#annnnnnd here we are :'D

[stillresolved]

"It is my business because I care about you." - annjae eunnie if it works? 🥺🥺🥺 (i'll take both names at the same time pls 🥺🥺🥺)

@ptternminds / bridgerton prompts.

THE THING ABOUT COMING BACK is that now she’s officially a mentor, Annie is, by Capitol standards, healthy. Fit, healthy, able-bodied, and not mad. There are pros and cons to this assumption, she has come to quickly learn. 

On one hand, it means she doesn’t have any more of those mandated doctor visits. She hated those, back during her ‘recovery’ in District Four, where the doctor assigned by the Capitol ( not by choice of course, who in the Capitol would want to live in the Districts? Apparently that’s the equivalent of social suicide, as if that would be the end of all things ever ), would ask her probing if not demeaning questions. Her appointments always left her feeling lightheaded, dizzy.

( Mad. )

On the other hand, they call her normal now. Still the Mad Girl yes, but just like any other victor, functional. Officially, in their records, she’s been cured of her madness. 

( They’re foolish like that. How do you know when a mad girl becomes normal again? The answer is you don’t because she never will be. )

It’s no wonder then, how they’ll willingly look the other way when the madness strikes again. An episode, the doctor had called it. Depersonalization and derealization. But all Annie knows about it is that it always starts small. Light spots in her vision, the voices of those around her growing more and more distant until their mouths remind her of goldfish forming air bubbles: soundless and then sooner than later, formless too.

That’s when it gets worse. Scarier, how the forms turn formless, turn blurry until she can’t tell what’s real and what’s not real.  She shuts her eyes and crouching, she covers both ears with her hands. She has to get it together, she knows this, knows that the others are watching her, evaluating her because if she doesn’t pull it together, they’re going to come back. They’re going to come back for her and throw her in that hospital room because it’s just like they’ve been saying all along, she’s the mad girl, girls like that need to be locked away for betterment of everyone else and-

Someone approaches. Someone she knows? It can’t be– her mentor is too busy with his current tributes. But who else would dare to come close to her. Through a mosaic vision, a familiar face appears. Something blue dangles by their chin. Lips move- are you okay? Annie shakes her head. Tries not to cry either.

“Leave me, I-I, it’s none of your business.”

The person frowns. Or maybe that is just Annie’s imagination. Either way, Annie flinches; did she just anger them? No, that’s the last person she wants to upset because of her. It makes no sense, worrying about them; they don’t know her the way District Four does, they don’t even know Annie all that well and have no reason to do so. It’d be easier for them that way too– their nonchalance to the eye of the media is what makes them impervious to the Capitol. To show even an ounce of caring will…they crouch down next to her. 

"It is my business because I care about you."

A hand rests on the top of her back. Annie focuses on its warmth, spreading from there and then down. That’s real, isn’t it? That’s real along with Eunjae who reminds her to remember to breathe. Her games are already done, she’s survived and right now, in spite of it all, she’s alive.

The outline of her feet begins to return into focus. She sniffles.

“Thank…you…”

[ofgentleresolve]

@jeoseungsaja sent in: Word of advice for Myungdae: Perhaps you should have a pigeon house at the clocktower, that way you could have less of a feathery mess around your headquarters and give home to the birds since they're already lounging there (not me, trying to feed one of the few hobbies Myungdae has just so he can relax for 0.001 seconds IWEHDIWUEDH) || advice that'll go for miles ( word of advice prompt. )

Perhaps in another lifetime, the clocktower was a beacon to the residents of Itaewon. Perhaps it still is, still standing tall in spite of its disuse, in spite of the state of neglect the current inhabitants have left it in. In that way, it is a reminder- a long forgotten reminder of Itaewon’s origins before it became the bustling life of the party for foreigners and Koreans alike.

They don’t want to think about it, but they can’t get rid of it either.

Myungdae is like that clocktower- abandoned and damaged from years of negligence, but in the array of broken pieces, SOMETHING NEW has been created and carefully hidden to not alert the very individuals that broke him in the first place. Perhaps it is only fitting then, that the pigeons are drawn to the top floor, where they can slip seamlessly through the generous crack on the side there. And if they wait long enough by the lone bench to the side, they can get a free meal.

That’s probably Myungdae’s fault- the clocktower isn’t supposed to be a base for pigeons too.

( Not that he’s going to explain to Nell or Alfred why this has become the case. Or why the top always seems to be cluttered with feathers and seeds. Or why there always seems to be stench of bird poop up there as well. He suspects they’ve both already figured it out anyways though. He should take better care of the place, too- like sweeping the floors or changing out the water bowl more often. )

He looks up sharply from his spot on the bench, his hand quick to snatch his cane up. Who was that? And how did they get in here?

And then he furrows his brow- a PIGEON HOUSE for here? Well, it is a logical idea considering how often they gather around here regardless of the time of the day. They do like high perches, such as the one in the clocktower and he imagines if he were to climb higher, he’d inevitably stumble upon their nests.

( Maybe he can prove to Alfred once and for all that contrary to mythology surrounding the pigeons in New York, baby pigeons do exist. )

“I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad idea…” he says, albeit skeptically- where would he even start? He doesn’t know how to make a birdhouse, let alone a bigger one. And even if he did know, where would it go? They’d have to make extra scaffolding to make sure it didn’t fall. And if he were to hire a professional to make it, that would endangering the true identity of the Black Knight and not to mention, Myungdae would have to explain to Nell and Alfred why this needs to be built and-

He rubs his temple, frowning. That’s so much to think about, too much even that just thinking about it makes his head hurt. He sighs and closes his eyes. He’ll worry about that later. “I’ll…I’ll give it some thought.”

[thebearer]

Annnnnnd how would Lip act in the situation of the devastation fic

i’ve had to think about this tbh. bc he kinda already had his own version with the unexpected pregnancy news of freddy.

but i started thinking in terms of lip’s reader leaving and taking the kids with her, and genuinely, i can’t think of a situation where that would happen and she would come back. like they’d be done.

now, with that being said, i could see lip and you getting into a fight- a huuuuugggeee fight. bigher than the one when you found out you were pregnant with amelia. this is based off of lip with best friend!reader who’s a elementary school teacher. she does pretty well, has a salary and insurance so wayyyy better than anything lip grew up with, but they’re not rich by any means. truly comfortable. lip’s working at the auto shop, still doing odd ball jobs but more full time, got promoted to a shift supervisor and got a raise. you both share a bank account together bc it makes it easier.

debby (bc it’s always debby and i’m a debby hater sorry) does something stupid. stupid enough to need bail money, stupid enough that she might get franny taken away or placed into custody elsewhere. debby calls lip, wailing and frantic for money, and lip, of course, rushes to give in.

comes to you all frantic and manic. “hey, uh, i-i need to move some money alright?���

“move some money? why?” you frown. “lip, are you- is everything alright?”

“debby got arrested.” lip mumbles. he’s known you for a while, a long while, he knows your disdain when it comes to debby and her carelessness. more so, his incessant need to always pull her out of the hole she dug herself in. “she needs money for bail.”

“woah, woah, hold on.” you stop him. “you’re- you’re not- lip, absolutely not.”

“what?” lip snaps. “absolutely not? what-“

“-lip.” you glare at him lightly. “no, we-we don’t have that kind of money right now. jude starts daycare next month, and the daycare fees are going to double-“

“-yeah because you insist on puttin’ them in that fancy ass one by your school.” lip scoffs. “couldn’t leave them with mrs. mcgee. too fuckin’ good for that.”

“yeah, i am too good to leave my babies with a lady who chain smokes and watches the price is right all day.” you glare. “i want my babies to go somewhere safe and- that’s not even the point right now. lip, no. you’re not doing it. we can’t afford it.”

“we can fucking afford it. don’t start this shit with me-“

“-lip, we might have the money for it, but that does not mean we can afford it. that’s our savings, our safety net-“

“-and this is my family. my sister.” lip gritted his teeth. “isn’t that what the safety nets for, huh? for shit like this? unexpected bad shit?”

“not for debby.” you snap, finality in your tone. “not for someone who continues to make bad decisions and not learn from them and then wants you to run and get her out of it every time. i’m sorry, lip. this time i’m not letting you do it.”

that escalates bc one, you told lip he couldn’t do something which just made him turn more stubborn, and two, he’s blinded with irrational rage.

“what about franny, huh? she’s your fuckin’ niece, you’re gonna just let her get put in the system-“

“-franny is more than welcome to stay here. i will gladly take her while debby’s figuring shit out, but you have kids you need to think of. two kid that are yours that you need to think of, lip!”

“don’t you fucking dare.” lip snarls. “don’t you use my kids against me.”

“i’m not using them against you! jesus, lip, you don’t get to just come in here and tell me what we’re doing with our money! that’s my money in there too, ok? i’m telling you right now, if you fuckin’ use my money on this, and not think about our kids, you might as well just not come home.”

lip is furious, leaves without another word, slamming the door hard behind him leaving you in the house with freddy and baby jude. you’re fuming, upset, hurt- he’s feeling the same. lip is furious, furious at you telling him what to do.

he ends up at ian’s house after coming dangerously close to going to the alibi. ian talks him down, tells him you’re right, which was not what lip wanted to hear.

“debby can wait. she’ll get out soon enough and she can figure it out.” ian rolls his eyes. “she shouldn’t have been such a fuckin’ moron.”

“what about franny then, huh? you’re gonna just let her go into the system? let cps get her until then?” lip spat furiously.

ian scoffs. “franny is with carl right now. he’s bringin’ her here tonight.”

lip burns with embarrassment, feeling petulant but still pissed. “hey, word of advice?” ian smirks. “quit bein’ a hard headed jack ass and go home and apologize to your wife before she comes to her senses and leaves your ass for good.”

and lip is still mad but it’s dwindling, a guilt replacing it instead. he just needed to calm down, to think straight. walking back to your house, he had the time to.

lip jammed his key in the door, the ridges not sliding the usual way, not clicking. so he tried again, turning the key with no luck- it didn’t budge. he pulled on the knob, twisting again and again but nothing. “stupid fuckin’ piece of shit door.” lip grumbles, knocking on the door.

he waits, huffing, knocking louder. when there was still no response, lip goes to pull out his phone, only then does he see the pink envelope with his name on it on the welcome mat.

lip opens it up to find a note:

“phillip,

since you insist on doing whatever you want without asking me or considering our family, i decided i would do the same. you can go stay with debby since you chose her over me and my kids.

ps. don’t bother with the lock, i had them changed xoxo”

he found his car keys under the envelope. lip was furious, absolutely fucking furious and sick and upset and just overwhelmed with every emotion possible. you hadn’t even given him his lighter, so he took a walk to the corner store to buy a pack of spirits and a lighter. he called you on his way back, not surprised when you didn’t pick up.

“hey, you know, i know you think you’re bein’ real fuckin’ funny but this shit isn’t funny, ok? i didn’t choose debby, i didn’t do shit, alright? so let me back in the house and let’s be adults about this.”

then another voicemail.

“alright, seriously? you’re not gonna let me in? you’re not gonna let me come say goodnight to freddy or jude? that’s fucked up. really fuckin’ fucked up.”

“you’re bitchin’ me out about not spending money, and-and you get that done? get the locks changed? how much did that cost huh? you can use money to be petty and childish but i don’t get a say in what i want to use it in?”

“ok this is ridiculous. let me in. talk to me. be a fuckin’ adult.”

“seriously? where the fuck am i supposed to sleep tonight? i know you’re fuckin’ seeing’ these- i can fuckin’ see you! just let me in!”

you don’t budge. don’t reply back, don’t answer the calls. he knows better than to bang on the door, wake jude or freddy up, and truthfully… he’s a little terrified at the moment. very scared that you’re truly done with him, that ian was right and you’d come to your senses.

so he slept in his car. in the driveway, thankful it was warm that night and he had a few spare shirts and things in the back. he waited until the next morning, when he knew you’d be up with the boys, to ring the doorbell.

his anger had vanished to fear and guilt, retreating back to you with his tail tucked between his legs, all sad eyes and gentle apologies that you deflected with anger still bubbling.

it definitely took him a while to make it up, a very long while before you actually gave him his new key. he had to make it up to you, work on his communication and his sharing especially with you.

[monsterfloofs]

Thank you @windydrawallday for once again being such an inspirational and supportive friend!! 😭 So— we were talking about monster taming games— AND THE ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART THAT THEY ARE SAID “I bet you would make some really cool monster designs for a game like that. 👁️👁️✨”

And and and AND— My brain went BRRRRING and here we are. A little creature taming story??? Game??? Called Calming Curses, where you the protag. goes around finding and befriending/soothing mischevious sometimes venegeful spirits who are possessing various kinds of antiquities. The only thoughts I have for the player characters would be that the feminine character would be inspired by Wednesday Addams, their would be a masculine character, (dress unknown) and a non-binary character would be dressed in dark pants, a button up shirt and a sweater vest. (Though pronouns would be interchaneable with any of the designs because!! I luff me some options!!) Guessing that the characters are magick sorcerer types. (Becuase this is me— everyone needs a lil magic)

This first design is for critters I have deemed Implit 👁️👁️

+ Implit are little candle imp critters that are known to steal things like car keys, lost earrings and whatever shiny things they can get their droopy hands on. Little sprite tricksters that if treated well and with compassion will help you find missing objects and will light your way through dark nights.

If left in an their angry begrudging state, these little fire starters can be a huge problem! Knawing on— and thoroughly crispi-fing whatever they are left to angrily chew on 🥺

I wanted to make multiple colors n designs for the lil guys, and also I wanted to make a “happy n friendly” colorant and a still feral n causing trouble one :3c

I thought once they are befriended the creatures would undergo a color change. 👁️👁️ Kinda like a shiny, except more in the sense of you can tell which bbies you have spent the most time with, who is your go to partner in crime because of how they look compared to the standard design.

Annnnnnd continuing the cursed object parade!! The teapot is Gettle and the little tea cup spirits are Cuphost. One in a defensive, shy form and the other is in an offensive, bravado form!

Part of the same set these creatures are kitchen dwellers who manifest from antique ware💖And they work well together as a team to chase out intruders.

+ Gettle is a grumpy creature, whose boiling temperature has people running from the small quadrupedal being. Like an angry grumpy dog that can cause some nasty burns if it manages to run into you. x////D They are protective of the smaller spirits, as they have been together for a very long time. But it’s very rare to find a whole manifested set.

When calmed and no longer bearing a grudge their original faded colors come back shiny and new. If Gettle is treated well can be a beloved lapdog who keeps their hosts warm on chilly days.

+ Cuphost are timid, taking to hiding in tea cups and defending themselves with silverware. The few braver and mischevious ones are known to throw things like sugar cubes at unsuspecting visitors. Sometimes using the spoon like a catapault or baseball bat to get better range.

They are soft natured though can hold grudges at the loss of their fellow cups. They are easily broken, fragile beings and need someone with a soft heart and compassionate to gain their trust.

Cuphost’s original colors also come back when they are fully befriended, and make very good and sentimental beings to tell your troubles to when you’re sad, great listeners who will warm your hands when you are feeling blue.

:333333c

Gettle and Cuphost are actually the first designs I made, so they have a soft spot in my heart ahaha🫀

[sungbeam]

Sooooooo Kevrin is a thing (I am not good at naming ships lmao) annnnnnd they’re lowkey flopping but I like them so far and that’s the most important :3

Annnywayyyyys Stan Duckie bc we need more Deobi’s on here (same with Luné’s)

I’m glad we’re moots and you’re an amazing creator >:D

sorry for the late reply >< !! i think kevrin is a fitting ship name, and awwh im sorry :(( i do think that unfortunately there aren't many people who read for kevin here tho so don't be too hard on yourself abt that 😔😔 and yes ofc!! if u like them, then that's all that matters 😌✨

ahhahahha thanks mako :'))) we do need more deobis for sure!! but i think after starting the network, i've def found a lot more deobis hehe

im glad we're mutuals as well <3 sending lots of love and luck for u and ur ocs mako 💖

[bkdkmathnerd]

Annnnnnd another chapter posted to From Beginning To End! :]]]

I am so unfathomably happy that this little fic has almost reached 100 hits, honestly had no clue if other people would like it but here we are, 6 chapters later and counting! :D

[dxfiedfxte-a]

Continued Thread:

♕ - Sonia || @more-than-a-princess​

Suddenly, the space began to feel very small. Despite it being built for at least four riders, if not six, the fragments of Minato’s tumultuous past more than easily filled it. Sonia breathed deeply: comfort and guidance were the skills of a princess but here, in Cape May with his hand in hers, Sonia didn’t feel regal at all. She didn’t quite feel like a friend either, with how close they sat and how easily he’d taken her hand in his and she’d interlaced their fingers, keeping him there. Keeping him steady. She wasn’t sure what it was she felt, beyond a great care to say and do only the most suitable things, the right things, at the moment.

“Minato-san, I…” Sonia began before trailing off. If it had been a memorial she was attending on behalf of the Royal Family, she would’ve thanked those left behind for the service of their loved one. That she was sorry for their loss and that those who had died had been an asset to Novoselic. But none of that seemed appropriate now: not for Minato, who was still hurting. Still so haunted by ghosts, far removed, Sonia thought, from the ones he contacted as part of his career. “That’s horrible, what happened to your parents. It is no wonder why you haven’t been to a place like this since.”

“But,” She continued, her hand squeezing his a little bit tighter. For his reassurance that she was still there. For her own, that she had the courage to be frank and honest with him. “Please don’t blame yourself, ever. For what happened. For still being here. I don’t believe your parents, people who loved you until the very end, would wish for you to suffer the same fate. Even if they are no longer here, you aren’t alone in the world. You have your friends, you have your career, you have-”

She stopped herself then. The phrase didn’t make sense: she’d almost said “you have me” but she fit into the first point. Didn’t she? Sonia shivered some: the breeze from being that high in the air, even in summer, made her sundress rather inadequate for the evening. At least where keeping warm was concerned. At least, that’s what the blonde would attribute it to: a change in weather. Not mood. Not anything else. She was here to listen and to comfort him, nothing more.

His worries of the mood change easily faded, Sonia didn’t seem to mind it, he honestly was glad, and very relieved. The last thing he wanted to do, was spoil all the fun they had today, even in this moment, despite the painful memories, he was still enjoying his time here with her. If Sonia wasn’t here holding his hand like this, he probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his cool as well as he was managing to do right now. Minato, always had a track record for nothing being able to phase him, but right now, Sonia was witnessing a side of Minato that no one has ever seen, at least not in recent years. Minato had been carrying this pain, this trauma hidden for so long, three whole years to be exact, which was the entire extent of his Paranormal Career, but was still growing with his new season starting later in the months to come.

Always so fearless, so stoic and cool, but right now, he was being so vulnerable, but Sonia gracing him with her presence, comfort and support, but not just that, he was just happy to have Sonia here next to him when he truly needed someone, even revisiting painful trauma’s could be difficult, but Sonia’s being here right beside him, seemed to make all that pain go away completely. Silence, but he listens to her closely as she begins to speak, sounding understandingly shocked, he’d never told her about his parents traumatic passing, until now. The one reason he never came to amusement parks much anymore, because the boardwalk amusement park was one of the major attractions of Cape May, something that at first had him a bit hesitant on coming here for the investigation. Ultimately, his career and curiosity of the many locations and spirits had won over his hesitance and thus he agreed.

It had taken a long time for him to finally open up to her, which was a common issue he had even when he was in high school. Minato always had problems opening up to others, especially when someone got close to him. It usually took him a bit to calm himself when mentioning his parents, but Sonia’s presence, was doing a lot more for him that he thought, this pain, wasn’t so overbearing with her holding his hand, giving him soft gentle words of reaffirmation that he never thought he’d needed to hear more than now, especially from Sonia, the one person whom he’d spent so much time getting to know over the past months, she had been right by his side all this time, the gentle squeezing of his hand, clearly reminding him about that.

You aren’t alone in the world

She was right, he had so many wonderful people still in his life, when looking back on hard times, sometimes he got so lost in his thought, it was almost like he’d become trapped there, stuck in that memory inside of his head, replaying on a continuous cycle not letting him push it out of his mind.

Until she comforted him

Sonia, really was someone truly special.

No one else could make him feel better like she could.

It took a while, but he finally knew, just how much she meant to him.

Her gentle touch and reassurance, was all he needed to help pull him through these horrible memories. He had no regrets finally telling her about them. He was already expecting some kind of supportive response, and she had done that, plus more. She showed him just how much she really cared about him, a warmth he had recalled feeling before a few other moments they were together, before this trip. It all finally made sense to him, now he could see it, Takashi and Zero were always telling him that, ever since he’d met Sonia, he seemed happier than he usually was, and it showed with how extra outgoing he had been, it started exactly after him and Sonia started spending time together.

[{ 🦋 }] - “...You’re right... I’m not alone in this world, I never was..”

[{ 🦋 }] - “Thanks Sonia..” A smile returns to his lips.

He was feeling better, so much better now. His dark expression fades, once again brightening, as if the moment never even happened, but it did, it had been a meaningful one, it helped him realize just how he really felt about Sonia, he only hoped she felt the same, his life, had gotten so much brighter ever since he met her, and he wanted to go through life, with Sonia by his side, but this time, on a more personal level, she was so much more than a friend to him.

His head raises up, and he turns to face her, grey eyes looking deeply into her blues. He’d be just fine without his parents, and he’d be fine while his friends were busy, he had Sonia here with him. Lost in the moment, he wanted to take this chance to show how he truly felt, the moment, just felt appropriate, it was like he could feel it in the air around them. She had just displayed how much she cared about him, gave him the push he needed,  she said the words he needed to hear all along, and he was feeling really good, great even. Now was his best chance. He could already hear Takashi’s words to him that day they met for coffee a week before the trip.

“Your heart can’t speak Minato, you have to speak for it. so do it.”

Putting his other hand over top of hers, his expression is serious, but there’s a gentle glimmer in his eyes, he could feel it, his heart talking just by the way it pounded against his chest as the realization of his feelings hit him like a brick wall, and now, it was time to finally say it all out loud. The words he had waited for so long to say to her, if only she knew how long he had waited to find the courage to say this all to her, well, better late, than ever.

[{ 🦋 }] - “Hey uh, Sonia-San... there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you.”

[violetsandfluff]

I Wanna Love You With The Lights On (s.m.)

i’m just gonna pretend that i never found this picture. 😩

shawn mendes x female reader. word count: 3.9k, contains fluff and smut. this is one of my comfort videos and i want so bad to be in camila’s place-–— so i combined two concepts and here we are. enjoyyyyh <3 and also, shawn’s song

TW: smut, dominance, degradation, oral, almost getting walked in on, you know. SMUTTTTTT. It starts off so slow and boring, but stick with it pleaaasseee 🥺 annnnnnd I got lazy proofreading D:

The Met Gala.

Shawn and y/n had been anticipating this for so long. It was their first time going together, and that alone was exciting. Every day was a new adventure for them, and they wanted to experience it all together.

Several weeks before the gala, they had met with their stylists to talk about their attire for the day. Y/N was to wear an elegant dress composed of a smooth red fabric with a delicate sheen. It would be tightly fitted all the way down with a bare back and a slit cut into the left side to show your leg. The top would be covered in red sequins, and it would ride low on your chest, showing an ungodly amount of cleavage. The sleeves would barely cover the tops of your shoulders with a sheer red fabric. The dress would be paired with strappy heels and a pearl necklace reminiscent of the one your grandmother often wore. It was bold in the most classic way possible. It was the perfect thing to go with Shawn’s outfit.

He would be wearing a black leather jacket with nothing underneath to show off his solid chest and ripped abs. There would be a heavy necklace to add texture to his chest, and he would be wearing a pair of black pants and heavy black boots.

As soon as this was decided, Shawn and his girlfriend were absolutely hooked.

“Think of how sexy your chest will be,” Y/N breathed as she ran her hand along the comfortable firmness of his muscles. “It’s like a dream.”

“Think of how sexy you’ll look,” Shawn practically moaned as he imagined how nicely the dress would hug you. It almost made him drool. The Met Gala was going to be an unforgettable night, hands down.

The day of the Met Gala rolled around.

Shawn held Y/N’s hand as they walked into the building where they’d be getting ready. They were brought into interconnected rooms and the process of getting them ready began.

Y/N’s skin was cleansed deeply until it emitted a healthy glow, and her hair was shampooed so it shone.

“My skin feels so smooth,” she beamed as she ran a finger gently along her cheek.

“Smooth like a baby’s bottom,” Shawn called cheekily from the other room.

She could picture the lopsided grin on his face and how pink his cheeks were growing as he realized what he said.

Miranda, one of the three stylists working with her, couldn’t help but chuckle at his response.

“Guess he’s listening in,” Y/N mused quietly, to which she laughed merrily.

Shawn’s room was awfully quiet.

“Damn, these are the shoes you get to wear?” Ian, one of the other two stylists asked as he picked up one of your strappy heels. He was in charge of her outfit right now; performing minor adjustments and finishing touches.

“I’m gonna be so tall,” Y/N replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Shawn Mendes has nothing on me.”

“We’re just going to ignore the fact that I’m taller than you,” Shawn contradicted from the other room. “I’m bigger, stronger, and tougher than your wildest dreams.”

His words were audacious, but his shaky voice was a clear indicator of nerves.

“Well, you’re my mildest dream,” she bantered absentmindedly. “You wouldn’t stand a chance against my nightmares. Now… don’t you have business to attend to?”

Ian let out a choke-laugh from his position across the room, his face crinkling up into a joyous expression. “Girl,” he commented. “Is he like that all the time?”

Y/N tried to shake her head, but she was greeted with an unexpected singe of heat on the back of her neck.

She made a sound similar to a cat hissing at the sensation, and the stylist working on her hair pulled back in horror.

“Oh my God. Y/N, I am so sorry. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied as she fingered the tender area. “I can’t feel it anymore.”

“Good,” Claire, the stylist, replied. “It’s pretty visible, though.”

“She looks like she got a hickey!” Miranda squealed as she peered around Y/N’s neck. “Ohmygosh, so romantic!”

Claire’s lip curled up in disgust. “If Y/N wants to get a break from thirst dms, we’re gonna have to cover that with every fiber of our being. Ian? Can you go get some ice?”

“Just a little bit,” Miranda advised. “We don’t need a lot. You give him an inch and he’ll take a mile.”

Y/N gave a weak laugh and bit her lip. She was still a little uncomfortable with all of the attention. The concept was new to her. She had anticipated being in the same room as Shawn, and being able to talk to him without walls acting as barriers.

Oh well, she thought. Only a few more hours.

The last thought brought on a whole new wave of panic, but she assured herself that Shawn knew what he was doing.

This was his third Met Gala, after all. He was a professional!

“Things sure got quiet once Ian left,” Claire commented as she used her long acrylic nails to brush through Y/N’s half-styles hair. “Who wants to listen to some music?”

“Me!” Y/N was only too eager to agree. The constant chatter wasn’t comfortable, but neither was the silence!

“Do you have a good playlist?” Claire inquired as she played with Y/N’s curls, trying to find a way to cover the burn.

“I think so.” She unlocked her phone and scrolled through Spotify until she found her go-to playlist for good vibes.

By the time Ian returned, the girls were belting the songs out like they didn’t have a care in the world.

“Well,” he said hesitantly, “I got your ice. Anything else I can do for you?”

“So you can leave again?” Claire giggled. “Sure. Uh, I’ll take…”

She proceeded to rattle off an extensive order, most of which seemed contradictory or impromptu. She went on and on about how she didn’t want a sleeve on the cup, and how she wanted to substitute several ingredients until Ian interrupted with an exasperated squeak.

“Is that too much?” Claire inquired innocently.

“Girl, tell me, what the fuck is that?” Ian protested. “Let me take a voice recording of you so the poor baristas can hear how stupid you sound.”

“Relax,” Claire assured him. “I got that from a Karen subreddit. I don’t need anything.”

“Y/N, do you need anything?” Miranda asked sweetly, and you declined.

“No, but you should try rapping, Claire. That— that order—would make an excellent rap.”

“Eminem could never,” Miranda agreed.

As if on cue, Love the Way You Lie started playing from Y/N’s phone.

“And I’m Rihanna,” Ian rolled his eyes back into his head.

“I can rap,” Claire confessed. “Wanna hear?”

———

“That dress suits you so well!” Miranda exclaimed as she adjusted your airy sleeves. “Shawn’s going to have the best reaction ever.”

Y/N smiled nervously before she gulped. This was frankly nerve wracking.

———

In the other room, Shawn’s stylists were just getting done with him, too. They didn’t miss the nervous smile that was plastered on his face like a tattoo.

“I think you’re done here, Mr. Mendes. Why don’t you go see Y/N?”

He had done more than his fair share of dreaming about how hot she’d look in her dress, but no amount of imagination could have prepared him for what he saw.

He almost started laughing. It had to be a prank.

His jaw fell open as he stared at his girl, who wasn’t doing much to help.

“Ta-da,” she sang cutely, making jazz hands.

His jaw was practically on the floor. He turned his face away from her, pretending he had an itch on his neck. His cheeks were flaming red and he knew it. It couldn’t be helped.

“Ohh… fuck,” he said finally. Unable to make eye contact with her, he stood awkwardly, his hands raiding his pants to find pockets to thrust them into.

“You look amazing.”

A shy, boyish smile danced on his blushing face and Y/N looked at the ground also, touched by a hint of embarrassment.

“You look amazing, too, baby.”

These words nearly coaxed a moan from deep in his chest.

He knew that she was gorgeous, but the cherry red dress was doing things to him. He would look at her face, but the lipstick would probably make him equally hard.

He hoped desperately that he wouldn’t look too hard in his tight pants. He didn’t want anyone except Y/N, his princess, to see him so erect.

The pair stood in awkward silence as people bustled around them.

“We need to get you two in the car in ten minutes, so finish whatever you’re doing.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, and Shawn’s head snapped up at the sound. “You’re gonna be okay,” he promised. “I’ll be right beside you the whole time.”

“Okay.” She smiled and leaned into his chest, rubbing her cheek along the bare muscle. “This shirt is incredibly hot on you.”

“What shirt?”

“No shirt!” she giggled. “It’s a joke.”

Shawn licked his lips and gulped nervously as he put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so her back was to him. He guided her out the door and pushed her into the vehicle that was waiting for them.

It was black, shiny, and very long, and tall.

There were a handful of other people in there, various celebrities and their stylists.

Shawn and Y/N kept mostly to themselves, performing small tasks that made them smile.

“I forgot to put in my earrings, baby,” Shawn asked nervously. “Can you help me?”

She gave him a sweet smile as he handed her his tiny silver earrings.

She pushed them in and put the backs on before kissing each one gently.

“Can you fix my hair?” she requested.

A sly smirk spread across Shawn’s pink lips as he ran his fingers through the stylists’ work. “Bet that feels nice,” he commented.

“It does,” she breathed as her eyes fell shut. She opened her jaw to make it look like she was going to moan, but Shawn clamped it shut.

“That’s enough, baby girl.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” she feigned innocence as Shawn’s strong, veiny hand came to rest on her knee, on top of her cherry red dress. His ring-clad digits curled as he squeezed it and she let out a sound that was a cross between a hiccup and a whine.

Shawn lowered his face so it was right beside her ear and whispered, “be good.”

The words, though simple, made Y/N shiver with pleasure. A side effect to this horniness was a new sense of confidence.

Thank goodness no one aside from Shawn was paying attention to her, because she felt the need to tense her thighs a little tighter.

Once they arrived at the venue, it was absolute chaos. There were people shouting instructions at them from every direction. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

There were cameras everywhere. Everyone in sight had a camera. The flashes were blinding, and Shawn’s hand was the only thing grounding her, but it was exhilarating.

“Loving the attention, hm?” Shawn asked discreetly as they began walking down the stairs.

She didn’t reply. It was much too hectic for her to be heard, anyway.

Once they reached the bottom, they posed for some pictures.

Shawn’s arms felt so warm and welcoming around Y/N’s anxious body. She hoped like crazy that no one could sense how nervous they were.

As soon as the pair was done, they were ushered into another room to get ready for the after party.

Shawn would be wearing the same outfit, but Y/N had a second one to change into. It was much less fussy than her previous dress, meaning she could slide it on and forget about it.

It was a deep, shiny midnight blue wrap skirt that fell loosely around her beautiful figure, ending a crude length above her knees. She kept on the same heels and accessories, but she let Claire and Miranda fix her hair into a simple but elegant updo.

When she emerged from the fitting room, Shawn didn’t look as shocked as he had before. He looked horny as fuck.

He had a guilty sort of smile dancing on his face as he opened his arms for her.

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

She craned her neck upward to reach his rosy lips with her own, giving them a firm peck. He would have to wait for more.

“Be patient,” she instructed as she ran a hand seductively down his chest. “Be a good boy.”

Shawn swallowed painfully and closed his eyes forcefully, trying to ward off the hardness that was overtaking his cock.

Y/N pretended not to notice.

The sky was completely black as they emerged from the building to get back in the van. They were headed to the after party.

Shawn had been most excited for this part, but now he just seemed impatient and aggravated. The “party” was the only thing that stood between him and his pretty girl’s glistening pussy, and sadly, it was an immovable barrier.

His hand crept slowly up her thigh as the car drove on, but he kept staring at his phone to make it seem like he wasn’t so focused on her. And because his hand was in her lap, he could feel when she clenched them tightly together.

She cursed herself mentally for having chosen such a short dress.

They could always duck out after a few minutes.

When the car pulled up to the massive mansion where the party was to be held, everyone inside spilled eagerly out.

Shawn and Y/N lingered by the door for a few awkward moments before entering.

They wanted to thrust their tongues deep into each others’ mouths, but someone was bound to find them there.

With nothing but an exchange of wary glances, they entered the bustling venue.

There were so many people and so many cameras flashing.

Y/N was constantly fiddling with her dress, making sure it was covering everything, and making sure her desperate thigh clench wasn’t obvious.

At one point, only ten minutes later, Shawn unfolded his hands from his lap discreetly to ask, “Do I look hard?”

Y/N bit her lip at the prominent outline that stood out through his pants. She nodded slowly, and they excused themselves to a quieter hallway.

The house was decorated with ornate artwork everywhere. It pained them both to think of how it would look by daybreak, but they seemed to have a bigger problem at hand.

“If we go into a bathroom, will anyone see us?” Y/N panicked.

“There’s a lot of people. I guess it’s a real possibility,” Shawn thought aloud. “But no one will miss us. There’s too many people here.”

“Right.”

Both of their hearts were hammering nervously, high on adrenaline.

They found an old, vacant restroom and closed the door carefully before grabbing each other’s faces and sharing a deep, passionate kiss.

Their stomachs were both enveloped in a feeling of warmth, completely full of love when they hadn’t even begun.

Y/N moaned from the sensation, and Shawn slipped his tongue back into her mouth, trying desperately not to moan too loud.

It didn’t matter how noisy the reception was. One never knew who lurked in the halls.

“Turn the lights off,” she suggested shakily.

“No way. Hold your dress out of the way,” Shawn murmured breathlessly as he squirmed free of the pants and underwear that bound him. His cock was fully erect, and he was about to fix that.

“Make it quick,” Y/N warned as she pulled her hair up into a bun at the back of her head.

Without warning, Shawn bent her over the counter and began fucking his fingers in and out of her aggressively from behind. He skipped his normal build up and thrust three in from the start.

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she moaned, holding onto the insides of the twin sinks on either side of her.

Once Shawn was pleased with the amount of arousal dripping from her lips, he began thrusting his cock into her.

“Pretty… little… cunt,” he growled with his eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Tight, pretty little hole, gonna stretch it out so much.”

“Shawn,” she moaned again as she squirmed around him.

“Hold still,” he commanded, but he was interrupted by a jarring sound coming from the door.

Someone was there.

The light, airy moans continued to drift from Y/N’s lips, too euphoric to suppress.

“Occupied!” Shawn called, trying to drown out the moans with his smooth voice. It must have worked, because the footsteps turned and retreated.

“That was close,” Shawn grimaced. “My baby almost got us walked in on.”

“What did I do—ahh,” she gasped as another thrust nearly threw her off balance.

“Moaning like a little slut,” he tutted, inhaling shakily as drove his shaft into her throbbing pussy before emitting an ungodly erotic moan of his own. He looked in the mirror just in time to see Y/N’s eyes open in surprise.

“God, Shawnie,” she whispered. “You must feel really good right now, huh?”

“Need to cum so, so bad,” he whined uncomfortably, bucking his hips behind her. He let go and came inside her, filling her with so much love that the excess leaked out.

“Cum, baby,” Shawn groaned, pulling out of Y/N so he could watch her as she came.

Shawn pulled his pants back up and helped his shaky Y/N pull her dress down to cover her butt again.

She watched as Shawn cleaned up the bit of mess left over, then the pair washed their hands and left the bathroom.

“Do we look suspicious?” Shawn worried.

“No. No one will even notice us. Let’s just… duck out quickly.”

They thought they had left unnoticed, but they were greeted by a party of paparazzi outside the doors.

They tried to act nonchalant as they made their way to the vehicle that would take them home, but it was hard. The memory of what had happened just minutes ago was nipping at the back of Shawn and Y/N’s minds.

Y/N smiled shyly at the attention while Shawn kept a straight face, pushing her into the car. As soon as the car began driving, Shawn began whispering slight, degrading words into your ears, loud enough for only you to hear.

“You loved that attention, hm?” he questioned brusquely.

You swallowed thickly, praying for him to move on, but he didn’t.

“I need an answer, baby. I can’t have you being such an attention whore when I can give you all the attention you need? Answer me.”

“I only want your attention.”

“You better not lie to me, princess,” he placed a hand on your knee, lowering his lips even closer to your ear. “I’ll give you all the attention you’ll ever need tonight. Just wait and see.”

You thanked the driver before getting out at your house, but then rushed through the night to the door. The first thing you saw when you walked in was a staircase, and Shawn didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it.

“Take off your dress, Lovie,” he instructed as he peeled his sweaty clothes from his body. “Wanna see every inch of that pretty body.”

You stripped naked and he couldn’t help coming over to you, his lips feathering the burn from earlier.

“Looks like a hickey,” he commented. “Gonna give you tons of these, too.”

Several teeth marks were set into your neck, coaxing pained moans from your lips.

“Shawn… owie.”

He looked you in the eye and gave a filthy smirk before sinking to his knees before you, his mouth opening as he went.

“Gonna make you so wet,” he vowed. “Wetter than ever.”

With that, he plunged his entire face into Y/N’s pussy, absolutely smothering himself in the arousal that was already beginning to form. His tongue lapped at her clit and he tore his lips from her just long enough to mumble, “A pretty rosebud, and it’s blooming just for me.”

“God, Shawn, fuck,” Y/N moaned dizzily as she stumbled against a wall, dragging Shawn by his tongue.

“You taste so good, darling,” Shawn commented as he continued to eat her out. “It makes me feel all warm and cozy inside. It makes my tummy feel nice and full.”

“Fuck, Shawn,” she said as her head rolled back.

He was using his tongue to reach places that even she couldn’t reach. “Stop talking like a baby. Use grownup words.”

Shawn ignored her, grinning lazily as he stood up. “Cum for me, rosebud. I wanna see how good I make you feel.”

She let go, falling into his arms as she came for a second time that evening.

“You’re so pretty when you make that face,” Shawn said lowly as he brushed his fingers across her sweaty forehead. “Looking all needy for me, yeah?”

“Y-yeah, baby. F-fuck.”

“Yeah?” he mocked. “Yeah, my baby wants me to fuck her?”

He gave her no warning before his hard cock was thrusting into her, fucking her at a turtle’s pace.

On his fourth thrust in, he bottomed out and couldn’t resist commenting on it.

“Oh, my tiny girl. I bet you can feel me so deep in your tummy.”

He went on fucking her in silence, accompanied only by her airy ahs and the wet slurping sounds she made as he went in and out of her.

“I’m gonna pick up the pace a little, love,” Shawn warned. “I’m almost ready for you to cum.”

“I’m ready now,” she whined.

“Wait,” he commanded dominantly, and she closed her mouth, letting the whimpers escape through her nose.

“There’s a good girl. I just want to show you something.”

He scooped her up effortlessly into his strong arms and carried her to the bathroom, where a tall, narrow mirror was propped up against the wall. He positioned her on the counter in front of it and spread her legs.

He knelt in front of the counter and used his tongue to lap at her messy pussy.

She watched in awe as she saw him from the mirror, entranced by his expertise.

“You fuck so well,” she said, voice trembling. “I need to cum again.”

“Let me use my fingers one last time and then you can cum,” Shawn promised, to which Y/N had no choice but to agree.

He pulled his face away from her and licked his lips seductively before putting two fingers into her. He pulled them in and out, curling them expertly until his good girl came without warning.

She whined her apologies as everything flowed out of her, but Shawn didn’t mind. He took the opportunity to put his shaft back into her one final time and fill her pussy again.

She watched in awe as he came, his reflection candid in the mirror.

Once he was done, he slumped down on the bathroom floor like a starfish and gave a sigh of resignation.

Y/N left from her mount on the counter to join him, resting her head on his chest and playing with his necklace in one hand.

“God, I love you,” he sighed as he felt the coolness of the tiles seep into his sweaty skin. “Bet I made you feel real good.”

“Yeah,” she breathed in awe.

“Let’s clean up tomorrow.” he suggested tiredly.

“Are we gonna go to bed?” Y/N asked, smothering her boyfriend’s chest with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

“You can go if you want,” Shawn said submissively, eyes shut for the night. “I’m not going to be able to feel my legs halfway up the stairs.”

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[tenyacore]

little moments with tenya.

-> iida tenya x fem!reader

this is literally random rambling yes :D

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word count: .6k words

alternative title: i would kill for these sobs

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resting at the park

tenya’s breath tickled your neck.

the two of you shared a rare moment of public affection, you laying on top of him in the middle of the park. the whole class had decided on taking a stress relieving trip to the park, the bakusquad all fucking around in the background. you and tenya had settled onto a picnic blanket off to the side, underneath a tree. his hands lingered around your waist as you held yourself up on your forearms, reading a book out loud to him.

he loved moments like this. your hair was flowing softly, your voice barely above a whisper as you continued to read to him. a particularly rough wind blew your dress up, and attempting to ensure none of your classmates- perverted or not- saw your underwear, he smacked your ass. hard.

“TENYA” you yelped, staring at him with a shocked expression. he was quick to tense up and blush like crazy “i was just trying to make sure none of our classmates-” “i know, i know, relax.” you took his face into your hands, giving him a kiss, smiling down at him. “thank you” you mumble, softly brushing baby hairs away from his face.

birthday boy

the first birthday you and iida shared was his. typically he’d go to some fancy restaurant with his family and call it a night, thinking the dinner was enough of a celebration. this time, though, his birthday fell on a weekend, so he happily spent time with you before his dinner.

he never expected this, though; you were in the kitchen, preparing ingredients for a cake. “what is all this?” he motioned at the bowls on the counter. “you said you didnt want anything big to celebrate, so lets just make a cake together, for you.”

it had to be one of his favorite birthdays yet. your joyful laugh as he smears some icing on your cheek, your warmth as he wraps his arms around you from behind, watching you mix the batter all together.

the mixing and preparing wasn't anything compared to the chaos that would ensue when you two were decorating, though. he didn't even realize you originally drew a penis on the cake with the base icing before covering it, as he was turned around, putting more icing in a piping bag.

“annnnnnd-” you pause, adding a couple of tiny hearts, “done! happy birthday!! ” “it’s perfect, darling.”

bickering at the movies

“c’monnnnnn i promise it’ll be fine!” you plead, looking up at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes.

you were trying to convince him to movie hop with you, the movie you had come to the theaters to watch finishing earlier than you wanted it to. “no, darling, that’s a crime!” “but we can, like, probably get away with it!!! we’re heroes in training!! its fine!!” he scoffs at you, grabbing onto your hand tenderly “no, that’s exactly why we shouldn’t movie hop, love. lets go back to the dorms-” you gasp “what’s that?” you yelp, leading him into another movie that’s just started, pretending to have seen something.

“oh, it was just a wrapper. well, since we’re here, why dont we just stay?” you shrug, moving to walk further in before being pulled back again. “absolutely not, y/n” you sighed at his words, following him out of the movie theaters. “no fun.” “crimes are not fun” he shook his head.

“no, its not that crimes are fun- i wanna be with you some more, before we head back” oh no. you’ve broken him.

“you should’ve said so, darling! im happy to be with you.” he pulls you back inside, ready to pay for whatever movie he has to to spend more time

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Let's get it, bois

Man you already knO what time it is >:)))).

Previous Revice analysis:  1 , 2 , 3.1 , 3.2 , 3.3 , 4 

Bonus: Igarashi Ways to Affection

Warnings: Spoilers, mentions of self-harm and suicidal ideation (Spoilers up to ep 19)

Analysis of the Igarashi Sibs Theme Under the cut:

Before we begin, here are some things to keep in mind:

What each sibling sings during their solos

The Lyrics that are duet-ed (and why the third is excluded/not joining in)

The lyrics directly before the solos

.....Right. So, from the moment this song came on in episode 16 I knew I needed to find the full version and then find a translation of it.

When it started playing (in the episode) it surprised me — I wasn’t expecting a character song to pop on…..much less one with the siblings in it, and for it to be about them…..consider me stunned. And you know what else didn’t escape my notice? That in the song we hear *for the first time* (unless I’m wrong here, which is completely possible, wouldn’t be surprised if it flew over my head) Sakura’s name-pun catchphrase. Before this, only Ikki and Daiji used their names during their finishers. So…for the song to come on in the episode where the siblings plead for acceptance (for all of them) to fight; and this *acceptance* is gained the moment the fight breaks out, the sibs theme starts, and all the siblings start fighting together? Poetic cinema.

I only needed to hear their silly little name-puns in that small segment of the episode to know that the song was probably gonna have some banger lines (Haha I was RIGHT. Maybe i'm nOT insane lmaooo). Alright, then.

Onto my analysis (why did I write that longass intro? LOL):

Ikki starts the song — he is the oldest, the MC, annnnnnd the sibling with the most influence over the other two —so this makes sense.

“After having witnessed this drama of tragedy and affliction, I want to do something. Furthermore, if the family is at stake I’ll risk my life — I’ll be there!”

I don’t really need to do any analysis here. Ikki’s solo is obviously what drives him. It’s his own self-sacrificial little motto, and the reason why he became a Kamen Rider in the first place. Self-explanatory. The next two verses move on from Ikki’s solo straight on to Daiji’s.

“Once again you’re playing the hero, burdening yourself alone, can’t you quit it?”

Daiji’s solo coming right after Ikki’s is important for a few reasons.

First, Daiji is obviously commentating on Ikki’s lyrics. It feels like a direct response; Ikki’s lines are about self-sacrifice and martyrdom — something that obviously annoys Daiji. “Once again.” He says, obviously used to watching Ikki carry everyone and their mother’s burdens — “Can’t you quit it?”. Now, on the kamen rider fandom wiki these lines were translated as: “why can't you stop being too nosy or overburdening yourself?.”

I brought up this separate translation, because this second one makes it feel (to me) more like a question. “Can’t you quit it?” Essentially does mean the exact same thing, but the connotation is definitely snottier lol. Is Daiji being snotty here? Helllll yeah :D. But, this is an actual genuine question as well. A question that is *very* important for some of the later Daiji & Ikki verses. Daiji not being able to understand *why* Ikki continues to take other people's burdens — even when he isn’t asked — is what leads to their main conflict.

If Ikki’s solo is why he became a rider + what drives him; then it stands to reason Daiji’s is the same.

....Which is another reason why Daiji coming in right after Ikki is something noteworthy. There’s a lot of symbolism here; Daiji’s the second born son, the middle child, the kid always standing in Ikki’s shadow whether he wants to or not — even at Fenix he got stuck in the position of second fiddle…..all the way up until he snaps and becomes, well, the second Kamen Rider. Second. Second. Second. Second. (Even the second Kanji in Daiji’s name spells out ‘Second son.’) Right, and so what’s Daiji’s second verse in his solo?

“Once in a while, watch me be someone you can rely on, believe in the “family time.”

This.

This is originally why Daiji wanted to become a kamen rider, and it's the reason why he joined Fenix. “Watch me be someone you can rely on.” In the KR Wiki, they translated it as: “Once in a while, I want to be relied on! Believe me, Family Time!”

It’s….exactly that. Daiji joined Fenix because — well…what better way is there to show his family that he *too* can be responsible, trustworthy, and reliable? What better way to show Ikki?

See, Daiji constantly struggles with feeling loveable as he is. As a kid, he saw how achievement resulted in love and praise; Ikki takes care of Daiji and Sakura and is complimented for it? Ikki helps others and is complimented for it? Ikki is capable and reliable and everything else under the sun and he is complimented for it? Daiji internalized this in his mind and he developed his identity around gaining attention through success.

But not *just* success, because being a successful office worker won’t gain Ikki’s trust. It won’t convince Ikki that Daiji’s someone who can also shoulder the family burdens. No. To do that he would need something big, something that will *prove* that Daiji is someone who can be reliable and capable. And well…. Ikki won’t be able to argue and say Daiji can't protect them when Daiji fights Other-worldly monsters in a military organization everyday, now can he?

So yeah, he can get success from a myriad of other places. But the thing Daiji wants most is for Ikki — yes, specifically Ikki, to lean on him. To need him. To confide in him. This is the exact reason why Daiji’s solo verses revolve around Ikki; because his motivations and goals are centered around him.

[This can be seen in episode 1 when Daiji and Ikki are talking in the bath. While this scene is also providing great characterization for Ikki (that he gave up on pro soccer to take care of the family, shows his inherent self-sacrificial nature and how he places his family above his own wants and needs), this scene also has something I didn’t really think much of before.

Daiji’s question.

Daiji asks Ikki *why* he gave up on his dreams of becoming a pro soccer player. While this question tells the audience a lot about Ikki, what I hadn’t realized is what it tells us about Daiji.

(1) That he is interested in Ikki’s goals and motivations

(2) He cares about success. (He didn’t understand how Ikki could give up his dream when he was good enough to become pro.)

(3) He’s curious about his brother’s personal issues

--Here, back when everyone was more innocent, Daiji got a high position in Fenix — the coronation is tomorrow, he’s riding high; probably more than a little hopeful and….seeing how Ikki was acting a bit off during dinner (because of Vice lol) he decides to first imply that Ikki was being weird. Ikki declines to comment. (Just tells him not to worry about it.) And then Daiji asks about the soccer thing; which Ikki also shuts down (again) with a ‘don’t worry about it.’ But the thing is….Daiji does worry about it. He wants Ikki to confide in him. That’s why he asked in the first place.

Perhaps he might have even been thinking that his Fenix position would elevate his status in Ikki’s mind….and so maybe there would be a possibility of Ikki opening up. ]

Digging even deeper, Daiji’s verses are directly related to his duality. The first verse is what creates Kagerou and the second verse is what brings Daiji back to being Daiji. EVIL versus LIVE. (More on this later.)

“I’ve become aware of the cracks. I’ll always realize my inner self.”

All of them sing the first part of the verse, up until “always” and then Ikki has a short solo line. All of them sing about becoming aware ‘of the cracks’ because….well that’s what happened. The three of them started cracking.

Wiki Translation:

“The cracks of awakening! Always comes with inner awareness!”

So conflict hits, and the sibs can’t ignore their inner demons anymore. But more interesting is that Ikki gets the solo line “realize my inner self/comes with inner awareness!” Since Ikki lives his life with repression and rejecting himself, his emotions, and his problems, obviously his solution would be to *confront* his personal issues. So, since Ikki ‘became aware of the cracks’ it led to him ‘realizing his inner self.’

Or, on the flip side —

The cracks that have awakened inside of him have come from his own inner awareness. (Even if he wants to reject or repress it.)

Both translations I would say are correct. Nacho and I were talking about this, and Japan really loves abstract ideas and art because the language can be so vague. We agreed an apt comparison would be ‘text speak.’ Where if an old person sends you a text that reads: “Thanks….” while that might send shivers down your spine because it feels like the texter is being passive aggressive, in actuality they aren’t and they put it that way because they’re writing from a different context. Tldr; context is everything, especially when a language can be vague asf, which means multiple interpretations are possible.

“To change my idealistic philosophy, my heart is heating up and overflowing.”

Wiki trans:

“My changing ideals, and my heart! It's boiling up!”

So, we’ve finally arrived at Sakura’s first solo part.

I think the reason she is *specifically* the one saying the ending line here (even though they all sing the first part) is because Sakura’s the only one whose ideals have really changed. Not to say that Ikki and Daiji’s ‘idealistic philosophy’(s) aren’t going through a metamorphosis — there is a reason they sing that line too— but Sakura’s metamorphosis hit its boiling point and has changed properties already. The philosophy that changed here would be what Sakura defines ‘true strength’ as. For about 11 episodes she struggled with being vulnerable, but when she learned that true strength comes when you accept your vulnerabilities (rather than bury and hide them) she was finally able to transform.

Hmmm, also notice that Ikki starts the song, Daiji goes next and directly riffs off from Ikki, and then after they’ve become aware of the cracks and their ideals have started changing….

THAT’S when Sakura comes in. This is essentially a replay of exactly what happens in the show. Ikki becomes a kamen rider, which then acts as the catalyst that causes Daiji’s personality split, they start to see the cracks and gain inner awareness (because you know, Daiji’s attempting fratricide and Ikki can’t directly ignore that), Sakura has her own crisis because of the Ikki & Daiji arc, then her ideals shift and she joins them in battle.

And that completes the first stanza and we hit the chorus. I don’t really have much to say here about the chorus. Idk. Maybe I’ll come back to this.

Ikki and Daiji duet the verse line of the second stanza.

“The extreme power of perfect misunderstandings — they make the world turn.”

Wiki trans:

“ An extreme power, a complete misunderstanding, and the revolving Earth”

Ikki and Daiji sing this together, because these lines are about their relationship to one another. The “misunderstanding” is making their world turn. Now, what does this mean? Well. This is where that question “can’t you just quit it? /why can't you stop being too nosy or overburdening yourself?.”from Daiji’s stanza 1 solo becomes important.

Daiji’s misunderstanding of why Ikki ‘burdens’ himself is what’s caused each of their worlds to spin. He believes Ikki goes around ‘playing hero’ when it isn’t needed because he’s an attention-whore.

(There's more to this that you'll see below; but that's at least what Daiji wants to believe.)

Yet, for Ikki--- in all actuality, he sacrifices himself over and over again because of his childhood trauma of having to be responsible for their family from a young age. He was never able to properly learn how to love himself and can therefore only be happy when he’s helping others. He’s not doing it for attention. Hahaha it’s the opposite actually. He doesn’t *want* attention or notoriety or fame or success. He’s doing this because he doesn’t know how to live any other way. And I mean this literally.

Sacrificing himself for the sake of others…..is the only thing keeping him alive. He told Vice this in episode 18 when he admitted to not liking himself.

“That’s why I turned my attention to others….to try and make their happiness my reason to live.”

Without his martyrdom…

........Ikki would no longer have a reason to keep living. This is why he-

(and by extension Hiromi because Hiro-micchi literally has the same exact mentality going on here, like #UnfortunateChildhoodTraumaTwins)

--is so fearlessly able to do an incredibly risky and self-harming action like using the Kamikaze stamp even after George warns of the backlash, and again after the backlash lit him on fire. George tells him that using it a second time could kill him. Yet Ikki still goes anyway. He even apologizes to Vice — the literal embodiment of the child Ikki was never allowed to be.

That scene is really f**king tragic too — that Ikki is apologizing to the child he wasn’t able to be for not caring about himself, and for doing borderline-suicidal actions because he has nothing else to live for. In an — ‘I’m sorry that I don’t care about myself and that I keep getting us hurt, I’m sorry for doing things that’ll get us killed. You deserve better than this.” — kind of way. It’s just sad. Even sadder yet is knowing that he would willingly die if that meant his family got to be happy, or if it was what they needed from him.

…..

But Daiji doesn’t understand this, and it leads to Kagerou fully popping out. Hence the line “They (the misunderstanding) make the world turn.” See, when it comes to Ikki and Daiji’s relationship — for Ikki, his family is the most important thing to him, and since he raised his siblings, them even morso.. Not only are Daiji and Sakura Ikki’s 1st place priorities…but to him, they’re his entire world.

A perfect example of this would be during Daiji’s fratricide arc:

I already stated this in my Revice Analysis Post #2, but Daiji’s name is really poetic.

Nacho:

“-Daiji” is also how you pronounce the Japanese word for “important/precious ``. In shows people usually use the term to talk about a vague “important thing” in their lives, like they’re loved ones or whatever.”

… “Man, real funny in a sad way. Like the parents only cared to name him (Daiji) “second son” But his name is the homonym to a word that means “important”. I didn’t really think about it either until Ikki was crawling over to him like “Daiji, Daiji!”. Grabbing onto his foot and stuff. It just hit different when he was groaning his name like that with desperation. I was like “wow, his name sounds like something else ;_;"”

Welp. This always devastates me.

And --as expected--- Ikki did not handle Daiji/Kagerou’s hate and attempted fratricide well. I mean, who would? His reaction here, of crawling over to his brother holding on to his legs and desperately saying his name…and since Daiji’s name is a homonym to a word that means “important / precious” this scene perfectly conveys how Ikki feels and views Daiji (and Sakura/his family)) as his entire world.

So their shared verse ““The extreme power of perfect misunderstandings — they make the world turn.”’ is a reflection of this, and how it’s turned their lives upside down.

The next verse Ikki and Daiji sing is:

“[I + D]: Where is it? The unaffected variance of time—the light I can touch.”

Wiki Trans:

“Time lags when the light hits, wherever you are at the moment..”

.....So what I first took notice of is, “Where is it? — - “the light I can touch.”

Sakura doesn’t sing this line with them because she *knows* where the light is, she’s found it and it touches her through her acceptance of her inner demons. But since Ikki and Daiji refuse or otherwise don’t know exactly how to address this inner darkness / childhood trauma of theirs, essentially “time lags”. They become unaffected by the passing of time because they have become stuck in the past and as such are not able to grow and mature as people.

“[I + D]: I understand that it’s one and the same—to protect your own side and protect the one beside you.

Wiki trans:

“I understand, that both sides, the protector and the protected, are one and the same”

While I was analyzing the lyrics, Daiji’s solo ‘I understand’ here threw me off. I was like 🤔🤔🤔🤔….why does he say this before Ikki’s solo? Obviously the two things were correlated but I didn’t know exactly how. So — I obviously asked Nacho what they thought was going on there.

NACHO:

“Good question. Daiji's solo part is pretty much a raw translation so no translation notes lol.

I wondered it myself tbh when I was translating. All I could think about were those shots when Ikki would talk to George or whoever about wanting to save the Deadmans, and the camera takes its time zooming on Daiji's face all thinky-thinking

NACHO:

“Idk, I started to wonder if this means that Daiji does understand where Ikki is coming from, but refuses to understand y'know?

Like, (I guess this just boils down to the problem with the Igarashi family/Japanese and Asian culture)—maybe Daiji understands and knows that saving people is a hangup Ikki can't get over, and that it's a deep mark on his psyche. Simultaneously though, like everybody else, he (Daiji) doesn't/has a hard time accepting that the family has harmed Ikki.

Like it's one thing to be like "okay, this person's flaw is that they put their self-worth equal to how much they can do for others".

And it's another to be all "our family is responsible for psychologically traumatizing my brother"

Idk if I'm making sense, but basically it allllll goes back to what I'm saying is the root of all tragedy in Re:Vice. Everybody is getting better, facing their traumas, trying to improve, all that good stuff. But everybody (and understandably so) is also tiptoeing around the core issue. That the family has hurt each other permanently. It's partly an Igarashi thing, partly an Asian/Japanese thing, to not talk about past pains in an effort to move on, but not digging out the root means the weed grows back.

ANYWAYS all this to say I think Daiji is saying that, like Ikki, he understands more than he really lets himself.”

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So…yeah…. speechless.

Daiji understanding more than he’ll let himself…connected a lot of irregular dots that I previously had yet to understand from a bunch of different episodes — (Episode 2; Episode 3 & 4….that I won’t talk about because I’ll be posting an analysis on that soon lmao; episode 7….) A lot of weird little camera-shots that showed Daiji’s reaction to certain things Ikki was doing or saying that had me like ??? Why….is he reacting like that?

(Me, in response):

Yeah this (Ikki being a martyr) I even commented on WAYYYY back as being one of the reasons why he (Kagerou) might hate Ikki -- basically for the guilt of playing bystander to your brother playing hero for everyone except himself.

Cause back when the mom made the comment about Ikki and the father being similar (haha they were having their talk about Ikki's "happiness" and how he should do things that make him happy and Ikki in a confused tone goes: "My,..happiness...?" And we cut to a shot of Daiji, who is awake and listening to this conversation.

….And I thought that was an interesting scene to include; Kagerou/Daiji listening in on the mom telling Ikki to do things that make him happy instead of others / to stop putting others’ happiness before himself.

Then, for Ikki’s solo line: “I understand, that both sides, the protector and the protected, are one and the same” (Wiki)

NACHO:

I was thinking about the wiki translation too, it was going where I was going—Ikki saying that to be "safe" and to protect somebody else is the same thing to him—>aka his self-worth thing again

Next verse,,,,,,

[I + S]: To save each and every person, nothing in this world is more difficult.

The halation of darkness will completely become exposed.

My own convictions and feelings—if I accept them, I’ll truly become invincible.

Wiki trans:

“It's difficult to say how to save each and every person.

The Halation of Darkness, what it brilliantly reveals are

Our feelings and emotions, the acceptance of them... are invincible!

Okay — first things first, yes Ikki and Sakura duet about saving people because that’s what they are both trying to do right now. Daiji’s the only one saying the ‘realistic’ things like: ‘As of right now, we can only kill them, not help them.’ So those lines are self-explanatory.

Moving on to the next line….I know some of you are probably saying: ‘Now, what in the prick plack paddy-whack is halation???’ because that was my exact reaction.

Merrium-Webster defines Halation as:

‘1 : the spreading of light beyond its proper boundaries in a developed photographic image.

2 : a bright ring that sometimes surrounds a bright object on a television screen.”

Okay, so what is being said here is that this light spreading past its boundaries is what causes them to confront their feelings and emotions. This is why Daiji has the solo lines “become exposed.” His convictions and his feelings are coming out for God and everyone else to see.

Now, while they all say “the emotions/feelings” bit, only Sakura says the “invincible” part. Which is, as stated previously — that’s because Sakura is the only Igarashi Sib to have reconciled with her inner demon/accept them. Ikki’s well on his way (as seen from him telling Vice that he doesn’t like himself + ep 18’s end of ep piggyback ride). And who even knows what’s going on with Daiji as of rn.

To BE CONTINUED-

(Give me a second so I can quickly post the last bit hahahaha ...)

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@rebrandedbard tagged me! THANK YOU!!!!!

List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors! 

I’m very nervous these are not going to be varied BUT HERE WE GO

1. One of the many paper triangles that were being vaulted across the table finally landed smack dab in the middle of the book he was reading. 2. She threw herself into the sea. 3. Luka Andersen held still in the frozen chamber. 4. Hat leaned back in her pillows, gazing up at the twinkling lights and tinsel Cooking Cat and Mu had strung weeks earlier. 5. The echoes of a whimper peal from beyond the sewer grates. 6. He… wasn’t sure what to do. 7. Lukas ran a hand through his reddish-brown curls, scratching absentmindedly at his scalp, as he tried to focus on the textbook in front of him. 8. Lukas stumbled towards the tree with unwieldy roots, exhausted after a particularly rough night and long morning of sequestering himself as deep into the woods as he dared. 9. “Okay,” MJ interrupted the movie right as a bear being brought in for evidence flashed across the screen. 10. Luka flexed his four fingers against his coiled torso, staring at the thick purple prongs with tempered despair. 11. His fingers grasped the clasp of his cloak, pulling the hood tighter around his chestnut curls as he tried to block out the breeze. 12. Hattie gripped the thermos in her hands as she slowly climbed the steps to the manor that were slick with ice. 13. Chains that had once been taut with his weight hung from the wall, shattered at the ends. 14. Warm arms. 15. Snatcher turned the storybook Hat Kid had left him over in his hand. 16. The key clicked inside the box and the lid popped open. 17. He hadn’t noticed it at first, the soft chimes of a music box he had made with the help of a man named Thor once upon a time, but after a moment of listening to the gentle measures, Snatcher froze. 18. Hattie pushed the stool up to the stove and swapped her top hat for the chef’s toque that Cooking Cat had given her. 19. The specter dropped to the ground as embers crackled and snapped around him. 20. An hourglass shattered by ice cut through scarlet veins.

Hmm... I begin with a lot of holding/hands imagery, it seems... 9 was probably the most fun to write and I still chuckle when I think about it, so 9 is my fav and then a more serious favorite is 5! I like how that one sounds :D I’m tagging @lemonadesoda @banyanas @the-trans-anon @doodleimprovement @toxic-lavender annnnnnd anyone else who’d like to give it a shot! :D Enjoy!

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Detective Conan Rewatch: Episode 1006

Episode 1006: “Who Poisoned the Victim?”

Before watching this episode, on a scale of 1-10, how much are you looking forward to seeing it again?

Annnnnnd anime original. 5.

Favorite screencap:

Kogoro: “What do you think of my Poirot cosplay!?”

Favorite moment:

The ending bit.

Least favorite moment:

Dang. D: That’s cold. Son killed his dad to guarantee he’d inherit the business.

What's one thing you noticed/realized about this episode that you hadn't before?

I guess the doctor doesn’t have a lock on his phone? We don’t see/hear him do anything to it before handing it to Conan.

Holmes’ famous quote from “The Sign of the Four”.

On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate this episode?

I guess this case was too obvious to me? I figured out the method, just not the motive. 3.

Celebrate it!

Here’s a (not exactly) summary haiku:

Poisoned at party

Three people with a motive

...but possibly more

Next Episode: Episode 1007

Previous Episode: Episode 1005

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ANNnnnnd we back at it again with another commission for Mitternacht_K  on twitter~ Commissions are open peek here for prices- https://docs.google.com/document/d/1LHyQKT0WERH5GSxu6v2jex2wFk6OSd4Ld1Mns8oFn3s/edit?usp=sharing

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GoT Afterthoughts ep. 08x01 ‘Winterfell’ (Part 1)

Whew! I’m sorry this has taken so long. I’ve got two munchkins home from school with a stomach bug, and they’ve been cutting into my rewatch and write-up.

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So, a few things before we kick this bad boy off... I have not read or interacted much with anyone (except writing up that post yesterday about the opening creds) and I have avoided the discord server (even though I’m DYING to gush) as to not skew my own perception of the episode. Those of you who follow my blog know that I am partial to political!jon, but here’s your heads up for anyone else that just stumbled onto this recap. And with that...

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We begin the journey of our last season similarly to the way we began our very first: An excited Winter Town boy frantically scrambling to find a better view of the royal retinue marching on Winterfell—complete with the same musical score. Let’s call that strike one against Jon and Dany, as we all know what a farce that first royal couples’ relationship was.

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This boy, as he shimmies up a nearby tree, very much reminds me of a combination of both Arya and Bran in the pilot — Arya even spies him and smiles, as she stands watching with the smallfolk (a nice book nod). Her face at initially seeing her big brother Jon makes my heart skip a few beats, and I kind of got the feeling she was going to call out for him, but changed her mind. She looks down then, and I’m honestly so worried for their reunion because they have both changed so much, and Arya isn’t the same little girl he remembers.

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Her smile fades as Jon and Dany pass her by, and the Hound comes into view. Her feelings with Sandor have always been complicated, but we don’t have much time to dwell on that, because Gendry rounds the corner and there’s a different kind of smile lighting up Arya’s face now—and I’m so stoked for their reunion, because it’s what I deserve. WE ALL DESERVE THIS OKAY?!?!?!

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And what do we have here? Ahhhh yes, the typical D&D ‘cock’ and/or (in this case) ‘balls’ banter via Varys and Tyrion as they once again travel together in another wooden box. You know, we damn well better get the payoff to the jackass/honeycomb/brothel joke this season, or I swear by the old gods and the new that I’m blowing up the Sept of Baelor... oh wait.

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Missandei looks visibly uncomfortable at the impassive stares of the Northerners as they ride by. However, Jon did warn them about the North—which he reiterates to a rather annoyed looking Dany, who no doubt expected a much more warmer welcoming for coming to “save the North”—but it’s pretty clear there will be no Myhsa crowd-surfing here.

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A screeching overhead sends the Northerners frantically running for cover as a smug-looking Daenerys smirks proudly at the fear her dragon children instill when they split the skies above. Let’s be real here — that was no coincidence. Remember this?

Dany is in complete control of Drogon, and let’s call a spade a spade: this was a cheap intimidation tactic driven by spite. And I honestly can’t even say I blame the girl, but it’s probably not the best way to make new friends, either—especially when they are all of the mindset that “a Targaryen cannot be trusted”. Just sayin’, Dany girl.

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And we have Arya’s reaction to seeing Dragons for the first time as they soar high up over Winterfell and Sansa, who watches from the ramparts. Sansa’s reaction is quite similar to Cersei’s—as in, she really doesn’t have one. Someone please cue My Chick Bad by Ludacris!!

Jon and Dany enter the courtyard and Jon springs from his horse to bring Bran in for a signature Stark squeeze and a forehead kiss (another season one callback). He proudly admires how Bran has grown and is now a man, only for Bran to answer with some vague and emotionless three-eyed raven shit, before staring down Daenerys while Jon moves to Sansa’s open arms.

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*Perhaps no one informed Jon about Bran going all sentient-being?

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I’m sure most of you already noticed that while this is supposed to be the same hug scene we were shown in the HBO teaser, it’s not the same shot, nor the same angle. In the teaser, Jon makes this soft face and goes straight to Sansa’s arms...

But in the actual episode, Jon goes straight to Bran’s arms, and his expression is quite different...

And in the teaser the hug is much longer in duration, and Sansa doesn’t look up at Dany until the end—still not relinquishing her hold on Jon.

However, in the episode, we get a shorter version and a different angle, while Bran and Sansa simultaneously stink-eye Dany the entire time.

*please note Jon’s expression isn’t the same as it is in the hbo teaser—which begs to differ WHY they chose such a romantic shot of these siblings to hype the final season? I mean, I know why... do you? 😉

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Annnnnnd moving right along. Jon asks where his darling baby sister Arya has gotten to, as to which Sansa replies “lurking somewhere” — which is an odd response, but I’m not gonna lie, it did make me chuckle a little. If I had to make a guess on this odd dialogue (other than the D’s just suck at dialogue sometimes), I imagine it serves the purpose of leading Jon to assume that the girls still have the same strained relationship of their youth.

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Not one to stand by idle while getting eye-fucked from all directions (and not in a good way), Dany sashays over to be introduced to the stunning redhead Jon was hugging on, to learn she is (only) his sister (whew!), and the Lady of Winterfell. And with that said, I need to take a moment to address something to all the antis who will probably hop on this post (cuz I know y’all are there): Jon is NOT the Lord of Winterfell. Winterfell does NOT belong to him, not even as warden of the North, not even a little bit. He has no say, no ownership, no NOTHING on Winterfell. The only way he becomes the Lord of Winterfell is if he marries his cousin, Sansa Stark — which is just ONE of the many reasons WHY a marriage between them is advantageous. Tell your friends.

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The tension kicks up a notch as the introductions proceed and Dany feeds Sansa platitudes of how beautiful she and the North are. Perhaps her words are meant to be kind, but after all she’s been through, Sansa is not here for the bullshit — remember how nice Miranda was in the beginning too? Besides, my girl’s jealousy is so thick, she’s almost GREEN. So, giving Dany a full-bodied once over, she haughtily replies “Winterfell is yours, Your Grace.”

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Annnnnnd...

Before a full-blown catfight ensues, Bran throws some ice on the situation—and by ice, I mean ice dragon (harr harr harrrr). The wall has come down, and your dragon is one of them now, he informs Dany—whom of course is horrified by the news. (And probably by Bran too, as I assume she, like Jon, did not get the Bran is the 3ER memo).

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We move into the Great Hall where we learn that Sansa has already made the intelligent decision to call all their banners to retreat to Winterfell as soon as they knew that the wall had fallen. Little Ned Umber isn’t really sure whom he’s supposed to address or how (bless his little heart), but in any event, he’s getting the horses and carts he needs to safely bring the rest of his people back to Winterfell. Jon tells the maester to summon the Nights Watch as well.

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And of course you know little Lady Mormont has some shit to say. She’s not pleased with the turn of events and wastes no time voicing her opinion and stirring the ire of the Northerners. But hey,

(Sorry, I couldn’t help myself).

But more on that later, because Jon looks really nervous as little Lyanna throws shade — and his first instinct is to turn and share a look with his sister, errr wife, cousin!, Sansa.

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I feel like he was looking to her for support, but she’s got none to offer at the moment. So, he pulls himself together and tries to calm the dissent by giving another rousing ‘we need allies and I brought them’ speech, and he actually says something VERY interesting here: “I had a choice: keep my crown or protect the north. I chose the north.” I mean, he ain’t lying, and the best place to hide something is right in plain sight, after all—and of course nothing about that statement sounds political or off at all, does it? I mean, because the Dany stans/jonerii insist that Dany agreed and was FULLY onboard to come north before Jon bent the knee, so why would he say that, then? Go on, tell me...

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Tyrion decides to throw in his unwanted .02 — simultaneously backing up Jon and feeding Dany’s savior complex (the greatest army blah blah blah — gods, I cannot wait until everyone sees how useless the dragons will be against the NK, especially when using them to roast the wights puts their own soldiers at risk). His words aren’t met with any gratitude when he also drops the bomb that another enemy house of the North is also on its way to Winterfell.

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Sansa is taken aback but recovers quickly. Armed with her signature snark, she asks how they’re expected to feed the ‘worlds greatest army’ — something she did not prepare for — chased by a sassy, “what do dragons eat, anyway?”

But wa-wa-wait, HOLD UP. Did Dany just— Did she just throw down the gauntlet?

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Why, I believe she did, my friends! jskslkdlsksjsklslsljsllsl 😂😂😂😂

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I can’t even with this episode, guys. It’s like I’m watching a medieval version of Melrose Place (google it, youngin’s) with Jane and Sydney throwing shots by the poolside!

Okay, okay, but all joking and snark aside, Sansa has got a valid point. She isn’t prepared to feed all these extra mouths PLUS two fucken huge dragons. I mean, winter is here, and where could they possibly find enough food to sustain everyone? It’s almost as if the show is making it a point to remind us about the lack of food and where did we last see wagons loaded with food? Oh right, I remember...

Put this one behind Northern Independence on the list of ‘Petty Things That Won’t Matter Because the AotD is Coming’ — you know, because who needs food to survive? And who the hell wants independence, anyway?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Moving right along, and holy mother, maiden and crone, this is getting long and I’ve barely scratched the first 15 minutes of the show!

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You know what? Nevermind, I’m just gonna go ahead and publish this, and post the rest tomorow when I finish it — I know y’all are thirsty anyway. lol Forgive the sloppiness, as I did this ALL on mobile, and my paragraph breaks kept disappearing and arrrrrghh tumblr!

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*Some gifs/images mine. The others were taken from google. Thanks if it’s yours!!

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i yearn for MIT!peter

     P.P.  —-- BAD IDEA !

summary: during his second semester at MIT, peter gets an invite from his lab partner to a party at a frat. he brings ned, his harvard counter-part and best friend. one beer in, peter steps up, stopping a dicey situation you totally could have handled. cue the top gun love ballad. campus-crossed lovers, much?rating: hey! don’t under-age drink! T, for beer and mean frat boys.a/n: i needed to start writing more for MIT!peter – he’s 19 here, still a hopelessly good person. we love college spidey. 

“This is a bad idea.”

“Peter, it’s the college experience, dude!”

Ned is bouncing with excitement as they round the corner, cutting through the quad and heading straight for Frat Row. The over-glorified hub of drunks can be heard from three blocks over – the heavy baseline of a handful of parties echoes through the Friday night air. 

Peter fiddles with his collar, jamming his hands in his pockets as he groans. 

“I dunno, Ned.”

“Your lab partner invited us!”

“Yeah,” Peter supplies, “But he’s weird. Like, really weird.”

Ned raises his brows, pushing back his hat. “I thought he was cool –”

“No, yea, I mean, he is, but –”

Frat parties? Peter is having one of this crisis where he starts thinking about what Aunt May would say, and then what Mr. Stark would say – and then, y’know, how he had to watch those P.S.A.’s Captain America did on under-age drinking and Cap’s technically his teammate and it would be, like, super rude to just… ignore his century of wisdom, right? I mean, does Spider-man party? Because right now, his spider-sense is putting the brakes on. 

But, Ned is driving 100 mph down the Frat-Party-Highway. 

“Listen,” Ned supplies, raising his hands, “We go in, we dance, we ditch. Easy. And! Then we can successfully say we’ve gotten into an M.I.T. frat as freshmen.”

Peter taps his foot, blinking over his shoulder at TKE”s house. There’s a line forming already.

“Fine.”

Ned fist pumps. Peter raises a finger. 

“But, next weekend we’re going to the Natural Science Museum on your campus.”

Ned shrugs. “Harvard perks, baby.”

Ten minutes, two high-fives and one awkward “hey man!” later, the daring duo is in – and Peter has to admit that movies make frats out to be a little bit more glamorous. It’s, like, ninety degrees in here and he’s already sweating and dear god, he just watched someone vomit in the kitchen sink. 

His lab partner, though, a gap toothed kid named Joe who plays rugby, ushers him in and moves behind a counter being manned by a Senior in a TKE jersey. Suddenly, two cold PBR’s are handed Peter’s way and he freezes – oh, this is illegal. Spider-man is breaking the law. Oh god. Ohhhhhh god. 

“Here, dude!” Joe grins, slapping Peter on the shoulder, “A party favor!”

The laugh that is clawed out of Peter’s throat is so forced, Ned has to elbow him in the ribs to remind him to stop panicking. Joe gives Ned a quick knuckle touch before dipping back out the kitchen and past the vomiting kid who works the gym’s front check-in desk. 

And so, in the ratty kitchen of a frat house, Ned and Peter crack open their first beers. 

They both pull faces at the taste.

Ned leans, yelling over the bass of some Iggy Azalea song. “What now?”

Peter shrugs. “Upstairs, maybe?”

It’s a lot better upstairs – not as hot and not as loud and a lot less bodies. Peter can feel the sensory overload dying down. As he follows Ned through the halls of the brother’s rooms, though, he can feel the trademark prick of bad, bad bad bad. 

Hello, spidey-sense.

Annnnnnd that’s when he sees you for the first time.

It’s one of the world stopping moments where he knows – 

… He has no fucking clue what he knows.

That you’re beautiful? That you’re terrifying? That you’re sporting a Spider-man t-shirt? That in-front of you, a brother three times your size and six times your alcohol content looms?

In that moment, Peter knows what’s going to happen – you land a heavy shove on the man’s shoulders, face twisted in rage as your friend tries to pull you from the bubbling fight. 

And Peter just… steps in.

Ned has no idea what he’s doing.

Peter doesn’t either.

“Is there a problem?”

The first time you see ever Peter Parker, he looks out of place. He’s got a maroon button down on, sleeves rolled. His sneakers are too clean for a frat party. The Pabst in his hands is half-full and even still, his cheeks are rosy. He is – in every way – a good kid. It radiates off him in waves.

If it wasn’t for the circumstance, you’d be smitten.

Right now, you’re mad. Your ass was just grabbed down the hallway. Mad doesn’t even cover it. Furious might.

“Stay out of it, fresh-meat,” slurs Patrick, a senior TKE brother with a fucking complex, “This bitch is just playing hard to get –”

“Excuse me –?!”

“Yeah, okay,” suddenly, anger bites into Peter’s tone and his beer is handed off to Ned as he steps up to the plate, lodging a hand on the senior’s chest, “That’s no way to talk to a lady, okay?”

“What is this?” Patrick booms, “D&D? ‘Lady’? Go home, nerds.”

The shove that the senior lands on Peter’s chest sends him stumbling. 

And it ticks him off.

But, before Peter can do anything about it, though, you land a mean right hook on the idiot’s jaw. 

Your roommate, Jen, gasps – her and Ned have the same expression on their faces.

(You’re drunk, okay? And maybe defending the honor of a chivalrous, freshmen D&D nerd is how you want to spend your Friday night… especially one with dimples.)

The fight that ensues is a slaughter. Peter picks up where you left off, laying out the senior as he moves to retaliate – only after a well aimed sock to the eye. It hurts, but mostly just Spider-man’s pride; the growing crowd jeers at the fight. A bit like the Wild West, rules don’t apply here.

(You wonder how the hell some 5′8″ kid can hand Patrick his ass on a silver platter – it’s insane. The kid doesn’t even break a sweat, just cracks his knuckles and chirps a cocky: stay down.)

It’s all fun and games and saving-honor until the other brothers catch wind of what’s happening and force all four of you out the front door and kick you to the curb.

The first time you really get a good look at Peter Parker is on the sidewalk outside TKE under the streetlights of Cambridge. For the first time all night, Peter’s spidey-sense is silent. You both just kinda… stare. 

Ned coughs.

Jen is calling an Uber.

You finally wave bye, hoping his black-eye is worth it in the morning.

All a part of the college experience, Peter guesses.

Ned nudges Peter on the way back to his dorm. “Bad idea, huh?”

“Horrible.”

[praphit]

IT Chapter 2: maybe he’s simply stupid

Party People! That killer clown... is BACK!

No, not that killer clown (although one could argue Ronald's body count is vastly higher).

THAT clown!

Good ol Pennywise.

The last time that we saw Pennywise he had just gotten his ass beat by a bunch of kids. Not a good look for any certified tough person; especially if it's a tough person who's supposed to be a villain!

He can't show his face around the villain bars or parties no more - he's a laughing stock! It wasn't just any group of kids he was defeated by, it was a group of kids who embrace the fact that they're losers ("The Losers Club"). That's pretty bad when a group of people accept their deprecatory labels to the point that they form not a support group, but a social club. Imagine if you were made fun of for having stinky feet, and you decided to join "The Stanky Feet Club". That's the level of debasement we're talking about. Pennywise got beat up by self-proclaimed losers.

You can't be considered a villain or a monster if you go down like that. You can't call the Justice League for Pennywise; they ain't coming! They MIGHT send Robin, MAYBE. I'm not sure the cops would even waste their time. I think that if they got a call about Pennywise, they'd just see if they could gather a gang of kids from a nearby middle school to oppose him.

Pennywise had to redeem himself.

So, in Chapter 2 - TWENTY SEVEN YEARS LATER, he decides to go after those same loser kids as adults. 27 years! Seems like a long time to plot one's revenge - you know, maybe he's simply stupid.

Yes, a long time, but here we are. He starts off his scheme for revenge on the Losers Club by eating gay people.

Yep.

Now, I'm not saying that Pennywise is homophobic or anything (the town he's in called Derry def is tho - my goodness!), but maybe you don't START your plan of evil with the LGBTQ community. You know?? - not a good look. I'm sure Thanos, when he's out there snapping away worlds, had a PR person whispering in his ear.

"Look, Thanny baby! You know I love ya! But, let's be sure (on this tour of destruction) NOT to hit up the minority planets first; don't worry we'll get to them. But, let's snap away a couple of predominantly white planets in the beginning."

It's bad for approval rating. I mean, the white supremacists ratings would hit an all time high, but... no one REALLY wants that look.

But, Pennywise stamps down possible homophobia on his resume, and grabs the attention of... the Old Spice guy. Or known in this universe as MIKE.

His Old Spice days are over! He's going for the neighborhood crazy guy look now.

Mike is the token black dude in The Losers Club. Mike has been living in an attic for 27 years ever since "the losers" made a promise that if Pennywise ever came back, they'd all come back too, to stop him for good.

Mike gives all of the losers a call one by one to convince them to come back and honor their promise.

People let me just say, if you're traumatized in a certain area, the normal thing to do is to leave that area and never go back.

I remember, back when I was in middle school, seeing one of my teachers outside of school at a market (weird in an of itself). But, it was raining hard, and her makeup was running big time. Now, people, I did not realize at the time the powers of makeup. I knew it could enhance one's appearance. I did not know it could give one a whole new face. This rainy day I saw my teacher's face melt off as she was walking towards me in the market to say "hello" Freaked me the bleep out!  People I’m sorry, but I’m just telling you my truth from the perspective of a child at the time.

It was like - with makeup she looked like Halle Berry

And as the makeup washed off - she looked like Morgan Freeman

I don't think y'all understand.

With makeup - 

 (well, not QUITE like that, but pretty much. I didn't do well in that class. I was distracted for some reason.)

Without makeup - 

That drastic!

I ran away from that monster (or woman, I guess - people, I'm just saying that I can't PROVE she's NOT a "monster" who ripped off her face). Point is I have no interest of going to that part of town ever again. Trauma runs deep.

These losers now adults have sweet lives (well, most of them). Why go back to face a killer clown?

BUT, Mike does his thing and they all band back together!

Like the Avengers:

They have a The leader - James McAvoy The jokester - Bill Hader The tall, sexy guy - though he used to be the fat kid

 (see that - bullying has it's uses. He’s getting all of the money and women now! Had he not been bullied he may have be destroyed by that other clown).

The hypochondriac (there's one on ever super team right?)

The scared of everything guy (... well, they are "the losers")

The sexy chick - Jessica Chastain

And the black dude - Mr. Spice

BOOM! BACK!

They track down Pennywise - he's out there doing his thing: eating kids and gay people... and shapeshifting into old ladies (like seen in the trailer).

He might have to stamp down "pervert" on his resume as well. Cuz not only is he shapeshifting into old ladies, but he's getting naked before chasing people too. This is some plan he's executing!

Pennywise's powers are amped up in this chapter, though maybe too much. Annnnnnd here's where the big flaws begin for me. I know, party people... I was looking forward to this movie too I loved chapter one), but...

Big Flaw #1 - Unexplained rules

I'm not sure of the rules of Pennywise's powers. I can't tell what's real or not, due to all of the hallucinations and whether or not people can be hurt in the sitches - I don't feel like it's consistent. There are plenty of times when he has his prey, and they slip through his fingers somehow. Why does he keep letting them escape? Or are his powers not as great as advertised? If it's all in their heads, are they ever in any real danger? Idk. Look, with Jigsaw, we didn't need an explanation for how an senior citizen riddled with cancer is making all of these elaborate traps, purchasing materials for these traps, and cleaning up the horrifyingly bloody evidence again and again. 

BUT, we knew what Jigsaw was all about. We knew the extent of his "powers" - that's all I'm saying! Plus, Pennywise sets someone free to go after The Losers (which the plot def did not need), but how that whole thing plays out (concerning Pennywise's abilities) makes no sense.

Big Flaw #2 - bad storytelling

Pennywise's origin is kinda explained in this chapter. I say "kinda" cuz we as the audience experience the telling of that story vicariously through someone on some type of acid trip. Like any good drug trip, who the hell knows what was going on?? So, they screwed up the origin, they never explain his powers well enough, the whole thing with The Losers coming back and listening to crazy ass Mike (who's been tripping on acid and living in an attic for 27 years) as he leads them in a quest to kill the clown MAKES NO SENSE. I'm not even going to get into said "quest" - also makes no sense. And then the ending... wow, stupifying.

Big Flaw #3 - CGI

It's not that it's bad, it just isn't scary. It's the opposite of scary. It's down right goofy at times. Like a spook house created for the whole family. Perfect example is in the triler I mentioned, when Jessica Chastain is being chased by the naked old lady. The way that they do the cg there... If I were Jessica Chastain in that moment, I wouldn't have been scared. I would have been like "Really dude? *heavy sigh* Pennywise, can we talk about what's going on with you? And why the bleep are you naked anyway?! You know they're gonna stamp "pervert" on your resume. None of this is scary. And you're just going to let me escape! You big dummy!"

Seriously, maybe he's simply stupid.

I mean look at him.

Maybe that's scary, because that's the face he makes before he eats you, but it's also the drooling face I've seen people make when met with basic math problems.

It's not all bad! The acting is really good! And I was never bored in this 3 hour long movie (which is impressive), but all of those flaws equal a GRADE ----  D

Poor Pennywise.... what will his legacy be? Pervert, homophobe, possibly plain stupid person, who chose to dress like a clown. Got his ass beat by a group of kids... THEN that same group of kids come back as adults and beat his ass again. And the way he's defeated... it's so humiliating (and confusing - let's not forget the poor writing), but yikes... No "monster" to my memory has ever been defeated in such a way; I actually felt bad for him.

They had better not make a Chapter 3.

At the end of the movie, crazy ass Mike is packing his bag and about to leave the attic. I was thinking to myself "That dude is unstable." Wherever he's going, he's going to engage in some crazy behavior.They COULD make another chapter out of THAT. Mike starts dressing up like a clown and eating kids. Make that movie!

But, no more Pennywise please! He set scary clowns back ten years with this movie.