likely happened between these two periods! (Thank you Quin for pointing this out!)

This isn't the first time that Hajime has been caught interacting with life-sized standees of his senpais. See this 4-koma.

[sexilene]

hihi!! i love your blog sm, it’s so pretty and you seem like one of the coolest ppl ever 🤭💕💕 i was wondering if you have any lipgloss recs??!

(sorry if you’ve already answered a question like this 😭)

hiii!! 💞💞🎀 this makes my heart so happy lol!! here are some of my lipgloss recs!! 🧘🏼‍♀️💋

🤍 victoria's secret flavored lip gloss in strawberry fizz (not sticky and has this beautiful color and shine ughh!!)

🤍 dior addict lip maximizer plumping gloss in 065 icy blue (this one is kinda sticky but the pale baby blue gives your lips a natural pink and makes your lips look eddible omigod!)

🤍 r.e.m. beauty essential drip lip oil in raspberry drip (amazing shine and not sticky! doesn't get my hair caught in it when wind blows or something which is like !!! ty ariiii 💖)

🤍 charlotte tilbury collagen lip bath in refresh rose (perfect for the clean girl, erewhon, pilates princess girl...slightly plumping and just the perfect grab and go shade! it goes with everything!)

🤍 vs color shine lip gloss in electric (perfect if you love the 2000s mc bling hyper fem look! literally candy girl! 🍭)

🤍 fenty beauty gloss bomb universal lip luminizer in FU$$Y (flattering on every skin tone, so baby-doll like bunny girl i love it!!)

🤍 lawless forget the filler lip plumper line smoothing gloss in cherry vanilla (like having filler, plumps sooo good lol! sexy cherry girl literally looks like candy omg! 🍒)

🤍 r.e.m. essential drip glossy balm in strawberry soda (another r.e.m. beauty fave, its so hollywood 2005 walking around in juicy couture 💞)

🤍 charlotte tilbury lip lustre in shades blondie, ibiza nights, portobello girl, pillow talk and hall of fame (all of these are heavenly, i own them all and they are long lasting, sexy and sooo yummy ugh like a 2000s malibu hottie! the glittery ones are so summer omigod)

🤍 GXVE by gwen stefani bubble pop electric high-performance clean lip gloss (actually surpised by these, all shades are so pretty and smells sooooo good, and even after drinking and eating the color seems to last!)

🤍 essence extreme shine volume lip gloss in flower blossom (classy, simple and affordable!)

🤍 clarins lip comfort hydrating oil in shade cherry (cherry cola lips!)

🤍 revlon the gloss in shade lean in (perfect playboy bunny girl, p0rnstar sexy kitten i love it so much and its shiny and affordable!)

(i luvvvv your blog too! 💘)

[ohsoulymoons]

MAD POST

HOW DARE HE SAY MY BOYS/ SONS ARE LAME AND HE HATES THEM!

BRODY

BRICK

GEOFF

SCOTT

DUNCAN

THEY AREN'T THE SAME.

BRODY:

He legit was just born to be the ultimate bro to Geoff but to me he is so much more. I legit think it's fun and funny how Brightful, down to earth, and surfer chillax groove to the place aka my fanfics and my heart.

BRICK:

HE NAME IS BRICK THAT'S SO FUCKING COOL WHAT ELSE IS THERE! He was based off a crazy WWII army person in real life I guess, but he is respectful, loves his mother, loves taking orders, and loves strong women! I don't care he piss on himself, clumsy, wants to go to fashion school and is like only thinking in army code and lingo. I love him still.

GEOFF:

He is just golden boy dog wonder energy but he has some flaws he legit got Courtney to think on live TV that GWEN AND DUNCAN THING WAS ALREADY HAPPENING! Sir can be trickster if he wanted to be! Give him more friendships and more than I must be with Bridgette to be something good in my life. Bridgette fucked him up with Alejandro... give me Geoff angsty party tearing all the pictures off my wall about us and setting Alejandro's cars on fire with Noah and Courtney helping him do it energy! Slow burn romance of Geoff just being like you still wanted kissed him BRIDGETTE! More Courtney and Geoff friendship blossoming and understanding!

SCOTT:

I think he is so perfect. So maddening to evil to disgusting piece fury shit that I would do like him too if meant winning in season 4! HE HAS RANGE UNLIKE SOME OTHER CARTOONS UN IN HERE! SMELLS LIKE A LIL BITCH IN HERE! LET HIM BE FARMER REN NECK EATING DIRT I LOVE HIM AND DIRT. MOSTLY MUD I LIKE, then chef's kiss of the himbo and down bad for Courtney was so hot and made me realize I also like to think I want man stuttering after me as child and then as got other when I intimidate my lovers, I was like ah so you like this?

DUNCAN:

I LOVE SOOOOO MUCH THIS BITCH SEVEN LAYER DIP OF LORE AND SO MUCH MORE! FIRE MAN HIM SELF AND SHIT!!

MUSH MUAH KISSES ON HIS FOREHEAD THEN I TRY DROWN A BIT BUT I STILL LOVE HIM.

That's it folks.

[camcamw1uc3114]

So, this is a floral themed moodboard (which is not my usual content) because I have some idea to share.

I’ve just found out that about 88% men don’t receive flowers til their funeral, and that’s kinda sad tbh. Flowers are adorable, they smell sooooo good and they make other things pretty, right? Anyway, I love blossom and I just think most people, girls or guys, like them too.

And as a writer with OCs whom I see as my sons, I am having a special occasion in my own world, “giving your boys flowers” day (though in real life, this day is May 5th, and not too popular). Happy August 23rd to those who celebrates (me).

[azurelyy]

hi! found you through blossoming hurricane and the way you write Kakashi in that is sooooo 😩😩 i know it’s not about him but the way you describe him is so hot. plzzz can you write something about what he and y/n would do on a first date? just a fluff

OMG! This ask seriously made my day, thank you very much, darling! And don't worry, Kakashi is a total hottie so I am flattered that you think I write him well.

This is my first ever request post, so I hope you like it! I apologize that it took me so long but I have recently moved so I had to get my life in order.

Title: Chapters and Champagne

Pairing: Kakashi x f!Reader

Warnings: fluff, flirting, mentions of adult content, minor NSFW hints, drinking

Seven minutes. You have been ready now for about fifteen minutes, the nerves and anticipation of the evening looming over you like a rainstorm. You glance at yourself in the mirror for the fifth time, making sure your make-up looks the same (it does) and that your hair is still nice (it is). You sigh and look at the clock.

Five minutes. You take in a deep breath through your nose, closing your eyes as you release it out through your mouth. Kakashi had sprung the idea of a date on you Monday and it had completely taken you off guard. You had been friendly with each other for a few weeks now, having casual conversations any time he entered your bakery, usually with a new book in hand from the shop next door. 

On Monday, you had been prepping a customer order in the back of 24 cupcakes (for Sakura’s birthday party, vanilla cupcakes with pink, white chocolate frosting and cute white flowers adorned over them) when you heard the soft dinging of the bell up front, indicating to you a customer’s arrival.

You smiled as you rounded the corner and met Kakashi’s onyx gaze, his gloved hands wrapped around a new book, and he gave you a small chuckle.

“Hiya,” His voice had a hint of mischief to it.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “What’s so funny?” You asked as you wiped your hands over your rose-colored apron.

“You, uh,” His eyes had a playful glint within them, “You’ve got something on your cheek.” 

You felt your face grow hot as you turned away from him, realizing you didn’t have a mirror nearby. You turned around to find Kakashi standing behind you, his body so close that you could smell his cologne - the scent of grapefruit and cedar overwhelming your senses and transporting you into a fall forest, with rich amber and golden leaves all around you - before his rich voice broke you out of your trance.

“Here, let me help,” His voice was velvety, an octave lower than usual, as his strong hand reached up and his calloused-thumb slowly wiped its way across your cheek. You felt a shiver run up your spine as he chucked lowly, a small smile forming from behind his masked face.

“Are you busy on Friday evening?” His question made you feel dizzy, hitting you like a shotgun shot to the heart. And that was how it happened, and now here you were. You looked at the clock again.

Two minutes. The knock at your door nearly made you jump out of your skin. He’s early? You adjusted your hair one final time as you opened the door, not wanting to seem like you were waiting by it the whole time - which you were.

Kakashi was out of his usual military gear and instead had on dark jeans, a plain, white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. The shirt emphasized the muscles all over his body as he stood at your door with his hands in his jean-pockets, a playful smirk adorning his face behind his mask. He looked good in uniform, but you really enjoyed seeing him out of uniform, too. 

“I was expecting you to be late,” You joked, turning to get your purse. 

“Only for you,” He said casually. “You look...” He paused and it made you shuffle your feet uncomfortably as you turned back to face him. His gaze was intense as he slowly looked you up and down, making you set your sights behind him, focussing instead on the clouds drifting lazily through the sky. 

“Adorable,” He concluded, finally. You smiled at him gently as he took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours as you locked your door, a giggle escaping your lips.

“Will you tell me where we’re going now?” You asked teasingly. 

Just dress comfortably he had said to you before he turned around, placing his book in front of his face and waving his hand at you as he exited the store. 

“Uh-uh,” He replied, “Sorry, Kid. Just follow me.” Kakashi had taken to calling you “kid” when you, regrettably, told him how old you were after he had explained that Minato was his former sensei. 

“Five years isn’t that much older, you know!” You laughed.

“No,” He agreed, “But you were born in a different decade, technically… Kid.” The last word fell out of his mouth slowly, laced with an intoxicating vibrato that made you feel as though your body had been shocked by an electric wave. 

“Come on,” He laughed, his grip around your fingers tightening gently as he pulled you forward to walk next to him. 

You two chatted about your lives as he guided you through the streets of Konoha. He mainly was asking about your life, dodging questions you would ask him by asking ones of his own. We don’t need to discuss my job, he would say, tell me about yours. My family isn’t all that interesting, he had said, but do you have siblings? You answered his questions but felt yourself yearning to hear more about the Mysterious Kakashi Hatake. Realizing that he wasn’t going to answer personal questions, you decided to hit him with one you knew he would have to answer.

“So,” You dragged out the last vowel playfully, “Why did you ask me out?”

He hummed in response. “We’re here.” 

You realized that you were outside the bookstore next to your bakery and you laughed, doubling over in pain. He had guided you all throughout the city just to take you to a spot that was minutes away from your house. 

He opened the door for you with an amused expression and gestured for you to go in first. Your laughter was immediately snuffed out when you passed through the doorway. The inside was dark, the only light being that of the hundreds of candles placed all throughout the store. There was a table set for two in the middle of the store, and all the books had been rearranged on the shelves so that the pages were facing outwards, hiding the spines and titles. You made your way through the shelves, following the candlelit pathway toward the table.

Kakashi pulled your chair out for you, allowing you to sit down, before making his way to the chair next to you. The seating arrangement was intimate and made you feel as though the two of you had been married for decades, insisting on sitting in close proximity so that you could hold hands and gossip all throughout the night. You watched as the candlelight flickered against his strong jawline, the mood lighting making his features stand out to you even more from beneath the mask. His expression was hard to read, his dark eyes resembling black holes that you very much wanted to get sucked into, as he watched you taking in the scene.

“How did you do this?” You asked.

“I noticed that everytime I visit the bakery, you have a romance book sitting behind the front counter,” He chuckled when your cheeks grew hot and you cast your gaze away from him. “So, I assumed you were a romantic at heart. I hope that I wasn’t wrong?”

“N-Not at all,” You sighed, “It’s… perfect. Really.” You smiled at him and glanced around the room once more. He had managed to stun you into silence.

“Ahem,” A younger voice said from around the shelves.

“Ah, yes,” Kakashi pulled his gaze away from you, “You can come in.” 

You giggled as a young boy came from around the shelves with a bottle of champagne. He looked to be about ten years old; the champagne bottle looked almost doubled in size in his hands, and he was staring down at his feet.

“Kakashi-sensei,” He sighed, “I-I don’t know how to open this.” 

Kakashi’s laugh was thick and full, making you squeeze your legs together and turn away for fear of being drawn to his laugh like a moth to a flame. His laugh could very easily be the death of you, igniting you on fire from the inside out. 

“I can open it. Here.” He took the bottle from the boy’s hands and opened it with a loud pop as he grabbed your glass and filled it up. He finished pouring his and he gave you a small wink. 

“You really didn’t have to go through all this trouble,” You said as you took a sip of your drink. The bubbles coated your tongue and slid their way down your throat, the sensation reminiscent of how you felt every time Kakashi touched you. It made you wonder what kissing him would feel like and the thought made you clear your throat lightly.

“Oh,” He replied, “It was nothing, really.”

“Yeah, he made us do all the work.” The boy grumbled. You looked at Kakashi and he gave you his signature, nonchalant smile through his mask. “But experience is experience!” The boy walked away after that.

“What does that mean?” You questioned.

“I, um,” Kakashi trailed off as the boy returned with two menus.

“We’re on a mission,” The child chimed in, “Gai-sensei’s orders. He said ‘Make sure those two end the night with a smooch, otherwise it will be a complete failure’.” He shrugged and walked away and you began laughing hysterically. 

“You’re evil,” You whispered. He cleared his throat in response and you felt his hand gently rub its way across your knee and over your thighs, causing your spine to tingle and your heart to skip a beat.

The rest of the night felt very much like a fantasy. You and Kakashi ended up talking for at least two hours after the meal and dessert (which Kakashi insisted you have, and you laughed when you saw it was a cake that you had made that very same day that was placed under the name ‘Gorgeous’. You had seen weirder names, so you didn’t even give it a second thought at the time). After the first hour, the boy had whined and told Kakashi he was assigned to clean up as well.

“Tell Gai-sensei that the mission was a success.” Kakashi had stated.

“But he insisted I HAD to stay until you smooched!” The boy protested.

Kakashi groaned. “Just tell him we did. I’ll play along and I’ll clean up, don’t worry.” 

Kakashi still hadn’t answered many questions about himself, but his hand kept slowly grazing along your thigh and knee, making your head feel light and the skin under his touch tingle. The thought of arguing with him was completely out of the question while he touched you, so you gave up and focussed instead on the way his shoulder muscles tensed as you laughed, or the way his jaw would become tense every time he laced a calloused finger over your inner thigh, making you imagine the way his mouth must have formed into a tight line behind the mask.

He walked you back to your apartment - this time, he was kind enough not to make you run all around town - and you both stalled outside of your door under the moonlight. It reflected off his silver hair, making you want to know the way it would feel to run your fingers through it as he moaned your name into the darkness of your bedroom. His ebony eyes were locked onto you with the intensity of a lighting bolt crashing to the earth.

“Hey,” You said, “You know, you never did answer my question.”

Kakashi tilted his head lightly to the side as if to say “I haven’t answered most of your questions, which do you mean?” 

“Oh?” His voice was like a velvet choker around your neck, soft and smooth. “And which would that be?”

“Why’d you ask me out?” You leaned your body into the door, the cold wood cutting through your layers of clothes and the warmth of your skin. It was a nice contrast to the heat Kakashi had you in all night.

“Oh, that one.” He laughed and grazed a finger through your hair, pushing a stray strand behind your ear. You felt your heart pounding inside your chest at the gesture, causing you to lean back even more to the door as he brought his face closer to yours, the scent of mint and lavender overwhelming your senses. 

You caved and slowly closed your eyes, trying to breathe in as much of him as humanly possible, as you felt his lips slowly press onto yours. The feeling caused sparks to ignite throughout your body and you fought the urge to gasp at the sensation of his unmasked mouth on yours. You reached forward and held onto his jacket, pulling him closer to you. He gripped the side of your face and deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over your lips slowly and carefully as his other hand reached around your waist and pulled you even closer to him. 

His breath was cool against your tongue as he worked his own around it. You allowed yourself to fall into him completely as you moved your hands from his jacket to his soft hair, pushing him into you and wishing that you could bend the realities of space and somehow get even closer to him. 

You pulled yourself away slightly and looked into his hooded gaze, his jet-black eyes filled with a mischievous yearning. You glanced down and saw, for the first time, his fine mouth that was formed into a half smirk. This man was hot, and it made you quiver with anticipation.

“Do you want to come inside?” The question slipped from you before you had time to consider what you were saying.

He replied by giving you another soft kiss as he grabbed your keys from your purse, the jingling acting like your own personal symphony as he swiftly unlocked your door and guided you inside.

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[jovoy]

OMG tht perfume seems like it would smell sooooo good !! I’ve been looking for an orange blossom perfume :•] does the top note last very long ?

i would say the orange blossom is there for the duration of the wear time but as with most diptyque edts its not gonna be an insanely long lasting fragrance in general and its pretty light🙂 and its in equal play with the juniper and angelica etc its fairly green aromatic and not very sweet while still being very orange blossom-y…if that makes sense. if you want a really nice powerhouse of an orange blossom then i would probably suggest lutens fleurs d’oranger over this but its still so gorgeous

[seasidewriter1-writes]

Replying to @elizabeth0020 for: Hello!! I’ve always wondered how you decide what arcs/episodes you’re going to write? There are sooooo many, how do you know what’s a good one for your story vs one that isn’t? And a second question (if you feel like answering lol): how do you picture all the details you wrote? Like lighting, movements, facial expression etc? You’re so good at that and I’ve always been amazed at how you come up with them!

I love answering anything and everything, so never worry about sending me too much! I don’t often get to talk about the technical stuff (like the questions you’ve asked), so I love getting any chance I have to talk about them! (So hold on tight, ‘cause this is a ramble! 😂)

So, for the first question regarding the arcs... I picked out what episodes/arcs I thought were beneficial when I did my first watch through of the Clone Wars this past summer. I had a google doc that I wrote down all the episode names in, then jotted down the preliminary ideas. Let me tell you, with a show that has seven seasons of 20+ episodes, it was... so daunting to even think about narrowing down what episodes and arcs to use. It was what initially deterred me from using any of them at all. So I started to look for things that I felt would directly impact Elara, her character, and her development. For example, I didn’t really use all of “Cat and Mouse” because the episode, on a whole, wouldn’t have Elara much involved in it. It did, however, provide a wonderful backdrop for her time on Christophsis, which is why I didn’t nix it entirely. Aside from forcing Obi-Wan and Elara to be tied together, “Dooku Captured” and “The Gungan General” were used to introduce her to Hondo, whom both allows her to be more playful, and showcases her knowledge of the seedier side of the galaxy. And there are plenty of episodes that I love and adore that I just... don’t think would fit. For as much as I love “Senate Spy” and the introduction of Clovis, there’s no way for me to put Elara into that episode and not have it feel forced. That’s another huge thing I look for when picking episodes; if Elara doesn’t feel like she would naturally fit into the storyline somehow, even if it’s indirectly, I’m not going to force her into it. That’s when I do things like mention the events of the episode in a chapter (like with “Clone Cadets”) instead of doing a whole episode. So Clovis is obviously going to get a mention (she’s Anakin’s sister and Padmé’s bestie, of course she’s going to hear about the debacle), but the whole episode won’t be written out.

Then, of course, you have the arcs. The ones that I had immediately chosen are (and these probably come as no surprise): Ryloth, Mandalore, Mortis, Slavers, and Deception. The arcs I find easier to choose because you have a chance to work with more surface area so to speak. It gives me a chance to really flesh out Elara’s part in the story, focus in on her and her emotions and how she’s tied to this particular plot. With the Mortis Arc, for example––Elara is a Skywalker. She is strong with the Force, and in the “Balance” verse, considered a Chosen One. That ties her into the Mortis Arc very interestingly, since it’s not just Anakin going God Mode. It’s going to lend me the chance to really dig deep into Elara, her connection to the Force, to the Light and Dark (the Daughter and Son), and her relationship to being a Chosen One. At first I was like ‘holy shit I’m never gonna be able to do this arc,’ and then when I buckled down and really thought it over... I realized it’s going to be really important for her as a character, and particularly her relationship with Anakin (stay tuned!). It also probably comes as no surprise that a lot of the arcs (and episodes) that get picked are influenced by whether or not Anakin or Obi-Wan are in them. Which is why I almost turned a blind eye to the Umbara Arc until someone brought it up. I did a rewatch of it and knew I had to include it, too. Because that’s going to be an awesome opportunity to flesh out how close Elara is to the 442nd, and be able to contrast her ideals as a General against those of Krell. A lot of the picking of episodes and arcs ends up being trial and error. I wrote the first four-ish pages of “Clone Cadets” before I realized it just didn’t flow right.

All this being said, I like to envision Elara is around for all of the Clone Wars episodes, so I’ve got lots of fun little random snippets for things that I’ll probably never write, but figure would happen in some part of a CW episode.

And after all that, here we finally are at your second question! ☺️

Coming up with all those small details is actually an amalgamation of things at work. I do attribute a lot of it to my training as an actor/theatre artist. I think about how, if I were directing it, how I’d want the movements to look, and how that would translate on both a small scale, and a large scale. A touch of a hand for Obi-Wan and Elara can feel like a world shifting movement––but come off as nothing but a simple, friendly gesture to their fellows. On a small scale, what makes the difference is the way the touch happens. How light the pressure of the touch is, how long it lasts, how slowly their fingers brush against the other person’s hand... all those things help me figure out the mood of that touch and how they’d respond to it. Also, when choosing words to describe movements I often think about the attitude attached to it. A ‘turn of the head’ when Anakin’s being moody may end up being a ‘swivel,’ or the ‘arch’ of an eyebrow from Obi-Wan is more sarcastic than a gentler ‘raise.’ I often agonize picking out those sorts of words. I’ll sit there and try them over and over again, then put them all into a Thesaurus website because I worry I use the same words too much. The thesaurus (particularly when writing Obi-Wan), is my best friend.

When I write mannerisms for canon characters, I use a lot of reference for. I’ll literally just scroll through gifs, watch movie clips, or rewatch the scene I’m writing to pick up on character-specific mannerisms. A couple chapters ago I was describing Anakin’s angry face, and I just looked at images of him from Revenge of the Sith (him alone in the Council room, him being knighted as Vader, his expressions on Mustafar, etc.) I’ll also do this for vocal ticks/inflections. I will also unashamedly admit I will sit there and compose my face into whatever expression I’m trying to describe. Sometimes feeling it physically, or physically composing it helps me come up with words or ways to describe the look. Same thing with touches AND with vocal inflection. Do I sit by myself and read what I’ve written aloud in my best Obi-Wan Kenobi cadence? Yes, yes I do. And has it helped me figure out what words/phrases do and do not work? Yes, it absolutely has!

Also, a lot of describing the details of motion/facial expression/touch gets affected by music for me. Like, if you listen to “Stairway to Heaven” as played by the London Philharmonic Orchestra while reading, say, the scene in “The Gungan General” where Obi-Wan and Elara wake up pressed up to one another... that song is just THE feel of that moment. Listening to the right music when writing (the little details especially) is big for me. Kinda like how “Blue Monday” is the music that works best for the bunker scene in “Storm Over Ryloth.”

There are also a lot of details that I pull from real life. I remember when I wrote Elara seeing Naboo for the first time—and consequently grass, trees, and flowers, too—it was summer time for me. I was staring out at the trees and the way the light filtered through them, watched how they swayed... the grass had just been cut and the breeze smelled sweet... and I was like ‘god, imagine experiencing this all for the first time.’ So I took what I felt and elevated it a little, tried to add a kind of wonder to the things that we all, for the most part, kinda take for granted. I like pulling on experiences I’ve had in real life as a basis.

I ask attribute a LOT of my detail work to my training as a theatre artist. I think about lighting now differently than I did a couple years ago; because I learned what kinda of light fit different moods. Like the scene of Obi-Wan at Dex’s would feel completely different if I’d described the light as cool toned. It would lack a sense of hope. His reminiscences would be sadder, it would feel more stark. The warmer tones suggest that there’s still heart and hope, a possibility for things to get better, and that reflects his inner life better than colder, bluer light. Or how I used light when I wrote Elara seeing Watto again after 10 years to describe her struggle between Dark and Light in that moment. She stepped out of the sun and into the shade because, for a moment, she almost gave in to the Darkness. (Inspired by the scene in Force Awakens where Kylo asks for Han’s help and the light shines down on them... with hints of red low lighting to hint at the struggle... only to have the light disappear as he overrides his own vulnerability, reverts to the Darkness and kills his own father).

I also love using physical objects as emotional triggers, like is done in theatre quite a bit. A good recent example being Elara’s lightsaber. Obi-Wan having it reminds him of his worries regarding her safety, and his struggle with choosing what path to take in regards to his feelings towards her. Or Elara with the Snow Blossom. These things have the ability to spark different emotions depending on the situation. On a good day, the Snow Blossom will make her smile; on a bad day, it may make her feel more sad than happy. And sometimes they don’t have to be objects—they can be bruises or scars or healing wounds. Having something physical spark an emotional response can be really helpful, and has actually helped me though rough spots in my writing.

I could literally go on for hours about all of this kind of stuff! So thank you for asking about it and giving me a chance to discuss it even a little bit! ☺️

[ohshitmomitsawritingblog]

Can you do a scenario where Gaara does something embarassing and is completely flustered but his crush compliments him anyways?

Mmmm this is sooooo cute!

“Gaara—“

This was the worst possible outcome. The worst scenario. The absolute impossibly worst situation he could find himself in. He tries to pull away, but the awkward angle of the metal slot and his own panic just jams his arm further into the contraption.

“What are you doing?” His friend asks. He doesn’t want to turn towards them, but he does, slowly, the balls of his sandal clad feet grinding lightly over polished linoleum. Their head is tilted to the side, their lips twitching into something like a smile. Gaara feels something inside of him shrivel into a wasted, dry husk before dying. Again, he gives his arm a futile yank. The can of juice he had been looking to dislodge chunks loudly against the plastic catch. It rolls, side to side, and Gaara’s crush has to cover their mouth to hide their giggle.

Gaara of the Sand, Fifth Kazekage, has his hand stuck in a vending machine.

His head thumps lightly against the wide plastic button that advertised a limited edition peach-mango juice. It’s mascot looks Karma was as bizzare as she was cruel. There’s the soft sound of shoes tapping softly, approaching, sounding closer to a funeral procession, in which Gaara’s dignity was the guest of honor. A hand softly rested on his shoulder.

“Gaara?”

He groans, soft and low and childish.

“Gaara come on, everyone gets their—“ they suck in a breath, their hand giving his shoulder a squeeze. Their nails press into his jacket lightly, and any other day, he’d quietly savor the attention. “their hand stuck in a vending machine once in their—“ they let out a giggle, which should make Gaara smile, but doesn’t. “How did this even happen?”

Gaara chances a glance at them. Their face is rosy pink, their cheeks round with a good natured smile on their face. He swallows, his mouth going dry as he futilely pulls at his jammed wrist.

“My drink..uh.. got stuck.” he says, as if this explains it all. His friend gives a knowing nod.

“Vending machines are such scams,” they say, reaching over to brush their fingers over where his wrist is wedged between metal and plastic. They’re so close, Gaara could lean in to breath them in, his lips brushing against the cords of their neck. They smell sweet, like cherry blossoms mixed in with something citrus. He wonders if he could feel their heartbeat throb against his lips, if they’d taste as spring fresh as they looked.

He doesn‘t do any of that.

“You know, you did a good job, standing up to the Raikage earlier,” they comment idly, giving his wrist a slight tug, their thumb running over the thin skin of his wrist, now raw with his efforts to get free. “He’s a strong leader, but he’s too used to having total authority in his village. It’s good that he’s met an equal whose willing to both work with him and stand up to him,” they say, almost absent-mindedly. They look at him just as he looks at them. Their eyes are lovely, he thinks, like polished crystal. He frowns to himself.

Their smile falters a little.

“That was just a typical Summit conversation. Nothing special,” Gaara says, and means it. His mind tries to supply some kind of compliment, some mild balm he can offer that is neither too cold, which he is prone to being, or too much, which he’s surrounded by to the point of warping his perception of standard praise. He can think of nothing but the Leaf’s Rock Lee and his failed attempts at wooing Sakura, a girl he hardly knew but who he always thought would never be one to yield to anything easily, let alone the awkward praise of a teenaged boy in a green jumpsuit. His brother Kankuro, who was good with both women and men but rarely stuck around, and Temari, who despite her grace in all other aspects of life, was stiff with praise and just as bad at romance as he was. The less said about Baki and his string of ex wives, the better. Gaara’s mouth goes dry as his brain spirals into a puddle: sorry, we are unavailable right now, please contact us at a later date.

“Oh please,” they snort, shoulders shrugging in a lazy pinch. “You only say that because you’re a kage— with really sweaty wrists. Here...”

Gaara is about to say something to the effect of ‘that’s irrelevant—‘ until he feels a painful tug on his wrist, and the accompanying shock of his elbow slamming into the cache with the dull, but unmistakable sound of metal on bone. He hisses, shoulders hunching as he tenderly rubs his newly freed arms. There were some days where unpleasant, but mundane pains almost made him miss the former impregnability of his automatic defense. With less chakra at its disposal, things like smashing his funny bone simply weren’t covered by a sentient wave of sand anymore.

Gaara says nothing, but he feels a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, sorry—“ his friend says, and he knows they mean it by the way their eyebrows knit together, stress lines creasing their forehead. “I should’ve warned you.”

“It’s fine...” Gaara mutters, looking away for a moment. His friend sighs, a sound that wasn’t exasperated, like Temari, or tired, like Kankuro, but something else that Gaara couldn’t quite describe.

“A break wasn’t worth the time,” he observed. He glared at the juice can, still innocently sitting in the cache. An illustration of a stylized grapefruit stares up at him in shiny chrome and blue writing on an orange background.

“Hey,” they say quietly, rocking on the balls of their feet before leaning their weight forward. Gaara’s body catches their’s, and he feels their arms wind around him. He could easily pull away, if he wanted, but he leaned in, pressing his nose to their hair. Despite himself, Gaara breathed in deep. He was always weak to citrus.

“I know you’ve been ... stressed, lately,” his friend says, their hand lightly resting on the middle of his back. “But you know ... wasting your time ... things not working out how you want—“ they hesitate, “it’s not the end of the world. You gotta stop being so hard on yourself.”

“I’m not—“

“You are,” they say, their voice becoming teasing. “You work hard and you never give yourself a break. I thought you were going to either cry or bring down half the building when I found you earlier.”

“I wouldn’t have cried,” Gaara said, picking something he could easily rebuttal.

“You looked it, though,” they said. “You’re stressed. You gotta take some time out. Sip your sparkling water—“

“Juice.”

“You like juice?”

“Not really,” he sighed. He didn’t want to say he bought it because he was bored, or because he knew for a fact that this brand of juice was what they liked.

“Well, get something you do like, and relax. For a half an hour, no jammed vending machines or paperwork in sight. Please?” They pull out of their hug to look at him, and Gaara can’t say his heart didn’t try to squeeze itself into his throat at the lose of contact. Their eyes were round and sparkling.

“... if you insist...” He offers, “will you accompany me?” He never intended to say no.

His friend smiles. “Of course!”

[dragongirl642]

Sunstreaker/Sideswipe x human!female!reader (bayverse) part 6

Recap:

"Should we run", said Starwave. "Probably" replied his twin and they slowly backed off hands raised, leaving their older brother to face his partner's fury.

Of course they didn't get off that easy,

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The Autobots had noticed the new arrivals.

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I sat on my bed, back on my farm. The familiar colours and smells calming me. This was the last time I would be in this room for a while. Orders had come from higher up...all the newly-licensed members of NEST were to move into the newly appointed base at Diego Garcia. 'What's with calling it a newly appointed base anyway...I've worked there a couple of times before years ago...it's not new.'

The sounds of birds calling in the trees and the low rumbles of the tractors, again calming my turbulent mind. Every time I left, I worried about this place. Not just about whether all the work would get done, but whether the systems would work. We've had a couple of bad twisters hit here in the past. Nothing serious happens when I've been here to clean up or the early warning protocol kicks in; setting the farm to lockdown and all the machines pack themselves away in the barn. We had a system malfunction once in the past, I had to replace everything. 'Ugh, bad memories...at least William helped me (because he was blackmailed?...no because he wanted to help his cousin...well maybe a little bit) and the rest of the unit generously agreed to help too.' A small chuckle left my lips at the memory, 'ah good times'.

I swung my legs and jump off the bed. Turning to close the window, cutting off the sounds from outside, a sigh escaped me. Grabbing my two duffel bags filled with the last of my clothes, toiletries, electronics, etc; I walked out my bedroom, silently closing the door behind me.

I trudged through the house, closing windows and turning off lights; double checking the kitchen appliances, 'you can never be too careful'. Once at the front door, I threw a last longing look back down the hallway. With a huff I stepped outside and locked the door. The soft thump of its closing barely audible in the carpeted space.

"What took you so long?" The sound of Starwave's impatient voice sounding from his alt-mode parked not two feet from my front door. 'Did he just get snarky with me? Out of character much.' I strolled round his passenger side, his side door already open. I deposited both bags in his back seats then climbed in myself.

The seat belt strapping me in tight as we sped off. The burst of speed pushing me back into Starwave's seat. "Starwave, SLOW DOWN!" My panicked screech falling on deaf ears, 'Or audials should I say'. He swerved, tyres screeching and spun to suddenly slow and smoothly stop just beyond the doors of the barn. "I'm only trying to help darling, we were supposed to be at NEST two days ago. On the plus side you're no longer grumbling and stuck in your funk now, are you?" I couldn't deny his logic was sound.

But the effects weren't great. I practically flopped out of his alt-mode. Head spinning I stumbled towards the barn and leaned against the door; which promptly opened, depositing me neatly on the floor. "Ouch" I rubbed my back as I stood up once more. And slowly walked into the darkness of the barn, trying to ignore Starwave's amused chuckles from outside. "Are you alright (y/n)?" he gasped out between giggles. I hmph'ed and turned on the lights. Marching forward to my workbench I began putting everything in boxes and carrying them over to my trailer. Starwave had graciously volunteered to pull the large trailer all the way to the base so I couldn't really tell him off.

About 20 minutes later I had just finished packing all my stuff, 'or rather...anything smaller than me'. Last but not least I had a large exercise bicycle/pedal reactor to load. Unfortunately it was twice my height. Just as I was considering transforming and using my Gaian strength to lift it a cough came from behind, followed by a voice. "May I help you?" I whipped round as my heart jumped. Hand on heart I glared at the tall form of my partner, Starblaze. My glare soon turned to a look of confusion, "I thought you were already at the Diego Garcia base, how come you're here?"

He merely smiled and walked forward to pick up the reactor placing it on my trailer. He then lifted the folding ramp and so the trailer was now an enclosed box on wheels. I took the keys out of my pocket and locked it. I looked up to see Starblaze smiling at me. "Am I not allowed to visit my partner?" but then he slightly averted my eyes, "And I had to check on Starwave" he admitted.

I chuckled at that. 'No wonder'.

I walked over to the huge doors and began pushing on one, laboriously opening it; as Starwave casually opened the other with one hand, just his helm peeking round the door. Sunlight bouncing off him and temporarily blinding me as I walked outside.

Starblaze followed pulling the trailer in his off hand. I couldn't help but laugh.

"HA HA HA HA HA..."

This Oh-so-majestic being, who's very steps make the ground shake...is pulling my trailer like a toddler with his new toy.

'He effing looks like one as well. He's got the pout, walk and everything. XD'

I collapsed gasping to the floor as two very confused cybertronians just stare at me. Starwave looks from me to Starblaze. Then it clicks, an expression of wonder graces his faceplate before he too collapses in a fit of hysteria. Starwave just watches us nonplussed. He rolls his optics and thinks for a moment. Then he looks at himself. I laugh even harder as optics upwards in concentration he adopts the toddler pose again. He looks at me a grin blossoming on his faceplate and laughs as well. Not a moment later his eyes widen and he clamps a servo over his intake. Me and Starwave freeze and just stare.

(Author note: dear readers, if you have watched Transformers Prime...his laugh is like Ratchets laugh in that one episode. You and Starwave's reactions are the same as the kids.)

Not a second later we both burst out laughing again. "I-i-i-it hu-hurts" He gasps out through his giggles while I just cry with the force of my laughter. Starblaze just looks at us exasperatedly for a moment before smiling and leaning against the wall of the barn; watching us practically die with laughter.

--------------Timeskip to after you calm down and get on the road--------------------

Starwave was pulling my trailer attached to the back of his alt-mode and I was riding in Starblaze. The windows were down and I had my arm hanging out his window as we sped down the road.

I watched the horizon, daydreaming...when I felt a little nudge within my heart/head. "Are you alright?" Starblaze's voice echoed within my head as a wave of calm descended on me.

'I'm really starting to like this bond thing, sooooo calming', chuckles followed, reverberating over the bond. I frowned "Hey Starblaze keep out of my private thoughts please." There were more chuckles followed by an "As you wish (y/n)." Silence descends once more before another voice pipes up over the bond, "Hey I can see you, take a left now!" Its Starocean's voice...'But I thought he was at the Diego Garcia base.'

Starblaze took a sharp left down a dirt track to the gates of a brazenly military airbase. 'How did I not notice that?'

We rolled through the gates that opened before us and rounded a corner to see a huge cargo plane sitting contentedly on the runway.

Starblaze and Starwave; Starblaze lets me out and they both transform. I can vaguely hear Starwave stretching and grumbling about how heavy my trailer was...he soon shut up when Starocean came sprinting out the open back of the cargo plane. I watched with a smile on my face as the twins sprinted for each other. At the last minute they both dodged to their right, linked arms and spun around into a hug. I could faintly feel their joy and chatter over my link to Starblaze...and sequential sibling link to the twins.

I walked next to Starblaze towards the plane. Before we even take two steps though both twins come sprinting back.

"Hey (y/n)! How's packing been?" Joyfully Starocean offers me his hand, I step onto it and he lifts me up to cradle me against his chassis in a hug. "I missed you too ocean." I hug back and then he passed me over to Starblaze. ('Ocean' being my nickname for him; for example Starwave is 'Wave' and Starblaze is just 'Blaze', but together Starwave and Starocean are called the 'star twins')

I sit contently on Starblaze's shoulder, watching the star twins argue over who's going to pull my trailer now.

He walks over to the cargo plane and ascends the ramp. I sway slightly as we enter and grip onto one of his shoulder struts for support. A faint humming sounds all around, not the regular plane hum but almost like...'a sparkbeat!'.

I close my eyes and access my bond with Starblaze. I look around and all I can see is spark energy. 'Starblaze...are we?'

He nods and replies, "Yes we are...(y/n) meet Stratosphere."

I exited our link and looked around, "uh...hi."

"Nice to meet you (y/n). I must admit I was surprised when I heard any Gaians still existed, let alone one had formed a partnership with a native of this rock...it's cool to meet you."

Starblaze settled himself down further in and the twins came up the ramp with my trailer. I slid off his shoulder and down his outstretched arm to the floor of Stratospheres hull.

I was curious as to whether anyone would be sat in the cockpit or not. I opened the door to the cockpit and a broad beam spread across my face. I launched myself into the arms of the man stood on the other side of the door. "Epps!"

"Woah there" he chuckled and held me up, "Lennox would kill me if his baby cuz killed herself tackling me." I just laughed and punched him in the arm.

"Takes more than that to kill me Sergeant...word on the street is you're expecting a promotion."

"What street, you live in the middle of nowhere dust-girl."

We both laughed and then Starblaze's voice again sounded in my head.

'(y/n) strap in, we are preparing for take-off''.

I passed on the order to Epps as I strapped into one of the pilot seats. He quickly followed.

We watched the dash light up and felt Stratosphere rise into the air.

"Weird when you're not the one driving, isn't it?" Epps joked. I smiled and joked back, "yep it sure is, but that means I can nap right?"

We both laughed before I reclined my seat, giving a small yawn. Epps smiled at me in a brotherly way, "It sure does (y/n), it sure does."

I was out before he finished his sentence.

------------------Timeskip to Diego Garcia-----------------------

I woke up just as we were landing. The bright sun assaulting my eyes the second I dared open them. I flinched, closing my eyes in reflex. Epps chuckling away beside me doing absolutely nothing productive, besides insulting my pride. I cautiously glare though my eyelashes at him as I slowly adjust. He gets up and strolls out once I can open my eyes, I unclip myself and exit the cockpit after him.

The star twins are sharing the job of pulling my trailer, 'How on earth did they fuse their arms together?' Starocean's left arm and Starwave's right arm have fused together to form one large joint arm, as they walk in step with each other pulling my trailer after them. "It's like an absurd three legged race." I mutter to myself.

Starblaze stood sedately to the side glanced at them before saying, "They are split spark twins and they can fuse to form one being, should they so wish." I just nodded, and sent the equivalent of a nod down our bond just for good measure.

We all exited Stratosphere, Epps jogging ahead eager to get inside. I soon realised why, the second we stepped out into the sun I thought I would melt. Just as I was swishing for shade, Starblaze adjusted his pace to block the sun from falling on me. 'Thank God for robot aliens!' Starblaze suddenly broadcasting a bout of hysterical laughter down our bond.

I swear I leapt three feet in the air before falling promptly on my back.

Nearby laughter snaps me out of contemplating, yet again, the wonders of having someone else in my head at times.

I pick myself up and turn my head to see some bots I hadn't seen before.

They were practically identical, except the silver one had swords on his arms just above his servos and the yellow/gold one had guns.

I looked up at them, slightly embarrassed, but hiding it well. "Hello, are you some of the new recruits?" I politely asked.

"I'm Sideswipe" said the silver one, "and this is my brother Sunstreaker."

"And who might you be?" said bot interjected.

Their bright blue optics studied me intently.

"I'm (y/n) (l/n), cousin to William Lennox and Gaian bond partner to Starblaze."

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both cock their helms at me in surprise, 'quite honestly the fact that they did that at the same time is soo cute!' I made sure that thought was kept out of me and Starblaze's bond.

I was distracted when Sunstreaker spoke up, "So you're the human that saved Jazz...you don't look like much." A self-satisfied grin hovering on his lip-plates as he waited for my reaction. Sideswipe grinned broadly, "Jazz said you faced Megatron...bet you couldn't take on me."

'Oh, these two thought I was just a human and that this would come to nothing huh, I'll show them.'

'(y/n) I would not advise that course of action...unless you would allow me to be your partner in this venture.' I could feel the smirk coming down our bond.

'Oh yes, let's show them.' I exited our conversation and addressed the twins.

"I could definitely take you...both of you in fact." The look of uncertainty suddenly on their faceplates was delicious. "But to make it fair we'll have a doubles sparring match...me and Starblaze versus you two. Just let me unpack and we'll find a suitable arena."

The twins froze momentarily before adopting exaggeratedly casual poses, "Sure, see you soon shortcake" being a final parting jab from Sideswipe before the two transformed and took off for the hangar. Sideswipe being a silver Corvette and Sunstreaker being a gold/yellow Lamborghini.

Starblaze's pedesteps alerting me to the fact that he was turning around.

"(y/n)!" a voice called for behind me. I turned around as well to spot Lennox come jogging up.

We embraced in an awkward hug, considering all the gear he was packing.

"Just back from a mission?"

"Yep...had to come back when I heard you were on your way and...your two days late."

I heard a cacophony of transforming sounds from far behind, Lennox and I watching as Stratosphere transformed into an absolute giant of a bot and limped off. We watched him walk off then turned back to each other.

"So (y/n), I saw you've met some of the new bots? I'd watch out for those twins."

I smiled, "Yep, and I've been challenged to a sparring match, doubles."

Lennox's grin fell. "You're not really going to fight them are you? Sideswipe is the Autobot's fragging combat instructor and his twin is just as skilled. You've fought in your Gaian mode, what, once?!!" But then, after a moments thought, he smirked evilly, "Kick their afts...I'll set the arena, I'm betting on you winning this."

I bumped his shoulder as I walked past, "Don't worry cuz, I'll make you proud."

We casually walked to the hangar, Lennox splitting off to go get the event all set, while Starblaze strolled up to the Star twins to tell them the news.

I walked to the barracks, entering the female dorms, I found my usual bunk down the end, and unpacked. 'Starwave was good enough to have my bags dropped off here, aw...such a sweetie!'

I stretched and left the barracks for the mess hall, 'gotta refuel before a fight.'

Grabbing a banana, I strolled out the door for the hangar. Climbing some stairs to the walkways, I took a bite as I leant against a banister.

"How's it hanging dudette?"

I turned with a smile, to come optic-to-eye with Jazz. "I'm good, how are you Jazz?"

He raised a servo and I gave him a fist pump before he started telling me all about the new recruits. Arcee (She is chimerical in the movie – check for more info), Jolt, brothers Skids and Mudflap, 'who are an ice-cream truck?', Stratosphere and the Arielbots (who are all still in Stasis needing repairs, except Stratosphere but he still needs some repairs) and finally the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

"So little lady, heard you gonna spar wi'the twins. Here's a little tip for ya'...Go for Sideswipe's legs an' try ta corner him, he overbalances real easy when he can'move and Sunstreaker's vain, ya'hurt his finish he'll get angry and we all know you gotta keep it cool to fight."

I nodded, "Thanks Jazz, I'll keep that in mind."

'Starblaze you getting this?' the response was almost immediate, I'll keep these tips in mind for our battle'. I looked up to see the Star twins wave at me from behind Starblaze.

I waved back, grinning broadly; Jazz giving me a sidelong look.

"Hey you and those Gaian twins, you lot aren't a thing are ya?"

I spluttered, blushing in response to Jazz's question.

"No! They're like the brothers I never had, they're not romantic prospects or whatever..."

Jazz laughed as Starwave called from across the hangar, "Aww (y/n) you hurt our feelings!" Starocean cracking up beside him.

I glared and huffed, puffing my cheeks out in annoyance.

'Jokes', 'Yeah jokes...hey, does this mean we can call you little sister?' Came the less than apologetic replies from the two over my Gaian bond.

Jazz poked me with a digit, "hey didn't mean to pry girl, no hard feelings."

"Of course not Jazz" was my warm reply.

Jazz got ready to leave, "I'll be betting on ya" and with that final parting call he left.

'Man...I've got a lot of people betting on me...I'd better win this...what a sobering thought.'

'Don't worry you'll win.'

'Starblaze what did I say about going in my private thoughts.'

.

.

.

'That was private? You were practically shouting.'

'Oh shush you!'

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Author note: So you've met the twins and a little competition be brewing.  heh heh heh...hope you enjoyed.

[jmkitsune]

All the red emoji asks 😝😝😝

💄 - do you wear makeup?

not anymore, used to in high school (eyliner/nail polish) would again but honestly I'd need someone to do it for me, I'm far too impatient

💋 - when was/have you had your first kiss?

I was 14/15

👠 - do you enjoy shopping?

eh I'm not a "shopper" I know what I want, I order/buy it then im done, I never was one of the perusing type

🧣 - do you consider yourself fashionable?

if I was in an anime sure then maybe I could afford the fashion I like

⛑ - has someone ever saved your life?

not that I can think of in relation to the way the question is asked

🎒 - what’s your favorite school subject?

literature/history/chorus/music theory

🐞 - are you a superstitious person?

hardly

🐙 - what’s your favorite animal?

*points to screen name* foxes

🍄 - what’s your favorite vegetable?

cucumber

🌹 - are you a romantic?

painfully

🍎 - what’s your favorite fruit?

uhhh oranges? green apples? I dunno- it may surprise people but I don't eat a lot of fruit XD

🍉 - what’s your favorite season?

spring/autumn

🍓 - what’s a memory that reminds you of your childhood?

I remember building lego model kits a LOT and like making all these elaborate stories for them all, my first (not remotely original idea) was "legos vs plastics" based on the plastic army men type toys vs lego type toys" ....yes I'm aware legos are plastic, I was like 10 and had an old laptop with word pad.

🍒 - what’s your favorite flower?

Sakura Blossoms

🍅 - do you consider tomatoes fruits or vegetables?

I consider them gross

🌶 - can you handle spicy foods?

I'm white sooooo no

🥩 - do you eat meat?

only two type and according to most the world one doesn't count lol (Mcdonalds double cheese burgers) the other is kosher hot dogs other than that- NOPE

🥫 - tomato soups with grilled cheese or by itself?

Grilled cheese and a side of sliced cucumbers w ketchup for dipping lightly salted

🍫 - dark or milk chocolate?

white chocolate or milk chocolate OR chocolate and mint

🥤 - what’s your favorite drink?

vanilla coke or rootbeer

🍷 - are you old enough to drink?

sadly I'm older than that

🏓 - what’s your favorite sport?

soccer or martial arts

🥊 - do you think fighting solves problems sometimes?

I dunno, you punch an asshole hard enough they stop being an asshole, break a nazi's arm they're 50% less likely to do stupid nazi shit

I'm a technical pacifist in that I do not seek violence, however if violence comes to my door I'll be sure to meet it in kind but only enough to

Disarm, disable, disengage

🥁 - do you play an instrument?

used to play guitar a lot, know a LITTLE ocarina, learned BASIC as fuck piano and some BASIC BASIC bass guitar, was in chorus sooo like BASIC singing knowledge (I'm not good though)

🎸 - what kinds of music do you like?

good music

🚗 - can you drive yet?/do you want to?

I'm old enough

but I hate driving and ideally I'll never do it

🚨 - have you ever gotten a ticket/pulled over?

not as a driver been in the car enough times during it though

☎️ - who was the last person you called?

uhhh I think I called about my vaccine back in like april

⏰ - are you an early bird or a night owl?

night owl

💉 - are you afraid of needles?

nah

🎈 - what was the wildest party you’ve ever thrown?

I don't throw parties

📮 - do you enjoy getting mail?

provided its not bills sure

📕 - what’s your favorite book?

ya know what- fuck it I'll be vain. my books I'm a damn good writer and people are missing out on what I write

📌 - do you enjoy school?

I enjoy learning for the sake of learning

not for the sake of being a cog in the capitalist machine

📍 - what’s your dream travel destination?

somewhere I can be at peace

❤️ - do you have a crush right now?

I mean if I did- they know I do thats all that matters

💔 - have you ever broken a heart/had your heart broken?

hahahahha yea its called being a romantic, it tends to happen

🉐 - do you speak another language?

Al Bhed (not fluently but well enough) Pig Latin (ifyay ouyay ancay understandyay igpay atinlay ootay , oodgay onyay ayay , utbay ifyay otnay , onay iggiebay itsyay ayay illysay anguagelay utbay ancay ebay unfay) Took 2 years of spanish and remember...like zilch sadly tried learning Japanese via subbed Anime over the years but nothing TRULY stuck languages are hard for me to coherently remember, if I do its subconscious

❌ - what’s an unpopular opinion you have?

fandoms are a mistake and should all be avoided at all costs

🛑 - what’s a turn off in a relationship for you?

being a conservative/old fashion/traditionalist/right winged/believing that the "old days were better and people today are the worst by comparison"

it screams internalized bigotry or unresolved bigotry that'll come to fights later over something

💯 - what’s something you are extremely proud of right now?

that in 1 year I've written 5 novels worth of a story project, that is a novel every 2-3 months

🚭 - do/have you smoked?

gods know and its a HUGE turn off, the smell and such just makes me very uncomfortable and triggers bad memories

❗️- what’s something unusual about you?

My view on how the world should I'm told

♦️ - what’s your favorite game?

final fantasy X, siege, star wars KOTOR, (ok any star wars game really)

🇨🇳 - what ethnicity are you?

Mother- Irish, Russian ancestry --Russian side fled during the revolution due to the red v white armies, Irish (supposedly) were kicked out as they were horse thieves Father- Irish, Scottish, British ancestry --I have zero idea on those because never talked to my dad about any of it so I'm whatever.

end of the day though I'm American. I don't cling to my ancestry as that was then, I am now. I am Terran/of Earth that's what matters to me, nothing else, especially not where I got to be born, as I had zero control over it.

[momochino]

Sooooo I may have accidentally written an Elu post breakup oneshot that I now want to turn into a 5 chapter fic...

Here’s a little snippet!!

After All This Time

​Lucas offers the cigarette to Eliott who shakes his head in response. Lucas’ eyebrows crease in confusion.

​“Since when do you turn down a smoke?” he asks before taking a long draw.

​Eliott shrugs in that way that is so very much…him. One of his eyebrows quirks up and there is a small smile on his lips. Tiny little micro expressions only Lucas could detect. Because even after all this time, it’s still Eliott.

​“I quit about a year ago,” He responds simply. Like I would know, Lucas thinks to himself.

​ Something must show on Lucas’ face because Eliott cocks his head to the side and stares at Lucas with those eyes of his. It makes Lucas’ feel naked. It’s incredibly frustrating. How just Eliott’s stare makes him feel completely out of his body. Or like Eliott could read his every thought.

​“Besides,” He nudges Lucas with his shoulder and it sends a ripple of something throughout Lucas’ body. “Since when do you smoke? That used to be my thing.”

​“I…” missed the taste, Lucas stops himself from saying and shrugs instead. “Dunno. University, you know. Just started I guess.”

​Eliott hums and Lucas can feel the vibrations in his chest. Lucas has to close his eyes before taking another draw. Eliott’s very presence suddenly feels entirely upending. It was like this when they were together, with Elliot around it’s  like Lucas’s is surrounded by a static haze, constantly at risk of getting shocked. Eliott’s eyes, his smell, his hair, his…voice. Lucas thought he could handle it now. Everything about Eliott’s life is almost entirely different than the boy he knew and loved in high school. But it’s still him. And it’s too much. Like if Lucas were to stand here with him, under the stars and Eliott’s piercing gaze, any longer he will either break down and cry or confess something he knows he’ll regret. The worst of it all, is that Eliott is acting like no time has passed. Like all the pain over the last four years never happened. 

Maybe it had been easy for Eliott. From what Lucas had seen via insta-stalking Elliott for years, Elliott did just fine moving on. In fact, he seemed to blossom and thrive since they’d last seen each other. Well, it hadn’t been like that for Lucas. It took a long time until he allowed himself to be happy again.

​“Lucas?” Elliot places a hand on his arm and pulls him out of his thoughts.

​Lucas looks down at Eliott’s hand then back up to Elliot. Anger now pulses through him. He feels himself swallow, nerves ripping away at his stomach.

​“Sorry,” He pulls away from Eliott and throws the cigarette to the ground smudging it with his foot. The littering will upset Eliott. Good.

​“I gotta go,” Lucas shoves his hands in his pockets so Eliott can’t pull him back.

​“What? Lucas, wait, I wanted to-,” Eliott tries to reach for him but he’s already made enough space between them.

​“No, I’m sorry. But I can’t do this, Eliott,” He begins to walk backwards away from him. Just like Eliott used to always do. Lucas used to think it was charming. He supposed now he wants the memory to hurt Eliott.

“It’s just better this way,” Eliott flinches when Lucas repeats the same words he used to break Lucas’ heart all those years ago.

​And without another glace, he turns on his heels and walks home alone, ignoring the pit in his stomach when the image of the flash of hurt in Elliott’s eyes is seared into Lucas’ brain.

​“It’s better this way,” He whispers to no one but himself.

[onstarsandiron]

Band AU Outline

Because where else am I going to put this?

[Lol I made it long, it’s under the readmore]

Scene 1 is Jax is trying to get coffee for his shitty boss and this asshole bumps into him, spills it all over him, and has the goddamn nerve to not stick around. Jax doesn’t know how he feels about the $50 bill casually thrown at him before Asshole runs off

Scene 2 is Robb arriving late to after school rehearsal and smelling faintly like coffee and his stupid brother is there and sneers at him because Eric is sooooo perfect and Eric gets to be the one that plays the violin, the instrument that everyone likes, and Robb is here playing the bass. Well fuck you, Eric, because Robb’s a damn good bass player and he actually likes how it sounds, thank you very much. If he’d gotten stuck with the viola he would have killed himself; he’d literally be second fiddle to Eric.

Scene 3 is Jax on his lunch break talking to Ana about their bassist or something I think? 

Scene 4 is Robb secretly practicing his electric bass in a quiet part of the mansion, like he always does, playing along with youtube videos and learning whatever he feels like

Scene 5 is Jax arriving at the venue and finally feeling the stress of the day wash off a little

Scene 6 is Robb arriving at the venue; he’s got a genuine ticket, but he brought his electric bass to try and say he’s part of the opening act or something and get backstage to try and get an autograph (maybe got dared to get one?) This goes, of course, wrong when the stage runner insists on personally seeing him to the correct dressing room saying they’ve been looking for their goddamn bassist all over the place, where the fuck have you been? and just shoves him in 

Queue: “YOU!” “Me?” Robb studied the other’s face, looking for where he’d know those features from. Suddenly it came to him. Oh. Oh no. Coffee boy. “Oh no,” Rob said, unable to help it, “Me.” 

Robb fucking OWES Jax for that bullshit, he may have payed for replacement coffee, but you can’t pay for replacement dignity, and that was his FAVORITE sweater. What’s that instrument he has? A bass? Fucking good because Barger is a no-show and they’re on in 15. 

Ana’s drums, Di does keyboard and synth, Jax is lead (only) guitar and lead (only) singer -- Di cannot carry a note to save the galaxy and Ana gets too excited and just ends up screaming more than singing (you physically cannot stop her from doing this, mind you, so mostly Jax just doesn’t give her a mic. It helps only so very much. To be fair, it is Ana’s band, so she has a certain right to do whatever she wants) They are the Dossier [Idk if I wanna include Xu and Elara in here yet; if I do, Elara’s a techie and Xu is additional tech support + Social media manager/marketing/gig booking/etc]

Queue the gang tearing up Robb’s pretty boy outfit to get grungier bc if you believe Ana started some kinda new wave bullshit band full of crooners you’re goddamn wrong. They do loud hard rock and you can die made about it. Also Jax applies Robb’s eyeliner and Robb has never had a more intimate moment with an individual without actually touching one another in his life. 

Then there’s the show. Lucky for Robb they’re playing all covers and it’s stuff that he knows. unluckily for Robb, it’s completely different to playing quietly in his tucked away chamber to youtube videos. He makes do, though. 

He’s kind of mouthing along to the words he knows and then he’s singing them quietly and then he’s singing them outright and then Jax notices and somehow there’s now been a mic placed in front of him and he’s become backup vocals now and if he believed in fake things he’d think Jax was actually pleased about this. Wow, performing sure makes your heart beat hard.

Then they’re taking a bow and off the stage before he even knows it. He thinks now he’ll be shooed off, but actually they let him watch the actual concert with them and then there’s like an after party and they let him tag along and actually he has a really good time (He gets that autograph he wanted too lol)

Like a week later he gets a call from Ana -- Di had made him sign a goddamn liability waiver including personal and emergency contact info -- and turns out that Barger skipped town for reasons which are genuinely undisclosed but 99% probably because he has a gambling problem. They need a new bassist. He worked out well in a pinch, does he think he can make practices monday at 7? 

So that’s how Robb starts sneaking around to be in this band and play little gigs here and there and it isn’t the sort of places anyone from his circle would be involved in and it isn’t so big that he’s so very worried about an internet presence (he does “”Shyly”” hide behind his hand when Di tries to get pictures for their social media). Robb like tells his mom he’s doing some extracurricular thing and turns his phone off and pays off his chauffeur to say nothing

There’s probably some cute scenes or clips of outings or something. They go thrift shopping to get Robb some actual stage clothes, they hang out with Ana’s moms, they don’t talk about Jax’s parents ever and don’t mention that Jax pretty much lives with Ana or the rotating cast of personnel through the house, there’s heart-to-hearts, there’s laughs, there’s drama, there’s friendship blossoming, walls breaking, truly incredible stuff

Then comes the inevitable. The day of the Big School Concert is also the day of the big Battle of The Bands or something. It’s some sort of contest where they play some songs and then they play one they were like assigned and they were assigned Space Oddity and one thing is that the judges are really looking for those strings but Di’s synths just aren’t cutting it; they’re timing and intonation just aren’t right. So Robb is like “Okay, you can’t ask any questions, and I’m going to be like on the wire BUT I will be there and I will bring strings. You have to trust me.” 

And then it’s Robb’s concert, and bananas things happen and he gets out of there with the bass and we’re switching back and forth between everyone being antsy and worrying and Robb booking it with this big ass piece of shit on his back and he’s in the back of the car fucking up his $300 suit. Maybe there’s a run-in with Eric? I kinda really want him to show up a little worse for ware for Jax to fuss over. 

And Jax and Ana and Di are like Bass??? Suit???? Hair half slicked back??? Are those LOAFERS??? Is that a BLACK EYE?? [one of the judges later asks the same thing and Robb just replies “We are a grunge band, ma’am]  But there’s no time to fuss! Because he rolls up literally like two minutes from going on stage!

They rush out and they play their song and it’s magical and fucking gay and Di’s going fucking ham on the piano and the whole room is vibing. Then they play a couple more songs or something idk I don’t want to like ruin this emotional high but I do need to justify the electric base being there for the next bit which issss

Di and Ana shove Robb and Jax into the dressing room and they FINALLY make out. And it’s amazing and heavy and full of emotional and physical catharsis and it’s just exactly what everyone -- robb, jax, the reader -- needs. 

And then there’s a knock on the door. Followed by “Robbert, darling, are you in there?” 

And Robb’s blood goes cold. Because of course Eric told his mother. Of course he forgot to turn his phone off. Of course, just as he finally has the things he wants, what he’s been craving for all his life, here comes his mother reminding him of what he is supposed to be. 

“What’s wrong?” Jax asks, “Who’s that?” But Robb can’t bear to say a word. It’ll all become obvious in a minute anyway. All he can do is hope that the sadness on his face shows, for once he wants his stupid face to show his goddamn emotion to the one person, and that Jax will know that’s how he really feels and won’t take this next part too personally. 

His parting words are to hand his electric bass to Jax and say, “Here, can you keep this safe for me? Valerios aren’t supposed to play these sorts of things.” 

And before Jax can say anything Robb turns away and makes his face a mask and replies, “Yes, Mother.” 

The door opens and there stands his mother, graying hair pulled into an elegant bun, still in the dress from the recital. Eric stands there too with his sharp suit, looking as if their tussle had never happened and like he didn’t need to wash blood off his rings. There were also a couple of men in suits, some of his mother’s assistants. One entered unceremoniously and silently took the bass from the room. 

“My dearest, whatever are you here for? I believe we agreed to a dinner at your favorite restaurant for your recital tonight,” it was Eric’s favorite, Robb hated the place, “This event was not on my itinerary.” 

“I apologize for the delay, Mother,” Robb said, as if he’d made them wait five minutes instead of running off across town and surely ruining their evening, “I owed a debt, and as you know that cannot be outstanding.” 

The barest hint of anger flashed over her face; she absolutely hated when he threw Valerio Family Names items back at her. He must have been hanging around with Ana too much, because he found himself relishing in having made her mad. The flash was gone almost before it was there, though, and her face was cool once more. 

“And what, pray tell, did you owe to these... people,” his mother said, eyeing Jax in a way that made Robb so angry he could feel the white hot rage in the center of his chest. But he was a Valerio, and he knew better than to show it like Ana was allowed to. 

“Did you not catch the show, Mother?” Robb asked, protectively stepping between her gaze and Jax and praying that it didn’t show his cards too thoroughly, “They required some strings accompaniment. I lent them some. Our transaction is done, I have no more business here.” 

He had so much more business here. He had results to hear. An after party to go to. Pizza to eat. Jokes to laugh at. A boy to kiss. 

But now all that business is done for. Who wants to hear results for a song played by a liar? Who wants to go to an after party or eat pizza or tell jokes with a Valerio? Who would want to kiss him after seeing who he really is: a spineless wimp who is doomed to live and die by his mother’s whims. This whole arrangement was doomed from the start, and he always knew it. He was just too happy to let himself know that. 

His mother was clearly displeased with him, but what was new? “So I see,” She said at last, “Well then, come along, no need to tarry in this... venue.” 

“Of course, Mother,” Robb said. A cool nothingness washed over him. He knew his lines. He knew his place. This was who he was. 

Robb left the room, not sparing Jax a single look over his shoulder. He told himself it was because his mother would certainly notice, and she would, but really he couldn’t bear to see whatever expression Jax was wearing -- betrayal, shock, anger? It would only break his heart further. 

As he left the room he now saw that Di and Ana were looking on in shock. Apparently they hadn’t stepped too far away. “Hey!” Ana yelled, “What’s going on?” 

“Did you not hear the entire conversation about what’s ‘going on’?” Erik asked, and Robb wanted to punch him again. Apparently Ana wanted to too, because Di instinctively reached to hold her back just as she began forward. 

“And who is this, Robbert?” his mother asked, as if they were at the zoo and she was asking which animal was in this enclosure. It was so hard for Robb to see Ana riled up without getting riled up too. 

“The leader of the band, Mother,” Robb said, carefully not naming her. She was nondescript, hard to track down by description alone. Hopefully more trouble than his mother thought worth it. He never wanted any of this night to come back to hurt the band. 

“Well, as you’ve heard, his debt is payed, so he is leaving. Say goodbye, Robbert.” 

“Goodbye,” Robb said, feeling like a dog, “Thank you for the experience.” That was as close as he could get to what he wanted to say. Thank you for being his friend, for being there for him, for letting him be dumb and clumsy, for a thousand things Ana has done for him. Her and Di and Jax. And all he can say is, “Thank you for the experience.” He makes him sick. 

And like that he turns with his mother and brother, because he is nothing but their dog. A spare for if something goes wrong. An extra to be married off for a good business deal once he’s ripe. That’s all he is and all he will ever be. 

He can hear Ana yelling after them, struggling against Di’s hold. He can picture Di’s face as he struggles between holding Ana back for her own good and letting her go because he knows she’ll at least land a hit. He tries not to picture Jax at all. 

But don’t worry because I hate sad endings but idk exactly what I want to happen but basically a few hours pass and then either Siege or Ana is like “So, when are we going?” and Jax is like “? Going where?” “To break your boyfriend out.” and idk, but it works out in the end. 

[quietlysatan]

An Invincible Summer - ShanaStoryteller, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: T for read the warnings, but don’t worry too much because of them

Favorite Quote(s): I legit wanna tattoo this next quote on me somewhere

"Oh, the things that can be accomplished through ignorance of their impossibility," 

And this Straight Up Fact

“There’s no such thing as cheating as long as you win,” Natsu says, and the brat’s not wrong.

This one’s just funny

“Chouza,” Inoichi forces himself to say evenly, “Your teachings produced Ebisu and goddamned Gai.”

“Genma’s pretty normal though,” Chouza sighs, “I never could get through to that boy.”

Gently Gai casually caring about Kakashi’s well-being is my entire reason for living, speaking of which if someone wants to come be my Gai that’d be really fucking nice because us Kakashi’s don’t do too well on our own

He hesitates, but says, "Not that I do not find your newfound mentorship to be a most youthful endeavor, but -"

"I don't know," Kakashi interrupts his friend, "I met her while she was taking her genin exam and she, I don't know, adopted me or something. She just keeps showing up."

Gai nods thoughtfully, "Stubbornness is a useful skill to have when trying to cultivate a friendship with you." Kakashi elbows the other man, but doesn't protest besides that. "She's a good cook."

And this one because I love it when people Get It, ya’know?

That's really why he won't say anything, why he won't reveal that the Kyuubi's container and the fourth Hokage's child is still alive: they already killed him once. Naruto and Shikamaru are the same age, they would have been in the same class, and the idea that anyone could want to harm his innocent, precious son makes his blood boil 

And this one, for accuracy

"This sounds like a most youthful endeavor. I will bring Anko! She will fan the flames of youth in our young Konoha blossom!"

Both Itachi and Kakashi look at Gai, horrified. "Please don't," Itachi says weakly, like he knows it'll fall on deaf ears but he has to try anyway.

"Don't worry," Gai attempts to assure them, going into his Good Guy pose, "They will produce youthful flames of feminine excellence!"

"They're going to burn down Konoha," Kakashi says flatly.

Gai's hair and teeth sparkle in the sunlight, and he doesn't attempt to deny it.

Another important one

"The world is a terrible place," she says, and she has to swallow before she speaks again, "and it's full of terrible people. But I don't have to be one of them." 

I love that Natsu-chan has great balance, this is my number one favorite character trope, and I wish more people would write it

She bends down to look at him upside down, and Itachi can feel that she's not using chakra to stick onto him, and sometimes her balance just isn't logical. 

I just love the idea of tiny genius Naruto, and I love that Natsu-chan is a seal master at like, fucking seven and a half lol

Itachi knows it's actually far more complicated than that, but just as he does not tell her minutia of the past shinobi wars in their history lessons, she does not overcomplicate her explanations of sealing. Usually he's grateful for that, but when she appears to break every known law to sealing and chakra, he's not.

"That's," he blinks and he's not going to tell her it's impossible because it clearly isn't, "new," he settles on.

A mood honestly

Inoichi now feels the urge to bang his head against the table top, because 'a huge pain' to Natsu is 'literally impossible' to everyone else.

Another mood honestly

Inoichi watches his former genin dig in with resignation. “When are you guys going to start picking up the tab? Feeding you all isn’t cheap you know.”

Hana swallows her mouthful, “Sensei, I am but a lone healer’s apprentice –“

“I have been a chunin less than a month,” Kabuto pouts, wounded, “and already you seek to profit-“

“Do you have any idea how much sealing paper and ink costs?” Natsu demands.

“Okay, okay,” Inoichi grumbles, but it’s not very effective considering he’s smiling, “I take it back, jeez.”

Okay so, since this is a 100k+ word fic, I’ve been doing this thing lately literally just now on this fic review where I only feature quotes from the first chapter (Depending on length.) but, I’m making an exception because I’ve never seen these three characters and my thoughts on them summed up so well by someone I don’t know which is to say anyone, no one I know cares about my interests really lol

"Maybe a little," he admits grudgingly, "Sakura's really smart, but she acts dumb for some reason. And her endurance is really bad. She probably would have been failed on that alone if she didn't have such good aim with shuriken. And Sasuke's good at like, everything, I still don't get why he didn't graduate earlier. He's just so-" Kiba rubs his hand over his face.

"So what?" Hana prompts, even though she's heard this particular complaint before.

"Sad," the genin sighs, "He's miserable all the time, and he works hard and if you yell at him for long enough he'll work with you, but - crap, I don't know. He's got this really great poker face so you think he's just a big jerk, but I can smell his emotions, the big idiot, and he's just this sad lonely kid who won't listen to anyone."

Hana hums, because if she opens her mouth she'll probably start cursing the Hokage and his dumb rules and his dumb ideas, and that is not the type of thing that leads to a long life.

Just one last quote because dudes, guys, pals, friends of mine it’s important and you should all stop and read it.

 “Thanks for being cool with – everything. I’m really happy you’re not mad at me for not being honest with you.”

“You are my friend,” Gaara says warmly, “and you have always been honest about that.”

Words & Chapter(s): 136,306 words of greatness, and 6 full chapters of nicely done completion

Summary: When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy. 

(Guys I swear on my cool as fuck username, and all around internet personality as practically satan and probably Lucifer and whatnot that nobody we like stays dead or severely injured)

Score: 13, this is one of my favorites for a reason, this is actually my second technically third time rereading this in as many weeks

Pairing(s): Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, background Haku/Zabuza, but don’t worry anything you’re thinking of is addressed quite nicely in the fic ultra background but still there’s a lot of relationships and I’m not going to tag them all

Warning(s): Naruto technically dies more than once because this is Naruto we’re talking about but they also technically don’t??? You gotta read it, but basically temporary character death, only the bad guys stay dead in this one.

Nobody knows that Naru-chan lived so there’s that angst for you, however, to be fair it’s not like this whole story is just characters mourning and crying and whatnot, at this point it’s mostly just passing thoughts and memories which, again, to be fair, does almost feel worse at times... Huh, regardless it’s not overly angsty

Kakashi is adopted whether he likes it or not by Natsu-chan, we love both of our emotionally fucked over fair-haired ninja in this house so you won’t have to worry about that sorta fic coming outta nowhere from me BTW... but anyways, Kakashi freaks out a bit, much like the abused dog he always reminds me of, but Natsu is the sweetest and most gentle, yet forceful person he could’ve possibly caught the attention of. (This is canon)

The Akatsuki are still bad, BUT ITACHI ISN’T technically SO WHO FUCKING CARES!!!! (The Massacre still happens tho...)

Mentions of The Flower District and what that implies, and also things a Kunoichi might definitely do

Oh my fucking god the Hyuga... Who would willingly do something so horrible as that? Of all the things... Warning for... The Hyuga branch family situation, it’s dealt with nearly as soon as we are informed but, gods, my blood ran cold, and my face whited out, my sister thought someone had died when she saw my face haha,,, who the fuck does this? And do they die? In canon I mean? I think I only watched up to the chunin exams or Pein’s attack, I can’t remember which tho...

Natsu cries because people are nice to her sometimes. And honestly that’s fair, I burst into to tears once because I imagined someone kissing my forehead softly so, Natsu is completely valid... Sidenote, I’m touch-starved and have no cure for this beyond younger siblings and my cat because I don’t have the ability to ask my mom for a hug without literally gross sobbing and I have A Thing about embarrassment sooooo... yeah if anyone has some therapy justu for me that’d be nice

Mentions of Gross Men that apparently want to have Natsu’s increasingly growing collection of the absolute most dangerous people she can befriend pay them a visit. And by that, I mean an old fuckwit has the gall to leer at a TEN-YEAR-OLD and a FUCKING THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD!!!!!! Ugh, I hate those kinds of pathetic worms.

On that note, there is technically underaged things going on, but they are also Ninja soooo???? They’ve killed people and are technically in their version of an army, and by the laws of their lands they’re all adults, actually I’m pretty sure by shinobi life expectancy Kakashi is middle-aged, Inoichi is a senior citizen, and Hiruzen is a walking corpse tbh

Alcoholism??? I don’t really think it is but I’m not sure, but some characters do drink often, and usually when stressed courtesy of Natsu and co. but still... I don’t actually know if it is because it doesn’t actually happen much, more like every few weeks/months

Mentions of past sexual assault, and attempted past sexual assault, neither happen in fic or to any of our main characters, the experiences are not graphic though they do talk about it in chapter five, it’s not to graphically described.

Also, a bunch of off-screen lemon

A Thing (That I copy-pasted from the author so that all of you will see it and not say a single word against it.): If you thought Natsu was too mature for her age - she has seen and been through some really horrible shit. But also: my cousin has, since he was like 4, hung out with kids that were about 4 years older than him because those were the kids that were in his neighborhood or whatever. Point being, even after he started school, his main group of friends was consistently older than him. He very quickly adapted to that, and to this day (he's 12) hangs out with that same group, and considers children his own age 'kids' because he adapted to the behavior of the group he was surrounded with. I hardly believe Natsu would be any different.

And also

4. Quick little note because some people mentioned liking my portrayal of the Sandaime. I base his decisions/motivations (and Itachi and Danzo's to a certain extent) around this quote by Clementine von Radics: "It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything you love by trying to protect it wrong."

Pros: Watching Natsu just casually disregard the idea of gender with little to no thought is the greatest thing anyone will ever experience beyond, I dunno, the party we’re all gonna collectively throw when soggy Cheeto dies (I still haven’t decided which song we should make chart number one when that happens)

Given that I’ve technically read this three times you should already know the writing is fucking amazing, like, whoa, mind blown type of amazing, like, wow, so good, I usually hate rereading something I’ve read before, and especially so soon after the fact but geez Louis is this fic amazing

Natsu is just as easy to fall in love with as Naruto, and they are still the same people with slightly different personalities as is to be realistically expected with a situation like Naru’s was.

Also, GENDERFLUID REPRESENTATION DONE FUCKING AMAZINGLY IS ALWAYS A PLUS!!!!!!! 

The author manages to convey a very realistic genderfluid character in an incredibly believable manner, while also still keeping Natsu/Naruto themself. They’re still the Naruto that we knew and loved, but they’re different too, as is to be expected. when Natsu is a girl no-one stumbles, she is a girl without a doubt, even the author doesn’t trip up on societal expectations, and when Naruto is a boy there is next to immediate acceptance of this fact with absolutely zero (0) Zero bullshit from transphobes, which, as a genderfluid person myself, is always fucking nice to see. You’ll have to read it to know more though.

Natsu running around creating seals is honestly the greatest thing ever, and the end scene with the village made me cry a lil bit, and dammit this fic is so fucking good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, there’s a scene, where Natsu heals Kakashi, and the way the author handled explaining the intimate not sexual relationship between two of my favorite characters ever is just, so subtly beautiful, the sibling-bond these two have is beautiful, and a part of me wants to cry sometimes when I read it, and usually do cry a little when I get to this scene, and only partially because of what happened directly before it.

I love the way everybody just gets up and moves past their trauma and just decides to politely ignore it, oh they still have it, they still deal with it, but they care, and they are careful about it, and even though it hurts them like a knife-wound to the kidney in slow-motion they still get back up and keep fucking going. That’s hella admirable and I can respect that, I can respect even more that they slowly but surely let themselves heal as time moves on. This fic is beautiful on so many different levels but it is this one perhaps, that is the most magnificent. Perhaps.

Sasuke is adorable and depressing and adorable and I love it. And Ino is still a bad bitch but she’s a kid so we only see it like a handful of times in the first two chapters. The Akimichi/Yamanaka/Nara are all great, and I occasionally pity Inionchicause like, he’s putting up with a well-informed seal genius that’s still hyper, a slightly frightening medic-kunoichi with giant dogs, another slightly more frightening medic-nin who isn’t the greatest fighter but damn can he be intimidating and also really good at pointing out “Certain Things” while judging you about them which, honestly, is my greatest pastime. Itachi is so sweet and then so tragic oh my gods, and Natsu never even considers giving up on him. Kakashi is so sweet, and he slowly becomes less of a beaten dog as time goes on and I just love all of these characters.

Except for Hiruzen. Well, no, I still love this particular incarnation of Hiruzen, for all that he’s got one hell of a pathetically small backbone, I get why he does shit. But that doesn’t make me happy. Still, he’s better than dumbledouchebag. Granted that’s not difficult, and you might have to actively put an effort in to be as bad as that guy, but still. Plus, his hearts in the right place, and he’s less about the greater good then... certain disgraces to teaching and being in charge of a large group of people... Hiruzen is actually kinda sweet and admits he has issues and actually has an excuse that’s understandable for the shit that he pulls which is great, if sadly uncommon.

Anyways, Sakura is terrifying, and I remembered why I had a crush on her. She’s so badass, also, she ends up Princess Mononoke basically which, honestly, is fucking great, and the best thing we could’ve asked for, I love all of these characters so much!!!

Aesthetic: It reminds me off beefy stew (We don’t eat beef, so we used vegan soy beef stuff instead, and it was just as good.) it reminds me of the warmth, and friendship, and home that I felt after my mom and I make dinner together with nothing but a little music on and jokes passing back and forth between us. It reminds me of scraping my knee and having my friends help me to their mom, it reminds me of loyalty and compassion. It reminds me of dancing outside at night, alone in the forest with nothing but the moon for company and wind for music. It reminds me of the first time I realized that I could love someone despite their gender and that I should despite mine. It reminds me of finely spun handmade lace, and all it’s delicate while also reminding me of the sturdiest of steels, it reminds me of so much. It reminds me of acceptance, and understanding, and so much more. If I were to say what food and drink it reminds me of, I’d say chicken noodle soup, and sweet lavender-lemon tea.

Music Aesthetic: So, I made a playlist while I was reading this the first time around, and instead of a gif or twenty like I would usually prefer to do I’m going to add that playlist. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbhXmTSBbAyjk0m1b4BZUp3t0RHL83LDK

But if I were to add a gif or two it’d be these

Because something about this fic reminds me of rainy days with tea and baggy clothes.

Every time Natsu/Naruto decided to fight ever, to be honest.

[halinski]

Kings and Queens

Sooooo uuuuuhhhh I watched the girl king earlier and I am a sucker for medieval stories about badass girls and I immediately got feels and of course feels translated into sterek??? Have fun with a few words I just threw together in an hour!

~~~

4 years ago Derek never would have believed he would be stepping down from the throne to hand the crown to his younger sister, barely 18. 4 years ago, Derek wouldn't have believed he would have ever been King in the first place. In fact, 4 years ago, Derek wasn't sure he would still be alive at this age.

It was 4 years ago that Derek had woken up out of the daze with a jolt, while wandering the forest outside the castle walls in disguise. He woke to the world to the sight of burning amber eyes and pale freckled skin. Oh, and ever since that day life hadn't stopped coming at him. Ever since that day, he could think of nothing but the golden eyes mage with the red cape.

The night was well underway but the festivities made no sign of ending any time soon. Nevertheless, Derek said his farewells to Cora, kneeling before the new queen and kissing her knuckles, before she pulled him to his feet for a proper hug.

"You better send me letters, brother," she told him as she kept her arms locked tight around him. "Don't make me send my best men after you."

"I promise." Derek nodded. "And you better make good use of that crown."

Cora pulled back to look at him with the same fiery, regal eyes their mother had once worn and for just a second Derek mourned his departure.

"You know I will," Cora replied, bodly, shin tilting up and yes, Derek did not regret passing the title on to her a single bit. She would make a great queen to the people of their kingdom and they deserved it after the hell their lands had been through the last decade or two. Derek knew Cora would rebuild the Hale legacy.

He squeezed her hands and then quickly pulled away before he could get misty eyed. As he turned, he never once looked back. Going to his quarters, he dressed down and pulled on a plain dark cloak, grabbed his bag and made his way to the stables. His horse had been readied for him by one of Cora's stablemates as Derek had already dismissed everyone keeping watch on him.

The moon shone bright above as Derek lead his mare out of the palace stables and down the courtyard. A perfect night to start his epic journey. Not a hero's tale, surely. Derek hadn't been born to inspire songs of legend and myth. But it was his heart's journey, his soul's fate. The kingdom would do well without him. There was someplace else where he was needed.

"I know you aren't about to leave without saying goodbye," Erica's voice rang out from his right and her hair gleamed in the moonlight as she stepped out of the shadows with Boyd to her right. Derek's two most faithful and successful knights. He'd relied on them for much of everything after they had helped him escape the bandits that had befallen him, when Peter had risen to take over the throne. They'd been by his side much like the mage had, only they hadn't left. And yet, here he was leaving them.

"I'd hoped to spare myself the pain," Derek said, somber, turning to them as his fingers tightened around the reigns.

"You could always take us with you," Erica replies, crossing her arms over her chest. Strong-willed and loud-spoken but loyal to the core. There'd never been a better knight.

Boyd placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and Derek heard the light sigh she gave. Stepping forward, Derek let go of the reigns and laid a hand on each of their arms.

"My sister needs you here more. You have served me better than I could have ever asked for. Now, I just ask you to take care of her for me," he said, and with a light squeeze and sorrowful look, he stepped back again, back into his mare's wisping white breath in the cool dark night.

"We don't need to listen to you anymore though, do we now?" Erica continued to stubbornly resist but her voice was somber as well and she made no move to embark on the mission with Derek.

"But we will serve our queen with our lives. As we have served you," Boyd added from next to her and Derek knew without a doubt that Erica felt the same way.

"And please," Derek said, mounting his horse before meeting their gentle gazes again, "take care of yourselves."

They nodded silently and Derek tried to brave a smile before he gave a light nudge to the gentle creature's ribs beneath him and she started to ride off into the night. It was hard not to feel anxious, his heart rabbiting in his chest, the world feeling like it was unraveling in his hands just like when he'd been a teenager. Back when the Argents had attacked from within when they'd come to sign a peace treaty, and proceeded to murder nearly everyone in the castle. Or back when he had found Laura, a great rising queen - the Phoenix they had called her - cut in two, and that by their very own uncle, who had been so tormented by the Argent's attack that he had lost all grip on sanity, very much so that Derek had felt the need to take it upon himself to rid him of his misery, and with that take upon the immense task of stepping up to the throne and leading a sea of people to success. Or back when he had left him.

It had taken so much out of him and so long, all of the last four years, to make it through those disasters, to heal and grow, to become stable enough to see into his future. And now here he was, leaving his family and friends and home behing in a flourishing gallop, riding out into the unknown on the flimsy hope that'd he'd be able to find the boy who'd stood by his side when he was becoming the man he was today, fit for a throne and the face of a kingdom.

But Derek knew, he was nothing without this man. The spark that had relit the fire within him, especially the one in his heart. The smile that had carried Derek through the nights of eternal gloom until he saw the light again. The endless words that filled his soul with substance. The joy that coiled in him as strength. The warmth that melted his numbness so that he could feel the world, the love, the life.

~~~

Day and night he rode, taking only so much rest as his darling Moonshine needed, for he knew once he reached his goal she would be free of service to live the rest of her days in pasture. At night Derek would lay on the damp ground and stare up at the sky, or at least what he could see if it between the tree branches, and he would count every star and for each remember one of the moles that stretched across his beloved's skin. He could still feel the warmth of his body beside his, beneath his, above his - all smooth skin and lithe muscle, squirmy limbs and impatient heart - impatient hands that tugged him closer beneath the sheets, and the honey-dee voice, demanding, "Kiss me already."

Those quirky, bitten down lips that no one owned, not even Derek. Despite the strong, determined promises that he was his forevermore, Derek had known there was no way he could tame that energy and right he had been. Truth was, he had never meant to be tamed.

And every night Derek tortured himself with every of their encounters, from the time he'd caught the quick-fingered mage stealing apples from the withered courtyard like they were what the people called 'fruits of love', to the times they snuck hurriedly through the castle walls just to catch each other around the bend and fall into each other's arms, to the night he woke when his beloved slipped out of the bed, the air smelling like salt and sorrow, and proclaimed he'd had to leave, for it was his duty - his duty to the king, who had a duty to his people to reign with the future in mind, with a wife and a child. Every night he let the waves of love and loss crash over him until he rose again, sleepless but restless, spurned on by a burning desire.

~~~

And he never gave up till he rode in that little town off toward the coast with the little wood house with the red roof - just like Derek had once heard described in lush, beloved detail. A childhood home that had been abandoned, and had now been regained as was evident by the smoke rising from the chimney.

Derek dismounted and although his body burned in different ways, both exhaustion and eagerness and anger and desperation, he made sure to tend to the faithful Moonshine and let her graze freely after the tiring week long journey. By then, a figure had exited the little country house, almost like he had been called upon by that red string of fate that tied them together.

"Derek," he heard, a whisper carried over by the wind that blew the hood of his cloak back as Derek strided over with confident but calm steps, trying to practice himself in dignity.

He stopped in front of a bizarrely still  older image of someone he'd once known, the hair scraggly and longer, curling slightly, tantalizing and tempting Derek to reach over and run his fingers through it. There was a little scruff along the jaw, but he could still spot the familiar moles beneath it. The mouth was the same, soft bitten lips that hung open like he'd just run out of breath from incessant chatter, like anything and everything in the world took his breath away because he could find the magic in the smallest speck of dirt. 

But the eyes - the eyes spoke of the same longing and light Derek had yearned to see, something in his chest blossoming like the first, hungry spring flowers on the first day of sunlight. And now it was him who was frozen to the spot at the flood of emotion, wanting to do everything all at once and not knowing where to start.

"Wha… what are you doing here?" The question trembled just like the parting declaration a year ago had, falling from barely composed lips, which were ready to crash forward and into Derek's and let the world crash and burn around it if it had to.

"You idiot," Derek let out with a laugh, and just like that it was easy all over again, taking that one step to close the chasm in his world and take back into his arms what was meant to be there, lips sliding ever so softly against the soft exhale.

Still, the man in front of him trembled with resistance, albeit a hand came to clutch the front of Derek's shirt, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"What are you doing? You can't-"

"You never thought to stop and ask me what I wanted," Derek interrupted authoritatively. "Never once. I was the king and yet you decided to think and act for me, going against my words, ignoring my promises like you had no faith in me."

"That wasn't-" Stiles was quick to defend, eyes shooting open with a guilty look. Yet he stopped, troubled. "Was the king?"

Derek nodded, a smile starting to form on his lips at the prospect that this was the very moment of the rest of his life, here, with his heart beating into Stiles' hand, where it had always truly been. "I have passed on the reign to Cora."

"Cora… but Der…" Stiles argued softly, like he barely dared utter the words, his resolve melting along with the slip of his nickname for the former king, one only the closest to him could use. Derek just waited, patiently looking into those swirling sunlit eyes.

"You made your choice. It was my turn to make mine," Derek stated and took a step back so he could take Stiles' hand. "And now I give you one more decision to make and if you so choose, it'll be the last one I ask of you. My choice is you. Over the kingdom, over the land and the riches and the roles… I-I never quite wanted to be king. But you… I've wanted you since the day I met you."

Derek hadn't prepared for this speech whatsoever, he'd been too busy with the swirling memories to be able to decipher them with words, but he could swear on his life this speech was the best one he'd ever given and by far, it was the most important. He watched them hit their mark as the hand in his trembled and the eyes began to swim in tears, while Derek kneeled before the strongest mage he knew.

"Stiles, if you so desire, I will be yours forevermore. I don't ask of you any sacrifice or compromise. The kingdom is in safe hands and I… will you let me find my new home in yours?"

4 years ago Derek hadn't been ever able to imagine ever feeling he had found home and comfort and love again, certainly not in a single person but as Stiles launched himself forward with unabashed joy, extensive joyous energy bundled and held back for years by sheer will - that's how tough his beloved mage was - and threw them both onto the ground, chests and hearts aligned, Derek knew once and for all, Stiles would always be king to his heart.

[staliasjeronica]

Riverdale 3.11 Thoughts *Spoilers*

- MY BOYS SWEET PEA AND FANGS ❤️😍

- Does Jughead think his own father is as fucking stupid as he is? Like, not only are you incapable of being discreet and therefore able to force Tall Boy to just get a bus ticket using a gun… but people would have noticed that? But I’m glad that there’s a sheriff who’ll help out the one group of people that has always been fucked over by the government… even though I still don’t get why Sheriff Keller couldn’t just get his job back lol (but I am here for the FP and Hermione team up because it mirrors Jeronica)

- wAIT FP WAS SITTING ABOVE TALL BOY? THAT’S DISGUSTING. And I don’t know how long its been but couldn’t he have smelled him? Also I love that instead of burying him and then throwing a random ass party, he just… didn’t do that.

- I don’t know why Jughead emphasizing that Betty is his girlfriend is funny to me. It’s almost like he’s like “my girlfriend… yeah… I’m dating her. Right. Not the girl I want to be dating, Veronica. Betty. I’m Betty’s boyfriend.”

- Betty talking to her dad… about Penelope Blossom… about getting away with murder… BITCH YOUR DAD IS IN JAIL FOR MURDERING PEOPLE YOU FUCKING BAFFOON

- I know that my boy Archie is dealing with a lot of shit but like they’re totally going to make him almost as insufferable as Betty aren’t they? They better fucking not

- “A hell of a good looking one just walked through my door” Okay they’re clearly getting bored with Bughead and are slowly integrating Jeronica and I am so fucking here for it!!!! I can’t wait for Jeronica to work together!!!

- We all know that with how Veronica really is, she would eavesdrop on her parents but instead the writers make her interrupt at the worst moments like really???

-  The two people Veronica and Jughead mentioned… they were a married couple sooooo EXCELLANCE

-  See… THIS is why Jughead is NOT an investigator (same with Betty and Bughead) YOU DON’T JUST FUCKING ASK THE QUESTION YOU TRY TO GET IT OUT OF THEM WITHOUT ASKING DIRECTLY YOU STUPID FUCK

-  Hermione, a grown ass adult, actually giving Jughead information is not realistic, especially handing him files that Sheriff Minetta gave her. Like… if I were her I’d play his journaling off as a joke and just say “yeah he was cheating so get out of my office bc I don’t want to think about this shit right now”

-  HERMIONE SHADING BETTY I’M SO HERE FOR IT

- Fred I love you and I’m glad you’re caring about your son but that was… not the way to handle it.

- NANA ROSE FUCKING LOOKING AT BETTY LIKE “bitch why the fuck are you here?” IS SO GREAT

- TONI COMING TO CHERYL’S RESCUE. TONI ASKING IF EVERYTHING WAS OKAY, AND CHERYL FINALLY BEING DONE WITH BETTY’S SHIT AND CALLING HER A GNAT I’M HOLLERING

- Also Betty is low key afraid of Toni!!! The look she had when Toni came in? She knows that Toni would never allow her to fuck with Cheryl

- MY BOYS AGAIN. But all of this could have been avoided if you had just buried him like you were supposed to. Also, it bothers me how he only treats Sweet Pea and Fangs as his lap dogs. He’s having Sweet Pea tail someone (yet from what I’ve seen Jughead goes with him so there’s no reason to force Sweet Pea to but whatever it’s more screen time for my baby

- BROOOOOOOOO SMITHERS AND REGGIE TEAM UP LET’S FUCKING GO

- See, again, why Betty isn’t an investigator… she knocks and nobody answers so she’s just like “let’s go”

- THAT GIF I SAID WAS ACTUALLY CUTE OF BUGHEAD WAS THEM REALIZING THAT PENELOPE WAS IN THE SEX CLUB LMFAOOOOOO

- Betty thinking that Penelope is exploiting these girls who are willingly doing this as if she never had that disgusting dominant dark Betty phase fuck outta here with your hypocrisy Betty (and Jughead, I’m still bitter about Choni being kicked out)

- Don’t most guys smile lovingly after they kiss their girlfriend and watch them walk away? mmhm much to think about. ALSO THANK GOD FOR DR. CURDLE I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH DETECTIVE (more like defective) BUGHEAD

- JOSIE SINGING YAS BITCH! Now just stop bringing her in just to sing and give her a fucking storyline!

- Wait so Veronica is actually selling alcohol now? How? And when? I know that thing from the casino happened but I just figured they switched back to mocktails… damn…

- Wow I actually almost forgot that Reggie and Archie used to be friends… like… sure I get throwing him out for his own good but not having any emotion when the guard slams him down on the counter? Reggie would have been like “now wait a sec…” but they want to make it seem like Josie is the only one who cares huh. STILL THO ARCHOSIE RISE

- JUGHEAD CALLED VERONICA A PRETTY GIRL. JERONICA RISE

- REGGIE HELPING OUT VERONICA YES PLEASE. Ugh I love Veggie… And yes I use that in a non-anti way unlike people who called Swosie SweetPussy

- AND YET AGAIN WHY BETTY ISN’T A DETECTIVE. STOP TELLING PEOPLE WHAT YOU HAVE ON THEM.

- Betty really is acting like her dad isn’t the black hood huh…

- PENELOPE BROUGHT UP HER DELIVERING CHIC TO HIS DEATH HELL YEAH. I mean that’s good but she’s still shit

- SWEET PEA!!!!!!!!

- God can’t people stay dead? Like the only person we want to see back are Midge, Ben and Dilton, and Joaquin! Joaquin you could have brought back by having Swangs fake his death to get away from the Gargoyle Gang but nooooo you really kill off your POC LGBT character…

- FP shooting Hiram because Hermione asked JERONCIA PARALLELS (asking them to do something for the other)

- Hermione crossing FP? Why would you do this? But also for some reason I don’t fully believe it…

- FALICE FALICE FALICE FALICE FALICE!!!

- But why does Alice only seem herself in front of FP? Like in front of her daughter she’s crazy and brainwashed but not in front of FP… why?

- Also why does Hermione even want to frame FP? Like what’s the reason?

- Veronica Lodge confused at Reggie’s Bad Boys 2 reference? OOC BUT IDC IT WAS KINDA CUTE SOMEHOW

- I love Veggie but I don’t like how Veronica is mostly treating him as a side piece, as her bodyguard than a potential boyfriend.

- YOU CAN’T JUST ASK REGGIE TO BREAK INTO A FUCKING PRISON BY HIMSELF

- After all that’s happened… why would you let Archie go see Hiram? Alone? Or even at all? And also she did have every right to think that he would shoot her father bc… I mean… he has said that he’d kill her father like multiple times but whatever

- Oh so now that he’s not dating your daughter you don’t want to kill him? Fuck you, Hiram.

- DO! NOT! TRUST! HIRAM! FUCKING! LODGE!

- The couple that burns drugs and will probably get high from the fumes is a couple that stays together!

- “There’s only one person who Betty can talk to about the revelation Penelope Blossom revealed to her” *is imagining Archie, the only person Betty opens up to and shit* *sees her and her fucking serial killer father* STOP MAKING HIM LOOK LIKE A GOOD GUY. HE IS NOT A GOOD GUY. I love how Betty said she doesn’t want to be bad like him, or be associated with him… but is now visiting him. Also, what kind of prison would allow a serial killer visitation rights?

- This is Betty, again, going down a dark side and it’s probably going to make her even more insufferable and Bughead even more toxic as Jughead fucks away her thoughts of being dark and shit. sigh iT’S GETTING OLD RIVERDALE STOP NO ONE LIKES THIS

- “Maybe not every murderer is guilty” BITCH YOU LITERALLY— this better be when Jughead has enough and fucking breaks up with her Jesus Christ I hate Betty so fucking much

- Well of course it’s not black and white but NOBODY deserves to die (However certain crimes that I shall not name because it may trigger somebody are totally okay)

- “Oh, how ya feeling, Red?” BTICH ARCHOSIE RISE I LOVE THEM UWU

- Although I don’t like how Josie told Sweet Pea that she couldn’t date during school because she wanted to focus on her career and now the writers are heavily pointing towards an Archosie romance…

- Well Hermione that’s your client’s problem. That’s why you don’t pay for things in advance.

- Watch Jughead not use that money for the Serpents.

- MORE JERONICA MOMENTS UWUUUUUU