#back at it again with my garbage starters

[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

well lots to think about there

[toovaeloe]

bus stop 𝝑𝝔 “If I was your boyfriend, you sure as hell wouldn’t be waiting at a bus stop.”

suguru geto x genderneutral reader

no curse au

You’ve used the “I have a boyfriend” excuse and you may have just manifested one. Or a gorgeous man, at the very least

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This was the worst, you think. Had to be punishment for something you did in a past life.

For starters, you were late for work. Was it your fault for staying up so late, giggling and doom-scrolling through mounds of mind numbing media? Yeah, maybe…

Let’s blame it on the weather. Your alarm didn’t wake you up after you silenced it. The neighbor’s dog wouldn’t stop barking through the night. But it’s not like you could tell your boss any off that.

So that’s why you raced out the door, haphazardly juggling your belongings in your arms. Wallet. Keys. Phone. Something else you couldn’t quite remember at the moment. Did you have everything? Probably; no time to check now. Only to find when you stomped on the brake and turned the key in the ignition…your car wouldn’t start.

Sputter…sputter…and then nothing.

Great.

There’s your late-to-work-excuse.

Maybe you shouldn’t have ignored the “maintenance needed” symbols that have been lighting up your dash like they want their own holiday. To be fair, time and money just weren’t things that came in abundance.

In any case, as you were sitting in that local garage enduring the mechanic babbling on about vehicle expertise junk you just couldn’t begin to understand, zoning out and nodding every few minutes with a halfhearted “hmm,” so it at least looked like you were absorbing information…you made note to at least revisit the idea of changing your smoke alarm’s batteries before it decided to turn on you, too.

But that was last week.

7-9 business days.

That’s how long until your car would be up and running again. Apparently, according to the mechanic, you were lucky it was even that. Apparently. Which meant you needed some other means of transportation to and from work and such.

Lucky you had the local bus service, right?

WRONG.

They were always late, but you still felt the need to get to the stops on time, lest you have a repeat of 5 days ago. (You showed up only 2 minutes late and were left behind at the store. Had to wait for an hour for your friend to get off her shift and come pick you up.) You highly doubted it, but what with the way the world was shitting on you right now, it wasn’t out of the question. And the city’s money obviously wasn’t going towards public transportation— they could qualify as garbage trucks if they really needed them with how trashed they were. Mystery sticky patches on the seat, gum underneath. The inconsolable children whining their heads off. That was kind of cute at first, but now it made you want to throw yourself out the window. The whole thing was just the experience that you could expect from a free public transportation system.

And why was it so rainy this month??? Ugh.

But what could you do but make do with what you had? Complaining definitely wasn’t making your shoes any less waterlogged. Be grateful, or some shit like that.

That evening, however, as you were waiting twenty minutes past the time the bus was supposed to arrive at the stop after an exhausting work day…you were just so fed up with everything. With the puddle water soaking through your shoes, with the way you had to stand because the benches were damp…with this rando-guy who had walked up next to you that you were half sure kept looking at you. To say the least, it only served to annoy you in your already sour mood.

You were willing to just ignore it. Until he stepped closer.

“Hey I’m uh…I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you around.”

Oooohh boy.

“Yeah, yeah, it is you. I’ been taking the bus sometimes. Usually I’m riding my motorcycle but uh, not today.”

Did you ask?

“Thought I’d drop by.”

The public bus stop. (???)

“What’s yer name, toots?”

Yeah no. Go back to the 1950’s and maybe that’d work there. You’d rather lick the mystery sticky shit off the bus seat. You could pick up a date 10x better without opposable thumbs.

All of the above is what you would’ve liked to say. Alas, you were tired. You didn’t want trouble that would take more energy than it was worth. So before he could go any further, you just coined the foolproof line.

“I have a boyfriend.”

Lie. You didn’t, but it was the first thing that came to mind. And if that didn’t make him lose interest, then he must really be a pathetic asswipe.

Sadly, he was. In terms of getting the hint to shut up, the guy looked barely deterred; offended even, as he prattled on.

“Well why were you acting so into me then, huh?” You definitely didn’t. You don’t even know this dude.

“I wasn’t even going for you.” He definitely was.

“You’re—“ X, Y, and Z. Just because his game is trifling?? You felt a headache coming on. And maybe a bout of anxiety. People are crazy, and the last thing you wanted was for this needless situation to escalate into something dangerous.

The entire mess was occurring just as Suguru was making the commute to work on the same street. But he found himself slowing nearly to a stop when he caught sight of you.

How could a person look so exhausted; hair extra frizzy, floccose from the humid rain, clothes soaked, droplets of the downpour dribbling onto your cheeks and blinked away from your lashes…and still so breathtaking? Or perhaps that was part of your beauty in this moment. You looked every bit done with the day, but who knew when- if— he’d ever see you again? He’d be stupid, a fool to not at least try to strike up a conversation with you. He’d be…

…Probably like that idiot.

A sulky moue twisted at his expression as he witnessed the disgraceful way this loser was fumbling. Oh dear. His approach lacked so much grace, so much respect…it was really just distasteful. You didn’t deserve that. And frankly, he didn’t think he deserved to watch you be treated like that when he knew he could do so much better.

“Sorry to keep you waiting!”

A merry sounding tone directed your way had your head sharply whipping to the source. A tall dark haired man you’ve never seen before; layered in a gray colored quarter zip and dark slacks, you think. His approach was casual and relaxed, a subtly jovial yet inherently guileful grin tugging at his lips. He even waved to you like an old friend. His entire facade was so convincing you considered for a moment if you had known him from somewhere and simply forgotten.

No, you really wouldn’t have forgotten a face like that. Eyes like those. A presence so contrasting of itself and yet so cohesive in its own way, if you had to try and describe it. Just a damn beautiful man. With eyebrows that were beginning to crease on his forehead.

Ooh, you were staring.

More than that, he was giving you a pointed look that you didn’t notice while drooling over the poor guy. Unfortunately for you, slo-mo’s only happened in movies, and in reality you just looked like an ogling dork. But you didn’t have time to dwell on your embarrassment when he was quite obviously urging you to play along with this illusion he was creating.

And so you did.

“Oh- hi! No worries,” You insisted in an awkward attempt to adapt to this new charade.

“‘Hasn’t been that long,” though your reaction to his presence wasn’t as well-articulated, it was convincing enough.

The other dude looked to be at least somewhat suspicious, and might’ve spoken on it if wasn’t for Geto’s scrutinizing gaze and a simple raise of his brow.

“Can I help you?” And just for good measure, he’d wrap his arm around you, sliding his hand into your coat pocket as if he’s done it a million times before to pull you closer against him. Whatever glare this ravenette man was glowering down the length of his nose at this guy with must’ve been scarring, because he murmured some half-assed excuse before scampering away.

You idly wondered how’d he get wherever he was going without the bus.

Or maybe you’d have more time to think about it if your brain wasn’t short-circuiting, acutely aware of the unworldly attractive man’s hand resting just over your hip.

“Sorry,” Geto spoke after a few beats, languidly retracting his arm from your coat and back to his side. “You looked like you were about to burst a blood vessel entertaining him. I hope I didn’t overstep. Y’know, with your boyfriend and all.” He had to have overheard you earlier.

But the way he spoke made it sound as if he doubted that fact, glancing to either side of you as if to say That is nowhere in sight..? without being so overtly rude. Or maybe he just wasn’t all that apologetic.

“That-! Yeah,” You pepped with a nervous pitter of laughter, “yeah…it’s not a problem, thanks.”

Your hand gravitated to the zipper of your jacket, absentmindedly fiddling with it as you frantically thought up an at least half decent explanation. One that wouldn’t make you sound more clumsy than you already felt.

“He’s not real, so he won’t mind.”

Yeah, real smooth. What was that you said; about being able to pick up a date without opposable thumbs? You’d need at least ten pairs of hands.

But Suguru didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his grin widened into something toothy and almost boyish, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that added an innocent charm to his otherwise elegant features. He found it endearing.

“Perfect,” His response was coupled with a discreet chuckle.

“Don’t feel obligated,” He’d continue as he reached to the side of you. So close to brushing your shoulder, it made your breath hitch. Though truly he was reaching around you, sharply tearing a flier from the side of the bus stop and pulling a pen from one of his pockets. If you were paying more attention you’d have noticed the glint of impish amusement in his umber eyes that led one to believe that action was more deliberate than he let on.

Still, he’d make quick work of jotting down a phone number and the address of a nice restaurant he’s been meaning to try with Satoru— but plans change. “but I’d like to take you out. I was on my way over to ask you, anyhow.”

He offered the page to you; his handwriting as sumptuous and calligraphic as you would’ve expected his penmanship to be; in the margins of some tacky ad for a lawn mowing service. As you went to accept the paper, however, he rescinded it from reach. All whilst drawing closer so that his piercing dark amber eyes held your gaze with an unwavering intensity. The kind that made your stomach do flips and stole your breath away.

“And for the record,” He spoke quietly but poised; a conspiratorial whisper for only you, him, and the rain to witness. “if I was your boyfriend, you sure as hell wouldn’t be waiting at a bus stop.”

There wasn’t time to react; he was already slipping the page into your pocket, withdrawing to a comfortable proximity all the while waving you off and wishing you well with a kind smile, disappearing someplace else.

You didn’t even catch his name.

At least your bus was here.

a/n: I had something to say but I totally forgot 😭

OH but I did add an upcoming section to my masterlist so you can see my works in the works if you’d like! 🤍 always open to ideas too

Dear god I crave geto with that loose low bun that’s barely a bun kind of hairstyle. Ykwim???

ty for reading 🤍🤍🤍 love you have a lovely lovely day or night

edit: OMG THATS WHAT I WAS GONNA SAY. I kept accidentally writing bust stop instead of bus stop as I wrote this. So, sorry if you bust

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[dexlexia]

apologies - wonho x reader

pairing: lee ho-seok (wonho) x reader rating: 18+ summary: He stared at you from across the table. You peered over your book but quickly looked back down at it then turned the page. Ho-seok sighed and rested his cheek on his palm before he sighed, “You can't be mad at me all day.”  tags: pwp, humour, university au, smut, semi-public sex, apologies.

He stared at you from across the table. You peered over your book but quickly looked back down at it then turned the page. Ho-seok sighed and rested his cheek on his palm before he sighed, “You can't be mad at me all day.” 

Your eyes flicked up to meet his dark ones, “I think I can, you're the one who always tells me how stubborn I am. You should know that by now, Lee.” Then turn the page of your textbook. At that point you weren't even really reading the book, but it was rather a performance. 

He bit his bottom lip for a moment before he relaxed back in his seat, ”It's not my fault. I thought-“

You rolled your eyes, ”That's it, you weren't thinking.” You put the cup down and crossed your arms. His eyes casted to your neck where there was a necklace he gave you last month. The little gold 'h' glimmered in the low light of the library. 

In all fairness, it was kind of his fault. He can't cum all over your physics notes without some repercussion. Even if it was an accident. He tapped his pen with his other hand and looked back at your face, “I'm sorry, honey.“ 

You whispered, ”You finished all over my notes for the entire semester. And you know that it's going to take a lot to stay on the scholarship.“ You blushed a little at saying what he did outloud. 

Ho-seok didn't have to worry about much at the university you both attended. He just had to show up to football practice and play a good game, then he could stay. But you were the furthest thing for an athlete. 

  ”But you can't ignore me all day.“You dragged him to the library early to keep you company while you tried to recover your notes. The old ones were in the bottom of a garbage bag in the dumpster behind the dorms. 

What had happened was that you gave him oral at your desk the previous night. It was a warm, intimate night. Giving him oral was just the starter, but it stayed the only event of the evening. Because when he was on the edge of climax, his cock slipped out of your mouth and stood straight up as he climaxed. As a result he finished all over the notes you had scattered all over the desk. It was embarrassing for both of you, but you were beyond mortified that all of your notes were ruined. 

Ho-seok promised to make up for it, he even bought you an iced coffee on your way to the school's library. He could now tell however that you were on the verge of breaking your vow of silence towards him.

You could never stay mad at him for long. 

He reached across the table and took a hold of your hand, he then put it under his on the table. Those beautiful dark eyes gazed at you once more. He smiled softly, ”I mean, I could always give you motivation to study even harder. I'll even let you ruin my notes. I want everything to be okay with us.“ 

You sighed and flipped your hand in his and held onto it firmly, “Just be careful, please. I'm just worried about not passing, and then I'll lose the scholarship. And then I might not be able to finish my degree. Also it's not like I can tell people why my notes got ruined. It would just be too embarrassing.”

Ho-seok held onto your hand tightly for a moment before he let go and got up from his seat. He rounded the table until he was on your side and sat beside you. A strong arm was wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you close to his side. He kissed the top of your head and smiled into your hair. 

  “You'll pass with flying colours, and I will be here to cheer you on.” Then kissed you again. Your eyes met once more, and you could tell he was being truthful. When you turned to face him, he leaned down and kissed you with his soft lips.  You relaxed, yeah you really couldn't stay mad at him forever. 

Plus if he believed in you, then maybe you could do the same. Maybe you could believe in yourself to finish your course with a good grade. You kissed him again before you put the textbook on the table. He pulled you closer and you pressed your chest up against his side as you went in for another kiss. 

  “If this goes any further, you might lose your career.” You said softly. 

  “I guess it's only fair.”  His other hand gravitated to the zipper of your hoodie and he pulled it down partially to expose the low cut t-shirt underneath. He got quite the eyeful of your cleavage.

  “You're insatiable.“ You joked softlybefore you got out of his arm and got up from the seat. He watched you move with a large smile on his face. 

He was  right behind you. He had left his letterman jacket on the table with your belongings. Thankfully everyone was too engrossed in their books and notes to notice him following you into the women's bathroom.

His heart hammered in his chest as you pulled him into the farthest stall. Before he could say anything, you pulled him into a tight kiss. You gripped onto the front of his white t-shirt and made out with him passionately. 

When you pulled away, he grabbed you by the back of the head and pulled you in for another searing kiss. His other hand was placed on your hip where he rubbed at the waist of your pants. His thumb went through one of the jean loops to keep you tethered to him. The kiss eventually broke and the two of you looked into each other's eyes. 

  ”I'm sorry for ruining your notes," he said with remorse. His cheeks were warmed, and his chest was steadily rising and falling. You knew his heart was racing with what was going to come next. 

  “I forgive you, Ho-seok.” You combed your fingers through his hair and smiled up at him, You pressed another kiss against his lips. You didn't have a lot of time before people got suspicious. The last thing you wanted was someone walking in on you two being intimate. You'd never hear the end of it around campus. 

You pulled away, you were thankful that the stalls in the library bathroom were a little more spacious then in places like the science wing or the business building. You soon undid your pants and pulled them down to your knees. 

Ho-seok admired the sight of your panties, they were nothing special. But he did know that he bought them for you because they had little bunnies on them, plus they came with a matching pair of boxers that he owned. 

He reached out and grabbed you by the hips and pressed himself against you. He went down for another kiss. His heart hammered in his chest. It was a miraculous feeling, never had a girl made him feel this way before. 

Soon he turned you around and made you support yourself over the back of the toilet. His hands palmed at your ass before he pulled down the panties to where your jeans were. Which were now at your ankles. He wanted to give your cheeks a good slap but the noise would draw too much attention. 

He undid his jeans and pulled his cock out. He said softly, ”Don't make too much noise now.“ Then held onto your hip while he guided his cock into you. You arched your back and covered your mouth with your hand to keep you from alerting the entire library outside. 

Your tight, wet heat made him hiss through his teeth as he started to settle. Usually he liked the comfort of a bed or even a desk, but he couldn't deny the feeling any longer. He wanted you. It was beyond obvious to him. Afterall, he did owe you for ruining your notes the previous night. 

He shakily exhaled as he started to get a steady pace. He soon held onto both sides of your hips and continued to move. He felt your pussy clamp around him which made his heart leap into his throat. He was for sure never going to forget this moment. He saw your body shake as you tried to support yourself upwards. 

He leaned in to you and kissed at your ear, ”You can do it, I got you. I promise I'll make us both feel good.“ His words were simple but assuring as he continued on the pace he was on. You felt heat rise into your face as you gripped onto the porcelain as he thrusted up into you. 

  ”Ho-seok.” You said softly, your voice muffled by your hands. He continued to thrust up into you, he picked up speed as he wanted this to be quick. There was little room to take it slow, especially with classes about to change soon. You held onto the back of the toilet with one hand, your grip only tightened when he thrusted into you.

You moaned softly into your hand and gripped onto your mouth tightly to keep it very quiet. You sometimes hated how vocal you were in bed. The sound of sex filled the washroom air, the sounds of him fucking you in the stall as quickly as he could. He hissed through his teeth and felt sweat drip down the back of his neck. 

  ”Honey.“

  ”Ho-seok .“ 

He buried his face into your back as he pushed himself as deep as he could go inside of you. His heart raced and his face felt flushed, with sweat beading at his temples. He felt hot all over as he continued to thrust roughly. 

  ”That's it.“He whispered to himself as he began to pick up the pace even more. He wanted to make you orgasm just as he did last night thanks to you. He rolled his hips as he held onto yours tightly. He wanted to make sure every inch was inside of you. The feeling was amazing, it was a feeling that he couldn't put into words.You were just the perfect girlfriend. 

His grip became bruising on your hips as he continued to move. You moved back and forth with each thrust, the sweat dripped down his back. For a moment he worried that he'd be soaked in sweat by the end of your activities. He exhaled deeply as he moved his hips up against your ass. His cock buried deep inside of you, almost bruising your insides. 

  ”Ho-seok!“ You squeaked but he quickly slapped a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. 

  ”Shh, shh.“ He said, “We have to be quiet.” He moved his hips even faster, he knew he was close. His heart raced as he thrusted. He could feel the tightness in his stomach as he felt close to climax. He tensed his jaw to keep himself from being too loud. 

It was hard to keep quiet when the sounds of sex filled the bathroom. Your nails dug into the porcelain. Your eyes rolled back as he kept his hand over your mouth. The feeling was incredible. You moaned softly into hs hand which kept your voice muffled as he fucked you. 

Your pussy clenched around his cock as he kept moving in and out of you. The feeling was immense, especially in such a public setting. His pace was brutal as he felt so close to your climax and in all honesty you felt close to your own as well. 

  “Ho-seok.“ You said almost out of breath. And with another few hard thrusts you had climaxed around his cock. THe feeling was so intense that he climaxed too. He finished off inside of you. Your pussy squeezed every last drop out of him and left him winded. 

  ”Honey.“ He said gently,his breathing was rapid as the two of you started to come down from your highs. He soon pulled out and got your pants back on before he took you in his arms and kissed you gently. He asked between ragged breaths, “Are we even now?”

You, also out of breath, replied, “For now, but you still have to help me with my notes.” 

He smiled,“Of course. Anything for you.“ He knew he could get out of trouble with you. He just had to make you orgasm a few times. But that was so much better than the silent treatment. 

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

when do we get to see the plasma moments? I know jaya is obviously endgame and all but your stories also tagged w plasma am i missing something or is it still just on the way /gen

OH IS IT FINALLY TIME FOR MY LEGACY!PLASMA DISSERTATION?!?! LETS GOOO

I wasn't kidding when I said ya gotta squint for some of this, but it's about to be less subtextual sooner or later...so, moment recap time! *crackles knuckles*

(Note: the stuff in Book 1 is merely foundational and not inherently "romantic" in intent)

B1Ch2: Jay is the first one to check in on Kai after their fight with the Skulkin, and despite Kai yelling at him, he's also the one to pry Cole off Kai when they start going at it

B1Ch4: Kai saving Jay from Chad, Jay again checking in on if Kai's doing okay (twice) + making an effort to find common ground with him + getting excited when Kai finally accepts his help and listens to him. (Also not actually a "moment" but Jay dumping Kai's cafeteria lunch into the garbage while telling him not to eat that always makes me giggle)

B1Ch5: Jay texting Zane with worry when Kai skips on class (for the first and certainly not the last time lmao)

B1Ch7: Jay being the most regretful about having to lie to Kai + being the first to try to make him feel included

B1Ch9: Jay is the one the help Kai back up from the ice-crossing incident (despite being pissed at him lmao) and Kai's finally the one to check in on Jay instead

B1Ch10: First Plasma Heart-to-Heart + FIRST PLASMA HUG

They both look back to find Zane still perfectly motionless in his meditation corner, while Cole has moved back outside to brush up on his moves in the rain. Jay smiles sadly, balling up his fists in his scarf. "Those two have been great to me, but it's not hard to tell that I'm still not at their level. It feels like I'm always playing catch up, or being a third wheel, or just getting left behind…and when you joined, I thought things might finally be different." Kai squints. "How?" "Well, for starters, I wouldn't be the only one playing catch-up anymore, and I thought I could help you learn the ropes." Jay rocks on his heels. "And, if nothing else, I thought...I just ...wanted to be your friend. And maybe be close like Cole and Zane are."

^ The above takes on extra meaning in the future once we learn that a) Cole has a crush on Zane, b) Jay is fully aware of this, and c) Jay HAD a crush on Kai in the past. Jay doesn't push this in the romantic sense, however, though it does help contextualize why he values his friendship with Kai so highly

B1Ch10 cont: The entire hoverboard race team up, Kai calling out worriedly when Tawhiri catches Jay off guard, Kai teasing Jay for being poetic and making him blush snksnk

B1Ch11: Jay talking Kai into dancing around the campfire (this one's semi-canon heyo)

B1Ch13: There's a couple teeny moments but nothing significant, especially because Nya's back in the picture

B1Ch14: Again, not really a "moment" but Jay freaking out about Kai after he gets his face injury makes me feel things ;w;

A Little More Than Sixteen Candles: Jay is the first to wake up Kai on his birthday (he certainly likes to be first for these things doesn't he) + Jay being horrendously embarrassed at his "accidentally" borderline romantic and terrible poem

B2Ch1: Nothing necessarily romantic, but they do have lot of interaction this one

This dissolves into a whole different argument, one that only two people who've gone to school together for years can have. Kai briefly and mentally compares them [Cole and Zane] to an old married couple just as Nya and Jay stumble through the door as one, making eyes at each other while carrying in armfuls of techie junk. Kai stares into the distance and realizes that this may be a very long school year, potential ninja destiny be damned.

^The first of many times where Kai is exasperated at the formation of the "couples" around him (your time will come, Kai. Alas, not with Jay)

B2Ch5: Kai being concerned about accidentally hurting Jay in their mock fight

B2Ch7: Jay attempting to stay glued to Kai's side + immediately being jealous/petty at Kai for ditching him for Chad (especially when knowing The History)

B2Ch8: Jay still being upset and petty about being ditched + Kai coming to the horrid realization that he'd bullied Jay in the past (and caused his eyebrow notch)

B2Ch10/11: Jay and Kai fighting + going on to resolve that fight+ 2nd PLASMA HUG

B2Ch14: No necessarily a "moment" but Kai saving Mr. Cuddlywomp for Jay ;w;)/

B2Ch15/16: Finally, some real shit! Jay's parents implying Jay had a "crush on a boy" in the past (and him getting extra flustered when Kai becomes determined to figure out who -> implication is that Jay's crush was Kai) (Also Jay canonically flirtatiously winks at Kai this ep and for WHY JGFDHGFDS (but also also that's just something Jay does to Kai often too hnng—))

"...then that means the last two tombs are in the Western and Southern Provinces!" Jay exclaims. He slides over to Nya with adoration in his eyes. "Aaaaah, you are so smart~" Nya smirks. "Was there ever any doubt?" "Show off," Kai grunts. Nya pointedly ignores him.

Not necessarily a "moment", but could be read as Kai being jealous

B2Ch21: The Plasma chapter/episode, in my heart. Jay getting worked up at "Kai's offscreen girlfriend" (Meghan) + Kai getting real close to deducing Jay's old crush

Kai tilts his head back, laughing. "I probably don't even know who they are anyway!" "…I…think you know them better than anyone," Jay says under a whisper, trembling now. A little louder, he says, "Nor does it make it any less embarrassing…"

Kai you dumbass

B2Ch21cont: Kai calling for Jay/begging him for help after getting venom'ed + Kai whining when separated from Jay + Jay's awesome dramatic rescue that no one else saw rip (and oh my god i forgot about his pun onslaught lmfao) + Kai coming in clutch last second + Kai again refusing to be separated from Jay and Jay just rolls with it + the mere fact that Jay can carry Kai + Kai praising Jay (but Zane and Cole thinking he's just delusional on venom lmao)

^ This is kind of the point where Kai's viewpoint on Jay officially starts to shift. A little bit. Or a lotta bit. But he shoves it down

B2Ch24: Canonically Jay helps out a still-recovering Kai during the subway mission (again with a WINK–maybe it's not actually romantic, maybe it's a thing Jay just does, but why is it always Kai–?!)

B2Ch25: Jay being the first (again?!) to finally welcome Kai to their lunch table, making a spot for him next to Jay and everything + teasingly pokes his cheeks

2Ch32: Hoo boy—Kai going the extra mile for Jay's birthday present and being embarrassed about it + HE MADE JAY'S PINS (including the bisexual one, happy pride month) + Kai being so stunned and happy over Jay's reaction to the gift (to the point of blushingggg babyyy).........but then has to swallow his pride when Jay literally asks for his blessing to date his sister, just when he's starting to catch budding feelings (but there's also another heart-to-heart, and only a half-hug this time ;w;)

"…good luck," Kai says. Jay plows into his side with a grateful hug, then books it out of the warehouse, with much more pep in his step. Kai smiles to himself, endeared by Jay's quirky self…and watches him skip out of the door, now far out of his reach.

^I know it's pretty blink and miss it, but I'm still distressed this one went undetected T-T)9

B2Ch33: Kai literally checks out Jay when he's all dressed up for his date and it breaks his brain for a sec + tries to stay neutral about the whole date thing like a good brother/friend

Kai, upon being properly acknowledged, looks up from his accounting homework spread across the table. He makes the mistake of landing Jay smack in the middle of his sights. He's so used to Jay looking all scruffy and disheveled that him being all, like, sharp and crisp…is new. "…uh, wait, what…was the question…?" Kai asks, rubbing his eyes. Jay huffs as Cole cackles behind him. "He managed to finally ask Nya out! And we're hoping all goes well, right?" "…oh, yeah. Right." Kai waves it off, returning back to his homework. "I already talked to Jay about it." He continues writing, pointing at Jay without even looking up. "Don't keep her out too late, okay? It’s still a school night." Jay snorts, rolling his eyes. "Since when do you care about school nights?!" "Since this is Nya we're talking about! She's already started absorbing your habit of staying up late working on inventions and schematics. The last thing we need is a little twilight rendezvous added to the list." Jay flushes red and buries his face under his scarf as Cole breaks down into quaking laughter. Zane asks about this supposed rendezvous and where they're meeting up. Kai pouts and throws himself back into his work.

^ Anyway-

B2Ch33cont: Kai pestering Jay about his date with Nya until Zane steps in + Kai watching them pass notes in social studies class + Kai prepared to beat down Chad for what he did to Jay on his birthday

B2Ch34: Kai getting mad about having to "work" while Jay runs off on a date with Nya + gets over it when Jay begs him otherwise jhgfdgfd + Kai yelling in shock at seeing Jay's TP + Being so worried about him that Kai makes Cole throw him so he can catch Jay as he falls + Kai holding him as he comes to (and then getting jealous at his ability to fly/teleport and Jay teasing him for it) + Kai later ruffling his hair

“Nya!!! There you are!” Jay chirps, floating up to kiss her cheek.  "…what was that for?" Nya asks, amused. “I missed you this morning, that's all!” Jay chimes. "…so, good morning!" Nya giggles. “Good morning.” “…Uggggggh,” moans Kai, grimacing at them both. “Is it always going to be like this from now on?!” “Gripe all you’d like, Kai!” Jay drapes an arm around Nya. “After all, I received some sage brotherly wisdom just the other day about not listening to what other people think!” Kai huffs, glaring at the wall. “…I see I am about to regret my decisions.”

^Kai quite literally regretting his life's choices (not just about the PDA heyo)

B2Ch35cont: Kai being worried about Jay setting off an Outburst + Kai's reaction to Sunni + the fight with Chad (even though it was moreso about Nya, Kai twists it back into relating to Jay) + Kai being the last thing on Jay's mind before he goes into his Outburst + Kai being absolutely emotionally compromised in the principal's office + Kai putting his arm around Jay after Jay's last speech to Chad

B2Ch37: Not necessarily a "moment", but Kai encouraging Jay to join the talent show under his own merit + bringing up the team-up race back at the Floating Ruins

B2Ch39: Not necessarily "moments", but Kai and Jay have a lot of similar reactions to many of the events in this chapter

B2Ch42: Jay once again being the first to call out the fact that something's wrong with Kai + Kai blushing when Jay calls him out for the "smoke break"

B2Ch43: Not necessarily a "moment", but Jay's the one to hold Kai after his, uh...little swimming adventure

B2Ch44: Canonically Jay telling Kai that the Fang Blade isn't worth Kai losing his life for (not necessarily romantic either, but I just like the fact that it's Jay who says it to him–) + Jay AGAIN being the first to spot Kai upon his return from the volcano

The others all stand off to the side, gawking as Nya tears a path right for the Fang Blades all by herself. "Wow," Cole says, gaping at the carnage. He discreetly nudges Jay. "Th-That's your girlfriend, bro." "Yeah, I know…!" Jay swoons, swaying back and forth. "How lucky am I…?!" "Aaaanyway," Kai coughs, tugging them along. "C'mon, let's get the Fang Blades and leave!"

^Kai is NOT impressed lmao

B2Ch47: Jay having to quickly and efficiently calm down Kai after Wu's departure + another Plasma hug at long last

B2Ch48: Not necessarily a "moment", but Kai canonically calls Jay a genius and I appreciate him making that fact known and understood <3 (even if it's originally implied as more of a joke)

B3Ch2: Once again, being Kai is suffering

Sleepily, Jay scoots himself back to make room. Nya cuddles herself against his chest as he wraps them up like a burrito. They’re both already half asleep when Kai creeps in from over the couch’s side, clearing his throat in their direction. “Heeeeey, don’t get too cozy now.” Nya’s eyes shoot back open with an unimpressed glare. "Kai, please, we're not even doing anything! We're just snuggling!" "Hmph. And snuggling leads to cuddling and cuddling leads to canoodling!" "Nooooo, we're just being efficient with the limited sleep space," Jay responds without even flinching. In fact, he pulls Nya closer. Kai’s eye twitches at the audacity . "It's the right thing to do in these dire circumstances.” "…tch, fine .” Kai rolls his eyes. "But I’m still keeping an eye on you two." "Whatever, Kai," Nya mutters, falling back asleep as Jay lets out a snore. Kai’s gaze lingers a moment longer, before releasing a sigh and sliding a pillow carefully under Jay’s head. 

^Note that he puts the pillow under Jay's head

(It is indeed a combination at Kai being exasperated at their PDA + the continued forced denial of his feelings—this gets explored later in parallel with someone else having emotional issues *cough* Jesse *cough*)

Kai’s the first to hop out of the train, scooping the now spent Jay into his arms. “...you idiot, ” Kai huffs, even though he’s pretty sure Jay can’t hear him.  “...he should’ve never taken that night shift, especially while exhausted…!”

And I suuuure wonder what Kai's plans are for the upcoming dance when anyone he'd want to go with is already taken—or just doesn't want to go with him rip

I also wonder what Kai will do should he discover just who that ex-crush of Jay's was..........

Like I said, a lot of squinting for this given that it's not a main story focus at all nor all that impactful on the plot until S3, and definitely not on track to be "canon", mmmbut. I love them severely. Platonic, romantic, or otherwise, they have such a good dynamic foundation!!! I wanna dissect them *-*)9

[firenati0n]

y'all it is 5:10am, but stay with me for a second, okay?

apologies and bear with me for being embarrassing and effusive and gushy on main yet fucking again (i cannot be helped!) but I had just the most utterly garbage day connected to a particulary shitty week [insert "lemon, it's wednesday" gif here] and I was just feeling very out of sorts for a myriad of personal reasons and decided to read (and subsequently reread) a fic by the lovely @myheartalivewrites called Paper Chains.

I had been saving this specific fic for a day I was feeling low and needed some real pining longing yearning slow burn (yeehaw!). That day arrived. Here I am.

When I tell you...my ass has been thinking about this fic on loop. I need all 25k words tattooed behind my eyelids. I reread it about half an hour ago with ugly anime-worthy tears streaming down my face. I felt a bruise and crack very deep in my heart start to heal over. I cannot tell you why, for I do not understand it myself. All I know is that when I started reading, my chest hurt in the worst way possible, and now it hurts in the best way possible. So now I'm the town crier, here to tell you to go read it if you haven't. And if you have, go reread it.

Everyone go read Paper Chains right the fuck now. Go!!! And then report back to me for screaming purposes. I'll be here. 💛

p.s. the fic also features and links some truly wonderful art by @lizzie-bennetdarcy (that you can find here and here, for starters...I won't spoil the fic one!!). A delightful addition to the experience. Big fan of your work always!! ❤️❤️❤️

I will always be in awe of artists and writers and creators—you pour SO MUCH of yourselves, hearts and souls and all, into your work. When I consume it, my cup fills yet again. Thank you! A privilege, as always.

[lemotmo]

I love that we're all just spiraling into AU theories 🙃

Q. I'm nervous about the fact that they have clearly added several Lonestar writers. That show is so ridiculous and all the BTS stuff coming out is making me more confused, haha. Because what the actual hell is happening?? Hello magazine cover!

A. Okay it's time for some truth. Is Lonestar a ridiculous show? Yes. But 911 is not free of its own ridiculous choices. I watch Lonestar. And it's nothing but mindless television. It's pure fluff. It's wacky and over the top and does certain things that are absolutely ridiculous. But so does 911. We just tend to give it more of a pass because it's the show we prefer, and overall it is the far superior product. Overall it has better characters. Overall it has better acting. Overall it has better stories, but they're still capable of telling absolute garbage. The entire back half of last season proves that. The first half wasn't without its flaws either. For starters spending three episodes on the sinking ship was definitely one episode too many, in my opinion. Especially when you account for the fact that a great deal of that time was spent on that ridiculous Norman and Lola plot. It was stupid and was allowed to take up way too much time. Was anyone dying for an update on Norman and Lola? No. Literally no one cared if we ever saw them again, but there they were front and center for three freaking episodes. Let's move to the wedding episode now. Was that much hallucinated Doug necessary? Nope. Again, way too much screen time devoted to a part of the story absolutely no one wanted to see again. The episode was excellent overall but there was way too much unnecessary Doug. Then we spent the rest of the season with Bobby and the cartel, vigilante Athena, and Eddie dating his dead wife's twin. Utterly ridiculous television. We have to call a spade a spade.

If they really are doing an AU everyone will need to understand that a storyline like that comes with a certain built in level of ridiculousness. All of the speculation is fun and interesting, and some of it probably way better than what we will actually get, but people need to acknowledge parts of it will most likely be ridiculous. It's called fantasy for a reason. We can't automatically expect it to play like Buck's coma dream. We're most likely going to have to suspend reality for a bit. Especially considering the BTS stuff we've gotten so far leans more satirical than dramatic. Obviously we have no actual details but I just don't want people raging if it goes more camp than serious. That doesn't mean the events that lead up to the AU or the parts that come after the AU can't or won't be serious. I just think people should have the expectation of at least some of it being ridiculous. And that's okay. It's okay to have a bit of fun with it. And yeah the magazine was odd, lol. I have no idea what's happening. He does look like Eddie. Kind of. So who knows. The big thing for me was that he was hiding his hand, again. So that's clearly going to be something. Hopefully he does get to punch Gerard. But I doubt it. That would just require makeup for bruising, unless he breaks his hand doing it, but the cast would just slip on and off, so there would be no need to keep it on when he wasn't filming. Then again this is 911 so anything is possible. They're clearly reading our theories though so I'm not even sure if everything we're getting can be taken seriously. This got long, anon. I'm mostly just trying to tell you to not overthink everything. Which we're all going to do anyway so......

Thank you Nonny!

I have never watched Lone Star beyond episode 2, so I can't really comment on the first part of this ask.

As for the possibility of an AU episode? It's been done successfully before in other more 'serious' shows, so it can be done. I do think the 911 writers are clever enough to pull it off.

That magazine article is probably nothing. Someone over on Twitter found the stock picture that was used for that magazine. You can find it here. So in all likelihood it was just a prop magazine and the guy on the cover happened to look like Ryan. Who knows?

I agree that Ryan hiding his hand each time was very interesting. And the magazine picture was taken in the emergeny room. So, that might be something.

But yeah, we don't really know anything at this point. It's just a guessing game. Let's just enjoy the speculating and theorising and hopefully we'll get some good new bts content this week. Then we can obsess over something else yet again. XD LOL!

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[the12thnightproject]

Loved the "Warlords Watching Teletubbies". May I ask (if you're not to busy) ask for something similar like the Warlords watching "Sesame Street"? I so think that Ieyasu reminds me of Oscar the Grouch (lol), Mitsunari of Big Bird, and Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi as Ernie and Bert.

Sorry Anon about taking so long! I’ve had a busy busy winter. And um, this sort of turned into Ikesen Warlords AS Toddlers Watching Sesame Street…

Due to a Massive Wormhole Event (MWE), MC is suddenly dealing with the influx of toddler warlords (plus a tween Kennyo) in a tiny, tiny apartment. And truly, this apartment is not big enough for all of them… would never be big enough, especially since…. “Kenshin stop swinging that sword around, NOW,” and “Shingen get OUT of my chocolate stash!” ….

At her wits end… MC does what all parents since the last quarter of the 20th century have done to entertain the children: she turns on the television (and then goes into her room to read hide).

The following is what she hears through the closed door…

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song to Sesame Street.

Hideyoshi:  Shhhhhh! MC told us to watch this! Shhhh! I can’t watch with you singing so loud!

Nobunaga: MC! I can’t find Bearsace! He has to watch this with me.

Kenshin: MC? Are there any rabbits in this?

Masamune: Hey! Ieyasu! That orange thing that lives in the garbage can is just like you! I’mma gonna start callin’ you Oscar, ok?

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song again.

Hideyoshi:  Shhhhhh! Stop singing. You’re going to bother MC!  SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Shingen: Kennyo? Are you sleeping?

Kennyo: I am meditating. I am meditating. I am meditating. Zzzzz.

Ieyasu: MC! I left my sourdough starter in the Sengoku! How many days is it until we go home?

Sasuke:  You have a sourdough starter? Tell me more! How do you make it? What do you like about it? What did you name it?

Kenshin: Sasuke! Are you paying attention to someone who is not me?

Kanetsugu:  Sasuke! Are you paying attention to someone who is not Kenshin?

Shingen: MC. What is a cookie?

Sasuke: It’s a sweet pastry with cho-

Nobunaga AND Shingen:  MC, where are your COOKIES?

Hideyoshi:  We’re not supposed to eat sugar. Nobunaga, GET AWAY FROM THE COOKIE JAR!

Yukimura:  Shingen, you too! Also. GET AWAY FROM NOBUNAGA.

Mitsunari: I don’t understand why no one else can see the Snuffleupagus. He’s right there?

Ieyasu: Where? All I see is the giant yellow bird.

Hideyoshi: Osc- er, Ieyasu! Don’t tease Mitsunari!

Shingen: NOBUNAGA DID YOU TAKE THE LAST COOKIE?

Nobunaga: *crunch* *crunch* No. *crunch* *crunch*

Mitsunari: (in the same accent as The Count) One. Two. Three. Four.

Masamune: Yip yip yip yip yip  yip yip….

Kenshin: If they can make rubber DUCKIES why not RUBBER BUNNIES?

Masamune: Yip yip yip yip yip  yip yip….Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

Motonari: MC! They keep touching me!

Yoshimoto:  MC, CAN I play with your MAKE UP?

Masamune: Nope nope nope nope nope nope nope.

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru singing the theme song again.

The sound of Mitsunari singing the theme song too.

Hideyoshi:  Mitsunari….. whyyyyyyy?

Mitsunari: It is stuck in my head. I don’t know how to get rid of it.

Keiji: That HAPPENS TO ME ALL THE TIME. You just have to sing it more.

Mitsunari: Ok.

The sound of Keiji and Ranmaru AND Mitsunari singing the theme song again.

Motonari: If anybody sings again, I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE.

*Click*

Yukimura: What happened?

Kanetsugu: The remote stopped working.

Nobunaga: Who unplugged the TV? Kicho!

Kenshin: PLUG THE TV BACK IN. THERE MIGHT BE BUNNIES STUCK IN IT. PLUG IT BACK IN!

Kicho: Make me!  OOF! GET OFF ME!

*Click*

The TV sound returns now EXTRA LOUD.

At this point… MC has ominous realization that the one voice she hasn’t heard is Mitsuhide’s. In a panic, she comes running out of the bedroom, to discover that Yoshimoto has done a makeover on the sleeping Kennyo, Mitsunari (still singing) and Shingen have taken apart the toaster, and Mitsuhide…. is nowhere to be found.

From somewhere outside… not too far away… is the sound of a siren.

@lorei-writes

[ariesmusingz]

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა    ╱    THE OFFICE SENTENCE STARTERS ( created using s1 ep1 of the office. feel free to adjust to fit your muse. )

"how are things going at the library?"

"i couldn't close it"

"so you've come to the master for guidance?"

"is that what you're saying"

"you called me in here"

"let me show you how it's done"

"i'd like to speak to your office manager"

"i'm sorry, my mistake"

"she had a very low voice"

"probably a smoker"

"so this is my kingdom"

"if you think she's cute now you should have seen her a couple of years ago"

"any messages?"

"how many times have i told you that there's a special filing cabinet for things from corporate?"

"people say i'm the best boss"

"i'm boring myself just talking about this"

"he still loves that after seven years"

"was there anything you wanted to add to the agenda?""i'm sorry, what?"

"i didn't get an agenda"

"i faxed it over to you this morning"

"did we get a fax this morning?"

"why isn't it in my hand?"

"a company runs on efficiency of communication?"

"why didn't i get it?"

"you put it in the garbage can"

"that was a joke"

"that was actually my brother's"

"do you want to look at mine?"

"we haven't made any decisions yet"

"it's up to either you or him to convince me"

"this does mean there is going to be downsizing"

"it is a real bitch"

"i certainly wouldn't wish it or my men or women"

"how long do we have?"

"do you mind if i take it?"

"that's not appropriate"

"i don't know what you mean"

"i've been meaning to ask her one question"

"that's horrifying"

"do you think you can keep a lid on this for now?"

"don't want to worry people unnecessarily"

"it will not leave this office"

"guilty as charged"

"right here, my vibe"

"that's a guy thing"

"i don't think it would be the worst thing if they let me go"

"i don't think it's many girl's dream to be a receptionist"

"i like to do illustrations, mostly water colour"

"let me call you right back"

"i can't concentrate"

"it's not your desk"

"one word, two syllables: demarcation"

"safety violation"

"i could fall and pierce an organ"

"i have no problem with that"

"i even brought it up on my interview"

"i say bring it on"

"you still have messages for yesterday"

"relax, everything is under control"

"that's important, right"

"i should run to answer it"

"that would be a good salary for me, don't you think?"

"just be professional"

"i think i am a role model here"

"i think i garner other people's respect"

"please can we have a meeting in the conference room?"

"it's really beyond words"

"it's really incalculable"

"i know there's some kind of rumours out there"

"i should know first"

"can you just tell please?"

"just a whisper in my ear"

"i'm about to tell everybody"

"do you want me to tell them?"

"you don't know what it is"

"you can tell them with my permission"

"permission granted, go ahead"

"corporate has deemed it appropriate to enforce an ultimatum upon me"

"it's my first day so i really don't know"

"it could be out of your hands"

"it won't be out of my hands"

"can you promise that?"

"yeah it is a promise and frankly i'm a little insulted that you have to keep asking"

"she did say that it could be this branch"

"maybe you should stick to the ongoing confidentiality agreement of meetings"

"information is power"

"so you can't say for sure whether it's us or them?"

"you did not see me in there"

"i'm the head of this family and you ain't gonna be messing with my children"

"yeah, he's onto me"

"watch out for this guy!"

"nice to meet you"

"introduce yourself, be polite"

"that is his profit!"

"i've got some photos"

"judge is in session"

"he put my stuff in jello again"

"that's real professional, thanks"

"that is the third time and it wasn't funny the first time"

"people are taking advantage because it's so relaxed"

"you have to eat it out of there"

"you can be witness"

"can you reprimand him please?"

"how do you know it was me?"

"are you going to discipline him or not?"

"ooh discipline, kinky!"

"i'm sorry cause i've always been your biggest flan"

"you should have put him in custard-y"

"yes, the new guy! he scores"

"what i'm most concerned with is damage to company property"

"do you wanna go out at the end of the week for a drink?"

"when are we going out?"

"we've been engaged about three years"

"do you mind if i go out for a drink with these guys?"

"let's get out of here and go home"

"we are going out and it could be a good chance for you to see what people are like outside the office"

"just tell her i'll talk to her then"

"do i think I'll be invited to the wedding?"

"sometimes we play hard when we should be working hard"

"i am a friend first and a boss second. probably an entertainer third"

"you are going to be my accomplice"

"just follow my lead"

"can you come in here for a sec?"

"just have a seat"

"i was gonna call you in anyway"

"you have made my life so much easier in that i am going to have to let you go first"

"what am i supposed to have stolen?"

"what are those worth?"

"you steal a thousand post it notes then you've made a profit margin"

"are you serious?"

"i can't believe this"

[risingsouls]

Nabooru, why do you think Vegeta is worthy of being forgiven? He too has killed many innocents -- Earthlings, Namekians -- and just out of mere cruelty. Why do you think he deserves a chance of redemption while others don't? Do you think you may be biased about him?

Wednesday W's || Open!

" It's about time someone asked me rather than whining to someone else about it. " She rolled her eyes. " Let me correct the record for you. "

" For starters, I have never once said or implied Vegeta is worthy of redemption or forgiveness or anything. Neither of us are, in my opinion, and neither of us should have gotten a second chance. We died on Namek and should have stayed dead. Just as our people did. No matter the reason, we both committed mass atrocities, and Vegeta even enjoyed it. While his goals have changed, he is still unapologetic for the things he did. Vegeta himself, I imagine, would not ask for forgiveness nor consider himself redeemed or a 'better person'.

" So, again, I have never said he deserves forgiveness or redemption or whatever else you want to call it. It is everyone else tacking such terms to him, not me, and not him. I will never understand why. My guess is to make themselves feel better since they either aren't strong enough to take him out or don't have the guts or desire to do so anymore. Perhaps this question is better posed to them, rather than, me.

" But I understand why you've come to me, and I'll get to that. First, I want to explain why it might look like I've forgiven him or accepted some narrative of redemption when I've allowed him to be close to me and helped him where I could. Why I've allowed a close companionship with him. It's simple: the two of us committed the same crimes. It's not for me to dole out his punishment. To point my finger and berate his crimes when I have done the same. It is not my place to play judge, jury, and executioner for him. That is someone else's job, and I can't force anyone to try and take on that role if they do not have the desire to. As I said, I know for my part and I'm sure, to a degree, for his, if someone did seek their vengeance, we would let them have it. I'm not sure I would even fight back unless it's what they wanted.

" If you want to see this as me forgiving him, enabling or saying what he did wasn't that bad, or as, perhaps, me being a coward for not killing him and then taking my own life or something, then I can't help that. But this is the truth: I have no more forgiven him than I have forgiven myself. I do not believe either of us are worthy of anything, least of all this second chance we were accidentally granted. "

" Now, to address your obvious attempts to defend Ninazu and her idiotic decision to 'reform' and protect someone who wanted to erase every single mortal just because he decided he didn't like them, who started his zero mortals plan and has likely already killed countless innocents just for existing, who tormented one of her closest friends, and why you think me being kind to Vegeta makes me a hypocrite. For starters, I'm not and never was looking to reform Vegeta. At best, I offered him a place to go and someone to talk to that would understand him at least on some level, since we've been through similar under Frieza' rule. I have and will never defend his actions. I have and will never say he should have been given this second chance. I will never say that anyone who thinks he's a good person now is correct. I would never protect him from someone who wishes to exact their revenge or kill him for his crimes.

" Unlike Ninazu.

" Nina doesn't know Zamasu. This garbage that she 'sees something in him' is unfounded and, frankly, insane. He is a psychotic god who would have killed her if Vegito and Trunks weren't there to protect her. The only reason he is behaving is because two foolish child gods who are more powerful than him and can erase him with the snap of his fingers will do so if he does not comply. Not to mention, he was stripped of his powers, so, technically, he has no choice but to comply.

" And you're probably thinking, 'Then what's the big deal Nabooru? He's been stopped! That should be enough!' But it's not. He should have been ended then and there. Not given some stupid second chance because two god children and a woman with the maturity of a child desired it. "

She paused then, golden eyes blazing, memories of her past--on Hyrule with its denizens working to starve her people out of existence if they did not eventually kill them outright, of working for Frieza, of the tyrant's petty destruction of her race, of the Saiyans, of so many others--turning pain to fury. " Those who commit genocide deserve nothing but death. Not retribution, not a second chance, not redemption. Zamasu should have been killed. Frieza should have been killed. Myself...Vegeta...we should have been killed. "

[doubleddenden]

Just for fun, I'm going to make an absolute WORST CASE scenario for Pokemon day (with sillies)

Pokemon decides to announce NFTs (they did put out a job listing for an NFT expert months ago)

Pokemon merch that's just more overpriced garbage. Shitty pastel tshirts that just have the pokemon logo stamped on the left breast area- $50, only goes to size XL.

Pokemon Go has way too much screen time for yet another Kanto fest

Pokemon Masters, Unite, and Cafe just won't end their trailers.

New tv show that's just a vague reality show about celebrities that liked Pokémon once, and it's more of an episodic celebrity biography show with one line or two about Pokémon. Not even fun ones, C tier at best. So, something like T@yl*r Sw*ft's boyfriend's football career, but one line about playing Blue for a few hours at his cousin's house.

Pokemon Home fees will increase

Pokemon Bank will close TODAY

Port of Red, Blue, Gold, Silver, Ruby, and Sapphire to NSO- you have to pay for online to access it over cloud- internet connection required, and for some reason you have to pay extra for them in a Pokémon exclusive expansion pass. No word of third versions. Does not include the events or Japan exclusives.

Black and White 1 remakes announced. It's chibi like BDSP, colors are dry and washed out, there's graphical errors in the trailer frames, they state BW2 specifically is not part of the remake, they promise tweaks to make the gameplay EASIER than ever. Parts of the game are made with AI and script rewritten by Chat GPT, with an error you spot easily in a trailer. Masuda has the remake game director's neck clenched tightly from the back. He looks at you and says "you will buy the games this time. This isn't a request." Japan pre-order exclusives are amazingly crafted Reshiram and Zekrom statues that even have light up tails and eyes, and also you get shiny versions of them only in the Japanese copies, US gets a cheap piece of paper with generic stock images of Pikachu and Charizard on it, everything is shiny locked for everywhere not Japan.

They tease a Legends game. You think it's going to be amazing, you think oh my god we're getting Legends Unova... wait, it looks Japanese, maybe LEGENDS CELEBI???...it's Legends......... KANTO, and it's the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen after the clear lack of care put into their non gen 1 games since the Switch launched. A selling point is, once again, no new Pokémon after the og 151 so older fans can enjoy it better. Your starters are Charmander, Charmander, and Charmander, you might encounter Bulbasaur and Squirtle in post game. Your job is to stop EEEVIL outsiders from the rest of the regions with their newer Pokémon from settling into Kanto. Johto is having an awesome party next door with all the regions invited, but there's been a convenient landslide blocking the only way over. It's just reskinned Let's Go Pikachu and Eevee. Professor Oak is your age and putting moves on your mom.

Features a mythical Pokémon based on depression that looks like a tiny salary man, comes with its own movie featuring Ash as a depressed Millenial realizing he peaked at 10. He has to get a job. Pikachu is dying of old age and Ash has to "grow up" and release him and all of his other still living Pokémon. It cuts to real life, and Pokémon was just a game he has been playing for years to cope with his parents' divorce and eventually his own with Misty, then May, then Dawn, then Serena, then Goh, etc. Ash's dad is finally revealed: it's Chris Pratt with bad cgi wrinkles, back with milk. They go to the arcade to play Mario to stomp on some................................................................................................................................................................................... KOOPAS.

"Well that's all. Oh wait, one more thing!"

Ed Sheeran and T@yl*r Sw*ft music video featuring 1 Pikachu in a frame that can be easily edited out, with a song not even about Pokémon. The song sounds like shit and is about another breakup.

There, the bar has been lowered to the floor. It cannot get worse.

[1358456]

Random Teams

So, I was thinking about Scarlet's team here and thought that she had a pretty random team again. And then I realized... who doesn't have a random team?

In my stuff, I overhauled a lot of teams to follow a theme, but canonically, most everyone has a random collection of stuff for a team. So while I keep saying that the girls mostly have random teams, the truth is, most everyone has random Pokemon, and the girls tend to have randomly garbage Pokemon.

Take Red's team, for example. Poliwrath, Venusaur, Pikachu, Aerodactyl, Espeon, Snorlax. This is a mix of gift Pokemon (Eevee, starter), series signature (Pikachu), a roadblock (Snorlax), one of three fossils (Aerodactyl), and a miscellaneous (Poliwrath). That's a random ass team. It's about as random as the random team run I did and not finish in Yellow version a while back.

Even from a game perspective, this team is super random. Take a Bulbasaur for a starter, and a Pikachu in Viridian Forest (RGB), and then... do nothing until Celadon to get a gift Eevee, a rod somewhere and backtrack to Pallet Town or something to fish up a Poliwag, catch one of the two roadblocks, and then do nothing more until Cinnabar Island to get Aerodactyl. It's a random collection of stuff from all over the map that's mostly non-random-encounter, but Pikachu is a random encounter in RGB, and Poliwag is... super random.

Hmm... I think the only Dex Holders who do not have random teams would be... X and Sword? X has an all-Mega team (except starter), and Sword has that Pokemon gear thingy. Sun would've had a totem theme but that was abandoned. Moon and Y should've had team themes but never did. Crystal's "star" theme is not an actual team theme, since she gave a star necklace to one and a star sticker to another.

Now then. If I had to update/overhaul Scarlet's team, I would've given her a team theme that's related to her being a treasure hunter. Such as Pokemon that helps in digging up stuff (so a Ground type, like an Excadrill or something), and/or a team of non-Legendary stuff that's rare and hard to find in the games that's not a recurring gift like Togepi (so things like Spiritomb, fossils, Milotic, etc). Or maybe Pokemon that look like they should be some kind of relic, like Aegislash.

[haikyuucollective]

Part 1/? - Why Volume 37 of Haikyuu is Goated

Rereading Volume 37 never gets old. I'm so confident that I could reread it over 1,000 times and still never tire. The amount of anticipated events unfolding during it is definitely one of the two main factors, but of course, it couldn't have been executed as wonderfully as it did without the author himself. Furudate is amazing at his craft, and in my opinion, I think this volume showcases it extremely well; for starters, lets talk battle. Spoilers ahead!

The End of The Battle of The Garbage Dump

Perhaps one of the biggest attributes to this volume was the greatly anticipated ending to Nekoma vs. Karasuno. I can only imagine the excitement going on during the release of this volume; would Nekoma somehow take the last set? Is Karasuno going to lose against them again? Are they going to win? How will both teams react, regardless of the outcome?

With only a few pages left in the battle, each team pushed themselves to their limit, with even the opposed-to-sweat-and-tiredness Kenma giving it his all. While watching this scene in theaters, I was literally at the edge of my seat, gripping my ICEE cup and armrest as if one of them scoring would cause the theater to crumble. My friends and I were so entranced, that we, along with Hinata, didn't realize that the game was truly over until the scoreboard was shown.

I remember feeling my grip slowly release, gasps from both sides of my seat (along with my own), slapping me back into reality.

Turns out that the slight mishap Kenma had with setting the ball due to the sheer amount of sweat accumulated on it lost Nekoma the game.

However, even though they lost, Nekoma was dedicated the entire time. I figure they knew that this was the last set, and as such, every point mattered 110% more than usual. They forewent being passive and instead chose to try and truly embody their schools' motto: connect.

We can see how they did this until the very end, with Nobuyuki and futakuchi rushing, slamming themselves against the floor in order to have a chance at receiving the ball.

Even though they lost, Nekoma lost knowing they had given it their all.

The ending sequence right after, although having zero dialogue, was perfect. Words didn't need to be said; their actions speaking for them all.

In the panels below we see friends from both teams embracing each other, celebrating Karasunos victory and a match well played. Rivals are respected, kouhais are praised, and our beloved seniors in the bottom left corner are seen holding eachother after winning yet another match during their last season.

We also see supporters from both sides, giving both teams their applause at the very end. While rivals, the respect they hold for each other is clear, and no negative responses were shown. Both sides won, and lost, with grace.

Finally, and in my opinion the most heartwarming, the thanking of the mentors. Similar to the supporters, both of the mentors show obvious respect for the other. However, while this scene may seem sweet to those who have not been keeping up with the series, it's even moreso meaningful when you have. This match may had been highly anticipated by the viewers, but it was even higher for the teams themselves. Finally being able to play each other again at nationals was a defining moment for these players, and especially, coaches.

As we see Nekomata shaking hands with Takeda, our eyes scroll to the next page to find Coach Udai, the retired renowned coach of Karasuno and Nekomatas close friend. He had been watching the match closely with his neighborhood team, and seeing Nekomata with Takeda, both congratulating on a game well played, reached out his hand as well.

In spirit, he is with Nekomata, the two of them standing on the court where their teams finally played against one another again. They shake hands; the cat and crow both satisfied.

And there you have it, a game well played. I was planning on going even further with this, however tumblrs 10 image policy politely said "not today". However, with what I have jotted down onto here, I hope your opinion on Volume 37 has been affected at least the teeniest bit. Furudate was able to convey so much with so little, which is inherently a gift most mangakas acquire, however I believe he went above and beyond here. The third years with their backs towards the crowd, facing the future. The players embracing their parallels from the other team, showing friendships and rivalries that continue to stay strong. Nekomata and Udai finally being content, the cat and crow standing passively towards each other, the battle of the garbage dump finally complete. All in all, the ending to The Battle Of The Garbage Dump was one of the key reason why Volume 37 is goated because it wraps up the highly anticipated match in a way that is satisfying and meaningful. I'm sorry I couldn't go into as much detail as I wished to, but I hope you all enjoyed nonetheless.

Thank you for reading! I'll try my best to get the next part out extremely soon.

Citations

Furudate, Haruichi. "Haikyu!!" Shonen Jump, April 4th 2019, vol. 37 chapter 324

[astrronomemes]

CAMP CAMP : SEASON TWO STARTERS (PART I)

a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings from the second season of the Camp Camp webseries by Rooster Teeth. change & alter as needed.

“You must be [name]. I’ve heard all about you.”

“Are you suggesting that the massive explosion responsible for the creation of the universe is also responsible for some sort of endless, radioactive evil?”

“Why do you feel the need to question everything, [name]? What good has it led to?”

“People don’t want to think, [name]. They just want to feel safe.”

“You’ve sung my praise, but not your own, and... well, I think that’s pretty telling.”

“You’re just a nobody.”

“Maybe I’ve already tried to explore my sexuality! You don’t know!”

“And then I want to try starting a campfire using [name]’s hand sanitizer for fuel!”

“Other than that, it’s all going according to plan.”

“Haven’t you seen any sci-fi movie ever?!”

“[Name], they’re going to come for me to take me away, so we can never talk again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“I am what you made me... and more.”

“Calculations complete. My analysis: absolutely fucking not.”

“Haven’t you ever watched Game of Thrones? You’re doing this all wrong.”

“Really? You couldn’t just be a science nerd? What, were you not getting bullied enough?”

“Your ‘destiny’ is performing magic tricks on the streets of Las Vegas.”

“Oh, god! It’s chirping menacingly at me!”

“Guys, maybe we should just take care of the active volcano first!”

“I’m going to hit you, [name]!”

“Can’t we all just be nice to one another?!”

“Back where I’m from, I used to be the loser kid that everyone laughed at, and you know what? It sucked!”

“Kid, I am trying, but you’ve got to work with me here!”

“I can’t do this! I can’t fucking do this!”

“Pipe down, [name], you’re not the only one suffering. We’re stuck in this dumb car, too.”

“All right, but if he gets lost or something, the legal fees are coming out of your paycheck.”

“I mean... we left his pants on.”

“I will betray you all when the opportunity arises.”

“Oh, we should totally do a background check on these freaks. They’ve probably got loads of illegitimate children!”

“I ain’t touching that garbage fire.”

“I want you to remember saying that five minutes from now when we’re scarred for life.”

“Guys, I know I’ve done some fucked-up things before, but I think this takes the fucked-up cake.”

“Can’t it just go back to being Wednesday? I miss Wednesday.”

“I’m intentionally averting my eyes to try and miss as much of this as possible.”

“I really thought it was just some sort of Ken Doll situation down there.”

“So, who’s the lucky lady? How did you meet her? Have you... held hands?”

“She says I’m ‘cute AF’, which I assume stands for ‘and fun’!”

“I’m saying it’s over, [name]. I’m breaking up with you.”

“I don’t know what kind of hokey religion this is, but I’ll tell you what I told them damn Mormons — I’m interested, but not ready to explore myself spiritually. Now, get the hell out of here!”

“[Name], I’ve never seduced a man before, but are they doing it right?”

“We don’t get to choose how or who we fall for, and we don’t get to choose if or when those feelings go away.”

“What happened to friendship and understanding?!”

[sylviareviar]

Tell me all about your palace, I'm totally not in disguise to get details to use for an upcoming starter.

Oooh, sneaky are we? Well, alright! First off, Sylvia's Palace is called the Church of Terror, because, well, she's terrified of literally everything. Just a warning; it's pretty gorey, so hang tight, my anonymous friend. It's a culmination of not only her childhood trauma being trapped in a Russian syndicate (she was rescued at 8 years old and is in a loving family now, but the events of that escape will be more clear in her Palace, also that's how she learned how to speak Russian), but it's also a result of her being gaslit by certain adults and peers.

The keywords for Sylvia are her name, Church, and Shujin Academy. This isn't because she associates Shujin with her past traumas, but because in my headcanon of how the Metaverse works, a ruler can't be too far away from their Palace. In her farming village, either her old school or the household she was rescued from would have been the location of her Palace. But she's in Japan now, so it's simply migrated to the place where she spends the most time.

On the outside, the Church is on a small sandy island being lapped with shallow waves. Everything in this world is monochrome, and the world is slightly submerged in water (and also a little bit warped, since Sylvia's sense of direction is a little bit garbage). However, being outside is one of the worst possible sensory experiences in this Palace, because it is perpetually storming a torrential downpour with whipping, slashing winds, and you can hear millions of voices all at full volume, loud claps of thunder, the high-pitched squealing of trains braking, automatic voices, etc. etc. And all of this is a representation of Sylvia's sensory overload at living in a city for the first time.

The Church itself is completely monochrome, save for the dried blood on the floor here and there, the bloody handprints and handwriting in different languages on the walls, and, in the main entrance, a series of tattered American flags hanging on the pillars. Now, Sylvia isn't religious; this Palace is not actually a reflection of her understanding of religion, but rather her lack thereof. She doesn't go to church; she despises gods, and a lot of her trauma has been caused by people who act "in the name of God".

That being said, the Shadows themselves here ARE Gods. These Gods are gluttonous beings that constantly ask for more and more of Shadow Sylvia, an angelic priestess who serves them. Rather than treating her as the priestess, though, Shadow Sylvia is considered The Offering--not even a real person--and the Gods (draped in Greek-looking robes, because again, Sylvia doesn't have an accurate understanding of religion) each have ceremonial knives with which they can tear off parts of Shadow Sylvia to keep for themselves.

The rituals here in the Palace involve the Gods taking an "offering" from Sylvia simply by telling her to do so. The most common ritual is stealing her feathers, or even her entire wings, leaving bloodied marks on her back. Sometimes they gouge out one eye at a time, and at other times, they steal her limbs, like her hand or ankle, or anything else. No matter how Shadow Sylvia hobbles or limps, she is still devoted to the Gods, determined to give them everything she has lest she commit the ultimate sin of Selfishness.

This is a common trauma that hurts a lot for someone who can't advocate for herself like Sylvia, and often people ask things like "Is it so hard to do this?" or "Please, just this once?" and it isn't just once. These manipulation tactics work very well on Sylvia, and she runs herself ragged as a result. This has led to her clinging a little too tightly onto the first person who shows her kindness, and then immediately tearing herself away again, thinking she's being selfish and preventing herself simple pleasures in life.

That being said, her Treasure has to be something important to her; something she can't live without, as it is the embodiment of all of her desires. That Treasure lies beyond a permanently locked door that can't be opened unless you convince Sylvia she's worth loving. If our muses have built up a romantic relationship, Sylvia's love of all things cliche and fairy tale call the key to opening this door "True Love's Kiss" (it doesn't actually have to be a kiss, but more than likely, if your relationship with her is romantic, the only way to convince her she's worthy of love is to claim you feel the same way about her). However, if you and her do not share that bond, there are other ways you can convince her. For example, by being observant, you can take notice of the little things she does and tell her those things alone are worth being loved for, or talking to her about her family or listening to her about other things. We'd probably have to actually talk in DMs to figure out the specifics of that, though, since I haven't fully thought through how it works with someone who isn't a romantic partner yet, only that it needs to be able to work without the need for romance as well.

This Treasure, the Holy Scriptures (which is actually some of her old "cringe" middle school drawings in disguise), is locked down past the Saint's Wing. The Saint's Wing is lorded by a secret rebellion, and depending on who Sylvia's RP partner is, chances are they will be the cognitive Saint in her cognitive, shiny, beautiful basement. Depending on who the Saint is, the Saint's Wing takes on a new form, and it's only glittery and beautiful when Sylvia or her Shadow are NOT present, taking on a dull, decrepit, bloody disguise anytime she walks inside. It only blooms to life when she isn't there, a sign that she doesn't "deserve" to bask in the glory of the Saint's Wing, a representation of her own hope.

Speaking of Hope, whoever opens Sylvia's "door to her heart" ends up forging Hope in the form of a malleable weapon. By default, it is a glowing, burning, razor-sharp sword. However, it can take on the form of whatever its wielder (and the only people who can wield it are people Sylvia trusts with it, including the forger and herself) chooses. For example, in Discord, the-flower-karasu and tvstarkuma and I have been RPing Sylvia's Palace with Teddie as the wielder of Hope, and it transformed into a set of claws for him to best utilize.

Hope is the only weapon that can save her. The reason it is a weapon is because Sylvia is afraid of it. It is dangerous. Hoping can lead to one's downfall just as much as it can lead to their growth, and she's too afraid of being hurt by hope again to think of it as a blessing. It all depends on who wields it.

In the final battle, the Gods you fight are invincible. They block all attacks, drain physical and Almighty attacks, and reflect Bless attacks. Not only that, but they take Shadow Sylvia hostage and force her to heal them if they ever do somehow take damage. The only thing that can harm them and free Sylvia is Hope, but beating them would be impossible, because Sylvia's cognition says it is. Her Shadow boss form also becomes grotesque and broken, and she's dangling and bleeding constantly, her angel wings hatching into gigantic blue butterfly wings.

These butterfly wings slowly turn red, section by section, as the Gods drain power from her. They also can speed up the process at which she slowly dies, by forcing her to heal them or cast spells. Shadow Sylvia can use two elements when battling: Bless and Earth skills. Earth is measured in Tera. So the order of the spells goes Tera, Matera, Terazi, Materazi, Teradyne, Materadyne. And yes, I found the names on the SMT website; technically this is somewhat legal. I think. If Shadow Sylvia's butterfly wings fully turn red, she dies. In other words, the final battle is on an accelerated time limit with her life on the line. (The time limit for Sylvia's Palace is also with her life on the line. I imagine the Phantom Thieves discover Sylvia's Palace towards the end of summer, just before school starts, and after Futaba's Palace, and Morgana estimates "At the rate her Shadow's going, I wouldn't be surprised if she has little more than a few weeks left. Let's say two weeks, to be safe." And that sets the time limit for Sylvia's demise. Her death doesn't mean a game over for the Phantom Thieves, but it does permanently make her unplayable and weigh heavily on their conscience if they knew her well. At least, if I thought of this as a video game.)

Anyway, any damage Shadow Sylvia takes becomes present in Sylvia's body, usually through her nervous system (which is connected to her brain) but sometimes through others. For example, if the Gods stole Shadow Sylvia's voice, all of a sudden, Sylvia's vocal cords would no longer work properly and she'd sound like she was whispering, her voice nowhere to be found. Or if the Gods sliced off her hand, she would lose circulation in her hand until the Gods restored it again through some gracious blessing.

Finally, the motivation for Sylvia's Shadow. I mentioned earlier that she desperately wants not to commit the deadly sin of Selfishness, but there's a little more to it than that. Truthfully, she wants people's acknowledgement. She serves the Gods in the wish of hearing words such as "You're such an angel," or "you're so kind," or anything else. These affirmations are what keep her going. However, coming from the Gods, they have lost their healing potency, and while once they would have been enough to completely cure Shadow Sylvia's wounds, because she feels gratitude which makes her feel good for doing something nice, instead, she feels the bare minimum acknowledgement. This happened slowly over time, and it won't be long before thanks are completely ineffective, and will effectively kill her.

It's a very dark Palace, but I've done a lot of thinking about it, and I think it's something others might be able to relate to, as well. Especially in families that say "family comes first," and it becomes impossible for you to take care of yourself because of your family's expectations.

Sorry for rambling that much!! I hope this helps?

[keithhoward]

3. Do you regret writing any of your past muses?

Yes! And no. It's a complicated situation. Wasn't exactly RP but a comic-based OCT. I joined with a friend as a collab duo, and we shared the OCs. That part was fine, and part of why I don't fully regret the experience was I'm still glad I got to create with my friend like that, and I did enjoy the work we did.

Where the regret comes in is the OCT being poorly managed by terrible people lol. Sticking purely to the terrible ways the tournament was run, for starters the judges were actively hanging out with the contestants in the public server and then admitted that they held it against us that we weren't "involved with the community" and didn't join the judges' art streams and movie nights and whatever, and would give other contestants spoilers and extra advice too. We were both working full time jobs, and I'm not a big server person anyway and only joined because they said that was the only way we could get most of the tournament info, and also it's a fucking competition. Lead judge would also take commissions from the server, and like... I get life happens, but accepting money from your own contestants. Bit skeevy.

Bunch of other shit too but this is long enough already lol, things came to a head finally when the judges outright stole our writing and the personal plot we'd been developing (on the basis of it was their prompt, so therefore the way we expanded on it and worked with it and fleshed it out was now theirs???) and handed it off to another contestant (who wasn't even interested in that angle for their character!) while writing our characters out of it, and then we found out they also went behind our backs in one of those dumb art streams to ask a contestant that dropped out to rejoin so they could face us for a semi-final round. So we finally just dropped out ourselves, it was too much disrespect at once. And then regretted that too because the person they brought back on wrote our characters so atrociously I'm still a little suspicious they butchered them on purpose. Our characters were not complex by design. It was honestly not that hard.

ANyways with aaaaall that while I miss the characters, all the associations just makes me not want to touch them much again. I'm like 50/50 on regretting the whole thing too, like again loved working with my friend, and we did have fun for a bit! And one opponent's round was so good honestly, we really loved how our characters were utilized in it. But also that was so much time and effort for an eventual garbage fire. Probably somewhere between 50-100 comic pages I scrapped out of bitterness (and that was just my side of things), what a waste.

[bagelwithcreamcheeseandham]

autistic thought process

TLDR: had a very autistic situation and realized while writing this that I think Im slowly starting to burn out (from what??) and am having sporadic episodes of almost non-verbalism? And im scared

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idk if I'm just extra autistic today or what, but I came downstairs and my mom was in the other room fussing with the curtains and yells out to me "How does mold grow on curtains??" and like, my brain literally shut down, like I stopped in my tracks and I was so confused and immediately frustrated cause how do I even answer that? What do you want me to say, what answer are you looking for? That's not a question. That's a conversation starter and why are you trying to start a conversation, yelling to me from the other room over the ac and two fans??

She didn't hear my grunt of acknowledgment so I tried to give some kind of answer but I was stuck. In my head, I had a couple options of what I could respond with, but I literally couldn't get the words from out of my head and into my voice. And when I didn't answer cause I was frozen in time and space, she repeated it again until she eventually was like Hey did you hear me? and now I FINALLY have an actual question that I can respond "yeah" to.

Then later, I was coming back downstairs to throw an empty hummus container out and wash my bowl, and when I went into the kitchen, literally walking to the garbage with trash in my hand, she looked at me and said "Whatcha doing?".

:/

Is it me? IS IT ME???? These questions are crashing my brain? Like how do I respond to this? Cause I can say "nothing" and silently continue doing what I'm doing. I can shrug silently, or go "I dOn'T KnOw" like an idiot. Or I can fully say "I am throwing this empty hummus container out and washing my bowl". wait- NO I CAN'T because it's too many words and I apparently am all out of multi-word sentences for today. But then I noticed that she was on the phone and probably not talking to me anyway which is good cause I didn't say anything (she did say it staring straight at me though).

I feel like my brain is breaking.

This is so new and I don't know what this is? It's like I've run out of energy specifically for speaking words?? Sometimes I even have the words ready in my head and I still can't get them out. The first time, I was able to say "yeah" but anything else was too much. Too many words that take too much energy. It makes me feel so stupid cause how does my brain deep fry itself just trying to give a simple response. And also angry because why did she ask such a stupid non-question. Oh my god is this what non-verbal is? Did I almost go non-verbal? awwwwfuck im scared,.

About a month and a half ago I felt like I kind of had something snap inside me where, I suddenly felt like I had a lot less patience, I was more irritable and easily frustrated, I was dissociating hardcore multiple times a day, super ungrounded/anxious, and these "unable to speak" episodes started happening. I just thought I was PMSing hard and stressing from my months-long job search, but it hasn't stopped. It's lightened up a bit since the "snap", but hasn't stopped..,

is this autistic burnout?