#but I’m also in a way not a ‘95 defender. I love all that is good about it but true Austen fans may want more

[itspileofgoodthings]

also (just been thinking) I love the 95 mini-series so much for deeply personal reasons and I use it as a teaching tool with my students (it works brilliantly) and it works as a faithful adaptation and also a coherent story that stands on its own making good use of character development and plot to produce the right emotions but I’m also not interested in a face-off between it and the ‘05 version in that I’m not going to die on the hill of “everyone must be watching this adaptation only” because it really is about the book.

[monochromeruby]

Why Riya should (and deserves to) win All Stars

Back on my bullshit… Here we go…

Reason 1: She definitely worked the hardest.

Out of the final four, Riya has definitely done the most. She made game moves, thought about her decisions logically, and had her eyes on that BAG from beginning to end. She had eyes on her from the beginning and she still stuck around to the final four. She played her pieces and used her cards, and truthfully, she was probably the only character that kept 👏her 👏head 👏in 👏the 👏 game👏

Reason 2: Compared to the other finalists, Riya is a clear deserving winner.

Ally also worked hard I’ll admit, but Riya had done more power plays I’d say. She had her act together near the beginning and end, and I’ll defend Ally to the grave, but comparing her game and Riya’s… Riya did more. (Not to mention that it was Riya that made her start playing the game more fiercely…)

Connor… love… do you know where you are? I feel like he’s lost half the time. Not to mention he rejoined.. he was literally gone for 40% of the game… His arc has mainly been worrying about Riya and he’s been letting her use him all the time. He’s made no game defining moves, only really binding the heroes together (which did nothing near the end), and using the totem (that he wouldn’t have used if it weren’t for Grett…)

And Jake… oh god… IHATE THIS TWINK.

Jake has done nothing but piss me off the whole season.. He starts bitching at James because of his jealousy, then fights with Ally for no fucking reason, same with Aiden, has his FACE lodged between Tom’s CLEAVAGE 24/7/365 and then at the visceral moment where he needed to get his ACT together, he goes and done fucks it up, and Ashley gets eliminated. His game has been nothing but emotional thinking, and he’s probably the least deserving winner. Let’s be honest with ourselves, the only reason he’s still here is because he’s a fan favorite and a writer’s pet.. He only gets his act together because SOMEONE ELSE has to tell him to. He’s like a chihuahua that barks at other dogs minding their DAMN business and then someone has to reel in his retractable leash so he can stfu. PLEASE… Jake had done literally nothing except ruin his own game and then cries about it.. please get him off my screen forever..

Reason 3: We just need more of her.

“Riya already made the finale why do we need more of her???” NO SHE DIDNT!!!!!!!

The Riya that got to the finale in season 2 was not the Riya we have now. 95% of Season 2 was a completely different character until the very end. Now in All Stars we’re seeing the Riya that was only shown in the last few episodes. She’s a completely different character. She’s not the “villain again”. She wasn’t the villian for the majority of season 2. Now we get to SEE her as the villain for the whole season instead of just a few episodes. We’re being fed a girlboss and you’re being picky???? What is wrong with you???

Reason 4: It would be perfect for her arc.

Riya’s character has been about how she acts differently on camera but worries that her real relationships are drifting apart. Hold my hand. Picture this with me.

Riya wins. She gets the 3 mil. But literally nobody celebrates. They just kind of look at her as she realizes that she won at the cost of her relationships with those she cared about. Like??? Wouldn’t that be a perfect way to end her arc??? That would probably be the best way to wrap her up. If she gets eliminated, then it would just be like “haha, you did bad things, here’s your karma.” Like YAWWWWN. But if she won???? It would be perfect for her to realize that winning wasn’t everything, and that the people she hurt and lost are permanent. This comment on yt sums up what I’m trying to say:

And Reason 5: If she loses, what will that do for feminism? Nothing. Do you hate woman? Is that it? You disgust me. (This is a joke)

So all in all: Riya should win because she’s the best player out of the four, and I want a winner that actually WORKED to win. Not only that, but it’ll be the perfect end to her character. Her losing would just be a bland close to her book.

[respectthepetty]

Some viewers are saying that a story of revenge is too tropey and Phi/Non endgame is “too predictable”. But there are so many twists and turns that I’m surprised every week and I gave up guessing; ANY outcome/explanation for ghost/mundane murder-fuckiness makes sense. DFF is basically a choose-your-own adventure. I personally love revenge stories because it’s so satisfying when wrongs are righted. I really hope we see Phi/Non reunite; I will lose my shit (again) if that turns out to be the case - just like I lost my shit with the reveal that they were lovers. Please start a PhiNon Supporters club where we can all wear matching membership bracelets!

Anon, one of the major reasons I'm enjoying Dead Friend Forever, which in its current moment in the story is not very enjoyable, is because all theories are possible. I agree with you that this is really choose your own adventure!

If you are defending Fluke, skip to page 87! If you ship Jin x Phi, go to page 129. If you think Tee should be spared, flip to the end. If you think White is an innocent bystander, stay on the current page, but if you think he is New instead of Tan being New, go to page 95. If you think Phi is actually the worst offender, move to the next chapter. If you want to know who Perth is in this story, keep reading!

I'm scrolling through the tags enjoying each person's take and desires for the series because they are all different. And, of course, some people aren't enjoying the series, which happens with all shows. Others feel it's predictable while you and I think this could end six different ways. Like you wrote, any outcome is going to make sense to me because every action up until this point has made sense to me, (except Fluke cancelling the Uber). The conversations are all over the place and about twelve different things. I LOVE IT!

Also, as a person who actively maintains a Grudge Garden and a Petty Prison where I nurture my grievances against shows, I think disliking a show for trivial reasons is acceptable. If people hate the idea of Phi and Non being together in the end because it feels predictable to them, that has nothing to do with me and how I'm interacting with the show, so I remain unbothered by it.

But as for what I am concerned about, if Dead Friend Forever and BOC wanted to sell merch from this series in order to raise funds for upcoming projects (praying 4 Minutes is Bible x Fluke, amen), a simple red bracelet would be the only item I'd need because this Phi x Non ship ain't sailing itself!

[clarabowmp3]

5 fave non Taylor heart break songs?

OOOHHHH I LOVE THIS ASK SO MUCH READY SET

History of man by Maisie peters (it is so TIMELESS. watch me sobbing to this when I’m 95 years old actually)

Idk if this counts but best by Gracie Abrams hits so hard as a self-sabotaging/self-destructive girlie and even if the song wasn’t written that way to ME it is also abt heartbreak (cedar is also rlly good and yes these 2 songs count as one option)

We can’t be friends (wait for your love)!!!! I even wrote a post abt (part of) why it makes me esp emo here

Writer in the dark by lorde!!! All of melodrama is amazing and this too like sorry I was never good like you!!! What’s not clicking!!!!!!!!

logical by olivia rodrigo and listen I will DIE defending the ‘2+2=5’ line like haven’t yall ever been so swept up by someone that you just excused wtv irrational behaviour they had??? The sky is green! The grass is red!! You mean all those words you said!!!!!!! IM SURE TAHT GIRL IS RLLY YOUR FRIEND PROBLEMS ARE ALL SOL. VA. BLÉ.

[cbsghostsmetasandtrevor]

CBS Ghosts - Pilot - Ghosts on the Accident

Warning Spoilers May Appear.

Okay - when did the ghosts gather?  When Jay went running out of the room?  When the ambulance showed up?  When?  Also, is Alberta missing in this scene?  Is Sass?  How ARE THEY NOT THERE?  Like this is a BIG EVENT - ALL of the ghosts should be there.

ANYWHO.

It’s AMAZING how attached Hetty became in just a short while to Sam.  She went from “ew I hope we’re not related” to “Eh, she’s nice” to “How dare you murder my kin - I love her” real fast.  

I can’t believe she accuses Trevor of murder though - Trevor is NOT the murdering kind, Hetty.  Literally, Alberta has buried bodies, Flower has chased down runners, Thor’s an actual murderer, and big spoilers here: your son (should be grandson) murdered one of your own and you’re accusing him without letting him explain???? RUDE.

Side note, Pete raised his hands to stop her and potentially step in. He's the mediator for the ghosts, so this makes total sense.

I LOVE that Trevor defends himself.  He looks SO YOUNG and AFRAID, but like he does with the ‘embarrassment’ conversation - he stands up for himself.  He just wanted to beat the vase - he wasn’t thinking about Sam or anyone else getting hurt.  He just wanted to win - and he would never hurt anyone.  

He also wanted to prove himself, so this is truly terrible.

This moment right here is when it became clear that Trevor was far too innocent (might not be the right word) and kind to really be the image he projects.  

Poor kid.  

Also, one thing to note - I think he’s afraid that he might’ve caused Sam to die young because he absolutely reliving his own death.  As the most recently dead, there’s no way that he’s not flashing back to his death.  

OMG that makes Hetty accusing him of murder & the situation where everyone’s looking at him like he’s guilty SO MUCH WORSE.

For some reason, I don’t have a gif of Pete saying that he’s right and defending him, but I am like 95% sure that he did it and I’m SO GLAD that Trevor has back up because no one else was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and that just bites.

Trevor deserves better.

Okay - when did Jay change?  Did he leave Sam to change?  

Also, Thor - Husband guy = sad, of course he is!  Sam’s nearly dead and might not make it!  Why wouldn’t he be sad.

OOOOh - Isaac makes a good point - they fought over this dumbass rundown house and he would feel SO GUILTY if she didn’t make it.  Like fighting over the house and then she dies - ouch.  Anyway, I can’t imagine how terrified Jay is right now.  

Side note - what did the ghosts in the shed/basement think about these events?

Poor Jay.

I love this tidbit about Flower.  We learn right away that she cares deeply for Ira and that he was WITH her when she ‘wandered over to the property’.  

Also, it’s so weird how connected she is to Ira only for her to later say ‘she’s got commitment issues, man’.  

Side note, she tries to cover up Ira’s feelings for her with “also, bear.”  So...

So, we learn something about Pete, too.  

A) Married to Carol

B) Fought with her the day he died. 

Pete looks so chill talking about the fight with Carol and just sitting there like... life lesson quietly.  

OMG this Speech about how you never know when the last moment is going to be and how important it is.  And it’s SO GOOD seeing Sam&Jay - particularly Jay as Jay goes through hell watching her go through all these things and just HOPING that she makes it through.

Side note - obviously, it’s the show so they wouldn’t hire Jay’s parents/sister for this one scene, but with knowing that ALL Bela did was send some flowers, I have to wonder if he went through this alone?  Because they could’ve just mentioned his family supporting him in through this.

In fact, based off the off-hand remarks about the money, I assume that his parents were less than supportive - I really, really want more on that.  

Poor Jay, though.

ANYWAY, that’ll come later.

OOOOOKAYYYYYY.  So, Pete ruins a fantastic speech by remembering what the fight was about - which that’s one of the dumbest fights to have and not resolve.  

This tells us ALOT about Carol/Pete - they fought about something small, didn’t bother to make up and then he died.  He says he thinks that she did it to spite him because ‘she didn’t even like donut holes’, and we know she was cheating, but you have to wonder - how did they get there?  How did a 16 year marriage get to that kind of place?  

Also, knowing what we know about Pete ‘taking it’, I wonder if they both had like a score card?  I wonder when things fell apart?  I wonder if Carol was as hurt that Pete died after such a pointless fight?  I really want to know.

OOOOOOH, Side note - is this the only time Hetty uses a shortened name?

LOL - Pete’s just like “Okay, calm down - anyway, life is precious” like he didn’t just spaz about donut hole fights.

LMAO - what an ending - Thor is like “Donut holes?”  and Pete is just like “It’s - well, nothing...”

Still, this scene gave us good info on Trevor, Pete, and Flower - the youngest ghosts whose deaths are the closest all have stronger reactions to what happened.  

Pete & Flower talking about their deaths in some detail.  

Trevor looks white as a sheet, very freaked out in the beginning about possibly causing Sam’s death.  He absolutely doesn’t want someone to be dead because of him.  Poor Trev has been through it.

Thanks for reading :). Feel free to chat :)

[always-rolling-my-eyes]

I love that your blog has become a safe space to discuss this new scandal involving Glen Powell and Sydney Sweeney. It’s interesting to hear everyone’s thoughts on the subject.

I do think their activity is certainly suspicious, but some people are jumping the gun a bit. Everything is still speculation but I’ve seen comments on Instagram and Twitter saying they DID cheat/he and Gigi did break up. Like there’s no confirmed news. But am I concerned that he did cheat? Yes. I’m sure that they COULD be close friends, but some of those pictures don’t sit right with me. Of course, I’m not part of any of their relationships, so I wouldn’t know how they personally feel. I just saw an interview from CinemaCon and he was like “I love when she calls me [Top Gun]”. I could be reading too much into it because of all these rumors but there were some flirty vibes. I feel that they’re certainly playing up the rumors, possibly for PR. And I think people might be reading too much into Gigi’s posts/stories, but some of it does give reason to doubt.

Anyways, I think Gigi is super pretty and seems cool. She and Glen looked really good together, so it would be so disappointing to hear that they broke up/he cheated. (In my personal opinion, I think she’s prettier than Sydney, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder + No offense to her fans 🫶.)

I’ve never disliked Sydney, but I’ve never been a fan either, especially because I never watched Euphoria. But the way people are just defending her? For sure, IF they had an affair, it would be Glen’s fault. But Sydney would also be at fault! I saw a post saying it would be 95% Glen and 5% Sydney. That doesn’t seem right to me. Yeah, Glen would be 100% in the wrong, but Sydney would have had to have been aware that he had a gf too, not to mention her own fiancé.

I also heard that some people are happy about the potential break up between Sydney and her fiancé because he’s older than her and gives off groomer vibes. I don’t think that it’s true (regarding the break up), but they still shouldn’t condone Glen and Sydney…. Like you’re okay with cheating???

Also, I didn’t know all that stuff about Glen Powell’s mom. Everyone is entitled to support their own political beliefs but yikes….

Anon, this ask has been sitting at the bottom of my inbox all day and I am so sorry because atp most of it is null and void due to the break up confirmation

Thank you for the kind words and for taking the time to share your thoughts 🙏🏻

[system-failure404]

When I first saw this post I had a lot of ideas of what I could add on to this conversation, buuuuut now I don’t really remember them… Funny how amnesia works like that. I’ll try to remember what my “main points” were as best I can.

I’m not really sure where to start, so I guess I’ll just begin with my relation to the neutral label, and my recent confusion with it. These posts even highlight it some, because if pro-endo/anti-endo is defined by whether or not I believe endos exist, then I’m pro-endo. The human brain is super weird, so I don’t see why it couldn’t create alters without trauma. However, endo neutrals are later defined by their feelings towards endos, that they “don’t care”. And if that’s the definition we go by, then I’m still endo neutral? I’m in no way saying confusion over label definitions is why some or even any other endo neutrals identify that way. There is a common sentiment in neutral spaces that I used to strongly agree with that “I don’t know if systems can exist without trauma, I am not a psychologist, I can’t tell what’s going on in your head, and I don’t really care.” This, in my opinion, is undeniably neutral. My opinion has since evolved to “why wouldn’t our brains be able to do that?” but my feelings… almost apathy (?) towards endos has not changed. I could not care less what your system origin is, just be nice and I have no problems with you. However, a lot of pro-endos seem to be overjoyed about the existence of endos. There are LOTS of posts about how much they love endos, how much good endos do, how awesome they are, etc. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with this, it just makes me feel like this is a label I can’t use? Every pro-endo post I’ve seen is full of positive emotions and regards that I just… don’t have. I don’t care, but I am endo safe and I believe they exist, so am I pro-endo or endo neutral? When it comes to syscourse it can feel like two extremes of either loving endos or hating them, and I’d certainly rather love than hate, but I also can’t force emotions that just aren’t there…

I am pretty anti-syscourse. I feel like I had more to say about this and more of a connection to draw when I first saw this post, but at this point I have no idea what it was. I just think maybe wanting everyone to stop tearing each other apart about endos and taking a neutral stance could maybe be related somehow? Something to consider. (That said, I understand why endos and their supporters feel the need to defend themselves and I respect those who are willing to fight, as it were)

People having more important things going on in their lives to worry about than online discourse is such a big thing to highlight, especially in this community where many people are traumatized, and indeed potentially still being abused. I know when I first started learning about syscourse, I learned enough to come to my neutral stance, then set it aside and let it be for quite a while because I was still trying to figure out our system and adjusting to our new life. And as someone who doesn’t know any other systems irl (and is too shy to interact with others online 95% of the time…) the existence of endos just doesn’t really affect me. Like at all. (Although… harassment regarding my views of endos might affect us! 😱😰 We’re a baby blog and have flown under the radar so far, but we hear it happening to others!) So if I don’t spend a lot of time online, I don’t really have much of an inclination to form an opinion. Especially when way bigger things are happening to me. I hope this is something people keep in mind when thinking about endo neutrals. You never know what someone is going through.

Also, I agree with the endo-safe/not endo-safe bit. I saw a different post advocating their use and I am so happy these tags exist! I see people talk about being neutral but anti/pro leaning, and these tags give an easy way to convey that! I can’t recommend these tags enough, as it also takes away some of the fears endos have of not knowing if you’re safe to interact with.

I just want to end by saying a greatly appreciate this response. In a lot of communities with all kinds of different discourse, it’s very common to see people “villainize” (can’t think of a better word rn) those who are neutral or undecided on where they stand. Often if you don’t pick a side you are immediately seen as another bad guy. In certain situations I can see where this is coming from, but as someone who takes a long time to make up their mind, this blind grouping of everyone who is currently somewhere in the middle ground/undecided as bad is really hurtful. Sometimes it can feel like everyone is trying to convince me I’m evil for not throwing myself definitively on one side of every conflict I come across. So seeing someone who is not endo neutral understanding and defending our position is such a nice breath of fresh air. Honestly, from the bottom of our heart, thank you. I wish more people were understanding and compassionate to more “moderate” groups like this. Sometimes I just need more time/information to come to a decision.

(Sorry about the ramble, I just have a lot of feelings about this!)

Just wanted to say when it comes to endo neutrals, I really can't help but sneer at them because like... Even if they don't realize it, they're basically saying "I'm neutral to whether you exist or not". And you can't be neutral to the fact that we exist, you know what I'm saying?

Imagine if you said "I'm neutral to gays" or something. "I'm neutral to POC". Like I can't be the only one who feels that way right-

I do feel what you're saying, but I also understand the viewpoint of neutrals.

I very much see the "I'm neutral to whether you exist or not" part, which yes. It hurts. Because yeah, how can you be neutral on someone's existence? It's not exactly like we're over here both existing and not existing. I'm sure you're here, anon, because of my endo neutral post on how I don't trust them because they're an unknown, and I still stand by that.

But also, some people just... don't care. And maybe some people will claim I'm a bad person for this, but I respect that. There's things in life I don't care about. I think it's ridiculous to force a group of people who often struggles with dissociation, memory, and having a stable opinion on things to pick a side in admittedly niche discourse, especially since many of them are still in actively traumatizing situations. Sometimes people just have bigger issues in their lives.

I do wish endo neutrals would do research and inform themselves so that they can take a more definitive stance, but I also recognize that as an unrealistic ask. I think that instead neutrals should think about including the "endo safe"/"not endo safe" dichotomy when it comes to sysblr. Because one can be neutral, and still decide whether or not their post/blog is safe for endogenic systems to interact with.

[heliads]

Can you pls do Andrew Garfield's Spiderman x fem reader where the reader is snarky, sassy, charismatic and confident, and like, she figures out his secret, surprising him in the suit, he gets distracted, some villain tries to attack him, but reader defends him because she actually has pyrokinesis? And it works like fire bending from avatar the last Airbender? thanks in advanceee

this is the third request i have received for a tasm!peter parker x reader with fire powers and although i love writing them i cannot help but wonder why this combination is so popular

also i have yet to see avatar the last airbender so idk what firebending is like but i Did My Best

masterlist / part two

Peter Parker has never felt more nervous in his entire life. His fate draws closer and closer, pacing between the rows of desks as if it can sense his fear. This has to go well; he doesn’t know what he’s going to do if it doesn’t. Too late for thinking, though- it’s over, it’s here. Peter sends a silent prayer to whoever’s listening that this will at least happen quickly.

The math quiz slams onto Peter’s desk with a limp thud. It’s been turned over so no one can see the grade, which isn’t a good sign. On the other hand, it has not been handed back folded in half around a teacher’s accusatory glare, so at least he’s got that going for him. The only thing to do now is to check.

With the air of someone examining radioactive remnants of a nuclear bomb, Peter tentatively flips over the quiz. Instantly, he feels a relief crest over him at the sight of the ‘95’ emblazoned in red ink on the front. That actually might save him.

Peter can’t help but glance up at the front of the room, at a girl sitting a few rows in front of him. She’s just received her quiz, too, although Peter can’t see what she got from here.

Within moments, the girl turns back to Peter, just as eager to see how this plays out as he is. Peter casually holds up the quiz, baring the scarlet 95 for her to see. He’s expecting a frustrated groan, or maybe even the triumphant smirk of someone who’s managed to beat him, but instead the girl just laughs and holds up her own 95. They’ve tied. Again.

Peter doesn’t know how to think about Y/N L/N. He’s not even sure when their little grades-based rivalry began, but it’s as strong as any other form of armed conflict. She’s like the Anne Shirley to his Gilbert Blythe, only in the first book of course, except Peter has absolutely no intention of ever liking Y/N. Ever.

He was hoping he’d be able to eke out a win this morning, but it looks like that won’t be the case. A shame, but at least he’s got science later today, and he’s usually better at that. The amount of time he’s spent trying to codify his web fluid has certainly helped for that.

Y/N appears to be feeling similarly, because she catches up to him after class. “Feeling disappointed?”

Peter shrugs. “I don't know what you’re talking about. A 95 is a fantastic score.”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “I’m talking about the fact that you couldn’t beat me. Guess I’m just too good.”

Peter can’t help but laugh. “As I recall, you couldn’t beat me either. Guess it’s me who’s really just that good.”

Y/N sighs dramatically. “Whatever you want to tell yourself, Peter. We all know the truth.”

Peter arches a brow. “Which is?”

Y/N smirks, as if hoping that he’d ask that question. “That I’m way better than you, obviously. It’s a pity you’re still in denial.”

Y/N turns down a hallway to her next class, pausing briefly to wave a cheery goodbye to him before she goes as if they’re the best of friends. They’re not, of course. Peter could only ever think of her as a rival. Definitely not anything else.

Besides, he doesn’t have time to think about Y/N L/N in any great or considerable detail, and especially not to come to terms with the fact that his feelings for her may have shifted in the past couple months. Over the last weeks of Spider-Man patrols, Peter keeps noticing something strange, and he needs to figure it out fast before something happens.

The incidents started slowly at first, but they keep happening and happening. Initially, they had been small, just small areas of damage, but they’ve been growing as of late. Two cars explode with no one inside them and no witnesses. A dozen cables on a bridge melt, snap, and cause half the bridge to collapse. Roads are bubbling and turning unusable, forcing the entire city into highly populated, narrow areas.

It has to be connected. There’s no way it isn’t connected. All of the attacks have to do with excessive heat, maybe even fire. Peter just doesn’t know what it could mean, or how to fight it. Eventually, he realizes that all he can do is watch and wait for something he can web up.

His chance comes soon enough. Peter’s been carefully monitoring weather maps and live climate sources of the area, trying to pinpoint exactly when and where the temperatures are rising. About halfway through history, Peter gets an alert on his phone: something’s happening again.

A quick glance at the maps and Peter is certain of it. There’s an office building a few blocks down, and the base of it is currently displaying a range of temperatures usually only seen in wildfires. He’s got to catch this guy, whoever’s doing this. This might be his only chance.

Peter slips out of the room and down the hall. He just thinks he’s managed to avoid detection, which is good. Being caught skipping class would only raise questions about why he’s racing out of the school at a time like this.

Peter’s out of the school as he can, hurriedly turning into an alley not far from the apparent scene of the crime. He tosses his backpack behind a tall stack of shipping crates abandoned by some woebegone moving company, and hurriedly starts to tug on his suit.

He has to work fast. Peter has no idea how long this thing will last, so he needs to get there as soon as he can. Peter is just sealing up the suit and reaching for his mask when he hears a distinct cough coming from behind him.

Instantly, Peter’s blood runs cold. He turns around slowly, and feels an absolute panic reach him when he realizes that Y/N is standing before him, arms crossed over her chest.

“Hello, Peter. It’s a surprise to see you here.”

Peter panics, he can’t help it. Surely she can’t be the one to see him in the suit. “Who’s Peter?”

Y/N gives him a look. “You, obviously. Your mask isn’t on, I know who you are.”

Peter considers the mask in his hands and quickly puts it on, not like it’s actually going to do anything. “I don’t know any Peters. I'm just, you know, Spider-Man.”

Y/N’s lips twitch up in a smile. “I saw your face two seconds ago, this actually isn’t making any sort of difference.”

Peter winces. “Yeah, but I’m kind of wishing it would.”

He’s prepared for any sort of situation, but Y/N doesn’t look like she’s about to sell him out. Instead, she almost looks sort of pleased with herself, the same kind of expression she wears when she figures out an equation or tricky variable before him.

A sudden thought occurs to him. “Did you already know I was Spider-Man? Is that why you followed me down here?”

Judging by the surprised glint in Y/N’s eyes, Peter’s right. “I mean, I guessed, but I didn’t fully know until now.”

Peter nods slowly. “How did you know? I thought I was being careful to keep this whole thing a secret.”

Y/N opens her mouth to respond, but her expression falters. Peter follows her line of sight past him and towards a figure starting to emerge from the other end of the alleyway. It’s a man about six inches taller than Peter, dressed all in armored black. His hands are smoking, the barest hints of fire still emanating from his fingers.

Peter swears under his breath. “You need to get out of here, now. This guy is dangerous.”

Y/N starts to back away slowly, but both of them know it’s too late. The man on fire has noticed them now, and is stalking towards them down the alleyway. He raises his hands and twin clouds of fire erupt over his palms, the air crackling from the sheer heat.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to know what would happen if you lit a spider on fire. Guess we’re finding out today.”

Peter can’t help but groan at the man’s words. “That is so dramatic. Can’t you guys be normal for once?”

Y/N laughs behind him. “I hate to say it, but I think that’s a little too much to ask.”

She’s not wrong. Drama is practically a part of the deal around here. Peter can’t even complain, he jumps off of buildings and swings around on spiderwebs. No one is safe.

Least of all them right now. The guy is only growing closer, and although Peter is able to shoot off some webs and stall him, it won’t last forever, not as long as the guy can still conjure up fire. The temperatures are just too high, they’re melting Peter’s webbing like sugar strands in the summertime.

The man is still coming, though. He raises his hands to deliver a blast of fire right at them. Peter instinctively moves to stand in front of Y/N; at least he can make sure she’s alright. However, she just steps around him, back in the man’s range. Either she’s as blind to risk as Peter seems to be, or-

Or she’s got a plan. The man launches a volley of flames at the two of them, but instead of being engulfed in fire, it never reaches Peter. Instead, it flies directly towards Y/N, and she seems to catch it in her hands, molding it to shape and hurling it back at the man.

Their attacker seems stunned, just like Peter, but isn’t willing to give up just yet. He directs another round of fire their way, but meets the same end. Every time, Y/N redirects it, completely controlling every last tongue of flame.

It’s clear that she’s going to win this fight, too. Whereas their attacker seems to struggle with the fire, attempting to muscle through each attack, Y/N controls the flames with ease. A barest flick of a finger is all it takes to channel enough fire to burn down a building, while the other man sweats and scowls as he tries not to die.

Eventually, Y/N is able to get the upper hand and forces the fire back into the man. He’s pushed back by it, stunned, and Peter sees his chance. Quickly, he webs up the guy’s hands, affixing him to the wall of the alleyway so he can’t do any more damage.

Peter tugs off his mask and breathes a sigh of relief, treasuring the influx of cold air now that flames aren’t so close to him. “I think you should have told me about that a lot earlier. It would have made things way easier.”

Y/N just grins. “Then you should have told me you were Spider-Man.”

Peter frowns. “You never did tell me how you figured that out, by the way. I thought I was careful.”

Y/N shrugs. “You were. I don’t think anyone else knows I saw you keep sneaking out of school, or hiding something in your backpack. Also, every time there was something wrong in the city, or Spider-Man was seen out fighting crime, you’d come to school the next day covered in bruises.”

Peter tilts his head to the side, considering this. “Actually, that makes a lot of sense. Say, I didn’t know you were paying that much attention to me.”

Y/N’s look of studious disinterest is a little too practiced to be real. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Peter steps closer to her, smiling. “I bet you don’t. There would be no reason you were worried about me every time I came to school covered in the aforementioned bruises.”

Y/N refuses to look at him, her gaze trained upon a very interesting stretch of plain brick walls. “Exactly. No worry at all.”

Peter reaches out a hand to gently turn her face back to his. “I would have worried about you, you know. If I had to.”

Some part of him wants to kiss her. Peter isn’t entirely sure where this part of him came from, how long it’s been there, or why it feels like the most right decision he might ever make. Eventually, his choice is made up by the klaxons of police sirens drawing near the scene; apparently, the firefight drew some attention. Looks like Peter has to run before he’s caught in the suit.

He does settle for a compromise, though, and brushes a kiss to Y/N’s cheek before he goes. Peter can’t help one last glance over his shoulder before he disappears into the roofline, and his heart leaps at what lays behind him: Y/N looking back at him, wearing the softest smile he’s ever seen on her. Maybe there’s more to both of them than he first thought. Peter thinks that he’d like to try a little harder to figure it out.

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[raggaraddy]

your writing is amazing 🥺

could i ask for a yoongi version of the reader being shot because of them? your other ones are so good!!!

Family affairs

@dramaclub-thin

A/N: Thank you, sweetheart! I'm glad you're enjoying the series. This one has a bit of OT7 and I hope you like it too. 💜💜💜

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Other parts:

Namjoon

Jimin

Taehyung

Jungkook

Summary: You'd tried so hard to hide your relationship with Yoongi from your father. You knew when he found you were dating someone from a rival club that he'd kill you. You just didn't think it would be literal.

Trigger warnings: Violence, Filicide, Blood, gun usage.

Yoongi

Mafia! Yoongi

Mafia! BTS

"Yes Daddy," you poke your head through the door to his office with a little knock. Normally you would never bother your father while he was working, but one of your brothers came to your room to let you know he was calling for you.

"Ah, Darling. Yes, have a seat." He stands up from his desk, gesturing to the chair ahead of him. "I need your advice on something."

For a moment you get a flutter in your stomach. He never asks you for anything. Your his pretty princess on a pedestal. And he never involves you in anything that a woman wouldn't have been responsible for in the 1950s.

"Of course," you smile, shifting comfortably.

"I know you're tech-savvy, so maybe you can explain this to me. I had some photos printed, but I think there must be something wrong with the camera. Have a look,"

Reaching into his desk drawer as he speaks he pulls out a stack of A4 photos. As he lays them out your eyes jump straight back up at him. Checking for his reaction, a sharp pang of absolute fear hitting you. They're pictures of you and Yoongi, his arm around you when you were coming out of the Bangtan clubhouse.

"I know the camera has to be faulty, because that" he tapes your image, "looks like you. And I know my one and only daughter wouldn't be socializing with those Bulletproof scum."

"Daddy, I-I," you stutter with no idea what to say.

You thought you were so clever, so careful that there was no way he'd ever find out. Even when Yoongi would worry about you possibly being caught you would shrug it off. Your love was invincible and meant to be, and you were smart. No chance your family would ever know you're with Yoongi, and no way his family would ever know you were from a rival gang. As far as they knew, you were just Y/n Brown, the hairdresser from one district over.

But clearly, you weren't careful or clever enough.

Your stark silence is loud enough for your father and he nods a sombre confirmation. "How long Y/n?" He questions.

"Daddy, I don't-"

"How long?!" He's quick to anger, making you jump.

"A few months," you lie, your eyes dropping to your lap. Telling him it's been closer to 18 months is only going to enrage him further.

Slumping back into his office chair he lets out a heavy sigh.

"You think you raise your kids right. To know loyalty and family." He derides looking at you fiercely. "But then you find out your own daughter will open her legs for any cretin. In complete disregard of everything she should know."

You knew it would be awful if he ever found out, you know he is a terrifying dangerous man, but hearing your father's derogatory comments are harder to take than you ever expected.

"What did you tell them?" He sits forward. His demeanour, his expression going from disappointed father to cold mafioso.

Your mouth going dry, you swallow hard. Shaking your head softly. "Nothing."

"Bullshit!" He yells. "You expect me to believe they just let the daughter of Bastille get all cosy with one of the 7 without you giving up something."

This is so bad. You knew your parents, your brothers, the entire Bastille would disown you for this, but they'll actually kill you if they think you've sold them out.

"No. I didn't tell them anything. None of them knows who I am. Only Yoongi knows. And I didn't tell him shit. You know I wouldn't." You defend yourself trying to reign in your distress.

"Well, there's a lot of things I wouldn't think a daughter of mine could do." His voice is so detached. He's stopped looking at you. This is so so bad.

"Dad. I didn't say anything." You restate, fighting to convince him. Feeling like you're trying to prove the case for your own life. "I know the rules. Don't talk to anyone. Not cops. Not friends or enemies." You repeat the words that had been drilled in your entire childhood. You knew nothing, you saw nothing. Those are the rules.

"I don't believe you." He says bitterly.

Your hands are trembling, you're panting heavily. You know being with a rival club member is a stupid thing, but the clubs are in a truce.  And despite your father's opinion, you would never be so stupid as to actually say anything. And Yoongi would never let you, even if you decided to. You did one thing wrong, but you made sure you did everything else right.

Leaning back, he opens his phone book. Searching for a number.

"Dad," You plead for his attention. Raising the phone to his ear he shushes you, placing a finger over his mouth.

You have no idea what to do. You've seen him decimate people for so much less than what he's accusing you of. You don't know how to prove your innocence.

The call answers and you can hear a distant 'hello'.  Putting the phone on speaker he puts the receiver down.

"Warren L/n here. I believe I have something of yours," he says.

"What are you talking about?" You inhale a staggered breath, hearing the familiar gruff voice of Kim Namjoon.

Your dad's plan was simple. If you were telling the truth about Bangtan not knowing who you were, their leader would be confused and concerned that you were with the leader of Bastille. But if they knew who you were, this would be a much more straightforward issue. Namjoon would understand right away why he was calling.

And if you were lying about one thing, he could assume you were lying about more.

"Say hello Y/n." Your dad prompts, his look daring you to refuse.

"Hi," You squeak, nervously chewing the inside of your cheek. Your own safety aside, Namjoon was going to kill Yoongi.

There's a brief pause. The background noise on Namjoon's side disappearing. "Kidnapping women? I didn't realise you were handling that personally now."

"Who said kidnap?" he leads the conversation.

"Then maybe you want to explain what one of our girls is doing with you?" Namjoon growls, sounding protective.

That was enough confirmation for your father. The leader didn't know what was going on. But he was about to.

On Namjoons side of the line, he was pacing back and forth in a closed meeting room at the entrance of the clubhouse. Your father was revealing the secret that you and Yoongi had fought so hard to keep.

The phone call ending, Namjoon was in a rage. Marching across the bar he stormed at the table with other members around it. His maddened expression drawing Yoongi's attention. But the older member didn't have any reason to think this fury was directed at him and so he doesn't react quick enough as Namjoon punches him in the face, knocking him from his chair.

The other boys instantly becoming alert, Jungkook jumps to Namjoons side holding his arm out in front of him, looking ready to intervene. Jimin standing between the floored Yoongi and the enraged leader.

"Hyung, what the hell ar-" Jimin snaps.

"You fucking idiot! Bastille's daughter?!" he roars trying to push through Jimin. Jungkook stepping in to help keep him at bay.

Climbing back to his feet, nursing a split lip, Yoongi's eyes go wide. Completely caught off guard by Namjoon's revelation. "How did you-" he gapes.

"Everything she's seen, everything she knows! Do you have any idea how much you've exposed this club?" He lunges again, bowling the mediating members out of the way. Diving through Yoongi, the two men trade blows as they scuffle on the floor.

The scene quickly gets out of hand, and as Yoongi throws Namjoon through a table, Jin and Hoseok come from a backroom to step in also. The four of them now working to pry the two battling men apart. Jimin and Hoseok holding back Yoongi. The oldest and youngest members trying to keep Namjoon at bay.

"Enough!" Jin scolds with a firm shove to Namjoon's chest. "Someone explain what the hell is going on!"

"Just Suga thinking with his dick, instead of his brain." Namjoon spits.

Shirking off the boys, Yoongi barges forward infuriated by the provocative comment. War breaking out again with a solid hit at Namjoon, a gash opening over his eye. Another difficult struggle beginning for the members, grappling and clawing them apart. Having to fully restrain them to have them stop. Being held as they bleed.

Grabbing both of them by the collar, Jin demands their focus. "The next man who throws a punch leaves here with a bullet in his leg!" He growls. "Am I clear?!" His fist tightens, stiffening their necklines.

"Yes,"

"Yes, Hyung."

The two of them conceded, their energy dropping as their eldest releases them. "Good. Now sit down so we can talk this shit out."

It takes several minutes and a round of drinks, but the room calms down enough for the members to sit down. They send the few 2nd levels out and the 95's girlfriends. The bar remaining with only the 7 original members. Taehyung coming back just as the disclosure began.

Namjoon starts, passing along the information your father had given him. The 6 of them all sharing disappointed, worried or angry glances towards Yoongi.

"She wouldn't have said anything." Yoongi insists, after explaining his side also. Trying to defend his decision. To defend you.

"You can't know that," Jimin argues, flumping back in his seat. Taking a sip with a pissed-off scowl on his face.

"Yeah, we've all been pussy blinded before. You're not thinking clearly." Jungkook snips.

"Maknae-" Yoongi warns. Getting tired of the disrespect that keeps getting thrown his way.

"Hey, watch it." Jin interrupts, correcting Jungkook's blunt attitude. The youngest shrugging, downing the last of his drink.

"Look, if she was giving information to L/n, then why would he call to tell you that he knows." Yoongi disputes. Hoping to bring reason back into the debate.

"He wants to trade. The latest shipment of horse for Y/n." Namjoon answers with a frustrated scoff and a roll of his eyes.

"That's close to 500 K. That's not happening," Hoseok jumps in. The rest of them firmly nodding in agreement.

"Okay, but if that's the case. If he's trying to sell her off, that means she's not working with him. Right?" Taehyung backs Yoongi's point.

"Idiot," Jimin shoves his friend, "It could be a part of the plan. A way to rip us off for half a million."

"Or it could be a set-up," Namjoon adds. "Let's say Hyung's right, and she isn't working with her old man. If we're willing to sit down, if we try to buy her back, it confirms that she knows enough that we're concerned about it."

"I'm telling you, she doesn't know anything. She didn't want to know anything. And even if she did, she's not gonna give it up." Again Yoongi vehemently defends you.

"Well if she doesn't give him anything then L/n kills her." Namjoon finalizes. "To hurt the club, and as retribution for her betrayal."

"What I don't understand is why you would let her go back? If you trust her and you know how ruthless Bastille is, why would you let her keep going back to him?" Jin asks, genuinely baffled.

Standing up Yoongi can't take anymore. He's furious. He's upset. At himself most of all. Feeling to blame for allowing you to be in this situation, he leaves in anger. Needing some time to himself to think.

"I don't know, she seemed pretty cool," Taehyung mutters, leaning into Namjoon. "You don't really think he would kill his own daughter, right?"

It's been 2 days and you've been locked in an empty storage shed at the edge of the property like a captive. Your father turned your world upside down looking for information. His people went through your computer, your phone, your car, your room. Everything that was yours he and his men had raided. And just like you said, there was nothing there. No information about Bastille, and nothing about Bangtan.

"Suga. I'm guessing that's Min Yoongi? Unless you're cheating on him." Your dad muses holding up your phone. That is so humiliating. So many nudes and dirty texts are in that chat. There may not be revealing information, but there was still plenty of personal stuff.

"You know Darling, I don't like to admit when I am wrong, but it looks like you were telling the truth. I can't find any proof that you gave up any family details." He smiles softly, your heart lifting with relief for a moment. "But then I was looking through your camera roll and, in the pictures where you actually have clothes on, it's just full of Bangtan." He comes further into the empty shed, leaning on the wall alongside you. Showing you the screen as he scrolls through. The only entrance being blocked by one of his more grizzly looking men. "See here, there's you and a bunch of them at a restaurant. There's you and the leader. You and the crazy one. Here's a family-style photo, isn't that nice."

He keeps scrolling through shot after shot, exhibiting an entire album full of Bangtan family pictures.

"I'm sure you never expected anyone else to see these. I guess I should have been teaching you not to put the same password for multiple devices." He scoffs. "But the interesting thing, when I'm going through these photos you seem to be really close with all of them. Some of these even go back to last year. Which makes the timeline you gave me a little off."

He shows the details of one of the pictures to you, the time stamp from when you had already been with Yoongi for 6 months.

"This one is from May 2nd. Last year. On the 10th those bastards stole one of my shipping containers. With nearly 100 grand worth of merchandise. Did you know about that?"

"You mean people." You sneer, his characterization of human trafficking as 'merchandise' making your skin crawl.

"So you did know." He smiles coldly.

"I found out- I knew after," you justify. Even as you continue to defend yourself, you have a sick feeling that it's all for nothing.

"I'm really curious what else you know." He hums, walking around the front of you to get back into your eye line.

"I don't know anything," you tell him for the 1000th time with an exasperated shake of your head. Moving away to the far side of the shed.

"Darling, I'm your father and I'm telling you we need to reconcile this. Your mother is worried sick. I'm here losing sleep over this. I'm giving you a chance to repay all the damage you've done. A chance to forget all this. You tell me everything you know about Bangtan, and just like that," he snaps his fingers, "you get to return to your comfortable life."

You don't trust his change in tone or his promises for a minute. You may not have known the darkest parts of who he is, but that's how you can be sure that his offer to forgive and forget is rubbish. Not even the father in him would let you forget a mistake. Especially one this major, not with the way he is reacting. And he's so much more brutal when it comes to Bastille.

"And if I don't?"

"Then you've betrayed your family. And we'll find out what we want to know in other ways." he taps the back of his hand in the other, symbolizing a beat down.

You shake your head hard. You might love your dad. But you don't like him. You've known for most of your life that he was a bad guy. And Yoongi, Bangtan, they might not be the good guys, but they've been the family you've always wanted. There is no way you were telling him even the most insignificant detail.

"Hit me all you want dad, I still don't know anything." You snarl.

"I could never hit my own daughter." He taps his heart, a feigned pained expression on his face. Nodding his head in your direction, he trades places with his man who advances on you.

Breathing hard you step back only to hit the wall.

The tall, square-built man swings. The back of his hand slapping your cheek, the force so strong that it smacks you into the corner sidewall. His hand, like a vice, grabs ahold of your head and mightily slams it into the steel beam running down the sheet metal wall. Pushing your hands against his chest, you weakly attempt to fend him off, but he ends your efforts with another solid wack against the frame.

As blood streams down your head, his focus switches. The majority of his attacks landing on your torso.

With you curled up on the floor, wheezing and gasping for breath, the assault finally stops. But not out of mercy. Even through the ringing in your ears, you can hear the outburst of gunfire in the distance.

Both your dad and his man rush out, leaving you locked away. While it's for an equally terrifying reason, you're thankful to have this time to catch your breath. Although every laborious intake brings agony.

After some time, light floods back into the room, your father standing in the doorway outlined by the setting sun. "I'm sorry Darling. If I had to do this, I hoped it would be a bit more ceremonious. But we don't have the time for that now."

You gasp at him raising his gun at you. He shoots three times. One in your chest, one in your shoulder and one in your stomach.

The shock, the impact takes the breath from you. And you can't draw it back in. Your eyes glassing over, your head filled with nothing but white noise. Feeling a fleeting moment of relief as everything goes quiet and dark.

"Fuck. No!" Yoongi howls. He, Jin and two 2nd ranks had chased after your father as he fled.

Bangtan's siege on his property was highly successful till that point, and he had run downhill to the storage garage. Looking to make a getaway.

The other's continue after him as Yoongi stumbles into you. His steely outer shell crumbling away the moment he sees your body limp and bleeding out.

Falling beside you he leans over shaking and in tears. Kissing your lips gently with heartfelt pleas "I'm sorry Y/n. I'm so sorry. Please don't do this. Please."

Jin doubles back, watching distraught from the entrance as his brother falls apart.

Lifting your head up, Yoongi brings your forehead to his. The movement making you splutter blood. The first sign of life that either of the men had seen.

"Holy fuck, she's alive." Jin gawks, jumping in beside Yoongi pressing on the hole in your stomach. The bullet in your shoulder and chest had both hit bone, stopping the slug from going through, blocking the wounds from severe blood loss. The bullet in your torso shot through your bowls and thankfully not through your vital organs. Meaning your chances of survival were much higher. It was either 3 highly unlucky shots or three precisely placed ones.

"I'm so sorry Y/n." Yoongi's in shock. Devastated and guilt-ridden, and unable to make himself function.

"Dude, get your shit together or she's not gonna make it." Jin smacks the side of his brothers head, snapping him out of his grief-stricken daze.

"Can you save her?" He asks rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Not a chance. But I can keep her alive for a minute until we get to the clubhouse. Call the doc, tell him to meet us there." Jin orders, having much more clarity at this moment. "And get the boys to bring the car around. We're going to need a few of us to move her."

Yoongi follows Jin's lead, wiping the blood from his hands onto his pants to dial.

"Think of it this way," Jin smiles shortly, trying to soothe Yoongi's fear and panic with an ill-timed joke. "If she survives, at least she'll have proved she's Bangtan."

[just-a-little-silly]

Ooh so considering how Aidma’s attachments tie into her magic is it possible for her to have various different conductors? Like say Zeus for instance- could she have anything from him that she could potentially use to channel magic? (hope that made sense) I rly like the idea too and i’d love to hear about your other ocs too if you’d be willing :3

And oohh Aidma becoming the head of the House of Brundle is definitely something I’d like to see! To me it seems like she'd fit the role but one of the twins does make sense as well. And speaking of how Aidma would treat Lulu and Belle like her own sisters- what is her relationship with her own siblings like? In what ways would the twins want to be like her?

Yesyes, the whole motherhood concept that's sort of tied into the Empress is definitely one of the reasons I chose the card for Kaj. She’s naturally very protective and nurturing of those around her.

Also yes yes yes you are so spot on✨! Both Zeus and Hiro act as Kajal’s knights (again depending on the version of events and who she ends up w/) The queen is capable of replicating the moves of all the other pieces save for the knight and idk smthn smthn its interesting bc Zeus and Hiro both protect her in ways no one else does. In short, the knight is a pretty unique piece and Zeus and Hiro form relationships w/ her that are unlike anything shes ever had so eh ← this is rly rough im working on explaining it lmaoo TT

I love morally gray characters! In fact all my WH ocs are morally gray (some more severely than others) I worry sometimes that I don’t write them well enough but I’m pretty proud of how Kajal came out😅

AND OFCC you absolutely can draw her that would be absolutely everything and such an honor🩵🩵!! Kajal losing it is certainly…a scene. Since she specializes in ANCIENT magic that most people aren’t taught how to effectively defend from her bc they haven’t learnt their way around it and it can get gruesome quickly- hence why she doesn't like fights like that. She’d rather not get messy. + I made some pretty fun updates to her spell Evil Eye^^ (and yee her symbolisms are definitely in her wings too)

Kajal and Zeus’s sweet moments are…

I CRY💕💖 they are just so…yes- I have so many fluff scenes in my head but after Zeus’s route he rlyy has to think about what he did and the repercussions- even though he didn’t intend to cause any pain. And to some it might come across as hypocritical of Kajal to be mad at him when her whole thing is deceiving people from the sidelines and pulling strings but the thing is: she has never deceived him in any major way. Always truthful. Never pulled strings if it brought smthn down on his head yk.

She’s a part of a group of six and is close with all of them but I’d say she and Yessenia have known each other the longest (childhood friends) and hence have a special bond. Kajal Abena and Mei Ling are roomates in the night class, Lynn and Safiya are roommates- they all actually met when the night class wasn’t revealed. Kajal would often sneak into the day class dorms to see Yessenia in her free time (sometimes Mei and Abena would join her) and Lynn and Safiya once caught them and voila they just sort of formed a lil group in secret for a bit and they actually managed it w/o being caught. Safiya is like the baby of the group (so is Lynn but she doesn’t like it) she looks up to Kajal and sees her as an older sister figure. Lynn looks up to Mei bc of her self discipline and inner strength. They’re a wonderful found family unit. They do struggle to hold each other back, Mei the most morally upstanding one of them all often fights for her life to keep them from getting up to some nonsense but ultimately fails 95% of the time bc she’s forced to go along with it. One such instance was when Kajal and Yessenia were sent to detention bc of the blackmailing thing (it was the only time Kajal’s ever been caught lmaoo)- Lynn and Safiya wanted to sneak in to break them out, Abena found that amusing and yeahh at least they all went down there and got to witness Yessenia bicker w/ Viggo for a bit (Yessenia x Viggo IM)

Yeahh Kajal is a pretty tough opponent if someone were to target her since she’s Zeus’s partner. Funnily enough tho for the ver where she’s Hiro’s partner she does get accused of being the one to target him😅

Lynn, while genuinely finding joy in her lonesome, just struggles to connect with those around her in general. She’s a siren who casts spells on herself to stay above water so her being on land to attend the academy is already something that's pretty hard for her. She also just has…a lot going on w/ her family- so much so that she fully wanted away from the sea TT

👁️also what could u be planning i wonder…..what are you going to inclu- *gets hit by rock.*

I have to think more about the sound stuff but I chose a veena and the ghungroos bc Kajal is a very musical person- she loves song and dance :33

Ohh I love that Aidma’s weather preference contrasts what u associate her w/!! AND YES U CAN ABSOLUTELY GET DEEPER INTO IT pls i would gobble it up

Are Aidma and Najlynn apart of any oc friend groups? Also I can’t recall if I asked but is Najlynn shipped with anyone? If so who? How did they meet and form a relationship?

Also is the masquerade mask u designed the same one she wore when she meets Zeus again?? I also wanted to ask more about when she lost her memory taken like what is the conversation they have after that? Id love to see the idea of how his parents would respond and react to her developed more too!!

notes on safiya (one of my WH / multifandom oc)!!

anywaysss im answering a few questions i got from @eye-cri (eeeee bc im so happy to :3)

okie so yes!! safiya is a prefect (she becomes one around the same time as liz (so, after rem) when her friends convince her to try for it. honestly, she kinda is like joel TT. safiya is so fun bc she says whats on her mind and will sometimes manage to do it in the most unbelievably tactless way possible but shes rarely ever intending to be flat out rude. like she just says things sometimes, its great. she, like liz, got an acceptance letter, started off as a provisional student and then got her place at the academy (she and liz pretty much have the same starting tbh, they’re both from villages tho safiya’s family is still very much alive). also she’s pretty good friends with joel, luca, amelia, scarlett and augustus- she and liz get along but they tend to argue from time to time.

also about the boots omg what was i thinking looking back at it, it rly is smthn but honestly its so very safiya in a way i can’t fully articulate rn TT

additionally, i’ve decided i may ship her w/ elias :DD idk just think that’d be a cute pairing-

(also note: some of my oc lore does change from time to time depending on the characters and whatnot tbh but usually it doesnt- unless i forget stuff HELP-💀)

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

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“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we��re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit

[chrisevansluv]

The respect I had for him really went to shit after all this circus. Even when they made it “official”, despite seeing several red flags, I thought “Oh well, they are two grown mature adults, right?” The problem is that his behaviour and all the shit show surrounding her friends, the ynb (why tf is a grown ass woman trying to “defend” the mf??), his replies, the blocking, the video, etc., is all so fckn cringey!!!! There’s absolutely no way I’ll ever see or respect him as I did back a few years ago!! I’m staying on this blog because I also love drama and gossip, and tbh I kinda enjoy seeing the fandom falling apart for a man who clearly is extra problematic and ngl pathetic… his films have honestly never been good, and he’s a terrible “actor”. His career only took off because he’s “handsome”, and his entire team completely relies on that. Just another pretty white boy playing pretend.

Another anon:

"Holy crap everything’s become a shitshow 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I’m stayin’ for the gossip and drama!!! Everything about this is so lame and entertaining!!!! LIVING!!!"

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I'll be honest... Some fans are literally asking to get that block from him, and I mean literally spamming his mentions with tweets dragging him. It's a shitshow from both sides. And both sides are acting like 5 y/o. You know, take a look at the fandom and you'll see a 10% of the idol.

And this is all happening because of validation. Chris is looking for validation from people outside his fandom, since people in his fandom keep dragging him, and people in his fandom are looking for validation from more people in the fandom. Like, if you get that block, that means you don't support him and Alba. Yet we know damn well 95% of this people will crawl back to him as soon as he dumps her, and will regret pushing him to hit that block button.

This whole thing is a shitshow because it has shown his most active part of the fandom are a whole ass group of clowns, and Chris is the biggest clown among them.

It's ridiculous, yet so entertaining to watch

[violettelueur]

ITADORI YUJI + GOJO SATORU + INUMAKI TOGE || WITH A POWERFUL SORCERER

| featuring : itadori yuji + gojo satoru + inumaki toge from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and a lot of my side comments

| form : headcanons

| published : 29 november

| request : i really love the aesthetic of the layout of your blogs so if you can, can you do a headcanon with gojo, inumaki, fushiguro and or itadori where the reader is more power or as power as them. i honestly don’t mind if it’s gender neutral or female.

| barista’s notes : hi there! thank you for liking the aesthetic of my blog ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ and once again, i can’t sleep for some reason and it’s 2am on a sunday ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ also, i know you asked for fushiguro as well but i had already written a hcs kind of the same as this one here. BUT i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come again soon!

ITADORI YUJI:

This little sunshine will be the most amazed boyfriend ever after seeing you training with whoever you were facing.

You were most likely training with Gojo since you were one of the students that had the most potential to become a special grade sorcerer just like Todo and many others.

He would just cheer you on and once you’re done, he would rant on all the amazing things you did - even though you knew what you did during the whole fight.

“Babe, that was so amazing! The way you managed to create a weapon out of nowhere and then, and then the way you nearly roundhoused kicked Gojo-sensei was amazing!”

Yes, you were disappointed that you didn’t win the fight - like what were you expecting girl? This is Gojo Satoru we are talking about - but when Itadori hypes you up and tells you what you didn’t was amazing, you can’t help but give him the most bright smile and crush him into a hug.

He’s just so cute that you can’t

After your training session, he would ask if he could become strong like that - to which you obviously encourage him that he has the capability to become powerful like you, maybe even stronger since you knew once he was able to maximize his curse energy use, lowkey it was over for you.

Of course like Fushiguro (in my other headcanons), he would ask you to teach and train him to become stronger and you do - since you are an amazing partner.

He would also compliment you when you are teaching him like “Babe! You explain this better than Gojo-sensei, you should become a teacher!”

Girl, if you don’t blush at this…..I don’t know what will

However, there would be times where he feels helpless because sometimes you have to protect him, but you remind him that he was just starting out and he was already doing so much progress - more than you did when you were at the same stage as him.

On the low, his progress really did shock you - you didn’t say that to make him feel better, you were just genuinely shocked at how fast-paced he was learning everything.

In conclusion; Itadori will compliment you and hype you up every single day as he feels lucky that a powerful jujutsu sorcerer like you was with him - to be honest, you were lucky as well, you got your own little hype man.

GOJO SATORU:

Oh no…..Gojo Satoru…..

Every single day will be a bloody competition between the both of you, there was just no end to it - kind of like Kakashi and Guy from Naruto (yeah that kind of relationship)

And every time you and Gojo would have a competition, it was a wonderful sight to behold, to the point where every student and jujutsu sorcerer would sit down somewhere and watch what was going on.

Let’s just say, it ended in a tie at least 95% of the time - 2.5% in his favour and 2.5% in your favour.

However, what the people around you watching didn’t know is that every time both of you would fight each other, there was always a forfeit.

“If I wish honey~ I hope you can last the whole night today~”

I-.......personally…..I would purposely lose…….wink

“Oh? And if I win, you gotta give me your credit card to let me go on a shopping spree”

Since the day you both started dating, you knew Gojo was rich babyyyyyy

However, excluding the competition fights, Gojo is extremely happy that you are as strong as you are. This gives him less of a worry about your safety since he knows that he attracts a lot of high-grade curses and you being able to defend yourself was something he finds very sexy.

“Honey~ you looked so hot fighting that curse”

“Satoru idiot, maybe concentrate on the mission right now and stop being a pervert”

Oh yes, you and Gojo will go on missions together, even when you weren’t asked to accompany him, he will drag you out of your room to make you come with him.

If he was assigned a partner - Gojo rather go alone, to be honest - he would tell them that they weren’t needed and that you would take their place.

“Since when did I offer to take their place dumbass?”

“Since now my love~”

In conclusion; there would be many many competitions between the both of you causing many bruises and injuries that Ieiri will have to heal, but she really doesn’t mind, she just happy that you are the reason why Gojo doesn’t annoy her every day.

INUMAKI TOGE:

Inumaki really highly respects you since you were very powerful, even though you weren’t from a jujutsu sorcerer clan like he was.

From the sidelines, he would excitedly clap for you after your training battle with Gojo-sensei and would praise you in the best way he can as well as asking if you are okay since he was worried about any injuries that you could have gained after

“Leaf mustard?” 

“Yeah, don’t worry I’m fine, I might get some bruises later on though,”

After that, he would quickly take you to Ieiri really quickly to make sure you were fully okay and not just ‘yeah bruises might show later on though’

But during your walk there, he would continuously praise you with a bright expression - since you could only see half of his face - making you really happy since you could tell he was really proud of you.

You felt like you bloody climbed to the top of Mount Everest when he complimented you, it just made you feel butterflies in your stomach knowing your boyfriend was hyping you up.

“Tuna Tuna!”

“You think I’m really that good ha? Thank you so much, but you are also amazing Toge!”

Of course, he would deny what you said, causing you to compliment him even further since he wasn’t going to take it easy.

“What do you mean you’re not? You can legit stop me by saying ‘don’t move’ you have even had to lift a single finger baby”

Of course, the boy would blush but if that was what was going to make him take your praise then so be it.

In conclusion; both you and Inumaki would continuously compliment each other to the point where it’s like a battle, you both motivate each other and encourage one another by praise and that’s what made your relationship so strong.

[rcksmith]

The sin you make me commit. — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “omg i’ve been reading everything in ur acct, i love ur writing sm! could you do fluff 27 and smut 6 and 95 for five?”

“hello, love. can i request five hargreeves with fluff prompt 50 and smut prompt 54 if it's alright with you? thank you 💓”

Fluff prompts:

27. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

50. “She don’t compare to you. No one does.”

Smut prompts:

6. “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

54. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

95. “What are you doing in my bed?!”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Thank you for requests💖 I hope you guys like💖 English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Resume: You're Diego's best friend, but Five desires you to much.

Couple: Five Hargreeves/Fem!Reader.

Warnings: swearing, explicit smut, dirty talk, fluff too. Smut smut.

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Liking Five Hargreeves was ... stressful. If you could define all the whirlwind of feelings and emotions, you would use that word. Okay, maybe you would use two words: stressful and exciting.

Exciting because Hargreeves looked like an angry young god. Always with a malicious smile, a penetrating look and an energy that made any environment submit to him. Everyone felt the intense vibration that emanated from every inch of that tall, slim and thin 28-year-old body.

The dark hair like sin and the white skin like alabaster brought a sublime contrast, making your mind sail through dangerous and turbulent waters. Everything about him turned you on like hell. The voice was hoarse and arrogant, the laughter boastful, the posture of all that tall body. It was too much for you.

But everything about him also stressed you out like hell. Five Hargreeves was unbearable. And just as he was aware that he possessed an overwhelming beauty, he also knew that he was exasperating. And Five don’t give a shit for it.

But it wasn't just the personality that took you seriously. It was the girls. Five had half the women of that city wrapped around him finger, at the mercy of whatever desire he had, giving himself up on a gold tray if he asked.

Jealousy. It was clear and perfect what you felt. Jealousy so visseral that you rolled your eyes every time you were in the Hargreeves' kitchen, drinking coffee with Allison and Diego, and you saw Five appear with a purple hickey on his neck.

You had to control every fiber of your being so as not to break the mug that you were holding, so strong that you squeezed the porcelain. It was unbearable. Unbearable because you wanted him madly. With every cell of your being.

It is unbearable because you couldn't have him.

Truth be told, an involvement with Five would cause a hubbub. You are a friend of Diego's for a long time. The two of you met at the police unit, when You were recruited after graduating from college at the age of 22. Diego had been assigned to be you partner and, although he was pissed off at first because he practically had to babysit, the two of you ended up becoming inseparable.

The years passed, the friendship became stronger and, when Diego was expelled from the police, you were there to help him in any way he needed. And that only boosted friendship even more. Diego Hargreeves was a strong, stubborn and very determined man. Somewhat possessive of the people he loved, since in childhood he never had many things to hold on to and love. So when any light went through the dark room that was his life, Diego clung to that light.

Because that, you know that any romantic involvement with any of Diego’s brothers would awaken the volcano in the knife man. He would be possessed if he found out that one of the brothers was fucking his best friend. Besides, unfortunately, Diego was smart and astute enough not to notice any changes from you with Five if you chose to do something hidden.

So it was better to avoid the drama.

But, avoiding the eruption Diego, was triggering an eruption within you. A very specific and atrocious fire.

And that was exactly what you were feeling right now. Seeing Five walking down the steps of the mansion, his hair disheveled, his clothes slightly rumpled and hickey marks around his neck. If that were not enough to denounce the wild night he had had, the woman who came down behind him would have been enough. Her black dress was wrinkled, her makeup smudged and she carried heels in her hands.

It inflated a colossal jealousy inside you, setting fire to all your nerve endings.

The girl was still beautiful. Stupidly beautiful. Even with the shambles of last night, her blond hair still retained its incandescent shine and her long catwalk legs were stunning.

You snorted, rolling your eyes and making your way back to the kitchen once again.

“I arrived.” You held out the bag of donuts to Diego, who hurriedly opened it.

“How much delay.” He grunted as he stuffed a donut in mouth and turned to the counter, returning with two mugs “Your coffee.”

It was a kind of ritual between the two of you. It started at the police station, when you were still working together, you offered donuts for him and Diego coffee for you. And as the years went by it ended up becoming a symbol of friendship. You brought the food and Diego the drink. Always.

When he was fired, the two of you moved the tradition to his home. That was when the Hargreeves brothers met you, and your presence at the mansion became so normal that you didn't even have to knock on the door anymore, just like Diego at your apartment. After four years of friendship, you and Diego were still there. Unshakable. And maybe that was one of the things that kept you from giving Five any openness too.

“Is it just me or are these donuts getting worse and worse?” Diego complained, and you rolled your eyes.

“You tell me that since our patrols.”

“Because it is true.” He stuffed another candy in his mouth.

“And you still eat all of them.”

“One day I'm going to make a machine donuts my bitch and make better donuts than these.”

You laughed and, when you answered, a blue flash flashed in the kitchen and Five Hargreeves was opening the refrigerator.

You held your breath.

“Don't you have anything decent to eat in this house?” Five grunted and turned to you and Diego, stopping eyes on the donuts

“Do not even think…”

Diego warned, but it was too late, Five had teleported to his brother and snatched the candy from his hand, taking a big bite.

“Bitch.” Diego grunted.

“Good morning, my dear brothers!” Klaus entered the room, smiling and covered in a black feather overcoat. “My brother's dear girlfriend.” He winked at you.

You choked on your coffee, or Diego, or both.

“She's not my girlfriend.” Diego defended himself.

“But I was not referring to you.” Klaus countered and this time it was Five who choked on a piece of donut.

You caught something in the air, something that went down your spine and injected an icy sensation into your heart. A feeling that there was something deeper in those words. Something you didn't know what it was about.

But from the way Five gave Klaus a look that contained the promise of apocalypse, you felt that the two brothers knew very well what it was about.

Diego frowned and looked at you, but you made a gesture with the shoulders and the eyebrows of someone who also didn't understand anything. Then he took it as just another one of the senseless things Klaus said and shrugged, turning to you again.

“Are you going to work on that case today?”

You agreed, drinking your coffee.

“Yes, I managed to find more clues about the dealer.”

“The ones in the alley, isn't it?”

You smiled, are nice and light the way Diego and you had the same line of reasoning, almost like an internal language. He could tell exactly what was going through your head. And all him siblings could see that, too.

Five could see that. And that was the main reason he fucked that blonde until he lost his mind. Discounting all the anger he had felt for months.

Five felt so wrong. So dirty. A bastard of the worst kind for lusting after his brother's best friend so... intensely. Only the devil knew how many times Five touched himself thinking of you, remembering your legs in that tight skirt and high heels, or the moments, like today, when you appeared with a white dress shirt, so tight that your breasts were so marked that it barely left work for the imagination.

Fucking hell! You are a fucking mirage!

“Exactly. I'll tell you later how it was today.”

You smiled at Diego and took your bag from the table, hanging it from the arm fold and drink the rest of your coffee.

Diego stuck another candy in his mouth and stretched his left hand towards you, saying with his mouth full:

“Your collar is crooked again.” He pointed and took his fingers to your collar, tidying up the white fabric

Five squeezed donut himself so tightly that he felt it break in his fingers. God! That was the worst part! When someone touched you. He knew that for Diego and you it was completely normal. Your friendship was very strong, but that didn't stop Five from burning inside.

“Thanks” You smiled and pulled a donut out for you while saying goodbye to everyone and left the mansion.

Diego left the kitchen seconds later, leaving only Klaus and Five there.

“If you made any move, she would be more with you.” Klaus scoffed as he pulled an orange juice.

Five rolled his eyes. Klaus was the only one who knew about his secret crush on you. It wasn't like he said it, but Klaus realized that he was looking at you much more closely, that he held breath when you were too close. And that he always drowned in a night of drinking and casual sex when he saw Diego much near you.

“Shut up.” He stuffed what was left of the candy in mouth.

“Why don't you talk to her? It's not like she's a seven-headed monster. ”

“She is Diego's best friend.” Five pointed out the obvious and Klaus shrugged.

“So? You two are adults, it’s not like you’re in high school.” He drank the juice “I bet Diego would fuck some of your a hottie’s friends if you had any. You two don't need him permission to have sex. ”

Five rolled his eyes.

“Even if I did that. And it doesn't mean that I will!” He pointed to his brother “But even if I did, Y/N never gave any indication that she wants anything.”

“Oh for god's sake” Klaus laughed “Didn't you notice how she looks at you? It is so intense. As if she was undressing you with eyes. It's very hot, actually. ”

Those words rang in Five's mind all day. All afternoon. Blundering any common sense he once had.

Was he so oblivious to your eyes? Five tried so hard not to catch fire when he was close to you that he might have missed the signs of how you felt.

What if he did make a move with you? What if you wanted that too?

It's not like Five wants to hurt Diego. Or if Five had chosen his brother's best friend just because he was a bastard. No, Five didn't wake up on a beautiful day and thought: “Hm, I'm going to fuck my brothe’s best friend.” Do not.

Five was human. And any human with good eyes and a little common sense would be overwhelmingly attracted to you. And besides, they were not children. Diego would be fine.

As Five placed a stone in the dilemma called “Diego”, a colossal wave of indecent images of you sank Five into the deepest ocean. Invading him entire system and injecting all those months of insane desire into his veins again. Now in full force.

Every night Five fucked senseless any woman, just to close his eyes and imagine that it was you. That it was your moans, that was your hot body, your broken kisses. So many months of high denial and physical torture would now explode like an atomic bomb in his system. It physically hurt not to touch you. It was like missing something he never had. Being addicted to a drug he had never tried.

But today Five was going to overdose.

It was one in the morning when Five Hargreeves made a decision. When his whole body burned with his own lustful desire, screaming for him to seek some relief. And it was one in the morning when Five teleported to your apartment, specifically in your bed.

Five didn't know what to expect by going there. He was so overwhelmed with his own emotions that he didn't stop to think about call you phone like a normal human being.

No. He needed to see you. Right now. A long time of self-denial mess a man's head.

Five Hargreeves considered himself to be a very articulate human being, a genius, unshakable. But as soon as he saw you come out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, he would never be able to say anything even if him life depended on it.

As soon as your eyes landed on you, you screamed, jumping two steps back and widening eyes.

“Five? My God, what a scare!” You tightened the towel around your body “What are you doing in my bed ?!”

He swallowed, mind too focused on you to think of any decent response. In fact, there was not one. Five was being as intrusive as possible, and he realized how much you messed with the reasoning in him. How much you messed up and played with him brain.

Five should have said something. Anything. But what he said was: “It's late. Shouldn’t you be asleep? ”

You laughed, a little shocked, a little puzzled.

“Answering my question with a question?" You laughed “Did you forget that I'm a cop?”

Oh no. He never forgot that. In fact, that title just made him want to turn you on your desk and fuck you until you shout him name. Five gave a smile at that thought.

"I needed to talk to you." Then he got up from the bed and went towards you.

Five noticed the exact moment when your breath evaporated. When your skin prickled, your chest rose and fell more intensely, pupils dilated. He was one inches away from your hot body when he saw the delicious blush spread over your angel cheeks. You had such a sweet face!

God, he wanted to break you!

"Wh-what did you want to talk to?" Your voice faltered, and Five realized that Klaus was right.

Oh yes, you wanted him too.

Five drew suspense, raising hand and brushing him fingers along your arm damp from the hot bath water, your skin crawling. You looked like a goddess like that. So disconcertingly beautiful.

"You are so Beautiful." He couldn't keep that thought to himself, and you blushed “I thought you were beautiful from the second I saw you.”

You lost your breath, clasping your hands on the towel, pressing it on your body, your fingers trembling just like your heart. Five's hand went up to your neck, touching your warm skin and running her palm up to your cheek.

“I have been wanting you for so long.”

“You do?” You sighed back, leaning over him touch.

“Every fucking day.”

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Five found it funny, as if it were possible that there was some reality in which he didn't want you so badly. His touch on your skin became firmer, and he moved closer.

“Did you think I didn't want you?”

“Yes” You said “You never did anything, and you've always been with so many women.” Five noticed that you contained an eye roll “Like today's blonde.”

“She don’t compare to you. No one does.” Now he placed both hands on your cheek, gluing your two body, him height being much greater than you.

That seemed to be the right answer, because you responded by canceling the space between the two of you, sticking your mouth to his. Five sighed, as if he had taken water after years in the desert, pressing the touch. You tasted much better than he ever imagined, and when your tongue brushed him, he sighed again.

Five Hargreeves had all the women wrapped around his finger. But only you had he wrapped around your finger.

You put your hands up to his black hair, dropping the towel that collapsed on the floor. You thought that you would be the most anxious person there, that it was you who wished all this time with the greatest ardor. But Five proved you were wrong. The aching groan he gave when he touched your naked body was the greatest proof you needed to know that it was he who had been burning for months in a fierce fire.

Five memorized every bit of you as if it were going to be him favorite memory, rising his hands to your breasts and biting your lower lip as he squeezed your hot flesh. You groaned, or it was him. Or both.

“You are so fucking delicious.” He snarled in your mouth, dropping left hand down your belly, making you clasp your hands in him arms, needing more.

“F-five." You sighed, the core throbbing.

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” Five lowered his mouth to your ear, finding yours smooth folds and swallowing a snarl when he felt how wet you were.

"Y-yes." You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and rummaging around in his hand, desperate.

"Oh, what a dirty little thing.” Then he stuck a finger in your slippery entrance, and you screamed out loud, sobbing and clenching your nails in his flesh. But as fast as he entered he left, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness and a loud grunt “Patience, doll.”

Five pulled you onto the bed, climbing on top of her and guiding you. You went, and followed the commands when he lay down and pulled your waist to him face.

“I need to taste you, doll.” His hands traveled to yours breasts and squeezed them, eliciting a loud groan from you as you shook your head. “Come sit on my face, let me show you how much I missed you.”

"A-anything you want."

Those seemed like the right words, because Five snarled and stuck his hands on your hips, pulling you into him mouth. The warm lips grabbed your pulsing core, making you scream softly as he ate you like a hungry man. Five squeezed the ten fingers on your hips with absurd strength, leaving you not a single inch apart. He feast on your wet pussy, moaning against your necklace as you sobbed loudly and saw stars.

You dropped your hands into him black hair, curling your fingers as you arched your back, closing your eyes tightly as your mouth opened in a silent scream.

“Cum to me, baby.” Five snarled at her clit, and you couldn't control a desperate moan.

“Five!" You screamed when Five dipped his tongue inside you, activating your orgasms that came in long strokes, making you shiver in him mouth.

You don't have time to breathe, to reason, to get out of the cloudy wave of climax. Five pulled your hips to the side, throwing you on the bed and climbing onto his body like a hungry animal. He stuck his lips to yours, making you taste your own as you slid him hands down your thighs, pulling them to line up on him hips.

“F… five…” You gasped, sinking your nails into him back, following him mouth with yours when he pulled away, not letting the desperate kiss go away.

“Delicious little thing.” He snarled, dropping his hands to his belt as he quickly unbuttoned his pants.

Your hands went to him shirt, not having much patience to take care of each button, eventually pulling the cloth with both hands and breaking the remaining buttons.

“Someone here is desperate” Five scoffed, a malicious smile, but him hands worked so fast that you thought that if Five could now change his powers to make the clothes disappear, he would change without hesitation.

“Please." You pleaded, your eyes pleading to have it all.

Five snarled in an animalistic intonation, pulling his dick out of his underwear and lining up at your extremely wet entrance, going in at once, sinking to the bottom of the well, hitting his groin on your swollen clitoris.

You screamed, digging your nails into him skin and arching your back.

"Oh my God!” You moaned loudly, losing your breath for the strength that Five set up the thrusts.

He would hit your body on the bed, leaving you trapped between him body and the mattress, claiming everything that was yours as his. Five pulled a hand to your throat, squeezing there and sticking his mouth to the foot of your ear.

“It is not God, darling. It's me.” He snarled, hitting your walls more brutally.

The sounds in the room were purely pornographic, you and Five were moaning loudly, hitting the headboard against the wall aggressively and assiduously. You would definitely get a fine from the condo for the noise. But, fuck!

You brought your mouth up to Five's, swallowing him moans and muffling your own, wrapping your legs around him hips and pulling him deeper, hitting all yours hot, leaky walls.

Tears pooled in the corner of yours eyes, and Five felt himself ignite with that. He couldn't take much, fucking hell! You were fucking hot. Delicious.

"Such a good pussy!” He groaned on your lips, moving his fingers down to your clit and setting an intense rhythm, making your walls contract against his dick and you scream louder.

“I-I will… I will…!”

“You can cum, baby. I got you!” Five kept his movements and fingers on your clit, making you explode for the second time that night.

He pulled the air between his teeth as he felt your cum spread on his dick, sending all the rest of his sanity into space. Five stuck both hands on your hips, kneeling on the bed and fucking you with absurd force and brutality, shoving as deep as possible inside you and stopping there, pouring all the hot liquid into your deepest centimeter.

You sobbed, rummaging your hips slyly, making sure you took every last drop of it. Five let out a loud breath, coming back at you in breathless searches for air, allowing your hearts to calm down.

"Wow." You laughed softly, tiredly, and Five lifted his head and laughed softly.

“I have wanted this for so long.” He confessed, kissing you again just because he could, not leaving you yet.

“Diego is going to kill us.” You groaned, squinting.

"It will be our secret.” Five kissed down your neck, his hands roaming your body.

You sighed, your body relaxing in him hands. Five looked at you again before saying:

"So... do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

You laughed out loud, putting your arms around him neck and nodding.

“Of course."

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6 vs 9

Thank you for answering my question on Ni and worrying!

I have debated on 6 vs. 9 before, but I’m pretty sure I’m a 9.

Not sure if you want an answer or not, but why not? I’ve got time. ;)

I do see 6 aspects in myself:

Lots of self-doubt and over-thinking. I take commissions as an artist and usually I’m excited to hear about a new commission but then get worried and think I won’t be able to do it / won’t do a good enough job. <- if you are a 9, this could just be your line to 6 and general anxiousness about doing a good job per your (I assume) 1 wing.

Being indecisive when anxious and wanting someone to tell me what to do/solve my problem. <- Hmm, I haven’t talked to my 9 core friends about this a lot, but I do notice some of them consult me in a “this is happening!!!” way and I give them suggestions on what to do, so… I’d say 9s will consult people they trust if they don’t know what to do. Also, did you decide on INFP? If so, indecisiveness is Ne.

I tend to plan for the worst/expect the worst (but hope for the best). <- Pessimism is a human condition. xD

I don’t project, though - I do worry that people may not like me, but I don’t test them to find out if that is the case and I always blame myself for it (i.e if they don’t like me it must be because I’m boring or weird or not emotionally reactive enough). <- I used to do this way more when I was young. I’d send an e-mail, get anxious if I didn’t get a normal prompt response, comb back over what I said searching for anything that might have upset them, and feel anxious for no reason assuming someone is mad at me. I would send out little feelers to see what was going on – quick texts or notes in a friendly tone to see if that generated a response. Now I just assume, when that anxiousness kicks in, that as adults, we’re all busy. But self-blaming is a condition of Fi, and not related to Enneagram type, IMO.

Also, I don’t provoke people to examine reactions. In fact I hate conflict (the classic “raised voices = yelling” 9 issue is true for me; in 95% of arguments I’m the peacemaker trying to find middle ground between other people). <- with me, it depends. I have zero problems with conflict at home or arguing with my parents / family members, but the less I know you and the less I trust you, the more I don’t want to fight with you. It’s true, though, that I have that bratty 6w7 energy that sometimes provokes to get a rise out of my loved ones, which my mother (a 1w9) absolutely hates. It’s hard to shut off, but I try for her sake. Course my father is quarrelsome too, so we’re like a tempest in a teapot sometimes.

I also don’t see many positive 6 aspects in myself:

The ability/desire to build connections and make a security system. <- Interesting. My security is my bank account and having a few people I can count on. It’s not stalking up my pantry, for sure. *cough * weak Si, like what kinds of foods even go together? *cough* Though I work very hard in my family business so we can all thrive, which is a security of its own.

Being loyal to friends and checking in with them to make sure we’re “okay” (I never do this barring an actual argument or something - mostly I ghost people; loyalty is not my strong suit!) <- This is very true of me. If anyone picks on any of my friends, I will get offended and fiercely defend them (even if I have criticisms of them myself). And I do like to stay connected as an extrovert. But following up what I said above, I don’t try to build super close connections as much as I did when I was younger. I’ve realized people have their own lives, and you’re lucky to get their attention at all. But I don’t ghost people. I used to stay in very immediate contact with them.

I feel very little need to connect with other people. My friends are basically my family and in-laws -  about 10 people who I truly trust and would do anything for. I don’t really want more people-related responsibilities. <- lucky little sp-dom introvert. ;) Though I can somewhat relate. More people means more energy going out, and I spend so much of it on my books and hobbies, I don’t have a lot left over. I was laughing with a fellow sp-dom INFP just yesterday about how we are both like “OMG, I have SOCIAL events in October, 5 of them!! I’m going to be so busy!!! Will it be too much???” Chill, girl. They’re interspersed over weeks. Stop over-thinking “invasions of my time!”

Meanwhile, I have many positive and negative 9 attributes:

The core problem of 9, apathy, is a BIG problem for me. Many problems in my life have been caused by not acting, by waiting too long in hopes that the problem will go away, by riding along on easy work (even if it is work I love and is worth doing) and not doing the hard work that would lead to the achievements I really want to make (writing a novel, etc.). I’m not a lazy/apathetic person in general - I can (and do) work extremely hard (I run my own art business and working 12+ hours a day is typical for me). But it’s a mental apathy issue, the quailing at mentally facing hard tasks and ending up doing small easy things that soothe me. <- aww, tho I relate to procrastinating. Being around 9s, it kind of amuses me to watch you self-soothe. Like, shouldn’t you be studying for your math final and not reorganizing the bathroom cabinets? And it seems like 9s can drag their feet even when it’s important until they decide to do it, then nothing stands in their way.

Other 9 aspects/problems I can see in myself:

Being vague - not knowing what I really want and getting frustrated by not having a clear vision of what to do. <- yeah, that’s 9ish.

Suppressing anger and other “negative” emotions because of seeking inner peace/blankness. And if I do express anger (usually in a burst under stress) I feel guilty about it. <- 1 wing, yeah.

Setting up walls between other people and myself because I can’t deal with their emotions. I don’t struggle with the intense kind of “merging” described by many 9s, but I think that might be because I’m Fi-dom and probably sp-dom. But it is still exhausting to handle the emotions, opinions, etc. of many people for long periods of time. <- I need to ask my 9w8 INFP more about this specifically, but I don’t know that she fully merges so much as prematurely (sp-dom) throws up a barrier and says Nope to things, in hopes of avoiding other people creeping into her feelings. And yeah, she finds being around especially temperamental or high energy people difficult, since it’s such a bombardment of drama + her own intense reactions.

Tolerating behavior I don’t like for too long because “they might have good intentions.” Thinking positively of people because believing the worst of them feels mean. <- same for me, Ne + compliant type issues.

I have very strong opinions but I don’t like to argue with other people. I tend to believe that if the truth exists, other people will be drawn to it without my twisting their arm and making them see it. <- that’s nice of you and very healthy Fi-dom. I … will absolutely argue up to a point, then decide it’s not worth my time and pointless.

My motto (good and bad) is often “Let’s wait and see if things improve.” <- haha.

Also, although I do struggle with 6ish self-doubt, when it comes down to it I trust my gut and believe that I know what is best for myself. People can give me advice and I’ll nod and thank them but inside I’m thinking “You don’t know me!” In general I am (or at least appear and strive to be) a cheerful, emotionally stable, positive person. So… I still think 9 gets more points. But honestly, this is one of those things that makes me believe in tritypes because I relate a lot to both of them! Thank you for reading all of this!

Go with your gut. Be a happy little 9. :)

ETA: Regarding relating to them both -- of course you do, 6 is your stress line, so it will show up regularly. ;)

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What sort of asks would you like to receive at this time? Questions about characters? Questions about the worldbuilding of the Cars universe? Questions about how things in the Cars universe compare to things in ours? Questions about scenarios that could have happened in the films, but didn't? Or would you prefer questions of a different nature?

Speaking entirely candidly, I am actually on Tumblr in this, the year 2022, for my sideblog, not this blog. My sideblog is the current love of my life, and I wish my sideblog got asks in the way that this one does! XD You all are very, very, very nice to me.

That being said, I’m not especially yearning for anything over here. Cars-related things I am actively thinking about of my own accord probably relate most to NASCAR itself--though I also try to think about NASCAR as little as possible when it’s not in season. Generally when I talk about NASCAR here I assume I come across as some weird lady screaming random sets of letters and numbers and sounding very angery all the time, because I don’t think there’s necessarily huge overlap between the Pixar Cars and NASCAR fandoms. I know there are some of you out there, for sure! But this blog acts like the fandoms are one Venn circle and in the broader reality I don’t think that’s actually true. 

Stuff I’d talk about unprompted: I’m very glad that JGR is letting the 18 lie fallow for at least a year. I didn’t think I could abide Bowman in the 48 after JJ’s retirement, but having forgiven Bowman for the high crime of having simply done his job in the cleanest and most unproblematic way at Chicagoland 2018, I am now a Bowman defender and the 48 feels undeniably his. But JJ got to leave on his own terms and then some.

That’s not what happened with the 18. 

After all this, I’m honestly just like, you’re gonna do the 18 like that? You’re gonna doe KFB like that? Call me petty but I am not ready do see the 18 on someone else.

And now I’m SCREAMING because I just had flashbacks to the Cars 3 deleted scene where they strip LMQ of the 95, a trauma I have yet to recover from after seeing that deleted scene ONE TIME in September 2017. Brick Yardley was like Kasey Kahne and LMQ was like JJ and now also like KFB. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Cars 3, the “Drive to Survive” documentary NASCAR has been yearning for.