#but i refuse i already wrote this long ass essay

[ethecookednoodle]

I'm in a bit of a morbid streak so sure, I'll bite.

Honestly the first thing we shouldn't be doing should be narrowing it to one disaster, because the thing about Mob going apeshit is that he had several effects on his surroundings. I think, for the sake of simplicity, we should compare Mob's outburst to and earthquake, a tornado and a hurricane.

The strongest earthquake I have like, more knowledge about is the earthquake that happened here in México in 1985. It had a magnitude of 8.1 on the Richter scale and it killed 3,192 people according with official documents, with other organizations rounding the numbers on 20,000. So a lot of people. And it killed them in about a minute and a half.

For the tornado, this is an easy one because the fastest and biggest tornado on modern history actually happened fairly recently. It was de tornado of El Reno in 2013. That shit was BIG. It was 2.6 miles wide (4.2 kilometers for those who do not live in the US), and it had ground wind speeds of 296 miles per hour (or 476 kilometers per hour) which according to experts are some of the fastest speeds ever recorded. However, and despite how terrifying that thing was, it doesn't have a high death count, with only 9 people dying that day and 3 of them being storm chasers (which is important because these people, as the name suggest, go arround following storm cells and record tornadoes). But the reason it didn't kill a lot of people, or destroy a lot of property was because the region it developed was fairly rural, so not a lot of stuff around to destroy.

Which is why I also mentioned hurricaines, because they're more or less the same concept as tornadoes (lots of destructive and speedy winds) but they can do things tornadoes don't do, and that is that they linger around. Naturally, the best choice for this would be hurricaine Katrina, which killed 1,392 with winds going as fast as 170 miles per hour (280 kilometers per hour) and lasting 7 days, from the 23 of august to the 30th of that same month. It cost the US 2005 dolars on damages.

What I'm going with this is that we need to consider all the damages we can see in these pictures, especially the one you put as an example, as well as consider the facts we have about Mob's outburst. Firstly, we know he caused a tornado, Serizawa mentions this and the news channels do as well. Second, neither tornadoes nor hurricaines cause those kinds of cracks on the ground (water pipes bursting don't count) so naturally the thing we need to compare it to is an earthquake. With all that taken into account...well, it's not looking very good. As I said, the earthquake here in México killed a shit ton of people in just half a minute, and as far as I know it didn't cause that much destruction, so we can assume that, if Mob was causing something similar to an earthquake, it had a magnitude above 8.1. Then we need to take into account the hurricaine/tornado aspects. Although Mob's tornado definitely wouldn't last as long as Katrina or other hurricaines (because usually hurricaines, depending on where they were formed, can last a lot of days on land) it would last longer than a tornado, simply because Mob, despite how destructive he was being, was walking at a normal speed. Like, that boy, Shiego/Mob, was taking his time, and it kind of depends on how far he was from Tsubomi when it all started. Aside from the lingering, strength and drestruction wise I think it's fair to compare it both to tornadoes and hurricaines, just because Mob is that strong (I have no idea how the fuck Reigen didn't die).

All that being said, It all also depends on the poblational density of Seasoning City. I don't think it's as dense as Tokyo, but, judging from its appearance I think Seasoning City may be closer to Saitama (which, yeah, funny, and I wouldn't put it past ONE because, you know, One Punch Man and he loves throwing easter eggs left and right), which had a poblational density of 1 218 431 million people in 2010, two years before MP100 started publishing and probably around the time ONE started planning and doing his research for the manga.

So If we like, sum every single death that these natural disasters caused we would get (for the earthquake, I'm using only the official number) 4,593 deaths. Which doesn't seem like a lot in a city with millions of people, but we can all agree it is very much a big deal.

And the reason I'm not taking into account the evacuation and Teru saving people is because I'm fairly sure the numbers I gave you do take into accounts any deaths caused by any wounds produced by the disasters. I might be wrong tho so anyone who wants to factcheck me is welcome to do so.

Anyway, I hope this somewhat quells the need you had about this :)

I need some hyper-analyser to analyse all images of the destroyed Seasoning City in season 3 and compare it to a similar disaster in order to get the grand total of deaths Mob caused.

[voskhozhdeniye]

This is what vote blue no matter who gets you. The Democrats have chained themselves to a sinking ship with no life boats. When your entire platform is, well at least it's not the other guy,........

My tags on the pinned post are from a post I wrote then deleted.

Look at how he frames it. Young voters and their disapproval of a genocide, not the Democrats doubling down and refusing to call for a ceasefire is what is going push America over the cliff.

I guess we have reached the stage of late capitalism where we simply acknowledge that this country's dominance is maintained by being as ultra violent as possible. Get in line and accept it, you're either with us or against us.

So back to the impending election, Biden's entire platform is, I'm a better choice than Trump. This is where the vote blue no matter who really fucks you. Trump is the boundary line. As long as Biden doesn't cross those lines, he can always say he's better than Trump. But as we are witnessing, he and company will get as close as they possibly can with out crossing. That way they'll always be the better choice. Not by much, but enough to say they are.

The further the Republicans go right, the further the Democrats can push right along with them, they just can't overtake them.

And that is the situation we are in. Yelling at voters for the failures of their government. Who are you voting for, Genocide Joe or Trump? Third party? Don't throw your vote away!

I said it in 2020, and I will say it again. The ONLY reason liberal whites flock to Joe Biden as their savior is because Trump made them feel like niggers in America. Four years of Trump gave you a taste of what the rest of us have been dealing with, regardless of which party is in control, and y'all said by whatever means we will get Trump out of here. We will vote blue no matter who.

That 2020 post, I wrote it after someone responded to another post of mine. They said they knew Biden had been racist in the past, but we needed to look past that for the health of the country.

I wrote a long essay like this one in responce, but the only thing I truly wanted to write was "got you bitch!"

You were willing to look past Biden's racism, sexism, Harris' transphobia, and a slew of other troubling things to save your ass from Trump. The things they hated about Trump they just glossed over in Biden and Harris, for the good of the country. In the year 2020, they asked us to ignore the racism of a presidential candidate, for the good of the country. LMFAO

I know who follows this blog, so most of you already know what I'm talking about, but I need everyone to take a step back and look.

The lesser of two evils is giving unlimited funding, ammo and no red lines to a state that is committing genocide.

That's the "safe" option to vote for.

You know in Loony Tunes when someone runs off a cliff and keeps running because they don't realize they aren't on solid ground anymore?

This is already too long, but I've been wanting to talk about this and just haven't. Living in Trump country, means I interact with his fans on a daily basis. A lot of my coworkers are either outwardly or quietly supporters. Every time Trump supporters get mentioned on here it's always to highlight how stupid they are. Yes there are some glaring holes in their logic, but there is a method to the madness. They're also all very nice white people who would never consider themselves racist.

Many of them rightly realize this country's government is working against them. They may not know what the term class conscience means, but they have an understanding through life experience. Many vote for Trump because they see him as a wrench in the system. A revolt against the liberalism of Obama, Pelosi and Clinton, and the system that rewards people like them. It makes sense. The problem is that Trump is a fascist, and sells snake oil to desperate people. That's how fascists market themselves to voters. The person with the plan, and a cure for all their problems.

Voters will vote for anyone in order to have a better life. Even a racist, sexist, genocidal maniac. Wait a minute, are we still talking about conservatives and Trump?

[levi-supreme]

58 with Eren 💌 i really liked that eren one 💕

Hi and thank you so much for sending me something!!!! I loved the Eren I wrote in that previous drabble too, so I am really really glad that you liked it as well!!!

Characters: Eren x gender neutral!reader

Warnings: SFW, fluff. A little suggestive, but still generally cute. Eren and you are in university and Eren is trying to skip classes. Also, Eren is whiny af. Eren calls you his 'Jägerbomb' as a nickname.

58: Playful kisses, such as, ‘‘I’m not going to kiss you.’‘ ‘‘why?’‘ ‘‘because if I do, I don’t think we’re getting out of bed today’‘

At 7 am sharp, your phone alarm rang, cutting your sweet dream short and forcing you to face reality. You were at your boyfriend's dormitory last night finishing up your essay and you decided to stay over since it was already late, and Eren didn't want you going back to your own domitory. Eren's roommate, Armin, was pretty chill and didn't mind you crashing over since it wasn't your first time anyway.

You turned over, wanting to wake your boyfriend up for class. Instead, what awaited you was a pair of beautiful emerald eyes staring at you intently, as though they were staring into your soul.

"Morning, Jägerbomb," your boyfriend called out with a raspy morning voice. You felt yourself swoon and gave him a gentle smile.

"Morning, hot stuff," Eren kissed your cheek and snuggled closer to you, pulling the blankets over both your bodies.

"You're up early." You commented. Eren never once woke up before you, and especially not on Thursdays where you two had 8 am classes. Eren nuzzled his cheek in between the crook of your neck and your head, and pecked your cheek.

"Mm. I felt you squirming against me so I woke up." Eren yawned, throwing his long arm over your waist. The both of you remained on the bed for awhile until your snooze alarm rang 15 minutes later. You patted Eren's ass after hearing his gentle snoring next to your ear.

"Come on Eren, wake up, we're going to be late." Instead of waking up, Eren pulled you closer to him and kissed your jaw.

"Can't we skip class today? Professor Shadis is just going to fuck me up for something stupid again, like my hair or something." Eren grumbled against your jaw, placing another kiss on your neck and exhaling on the spot he just kissed. Eren also pulled you even closer, rubbing his crotch against your butt cheek. You hissed and bit your lip.

You knew what Eren wanted but you refused to give in. You knew he wanted his kiss; his morning kisses that always turn into a full-blown make out session, and sometimes even more. On normal days, you would have given in, but no, definitely not on Thursdays, and definitely not today.

"No, Eren, I'm not letting you skip classes. And no, Eren, I'm not going to kiss you," you pushed him away and sat upright. Eren let out a growl and swiftly pulled you back down.

"I want my kisses from my Jägerbomb or I refuse to wake up." Eren huffed in annoyance and blew a strand of his unruly long hair away, pouting and pulling you close. Snaking a hand under your shirt, you could feel Eren's fingers caressing your skin and going higher towards your chest. He showered kisses on your cheek, neck, and anywhere he could reach, making you laugh. But no, you weren't going to give in. Not today.

"I'm not going to kiss you, Eren," you chuckled, turning towards your boyfriend and pushing his hand away from your chest.

"Why not?" Eren pouted in defiance. "Don't you love me?"

"I love you, hot stuff, I do. But I'm not going to kiss you." You stepped onto the cold hard floor and walked to the other side of the mattress where Eren whined and begged you to let him sleep in. You pulled him up by the arm.

"Because if I do, I don't think we're getting out of bed today."

Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses

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The fact that there are tons of people who refuses to see the original Japanese script as Canon really pisses me off. For bloody sake. It's a damn Japanese game. It's like if that certain version is more favored to their palates they'll just take it and insists that's the Canon one. Sounds like a whole lot of copium to me. Or the only language that exists for them is English. Ugh... Screw localisation issues

IDK if you're the same anon -

Ultimately I think everyone can enjoy the game they like and all, but when we're trying to write meta or discuss about meta related things...

That's where it fails.

Pat'n'pals's FE16 and 3 Nopes lean heavily in a "Church BaD" narrative, even if they couldn't outright erase and supress some lines due to "creative writing" or something.

But some people will try to extrapolate and analyse a lolcalisation exclusive line, and see what it brings to the game - that has never been written with the lolcalised line in mind.

Remember that line about Supreme Leader and the Slithers and who was supposed to be the puppet or the other? JP version of Tru Piss has Cornelia express surprise at Supreme Leader manipulating the Slithers, launching torpedos at the "uwu small girl was forced to do bad things bcs mole people bad" ship.

But too late, that ship already sailed anf fueled a long ass fic, thousand of takes and trillions of words about... fanon!Supreme Leader. Rather, lolcalised!fanon!Supreme Leader.

That post I rb'd today?

While I was still browsing redshit, many people said Clout offered a chance to surrender to Rhea (despite, you know, he and Supreme Leader's support or his earlier lines) and lo! This "maybe you could run away" was a lolcalisation exclusive line - should we be happy that the og game doesn't bring out (this time) the old'n'tried victim blaming "She forces me to kill her bcs she doesn't want to run away" ??

Maybe... or maybe not, since og!Clout instead double downs on the "if i'm killing you it's just because I want to see the world change lel" knowing well there's no option where she gets out of this place alive (rather, where Clout lets her get out of this place alive).

Back to redshit, we have people who wrote 50k words about the game, how deep and interesting it is and how it has ~meaningful themes~ only to discover that those themes and things they love about the game...

Were add-ons from the lolcalisation team.

The thing they love is not FE16, but lolcalised!FE16 - pointing it out will make some people rage because hey, they spent 800 hours talking about this game and the realisation that their discourse and walls of text are actually talking about the loLcalised copy pisses people.

Take it with a grain of salt, as a french loser who always switch to JP audio when available, but I have the feeling redshit and some fans really love "their game" and not "the game". Like, idk, maybe to the point of criticising Kikuko Inoue thinking she should act more like "Rhea" when she voices the character.

Is it entitlement because some people refuse to consider/interact with something that wasn't made "for" them?

Can you imagine, in this day and age, someone modifying/replacing ATLA's OST to make it more "palatable" to a french audience, and french people insisting that this "French OST" is a better fit for the scenes and conveys themes better than the original OST?

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Tl; Dr : Anyone can have their favored version of pizza crust.

But when you start to develop theories about Naples’s cuisine and the importance of the thick crust in this cuisine based on the pizzas you find in Pizza Hut, you shouldn’t feel offended when people remind you that, no, Neapolitan pizza is something specific and it doesn’t have a thick, Pizza Hut crust.

So the previous essay is... well, completely missing the point, because you’re not talking about the topic of your essay, but talking about a “copy” of the main subject of your essay.

[jockvillagersonly]

3 and 17 for the "Fun meta asks for writers", if you like?

Hello my most lovely, treasured, precious anon. I love you. I love you for asking. Thank you. Let’s elope

(From this ask list)

I’ve technically already answered #3 (which is: are there any scenes you want to right but can’t be assed to do all the context?) HERE with a quick short bit of held-at-swordpoint Wu Xie, BUT what if I wrote EVEN MORE >:D

Ok so I have previously joked about doing a dumb fluffy professor AU, but I’m not sure I’ll ever actually write it? But I have this one scene in my head so I’ll use this as an excuse to write it out ;)

Su Wan wasn’t even sure why he had bothered to come to office hours.

Sure, yes, he was dangerously close to failing Professor Zhang’s class. And yes, they had a final coming up, and Su Wan had hoped a one-on-one setting would make it easier to wiggle some information (or, honestly, pity) from his impenetrable professor.

That plan was, to put it bluntly, crashing and burning harder than Li Cu playing Mario Kart. Su Wan glanced up at the clock. They were nearing 15 straight minutes of complete silence, and Professor Zhang hadn’t even blinked, hooded eyes focused on Su Wan like a particularly bored panther expecting more interesting prey.

(Su Wan was willing to admit that the only reason he hadn’t left yet was because he was, frankly, scared stiff with Professor Zhang’s attention on him. He refused to feel shame for what was a healthy dose of clearly appropriate fear.)

The door creaked open behind him, and Su Wan breathed out, shakily, vision going nearly blurry with relief. He shuffled a few loose documents (taken out more for show than anything concrete) into his bag and made to stand, ready to use the interloper’s entrance as a convenient excuse to flee.

But then he saw it.

Professor Zhang was...smiling?

Su Wan swore he heard something in his neck pop with how fast he whipped his head around, curiosity overriding his survival instinct as he sought out who, exactly, was capable of making the literal brick wall across from him look like that. Su Wan had never seen any part of Professor Zhang’s face show any emotion, and it was almost a sensory overload to take in his soft eyes and curved lips. Honestly, Su Wan was probably going to have nightmares about this expression. It was somehow so much scarier than the look Professor Zhang gave him when he passed back a particularly dismal essay score.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting (A woman in an impeccably tailored suit and razor-sharp heels? A man in runway couture, cloaked in velvet and satin? Bigfoot, popping by for a hello?), but he knows that the person he sees is absolutely not it. Leaning halfway in the room, one hand wrapped around the door, is a man with fluffy, incorrigibly messy hair, bright eyes, and a tie that is so horrifically askew Su Wan nearly winces in sympathy.

The man at the door seemed to see something in their expressions that pleased him, because he smiled and laughed, his whole face beaming with it, and — oh. No wonder Professor Zhang looked the way he did. Su Wan was mostly (probably?) straight, and his stomach was flip-flopping so hard he could feel the reverberation behind his eyelids.

Which is of course when the intruder made to fully enter the room and tripped, sloshing coffee all over the floor and Professor Zhang’s bookshelf.

...so much for gentle smiles, Su Wan was about to become the accessory to a murder. He was going to have to find somewhere to hide the body, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t fit in his backpack, so maybe he should text Hao-ge to see if he could borrow his car. Should he text in code? He should text in code.

Su Wan was already halfway to taking his phone out — except that Professor Zhang merely huffed, and rolled his eyes, and pulled a roll of paper towels that he clearly kept expressly for this purpose out from somewhere in his desk.

I don’t really have an ending or context for this, but the prompt said I didn’t have to! >:) anyway, this was fun to dash off! 😭 I haven’t written anything in awhile

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And 17: Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

Oh! This is interesting! It’s kind of hard to answer, because I don’t really know how people perceive me or my work?? Fun ask game: tell me an adjective or flowery figurative metaphor you would use to describe me and/or my writing 😂😂😂

In terms of perceiving me, I think (??) people on here see me as loud, and energetic, and maybe a bit flakey? Since I take a long time to respond to stuff? And I think that’s true 😭😭😂

In terms of my work or what would surprise people...hmmm. I wonder if people are surprised that I don’t write angst at all? Since I talk so much about Sha Hai and Mob Widow WX, people might expect that??? I could also see people being surprised that i write at all, since my first contributions to the fandom were all dmemebjs 😂 Ahahahah idk!!

[auror-lovie]

I Loved You, Mr. Scamander: Chapter 1

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I decided to post these up again. Hopefully they show up in the tags! I can’t wait to show my work with you all!

You can find the playlist link in my bio! If you want to be added to my taglist, just send me an ask or fill out the taglist form that is also linked in my bio!

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Let’s just say that first loves are something else.

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Small Angst

Ravenclaw reader ( I hope that won’t sway your opinion on the fic! )

Pssst. Victoria is my HP/FBAWTFT OC~~

Hamilton reference

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I Loved You, Mr. Scamander; Chapter 1: Wish I Were...

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From their first year at Hogwarts, Newt and (Y/N) were always friends. During a Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw joint class for Potions, Newt had a little trouble getting some ingredients from a shelf that was out of his reach. Until a Ravenclaw girl from his year helped. From that day on, he realized that they shared more classes than he thought. They were inseparable. Back then, she’d tease him because of his height. Now, she couldn’t joke about it. He towered over her and they were only in their third year of Hogwarts.

What she didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. Cliché, right? She loved his personality- a gentle soul whose loyalty matched no other. She loved the way he’d care for magical creatures. He didn’t trap them or used them for personal gain. No- that wasn’t Newt. He kept magical creatures to study them. So he could prove to the world that they weren’t as dangerous as the books made them.

She fell in love with his smile. A smile that always followed his laugh. The way the corners of his eyes would crinkle when he was in pure happiness. She fell in love with the color of his eyes. They were a mix of blue and green- not one or the other, but somehow merging to form into its own.

(Y/N) and Newt were walking down the halls from Professor Dumbledore’s class, heading over to the library. She hadn’t noticed the cold until a breeze passed through the empty hall. “Ah shoot. I forgot my robes in his class,” (Y/N) mumbled, rubbing her upper arms.

Her mind soon became focused on one thing, staying warm. The walk to the library was starting to feel like a long journey. ‘Hot chocolate, being home, sunshine, summer, warm hugs from Newt-’ She repeated the mantra in her head. Wait- warm hugs from Newt?

The feeling of a warm cloth placed over her shoulders broke her from her trance. (Y/N) looked at the source of her newfound warmth- Newt’s robes. She looked up at her Hufflepuff friend, “Newt! But you’ll get cold!”

Newt let out a soft chuckle. “You know, for a Ravenclaw, you’re quite forgetful.”

(Y/N) blushed, “D-Don’t you start, Newton!” She stuttered. There were only two instances where she would use his full first name. Whenever the situation was serious or to tease him. This moment was the latter of the two.

“Besides, it looks better on you than it did me.” He said, giving her a charming smile.

Oh, how she loved his smile. She felt her chest swell up with adoration. ‘Only if you knew how much I liked you…’ She thought as she hugged his Hufflepuff robes closer to her body.

~*~*~

The duo met up with another one of their friends, Victoria. She was already in their designated meeting spot. Her nose stuck in her Potions book when (Y/N) and Newt reached the library.

When they reached the table, Victoria set down her book and looked up at them. “Five minutes late, my dear birdies.”

(Y/N) sighed, “Vi, it’s only five minutes.”

Victoria leaned back on her seat, relaxing a bit. “Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable.” She said matter-a-factly.

“Sorry about that, Vi. We got caught up in Dumbledore’s class.” Newt apologised.

She hummed in response. "That’s okay, Newton. Let’s get started on these assignments so we can all leave this place.” Victoria cooed softly.

“Oh, so, Newt gets your soft mom voice and I get your lecture mom voice?” (Y/N) ranted as she sat down.

Newt chuckled at their banter before walking off to find the book he needed for his essay.

Victoria had waited for Newt to be out of earshot before she leaned forward, her chin resting on her hands. “Last time I checked, you were a Ravenclaw this morning.” She whispered.

(Y/N) looked up at Victoria in confusion as she opened Victoria’s Potions textbook. “What are you talking about?”

Victoria’s eyes landed on the Hufflepuff crest on the robe (Y/N) was wearing before looking back at her friend.

She blushed, “O-Oh! I was just cold… That’s all…”

Victoria rolled her eyes, “I was just cold! That’s all..” She mimicked teasingly. “But seriously… Are you ever going to tell him?”

(Y/N) shook her head, “No, I don’t think I will…”

Victoria gave her a look as if to say “Really?”

“I mean, I won’t tell him now. I’ll tell him when I’m ready and when we’re a bit older.” (Y/N) confessed.

Newt finally came back with a Herbology book and set it down. “Tell who what when we’re older?”

“Oh, nothing! Just talking about potential career choices. That’s all!” Victoria said, before (Y/N) could say anything.

He nodded, “Well… I guess it’s never too early to decide what you want to do.”

(Y/N) looked at Victoria, mouthing “Thank you”.

~*~*~

December passed and the next semester had started. As they left Potions, Victoria and (Y/N) were discussing the day’s lesson, but Newt’s attention was elsewhere.

His attention was on a certain Slytherin student.

“Newt? Hello, Newt? Earth to Newton?” Victoria said, trying to get the Hufflepuff’s attention.

(Y/N) looked at her other friend, following his gaze to see him staring at Leta Lestrange. He was staring at Leta, as she passed by, in the same way he stared at his creatures, with love and adoration.

“Victoria, drop it.” (Y/N) said coldly.

Victoria looked at her friend. From the moment they became close friends, (Y/N) refused to call her Victoria. So she knew something was up. “O-Okay…”

As the weeks passed by, all Newt's affections had stopped. He stopped waiting for (Y/N) after breakfast so they could walk to class together. He stopped staying late at Dumbledore's class with her. He stopped giving her his robes. After it happened the first time, she made an effort to never forget her robes again. He stopped asking her to help him with his creatures. Their close friendship, lost because he started hanging out with Leta.

“Why would he ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty…” (Y/N) sobbed into Victoria’s shoulder as they sat by the lake.

Victoria wrapped her arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder and sighed, “One day… Something will happen. He’ll realize his feelings, but it’ll be too late…”

“I wish I were Leta… Then maybe he’d love me…”

One day, while walking to the library, she saw it. Newt placed his robes over her shoulder. She saw the shy smile Leta gave him. She saw the smile Newt gave that followed his laugh. That’s when she realized that they were in love with each other.

She briskly made her way to the library, looking for Victoria, tears already falling down her cheeks.

When (Y/N) came to their meeting spot, Victoria stood, “Hey, what’s-”

(Y/N) ran straight into her arms, interrupting her. Victoria looked down at her. Never had she seen her best friend so heartbroken. All she could do was hug her and comfort her the best way she could.

After the small crying session, Victoria held (Y/N) by the shoulders. “Okay (Y/N), here’s what we're going to do. I’m going to let you cry about him for a week. Avoid him, punch a wall, scream in anger and pain. Do whatever it takes to get your emotions out. Then after a week, you’ll get up and stop thinking about him.”

(Y/N) sniffled, wiping some of the snot on her sleeve. “Y-You’re acting as if Newt and I broke up.”

“Well, you’re crying like it,” Victoria said, patting (Y/N)’s shoulders. “Come on, we have a whole future to worry about guys. Right now, we’re going to do whatever it takes to get us training to be Aurors after we graduate.” She said, smiling at her friend.

“Yeah, we’ll take names and kick ass.” (Y/N) joked.

Victoria winked at her, “That’s my girl. And like I always say, birds of a feather-”

“Flock together.” They said in unison.

~*~*~

And (Y/N) did that. She cried. She wrote angry letters, sad letters, love letters to Newt then ripped them to shreds. She’d punched a pillar once and broke her left hand- yikes, that was not a pretty sight. Victoria had done everything she could to make (Y/N) feel better.

After a week, Victoria came into (Y/N)’s dorm and woke her up. From then on, those two worked hard and smart. They took opportunities whenever they could.

Fifth year came along and the Headmaster had a hard time choosing between the two to be the Ravenclaw prefect of their year. (Y/N) declined the offer, letting Victoria take the prefect position. Although confused, Victoria proudly took the title and accepted the responsibilities.

Fifth year was the year Newt and (Y/N) reconciled. They apologized for leaving each other. They apologized for all the miscommunication. It didn’t take long for them to become friends again. His affections returned, but not to the extent to what it was in their third year.

He waited to walk to classes with her before parting ways. He had “Care of Magical Creatures” while she and Victoria headed off to “Defense Against the Dark Arts”. He tried his best to balance his time between Leta and (Y/N). Though in the end, he would always choose Leta.

When word got out that (Y/N) and Newt were hanging out with each other again, Victoria got concerned.

“Now, is this strictly platonic?”

“Of course it is! Newt’s just a fr-… He’s…” (Y/N) trailed off.

Victoria leaned her back against the bookshelf, crossing her arms over her chest. “You caught feelings again, didn’t you?”

(Y/N) could only nod in agreement.

It did take time for Victoria to trust him again. Who could blame her? He broke her best friend’s heart. Soon after that, she was back to being the “mom friend” of the group. (Y/N), Newt, and Leta- Victoria would do anything to protect her friends.

That was until Newt got expelled. In Sixth Year, one of Leta's experiments involving a Jarvey went too far, endangering the life of another student. Instead of seeing his best friend expelled, Newt took the blame for Leta’s actions. Victoria, (Y/N), and Leta were in the room where it happened. The Headmaster had dismissed the girls. (Y/N) and Leta left, but Victoria stayed to try and defend Newt’s innocence along with Professor Dumbledore.

As they walked farther from the Headmaster’s office, (Y/N) called out to Leta, trying to get her attention. She finally stopped Leta by gently holding onto her shoulder. “Leta,” She said in a serious tone.

Leta turned around, moving her shoulder to get (Y/N)’s hand off. “What is it now?”

“You’re going to ask that when you’re the reason Newt’s expelled? The audacity.”

“I didn’t ask him to do that!” Leta retorted.

(Y/N) scoffed, “He did it because he loved you, Leta! All you did was take and take from him and you loved it. You loved his attention and his loyalty and you just ate it up.”

“Don’t talk to me about loyalty. You and Victoria had no problem ditching him when I came around. You two quickly climbed the ranks in your house. Too bad you weren’t good enough to be prefect.”

(Y/N) stood there in silence. Leta was wrong. She could’ve been prefect. She chose not to take it. No hard feelings. (Y/N) thought that Victoria would be a better candidate. Her eyes teared up- not in sadness, but anger.

Leta saw this as an opportunity to add more fuel to the fire, “And don’t think I didn’t notice… You loved him too.”

Still she stood in silence.

"Well, someone's ought to remind you-"

"What?" (Y/N) snapped.

"You're nothing without Victoria behind you."

"How dare you-" (Y/N) started, pulling out her wand and aimed it at Leta.

“(Y/N).” Victoria’s voice called.

(Y/N) gasped.

“Mummy’s calling.” Leta teased before turning to walk away.

[crackinwise]

You're gonna get a lot of advice online about how NOT to write, presented in a really condescending way by people tooting their own horn about why their experience means you should totally listen to them.

You shouldn't care much. Honestly here--unless you want to learn it for yourself (you should, but from people who don't talk down at you) and/or write for a living--write for fun however you feel comfortable. As long as it's completely coherent to the reader, go nuts!

I've been writing stories for decades, for school and for myself. I know how to use proper writing composition (mostly). Ya know what? The most boring crap I ever slogged thru was writing for English Honors. It wasn't FUN. Gd, even my final research essay for my med lab school was more fun than the torment of ~good~ writing in Honors classes. It leeched joy. So I structure things however the hell I want. I like to write like someone telling a story to the reader how they'd speak, and I in turn really enjoy reading the same. Especially if it's just fanfic, like, damn.

The cheat of fanfic is the reader should already know these characters and world, so you can skip every introduction and explanation; and lay descriptions like landmines! You can throw names and places out of nowhere and not worry about setting them up. This isn't formal writing or your novel for sale.

You like the word 'said'? Use it! You hate it? Never ever use it again! (You're not mentally a child for refusing to use it all the time--stop that comparison.) Has there been a callout post on some writing device you like being "cringey"? Whoopsy-tiddies: you can flip them off and keep doing it if you so choose.

The latest post I saw was about "epithets" but either I learned wrong or they're using a broad-ass term for it. I had been calling them adjectives or just descriptors. I was taught epithets are usually descriptive nicknames repeatedly attached to someone/thing to give you a better picture of them. Calling the phrase "the taller man," with no name attached or repeated importance, an epithet and it being called useless made my brain glitch a minute. Technically it's right, and it shouldn't be used over and over, or bog down your sentences when you can just restructure, but you CAN use things like that. Published authors have used things like that wtf. Have I also used them when I could've just changed a sentence or paragraph around? Yeah, but 1) the sentence had a flow or alliteration I was deadset on, 2) I wanted to remind the reader what profession/hobby the char had, or 3) I'm having fun. Sue me.

"If I see this in a fic I back out of it." Ohhh noooo. Do you know how many stupid arbitrary things will get people to hit the back button?? People are fickle. You can't account for it all! I'm guilty of it, and you're guilty too! I don't enjoy second-person pov -> the writer did -> I moved on -> no crisis occurred.

Did you like what you wrote and how you wrote it? Good! If anyone gives you tips or constructive criticism: take it, learn. If they only chastise you because they personally didn't like your technique: f*** em.

You don't want something you do for fun to become a grind, is my point. You don't need to be afraid a snob is poo-pooing your choices when you just wanted to share joy. Ya know what I care about in your fics? Personality. Characterization consistency. Interesting situations. Emotions. Funny or different narration. Continued updates on what positions the chars are in when needed. If you give me any one of those, you're doing great!

tl;dr: In writing, learn everything you can, practice and grow. But in the end it's about you having fun and you shouldn't let rude criticism posts or articles make you second-guess or dislike your work. (And if you make a career of it, there are editors & self-publish options. Your preferences aren't deal-breakers.)

[shipskicksandgiggles]

Steve Rogers

oh darling I will go off about Steve Rogers all fucking day if you let me. fuck okay ready?

1. the problem with MCU Steve Rogers is that he doesn’t have the same kind of character growth as most of the other characters with solo movies (and even some without). and I personally attribute that to Erskine telling him he’s already good in the first cap movie and then proceeds to basically say “don’t change” but Steve took that shit wayyyyyyy too literally 

and like, MCU Steve Rogers can Suck My Ass okay? like dont get me wrong, the cap movies themselves aren’t bad, I actually love TFA and TWS, but Civil War? I have mixed feelings about. I think it’s where his arc started to go downhill honestly. and like obviously all his movies somewhat focus on Bucky, but then it was like “I’m Going To Fight Every Government Despite Selling My Soul To The United States Government” and it didn’t make sense? and it was purely for selfish reasons???

god what the fuck

I read an essay someone wrote once on how Steve Rogers in Civil War telling the UN to fuck off with the Sokovia Accords is supposedly an allegory for the US military coming in and destroying property and not really taking any ownership for it. and like. that rocked my world yknow? because it wasn’t Wrong 

also Endgame? fucking Endgame? Steve Rogers would never ruin Peggy’s life like that. Ever. if he really loved her, he would have moved the fuck on and respected her choice to move on with whoever she wanted. and just leaving the avengers like that? right after Tony and Nat died???????? WHO THE FUCK- I’m sorry I’m. if I think about endgame Steve for too long I will burst a blood vessel god fuck I hated him. I hated him for that

2. I’ve never been one to read comics, but first of all, the original Cap from before WW2 was literally propaganda for the military, and two, I’d like to see the Real Steve Rogers, like the socialist bastard, beat the ever loving shit out of MCU Cap just for shits and giggles yknow? it’s what he deserves

3. fanfic Steve is really a mixed bag. like some people paint him as this overly strict guy with no sense of humor and he almost seems like a bigger asshole than MCU Steve. other people refuse to acknowledge that he can make mistakes and that bothers me too!!! like Steve might be a super soldier but under all that muscle is a human being!!! like when I find a fic that lets Steve be passionate and caring and shit in ways that really take it back to who his character should have been, I bookmark that shit, because I wish I saw it more

sorry this ran so long I just have a Lot of thoughts about him

send me a character and I’ll tell you my pet peeves 

[piprocrastinator]

Cream Sauce of My Thoughts

MewGulf

Crack fic

Gulf has a bad day and goes to the grocery store

Warning - implied content and dirty words.. 

Length: 3703

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24746140

or 

Gulf was having a bad day.

Like a really bad day.

Worse than a moderate inconvenience day which seems to be most days that he has to go to class and work. It was worse than that. Although in all reality his tolerance for bad days was low and he had been called dramatic for his renditions of a whining child on his other so-called bad days, so maybe his perception wasn't too great with them, to begin with. Most days he complained about having a bad day were just average days that didn’t include him playing his mobile game for eight hours straight. And today he wasn’t playing his mobile game all day so you know, a bad day ... that seemed to escalate very quickly, like a rock rolling down a hill.

But he still somehow managed to land… a date with his crush?

Hold on. Was it really a bad day then? Sure didn't feel like one up until that moment.

His day had started out fine, besides the waking up part and having to go to class part. Otherwise fine. But he realized as he was awoken to the loud shrill sound of his alarm that he was late. Which normal meant, hurrah for him, he can skip and sleep more but not today. Today that meant that he was late and had five minutes to run to the library to print off an essay that was due that day and he had stayed up late last night finishing it because he spends the whole week playing mobile games instead of his paper. So today's late was not good, at all. Not if he wanted to pass his class.

Scrambling out of bed, slamming into the ground, hard, as his feet tangled with his sheets because why not have his morning start out being late and having bruises. He manages to just barely miss the door as he skids out of his room but stubs his toe in his haste against the wall.

It really should have been a sign from the universe that something was wrong. But he persevered because he didn’t get two hours of sleep working on a paper for nothing. Thankfully the journey to the library was quicker than usual. Normally it took fifteen minutes while today took six and as he ignored his throbbing legs and his screaming lungs as he waited for his paper to print he wondered if maybe he had joined the football team in college he might be in better shape to have made it even quicker. His glares at the machine as it slowly hums to life printing one of the sheets before claiming a paper jam. He checked the drawer. Nothing. He tapped the screen and the machine continued, one more page and then the paper jam screen.

Fucks sakes.

Repeated the process. One more sheet. He needed two more to be done.

Inhaling before huffing out an exhale as he repeated the process until his pages were all printed before sprinting to class, tripping up the steps and almost losing two of the sheets before thankfully catching them with his face against the ground in a second trip straight after the first, because the universe was feeling slapstick comedy today it seemed.

For those keeping track at home that’s-

Universe: 3 Gulf: 0

Quickly checking his nose for blood, finding none before sprinting to the door to his class. Glancing inside, he waited until his teacher was facing the board before sneaking in the back and finding the closest empty chair.

When class ended he followed the stream of students to the teacher's desk where he casually wrote his name in attendance while the teacher looked away before through his now stapled essay onto the stack with all the others.

Universe: 3 Gulf: 1

Feeling accomplished and most of this bad mood having dispersed throughout class he heads back to his dorm for some much-needed gaming and cookies. He wasn’t normally one for sweets but he had recently found these cookies that seemed to disregard his non-sweet tooth and he’d honestly been bingeing them for the past week. It also didn’t help that he’d seen Mew –that one classmate from his elective art class that he had the biggest crush on - eating them. He knew Mew had a sweet tooth and had not so subtle watched him eat ice cream after class a few times from the ice cream truck that makes rounds on Tuesday and Thursday to the campus. He was pretty sure Mew had a magical tongue.

For ice cream, strictly ice cream. He never had a dream about Mew licking a certain something else. Never.

The joyful thoughts of cookies and games filling his mind he failed to see the person speeding walking around the corner, and their precariously held open cup of coffee.

Coffee meet pants. Oh, how nice to scold you.

Universe: 4 Gulf: 0

Wait no he’ll give himself .5 for actually getting his paper turned in so

Universe: 4 Gulf: 0.5

Gulf hiss as the hot liquid spills over his jeans, he can hear the apologetic voice of the person he ran into but he waves it off. The dark cloud was back with a vengeance it seemed. He cared about nothing else at that moment then getting his pants off and as soon as he stomped into his dorm his pants flung across the room narrowly missing Mild who was sitting on their couch, textbook pulled to his nose.

“Welcome home.” Mild chided sarcastically glancing over his book to watch Gulf rummage through the cabinets like a crazy maniac. Which he was. He was mad and he wanted cookies. Where were his cookies?

“If you’re looking for your cookies, they’re gone.” Gulf glares before following the finger Mild has pointed to the fridge. The whiteboards read Grocery list then underneath Cookies in giant lettering and multiple lines underneath.

Gulf groans slamming his head into the fridge, he could hear the wince Mild made but ignored in favor of yelling at last night him for finishing off the cookies without proper forethought to future today him who needed the cookies. How rude of himself to be so rude to him.

“You can just buy more.” Mild states like Gulf doesn’t already understand that he could but he wants them now not in the twenty minutes it’ll take to get to the store buy them and walk back.

“You can just buy more.” Gulf mocked back in a whiney tone as he stomped to his room. He’s going to go buy more because what other option does he have.

He stared at his overflowing laundry basket and then his drawers, realizing that his past self procrastinating laundry day in favor of video games has come back to haunt him and all of his pants were dirty and the only cleans on left were a pair of shorts that were both too short and too tight but he refused to throw them away because both Mild and his mother had told him he needed too. It had been a matter of pride at the time that he can’t say he regrets but really wishes he would have thrown them out and bought a new pair as he puts them on now.

They weren’t that bad, they would do well enough for him to get to the store and back because right now he wanted cookies or he was going to do something crazy. Like jerk off and go to sleep ignoring all responsibility. Which he shouldn’t do. Look at him making the responsible choice for once and all in the name of cookies.

He needed cookies to make his day better so he could do laundry and then he could be comfy in clean clothes while working on his final projects as the semester was coming to a close and all his teachers seemed to think that he wasn’t some who procrastinated all semester and they all assigned projects. Projects that he was now in a time crunch to finish. Thus he was taking the day back from the humorless universe and for that, cookies.

“Nice ass.” Mild yells after him complete with a wolf whistle. Gulf threw a finger back at him over his shoulder, "And get milk too.”

Stomping through the isles in search of the holy grail was harder than he thought mostly because he refused to look at signs and they apparently rearranged the store without telling him (hindsight a few days later would have him realize that they, in fact, were not changed his mood just created a mist of denial). So who knows where his precious cookies are at. It matches his day so he wasn’t surprised by his troubles to find his precious cookies.

“Young man.” Gulf skids to a halt in front of an older lady, who looked about the age of his grandmother, she smiles at him before pointing to the top shelf. “Mind helping an old lady out. I need that jar of cream sauce but I can’t reach it.”

All the manners his parents had instilled into his flared into action because of course, he could help her. Sure it slowed down the process of finding his long lost love, cookies, but it was worth it to help someone. He smiled and reached for the jar, his fingers touched the side when he noticed movement down the aisle. A person, was that Mew? Fuck it was. Mew was walking down the aisle staring at him. More importantly, staring at his shorts. He could feel the gaze. It was those damn shorts. Thank you shorts?

It was at that moment that he realized the universe had one last trick up its sleeve. He was so distracted with Mew's gaze that his fingers tipped the jar, it hit the shelf before the lid popped off and the white cream sauce dumped from the glass container pouring down his chest and thighs. Which really, really was the frosting to his cake at that moment. The universe was literally jizzing on him. Oh universe, why?

“Oh, dear.” The lady clicked her tongue before pulling out a handkerchief from her purse and handing it to him. “What a mess.”

“Let me help.” Gulf head swiveled around to face Mew, who had managed to make it all the way down the aisle to them and was right there. Right there in front of him, staring at the white sauce messy he had all over his front. It definitely brought up images of a different white substance that Gulf had dreamed about just last night, it too involved Mew in front of him but they were vastly different circumstances. Somehow this scene was still giving him the deja vu feel because of how similar they were.

He regrets deciding to go to this grocery store because he knows that Mews family owns it and that Mew works here. He purposely goes to this one store only when he looks good so he pretends that he wasn’t living a life fueled by fried basil pork and phone games -and now apparently cookies. He wanted to ogle Mew from a distance and in the off chance that Mew saw him, he looked good. He had set out that plan long ago to slowly attract Mew.

This was not part of the plan. And he defiantly didn’t look good now. He looked the opposite of good. He looked bad. Real Bad. He was wearing shorts that were too tight and too short, white cream sauce covering his front and he was pretty sure that there was a patch of hair sticking up somewhere on his head from the way he slept that he had purposely been ignoring all day. He looked a mess. He was a mess.

Universe: 5 Gulf: 0

Actually he takes that back at this moment he gives himself a negative point because he went to this grocery store and not a different one.

Universe: 5 Gulf: -1

Gulf wasn’t sure what happened but one second he was idly dabbing the front of his shirt with the borrowed handkerchief trying to not look up at Mew in the very vain hope that Mew wouldn’t recognize him (Blatantly ignoring the fact that they had previously made eye contact) and the next second Mew was ushering him to the back of the store and into some office. He kept his head down the whole time, maybe if he didn’t look at Mew then Mew would still think he was cute and not a mess. Maybe this embarrassing moment wouldn't ruin his non-existence chance with Mew.

Though to be fair he was pretty sure no matter what happened, he knew later that night he would one hundred percent be jerking off to thoughts about Mew licking cream sauce off his dick much like he’d seen him do the ice cream cones much time before. And yes he is aware that it makes him feel a tiny bit creepy thinking about someone else in that sense but Mew was too attractive and hot to not to.

He plopped into the chair as Mew turned and left the room. Now he was sitting in some uncomfortable old chair that looked older than he was, in a tiny office the was surprisingly organized for being so crowded with what Gulf assumed was paperwork. Now what. Sneak out before Mew gets back to save face? There wasn’t anything else besides the handkerchief to clean himself.

Maybe he should call Mild and ask for some shorts to change into so he doesn’t have to walk back to the dorm like this.

He smears the sauce over his thighs, making a lazy figure eight as he pouts. He didn’t even get his cookies. Now he’s going to have to go home and change then come back to get cookies. Before he gets any more time to try and think of a solution (ie, sulk) about his situation he hears the door open.

“Here,” Mew squats down in front of Gulf holding out a wet washcloth. Gulf flushes - because who wouldn’t when your crush is suddenly so close that only small movement could have him touching your knee or better yet falling into your lap.

“Thanks.” Gulf wipes himself off trying not to think of how close Mew is, or how close Mew's hand is as it hovers by his knee as if waiting for Gulf to ask for its help. And Gulf wants to ask. He is all for asking Mew to use his long veining hands to rub his thighs—

“It’s not cum.” Gulf sputters out then instantly tries to retract his words by sputtering before he finally stares, eyes wide at his legs. Why did he say that? Why? What was wrong with his brain to mouth filter?

Mew lets out a tiny awkward chuckle, “I’m very uh, aware of the difference between cream sauce and… cum. But uh, thank you for clarifying.”

“Yeah me too… uh, I mean, you’re welcome.” Gulf was pretty sure at that moment that his face had simply turned into flames and was burning off, melting into his lap. Or that is to say, his face was very very warm.

“Our shelves can be tall, maybe next time if you need help-”

“I’m tall,” Gulf shouts defiantly, then shrinks back. “I mean, I’m tall enough. I can reach them fine.”

“Are you sure?” Gulf could her the light tone that was meant to be a joke but the embarrassment must have fried his brain because he stood up out of his so quickly that Mew toppled over. There was a second where Gulf watch his flail before he reached forward to pull him into a stand in front of him. Mew hands on his arm for support, chest to chest (well almost because he was still sticky but they were definitely close). Mew's hands hoover over his hips for a moment before they fall back to his sides and Gulf can see Mew's eyes glance between them. It's definitely the shorts and he can't tell if he should wear them more or through them out but there's something in Mews eyes as he gives them a glance.

“See,” Gulf grumbles eyes looking over Mew's face. This was the first time he’d been this close and honestly, he wasn’t sure he could handle Mew being this close. All Mews very intense eye contact. What were they trying to say because they were dancing in a way the Gulf didn't understand but very much so wanted to. “Taller.” He whispers.

Mew snorts amused before reaching up to ruffle his hair -Gulf may or may not have felt his heart pouter to a stop momentarily at the action- before he said “You may be taller but I’m bigger.”

Gulf gulped at the smirk on Mew's face. His eyes trailing from Mew's face to his broad chest. Mew was one thousand percent correct about that fact. Gulf was a few centimeters taller but Mew was broader. He could blanket Gulf in a hug. Gulf wished Mew would blanket him in a hug. Maybe a naked hug. Maybe a naked sweaty hug. He stares at Mew’s chest for longer than can be considered decent and he knows this because Mew does a fake cough to get his attention and when they make eye contact again Mew raises a brow.

“I’m pretty strong too,” Mew says softly. Gulf nods absently trying not to think of how strong Mew might be. He doesn’t need any more fuel for his not safe for work dreams at night. “I can easily lift the sake of potatoes and throw it against the wall.”

Gulf opens his mouth in question but then laughs -a little louder than he meant to- because was that Mew trying to flirt? “What? I can’t tell if you're flirting or threatening me.”

“Wha-no, I was trying- you know.” Mew sputters and for the first time, Gulf sees Mew blush. “That was flirting.” He says in a low tone that borders a whine.

Oh, no Gulf’s heart, Mew’s not supposed to be both sexy and cute, he couldn’t handle it. “Throwing me against a wall is flirting?”

“Maybe not throwing…” Mew trails over and Gulf can see the muscles in his arms tense for a moment. “Lifting, holding maybe.”

“Like potatoes?” Gulf asks and then snickers when Mew rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Not sure why you’d be flirting?” Gulf tugs at his own dirty shirt, “Is it because I’m covered in a white liquid substance?”

“You got me there. The white stuff is such a turn on.” Mew's tone was sarcastic yet amused, his eyes sparkling. Gulf was maybe just a little enamored. (ok super enamored.)

“Turns me on.” Gulf looks at him from under his lashes. He’s not really sure if it will work but he’s seen enough of those romantic comedy movies to know that it should. Gulf waits for a beat as Mew's eyes grow wide then says, “See that’s flirting.”

Gulf smiles widely at the belly laugh from Mew. Mew takes a step back as he settles down, his eyes still sparkling as he glances over Gulf. “Let me take you home?”

“I-” Gulf wants to say yes, of course, take him home, take him to bed. Take him anyway and anywhere, but, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

Mew looks around the room, resignation written over his face. “oh, I thought… with the flirting that meant- ”

“Oh no, I mean yes, I was flirting. It’s just that today is a bad day.” He waves vaguely to his shirt then around the room as if it would explain. “Maybe instead, not today, something, you know a-another day…”

“Another day?” Mew questions, then nods. “Ok, another day. How about a date then?”

“D-Date?”

“Date.”

“Yeah… yeah, that would be great.” Gulf mirrors Mew's smile as his heart flutters in his chest.

Universe: 0 Gulf: 1

Bonus:

Their first date didn’t actually get to happen for a couple of weeks because of finals but they had exchanged numbers that day even if Gulf hadn’t gotten his cookies. Since then they messaged whenever they could. They also had one really good round of phone sex. Gulf had tried to get more phone sex but Mew convinced him to wait for when they could have sex in person. Which seemed reasonable enough to Gulf.

Mew smiles at Gulf from the doorway as he waits for Gulf to finish putting on his shoes. Both dressed smart yet casual. Gulf not so subtly glancing at the open buttons of Mews shirt that was one button too many not to be purposeful temptation. Mew, the little sneak trying to seduce Gulf. It's too late, he's been seduced for awhile now.

“So I was thinking for our first date-” Gulf looks up -from Mews delectable chest to his handsome face- Mews was smirking slyly down at him, hands in his pockets. “We could eat Italian, there’s this place up the road that has the best cream sauce.”

If Gulf was any less of a man he would have tackled Mew in embarrassment -or because Mew cocky smirk was hot- but instead he stands, calmly, stepping closer to Mew, looking up through his lashes. Let his finger trail over the button on Mews shirt, digging deep into his flirty mindset, and pulled out, “How about instead we stay here and I can eat your cream sauce instead.”

“You’re disgusting” Mild grumbles loudly from the couch a couple of feet away, adamantly not looking at them in the doorway. “But if that’s happening let me know so I can leave.”

Mew laughs, ruffling Gulfs hair before letting his hand caress Gulf cheek. “Don’t tempt me.” Then that hands slips down his neck and chest and tugs Gulf closer by his hip. “Although I wouldn’t mind a snack before dinner.”

“That’s it, I’m staying at Boats tonight.” Mild sighs exasperatedly.

“Kidding.” Mew chuckles before pulling Gulf out the door.

“He might be kidding but I wasn’t, stay at Boats. Thanks bye.”

Universe: 0 Gulf: 2

[ploppythespaceship]

@imsadidontknow​ asked me on this post why I referred to the TNG episode “The Outcast” as “a hot mess” (this might have been a while ago but I’m only just seeing the reply now). So I thought I’d take a moment to address it! Because this is an episode that gets brought up a lot and while I vaguely respect it for its efforts, it really did drop the ball. I think the more time passes, the more Trekkies will look back on it with embarrassment.

Side note, some of what I bring up below is from this post written by my friend Eros, shared with permission. They just don’t want their post reblogged, please respect that! Reblog this one if you want.

A recap if you don’t recall the episode! The Enterprise crew is helping a race called the J’naii, who are androgynous -- they have no gender. During their work together, Riker grows closer to one of them, a pilot named Soren, and eventually falls in love. Eventually Soren reveals something very personal: she is actually female, but cannot be open about this in her society. Soren is later found out by her people, and her passionate plea for them to accept J’naii of all genders into their society falls on deaf ears. She is forced into a treatment to “correct” her -- at the end of the episode, it appears that she longer views herself as female, and she no longer has feelings for Riker.

One thing that’s important to remember for this episode is that, despite the story having an apparent focus on gender, it was actually intended as an allegory for homosexuality. By this point in the series, Star Trek was coming under more and more fire for not having any gay characters, which was largely thanks to head producer Rick Berman being a homophobe and a coward. (Renegade Cut has a fantastic video essay on the many ways Berman screwed over the series and its actors here.)

So that’s one point of issue with this episode. Instead of actually including a gay character -- which would have been quite easy to do! -- the writers wrote this episode. An episode that doesn’t even bring up homosexuality. In fact, a line referencing sexual orientation was cut from the final version! Addressing serious issues with allegory is of course a Star Trek staple, but in this instance it’s just frustrating.

There’s also the fact that several people, including Jonathan Frakes, requested that Soren be played by a male actor to strengthen the impact. But Berman refused, on the grounds that “having Riker engaged in passionate kisses with a male actor might have been a little unpalatable to viewers.” Clearly, homophobia was still winning out.

(In fairness that likely would have opened a whole host of other issues, such as two men only being allowed to kiss when they’re portraying a straight couple, but still. The root cause was homophobia and viewing two men kissing as gross. I digress.)

The episode is also troublingly sexist. In one scene, Soren asks Dr. Crusher about the differences between men and women, and if one is better than the other. Crusher replies that in the past women have been considered weaker, but “that hasn’t been true for a long time.” Considering the rampant sexism behind the scenes of TNG, especially directed at Gates McFadden -- look it up, or watch the Renegade Cut video I linked above -- this is a pretty hypocritical statement to make. Star Trek has always looked to a brighter future while stumbling over the same issues in the present day, that’s nothing new, but it’s still upsetting.

Worf is also displayed as a raging sexist during a poker game, which makes absolutely no sense. Klingons certainly believe in rigid gender roles, as we’ve seen in other episodes, but Worf has also displayed an appreciation for strong women over and over again, and he clearly respects the women around him. Making him super sexist for this one scene to make a point? Not a fan.

When considering the episode as a parallel to homosexuality, it does work a little bit better. I will grant that. Soren’s final passionate speech in particular makes more sense and feels less cringey. However, the episode is ultimately based around gender, and that’s not something to just shrug off because the writers didn’t intend it that way.

So how did Star Trek handle a genderless race with a transgender character in 1992?

Ehhhhhhh.

First, there’s the J’naii themselves. All are played by female actresses, which has received criticism from many, including Frakes as mentioned above. The ideal would be having them played by actual non-binary actors, but I grant this would have been near impossible to pull off in 1992. The next best thing would to cast a mixture of men and women in the roles. But instead, we have all women.

Also, pronouns! The episode spends its full runtime dancing around not having pronouns for the J’naii, and it’s honestly painful to watch. Riker says there is no genderless pronoun in his language. But singular they/them pronouns have been around for a long time, well before the airing of this episode. The J’naii also explain that they have their own pronouns in their language -- if there is no proper translation, why not simply borrow the pronoun from their language? I grant that would probably be a lot to juggle in an already tight script, especially with viewers unused to non-traditional pronouns, but it could have been an excellent teaching moment. Instead, we get to watch everyone carefully construct sentences to not include any pronouns at all.

Riker (and the rest of the crew) is also pretty distinctly uncomfortable and unused to the idea of someone existing outside of the gender binary. Obviously this is an episode from the early 90s and it’s not going to be perfect, but it’s still disheartening to see people from the future who are supposedly so enlightened, the best of humanity, struggling the instant something challenges their viewpoint. In particular, struggling with an alien who exists outside of the gender binary, when there are humans who exist outside of the gender binary right now.

I’ll just quote my friend here, because they sum it up better than I ever can:

to think that humanity could become so advanced 400 years from now, but my gender still won’t be accepted. and yeah, it’s just a tv show, and yeah, it’s sci fi and none of it is necessarily meant to be a prophecy for the future. but it IS supposed to represent an ideal future. and not having non-binary genders be part of that ideal future hurt then, and it still hurts now.

The episode does show a pretty realistic view of homophobia/transphobia with the J’naii’s lack of acceptance. And the unhappy ending does prompt more thought than a perfect happy ending would -- and importantly, it’s not shown as being a good ending. It’s clear that the viewer is meant to feel sad about what’s happened to Soren.

But consider that for many trans and/or non-binary people, this is essentially the only representation they have on Star Trek. Someone who is outed against her will and forced to conform, to return to a society that doesn’t accept her for who she is. And then she’s never brought up again. It’s frankly pretty upsetting.

As an aside, I think The Orville has honestly handled a similar concept much better. The episode “About A Girl” deals with parents in an all-male race having a daughter, and debating whether to have her surgically altered to conform or to let her decide for herself when she is old enough. The ending is similar, with the decision forced upon the child -- their daughter is now their son. However, this is not the only time the issue is brought up. The son is a recurring character, and the parents discuss what’s been done to him. It has a lasting impact on their relationship. It’s not perfect, but it’s leagues ahead of anything TNG did.

There are also more episodes dealing with the same issues, showing women of that race who did not have this forced upon them. It’s treated as a more serious plot arc, instead of a strange thought experiment for a single episode. There’s also a scene where the men come to find the women in hiding and the women kick their asses while Dolly Parton’s “9 to 5” plays in the background, please watch The Orville please pleASE

But back to Star Trek! The episode also has the unfortunate implication of portraying the genderless race as entirely villains. Again, there’s nothing automatically wrong with this, as it fits the allegory quite well. But when that’s the only example of such a race in Star Trek to date, when the only non-binary representation is a group of bigots... that’s not great.

And that’s a long list of reasons why “The Outcast” is a hot mess. There are some other criticisms as well, such as the romance between Riker and Soren feeling quite forced and rushed, but those honestly pale in comparison to everything else. I love Star Trek, I love TNG, but this episode just... does not work.

[immortalcockroach]

21 + 15 + 8!

asdfghjkl rose thank you for asking ♥️ this ended up coming out incredibly long, so i apologize in advance!

8) where do you take your inspiration from?

surprising! mostly from visual media, actually. graphics, art, moodboards, films, tv series, that kind of stuff. occasionally, music, and even more rarely, written media (fics, books, poems, similar). that’s for when i’m starting to get ideas. when i already have something written or ideas developed a bit more, then i have a moodboard on pinterest and a playlist on spotify, or i watch something that has the same mood/theme as the thing i’m writing.

15) if you write oc’s, how do you decide on their names?

i don’t usually write oc’s for fics, but i do them for my original stuff. the names depend on the characters’ background and location, but they all have a name that either sounds specific to their character or who they’re supposed to be, or the meaning is very connected. 

in other cases, most of the time, i just go ‘woah this sounds cool’ or sometimes i build a whole character because of their name and subsequently the whole story.

21  tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? what is it about them that you admire?

i love this question!! let me give my favourite fic writers a shoutout, even though i’m probably missing some too!! it’s really long but honestly these people worked hard and they really deserve it

@grumpybell‘s ideas are absolutely brilliant. i’m a huge fan. the stories themselves, the plots would be enough for me to have a whole paragraph about, but for me, the characters are where it’s at. well-developed, very true to the canon but also to the universe the fic is set in, but also very well-rounded and overall realistic. the fics just flow really nice, honestly, and i could read them for eternity. 

fic shoutout: oh darling, here’s hoping god i remember reading this red riding hood au and just... falling in love. i did. i fell in love with bellamy as the wolf and clarke’s desperation to save him, and the new take on the fairy tale, it was just absolute perfection. i keep coming to it every once in a while, honestly. it’s just magic.

@asroarke is one of those people who are just integrated into a fandom’s fanfiction. imagining t100 fanfiction with asroarke is like... imagining the sky without the stars. i think those fics were the first ones i read when i joined the fandom, and i remember one of the things i thought was how easy it was to read. everything flowed as if there was no effort needed, as if the words have always been there, just plucked and placed on a blank document. and the consistency, honestly, damn. these fics are better than probably more than half of published stuff i’ve read. 

fic shoutout: drag me down. look there’s a pattern here and it’s the mythical/legends/fairy tale aus. i present you with a retelling of little mermaid in the most beautiful, soul-wrenching way. i waited every single chapter for when i came out. i read it as soon as i saw it came out, even if i was in the middle of grabbing coffee with a friend. honestly everything by asroarke is absolutely fantastic. 

@blvke-bellamy okay look. when i saw may is just 15 i nearly fell off my chair. i’d kill to have that talent at 15. i would. look, i keep saying look, because i’m shook. but honestly, may’s characterization is brilliant. she took my faves from the 100 and managed to insert them into a different universe, and they feel so much like the original characters and not at all. the dynamics between them are so raw and so pure and so believable i cried at one particular scene in her fic. or it might be two scenes. and look, this is impressive on its own, and then knowing she’s just 15...god.

fic shoutout: step into the sun is a bellarke tangled au and honestly. i’m a slut for tangled. it’s so damn good. and this fic?? inspired by tangled?? absolutely brilliant. marvelous. 11/10. brought my fish to life. and honestly murphy is my favourite in the fic, literally one of my favourite portrayals of him in every fic i’ve ever read. i binged this. i lost sleep over this. no ragrets.

@pawprinterfanfic (i’m biased but. in top 3 fic writers ever. and i’ve been in a lot of popular fandoms.) paw manages to take a universe and make it hers. paw manages to create a universe out of nothing and make it feel more realistic than my own life. and honestly, i am reading her hunger games au right now and it’s amazing, but the best part is that i’m also reading the harry potter au which is even better and although both are masterpieces, i can see the improvement. the development of the characters, the amount of effort in planning and mapping things out, it’s marvellous. her fics just speak to me on a different level, it feels as if i’m experiencing them myself rather than reading them, and what i’m mostly in awe of is how immersed i am in those fics, especially the newer ones. i feel like it’s a rare skill to have.

fic shoutout: starry eyes and galaxy minds (we’ll be dancing on the clouds at night) which is a spider-man au, and honestly, i cried. it’s beautiful. it’s a masterpiece. but so is literally every single one of paw’s stories, so it was a really difficult choice. the harry potter one? j k rowling wishes she wrote it.

skai_heda (i don’t know their tumblr please someone help me find it). where do i begin. honestly. when i started reading the fic i put below, i was mesmerised by the writing style. it was partly in second pov which i’d usually refuse to read, but this writing style is something that belongs to gods. the characterization is amazing, it manages to fix some of the stuff in canon without actually changing it. everything just comes together naturally, and i always feel so satisfied when reading their fics. plus, the writing style again, especially in the fic below, is flawless. some people can create magic with their words, and i’m convinced i’ve just found one.

fic shoutout: everything that comes after deserves so much!! more!! attention!!! i remember reading the first two chapters and just being like...wooow. i was starstruck. i left a long ass comment. it’s so unique and so beautiful. it’s the only fic on this list written in the canon universe, and it’s one of my favourites i’ve ever read about the canon universe. it hurts. it makes you cry, and ache, and understand, and smack your head because you just want people to be happy. if i could pocket the way this fic made me feel, i would always keep it with me. (a little frustration, but a whole lotta love.)

give me a number and i’ll answer questions about writing fanfiction

just in case you’d like to see the same questions answered for non-fanfiction/non-fanfiction influence, see below!

15) if you write oc’s, how do you decide on their names?

specific example of mentioned above - a wip about teenagers who come from a rich side of town and a poor side. there’s posh names, like cedric, declan, byron and gregory, for people who are supposed to represent the posh, stuck-up class; hadley, tessa, abigail, kate for privileged people who are the ‘good guys’; and luca, oliver, han, freddie, who are from the poor side. it’s very classist so it was very important that the names represent the characters. usually, i go for the “vibe” of the name over the meaning, to be honest. 

21  tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? what is it about them that you admire?

i love this question!!

fiction: maggie stiefvater, because her raven cycle series genuinely feels like magic when i read it. the characters are brilliant. erin morgenstern, who wrote the night circus, because that novel also feels like magic. donna tart’s the secret history feels as if you’re reading a secret and the storytelling sort of reminds me of f. scott fitzgerald’s the great gatsby in a way i can’t really describe. she creates a beautiful, magnificent atmosphere and you know what the characters are doing is wrong, but you completely understand them and it makes me, as a reader, question my own moral standards. madeline miller’s the song of achilles is a beautifully written masterpiece that made me fall in love with mythology, legends and history all over again. the way she develops the characters and retells the story i’ve heard a million times is so poetic and beautiful it just resonates with me on a different level. and finally, leigh bardugo with her six of crows series that again, makes me question my morals, but shows the friendship and loyalty between people in a beautiful way. it also shows a romance that i think is one of best written i’ve read, up there for me romances from the novels/series i’ve already mentioned.

there’s a pattern - storytelling and character-building that feels almost otherworldly, very focused on emotions and character development. basically, stories that you feel like as if they were made into films without proper, detailed development, wouldn’t translate well enough to bring the world to the screen. and romances incredibly well-developed over time, that go beyond just being romances and actually show a beautiful connection.

special mention of these directors, as they have a huge influence on my writing: christopher nolan, john krasinski, quentin tarantino, m night shyamalan, steven knight, guillermo del toro, alfred hitchcock, for their storytelling and character building. also, some of these are for the suspense that seems to come naturally. i know most of these are very popular directors, but they’re popular for a reason. i could literally write an essay on each of these people, honestly. my writing is very inspired by motion pictures, i most often look up to how these directors approached some things that i have in my writing, especially themes. (this could literally be a whole essay on its own)

[sleepykimtaehyung]

comfort // min yoongi

genre: fluff, mild angst

word count: 800

after a rough day of classes, sometimes all you need is a min yoongi to make you feel better. happy late birthday to the love of my life!

You had a shit day.

It was almost a guarantee that you had failed both of the tests that you took that day, and you still had a mountain of assignments to do, plus twelve pages of essay left to write. Really, you should’ve known better, but you honestly expected your professors to give you at least one night to mourn your grades in peace.

When your phone lit up, announcing a message, you almost didn’t want to look at it. You squinted at the notification and pouted for a moment, before you realized it was just Yoongi. Sighing, you pushed your textbook aside in favor of swiping open the device.

- how were exams?

You laughed bitterly to yourself at his question.

- awful. i don’t really wanna talk about it

Twice, three rolling dots appeared to signal a coming text before disappearing again. Finally, Yoongi settled on a simple reply.

- meet me in my studio. ten minutes

- i wish i could. i have an essay to write

- write it here, i won’t bother you

You were stuck hunched over your phone, contemplating for a moment too long, so another text followed.

- i promise i’ll help you get it done. i just don’t want you to be alone right now

You took a breath, defeated. Yoongi already knew these tests had been stressing you out for weeks now; he wasn’t going to give up on getting you to him, or himself to you if you refused. Besides, the more you thought about, the more you realized you really didn’t want to be alone anyway. You sent a quick ‘see you there’ and threw on a jacket before walking out the door.

Once you got to the boys’ dorm, Jimin was already standing there, waiting for you. He gave you a gentle smile and a hug as he let you in. “Yoongi left the studio door open for you,” he informed you as he took your jacket to hang up. You returned his smile, as convincingly as you could muster. “Thank you, Jimin.”

The studio door was, in fact, open for you. Inside was Yoongi carefully placing blankets and snacks all around his couch. When he turned to the door and saw you, he stopped, still clutching a fuzzy blanket. “Hey.” He offered a bright smile, but his eyes were soft. “I’m sorry your tests weren’t great.” He dropped the blanket and moved toward you, taking your bag and setting it gently to the side before pulling you to him. His embrace was short, but you appreciated the warmth and comfort while it lasted.

“It’s okay,” you assured him, or maybe just yourself. “What’s all this?”

He blushed, taking a tiny, rocking step backward as you gestured to the snacks and blankets that covered his little couch. “Oh, I, uh…” He gave a little laugh at his own shyness, flicking his eyes back to yours with a bashful grin. “I asked Namjoon to pick up some snacks and I stole some of Jimin’s blankets when you texted me.” You couldn’t formulate a response out of shock, and his eyes widened suddenly. “Is it too much? I can totally put the blankets back or something, I just thought you should be comfortable and–”

“Yoongi.” His next rambling words died in his throat at your voice muttering his name. When he focused on you again, he could see a little smile on your lips. Your eyes were shining. “This is really nice. Thank you.” One of his hands, which had previously been trailing up to the back of his neck, reached out to take one of yours. His mouth broke into a grin, all gums, when you gave a gentle squeeze. He pulled you in for another hug, longer this time. “I really am sorry you’re so disappointed about the tests,” he spoke softly into the top of your head. “I felt awful, so I wanted to make you feel better.”

You stood together like that for a moment longer, his hands slowly rubbing circles on your back. He gently pulled away from you to meet your gaze. “It’s okay to do poorly on a couple of exams. I know you’re smart either way, and you deserve better than crying over some dumb test that won’t matter in a year. Besides,” he quipped. “Your professor’s an absolute ass anyway.” The giggle you let out made his heart swell, his grin returning as yours did.

“Come here.” He stepped away from you to move toward the chair in front of his computer, pausing to grab a blanket on the way. Once he plopped himself down, he swiveled to you and reached out for your hands. When you moved into his grasp, he placed you on his lap, tenderly wrapping an arm around you. “I wanna show you a song I’ve been working on.”

a/n: I wrote this because I was pouty about how my own finals went, so this is really just self-indulgent. If you’re reading this, I love and believe in you <3

[sprydecreates]

ferry lookout

requested: nope

warnings: mentions of drinking, language

pairings: calum hood x reader

type: fluff w an angst scene ; headcanon/list ; 3.4k+ words ; gender neutral

summary: you and college!calum finally thought you had found something with each other. too bad there was a miscommunication. or is it?

a/n: i originally intended for this to be a valentine’s day thing, but it never felt right for it. so i spruced it up, and i think it finally feels decent.

i’ve been off my writing game for a bit, so i’m sorry if it feels different halfway through (this is due to being off me game and also changing the idea completely). hope you like it either way! i think it’s sweet.

it was a kind of restless night, and you and calum were having a drive to a lookout.

everyone had things to do, except cal.

ash had a night at the club

mike and luke were studying for an exam they both had the following day

so, cal texted you and asked if you wanted to hang out.

you and calum exchanged numbers the semester before

you sat together for economics, and contacted each other for homework help usually

since it was during spring semester, you both went your separate ways for summer, and didn’t really contact each other

there were the occasional likes on instagram, and texts of memes about how awful the professor was, but nothing else

pretty much an excuse for you two to still talk

you both thought the other was cute, but you didn’t know how to come forward with it. as, you could see, all you two talked about was class, and memes relating to the class

when classes started again, you got a text from calum asking what you were taking

you didn’t have any of the same classes, as your majors were polar opposites

but, he did wish you a good year, and said if you needed any help with your math course, he’d be glad to help

you two spoke every other day, but nothing huge

the lookout was popular with locals, but you hadn’t ever went up there, or heard of it rather, so calum insisted that was where you two would go.

initially, you were just going to grab some late night snacks and head back to his apartment

but on the way, you passed the lookout.

“where’s that little road go?”

“what do you mean where does it go?”

“uh, like, is there a house up there?”

calum pointed to the lookout sign, “are you talking about that one? with the huge ass sign saying ‘ferry lookout’?”

“so, it leads to a lookout?”

“...have you never been?”

“no..? is it big or something?”

calum gives you a playful side eye, then focuses on the road again, “i’ve been up there so many times i can’t count. i can’t believe you’ve never heard of this place. this calls for a change of plans, we’re going up there.”

so, after grabbing your respective late night favorites, you and calum headed towards the lookout.

on the drive, you took this opportunity to ask calum how long he has lived here

“uhh, like. five years, maybe?” calum answered while turning into the road to the lookout.

“ah, i see. so you’re from australia, right?”

“yup. accent give it away?”

“yeah, i mean i noticed you say your i’s like ‘oi’. like you pronounce your friend michael’s name as ‘moie-kol’. but i noticed on instagram that that’s where you went for summer, and you have sydney as your hometown.”

“oh, yeah. i always go back home for the summer to see my family.”

“wait so you’re out here on your own?”

the car neared the parking spaces for the overlook, and calum parked the car in the middle of the lot before continuing his story, “yup. i, well, me and my friends, moved here when we were younger for our band. i was about seventeen at the time.” calum reached into the 7-eleven bag and popped open his bag of pretzels, “we moved here because our first album went kinda big, at least on social media. so we made the choice to pack up, and see what america had for us. we got here, got too cocky, and it all went to shit. had to go back home for a little, live with my parents, save enough money, and then came back.”

“well?” you had already gotten your snack ready, munching from time to time while calum spoke.

“you want the full story?” he glanced over to you, chuckling a bit after seeing you scrunched up in the passenger seat, eager to hear his story for once.

“hell yeah! i wanna know what happened to this band of yours. pleeeeease?”

he quickly swallowed the pretzel he was chewing, and took a gulp of his slurpee, “okay okay, fine. we’re called bromance, by the way. but after we came back, we were still together, just not so hard. like, instead of us making music for fame, we made it because we wanted to. like we sat back in straya talking about what we needed to do, cause we went from thinking we’d hit it big, to having to ask our parents for money for a plane ticket back home. we already had two year leases on two apartments, and we couldn’t exactly break them, so we worked until we had enough money to cover a few months rent on our own, and then we came back. got more jobs, and stabled ourselves.”

you nodded, and closed your jaw which had been slacking with admiration, “is that why you went to college here too?”

he nodded back to you, “mhm. that’s why i’m twenty-two and in second year classes still - i could only afford to take like three courses per semester, if that.”

you held up a hand and shook your head, tilting it downward while doing so, “no judging here, i’m only here because i won a scholarship. i’d be back in my hometown in the local community college if it wasn’t for it, honestly.”

calum raised an eyebrow, “damn, you got a scholarship?”

“yeah, i wrote an essay about my life struggles, and they gave it to me.” you shrugged, and then realized how ungrateful you sounded, “don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful for it, i just don’t see how i got in with it.”

calum pushed and stretched out his bottom lip in both agreement and confusion before he spoke, “well, it must’ve been good if you got in.”

“eh, whatever. tell me more about you, though. i wanna know about your family, and this little bird named ‘mali’ you have tattooed on you.”

for the next hour or so, you and calum explored each others past, and present. the conversation kind of went dry when it came back to this lookout, as you two pretty much knew everything about it that you needed to.

calum was staring out at the vast lights carrying the city to sleep, and he spoke softly to keep the mood, “i still can’t believe you’ve been here for two years and you haven’t been up here. it’s like, the most romantic spot i know.”

you scoffed, raising your hand and shooing off his last comment, “bold of you to assume anyone has asked me on a date since i got here.”

he scrunched the left side of his lip up while looking over to you, “you’re kidding.”

“well, halfway,” you began, lightly speaking with your hands, “i’ve been asked out, but it’s only to fuck.”

calum turns his head back to the view, “i can see that. i never got that bit; i love going on dates, and hanging out and stuff. i don’t know why it’s been looked at as a joke from 2017 on.”

“right?!” you snap your head to calum, “it’s like, what the fuck ever happened to just chilling with a person for a couple of weeks or something and getting to know them that way instead of playing an over-sexualized game of twenty-one questions?”

calum widened his eyes, pointing his index finger at you while you spoke, “honestly!” you two exchanged feelings about current relationships standards and past relationship complications, until it got kind of serious on calum’s ends: “that’s why i don’t really believe in love. cause like, i always try to be a nice guy, like an actually nice one and not a ‘m’lady’ neckbeard thing, but i always get fucked over. and i try, but it’s like, why even attempt if you know something will never come to you?”

you sighed, nodding along with what he was saying, “i get that. but at the same time, you gotta look at the world around you. there’s what, nine or ten billion people in the world that you haven’t met?”

“yeah, but it’s like, if i were meant to fall in love, shouldn’t i have already found a trace of something real?”

you raised your eyebrows, gaining a stern but gentle tone with him, “calum you can’t base love off of what you got when you were seventeen and in your first real relationship. we were kids, and we’re bound to break ‘love’, no matter what age we are. people fall in love at forty, some at twenty - some with their hometown best friend, some with a person halfway across the world. love isn’t dead because it didn’t happen to you like it did in the movies. wouldn’t you rather have something real as to something scripted?”

and with that, calum mentally took note, and decided maybe he’d give love a chance again.

but, that was roughly four and a half months ago.

it was now the end of april, and you and calum had gotten closer than ever.

after the night drive and you both got home safely, he texted you and said, “Thanks for a fun night. It’s cliche as hell, but I think you’ve opened my eyes a bit. Hope to hang soon.”

of course, you two hung out two days after. and two days after that. and after that, and so on.

it was really cute though

lots of sweet banter

couple of deep conversations at each others apartments at two in the morning

which would turn into sleep overs after you two talked more

comments on instagram that were kinda flirty, but still open-ended

any lovey dovey stuff, really

your notes on calum:

really, really good guy. god tier guy.

very romantic, but not a huge fan of pda

humble

insecure but passes it off as humor and refuses to take a compliment or believe someone might like him

offers you hoodies when it’s upwards of seventy-five degrees inside

has made you several home cooked meals

doesn’t shame you or put you down if you’re having bad mental health days and need space

says your name reeeeaaaalllly giggly if he’s feeling soft

knows stan language and actually made a stan account for his own band to secretly interact with fans because you told him about an au where that happens

he of course didn’t tell you to make a stan account for him so you can recreate said au

brought you back a surfboard key chain with your name on it from his trip to australia for christmas

you’re in love with him

calum’s notes on you:

realistic

pushy in the right ways

honest, but sometimes in a backhanded compliment type of way

fashion forward, has given him a couple of new styles to work with

encourages him to try new things and to fully be himself

plays with his hair in order for him to fall asleep

leads to cuddling because he had his arm around your waist and head on your upper torso

gives him confidence to try out ‘feminine’ things (painted nails, (heart stud) earrings, etc)

up to talk about his problems with him

gets along with his friends, and doesn’t act weird because they went viral a couple of times

also interacts with fans as though you’re a stan account yourself

stays around to help with homework, even if you don’t know a thing about what he’s doing

comfortable silence is brought up here too

he’s in love with you

spring is of course, the season of budding romance. or, at least it is to you.

you know, flowers blooming, warm sunsets and seeing each other in golden hour, an overwhelming sense of acoustic guitar playing in the background; that sort of thing.

so, you know what that means?

you decide to ask calum out on a date.

yeah, you! you know he likes you, what could go wrong? 

on a friday evening, you got dressed up, and decided to take calum on a fancy dinner date.

you were ready to go at about six, and gave calum a ring.

“hey (y/n)!”

“hey calum,” you were smiling ear to ear at this point, “whatcha up to?”

“eh, nothing too big. what about you?”

“oh, you’re up to something?”

“umm! kinda but not really?”

your smile drooped, and your tone changed, “oh, alright. cool.”

calum was silent for a second before speaking in a concerned, soft tone, “everything alright?”

you were breathing in through your nose to stop the tears brimming, “yeah, not a problem. i’ll leave you to it. see you.”

what the fuck?!!?!!!!!!!!!!/!?!!!!!!!!!e,me39834,m?!?!?!?

calum? going out????

he wasn’t seeing anyone?E>.dW>QDLWE<

oh my god it was that girl commenting on his pictures that he followed back

he played you

oh my GOD he played you and you LET IT HAPPEN. YOU THOUGHT HE WAS THE ONE FOR YOU AND HE SAT AND SWEET TALKED YOU INTO BELIEVING HE LIKED YOU TOO AND PROBABLY GOT MAD BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T LET HIM HIT IT YET

YOU KNEW WHEN HE SAID HE WASN’T A M’LADY HEADASS THAT HE WAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

coincidentally, your best friend, (y/f/n) called:

“hello?”

“hey! whats up?”

since you and calum were never an official ‘thing’ (even though you told your friends you thought something would happen), you decided to keep it calm, “not a thing, why?”

“wanna come help me get ready? i’m going to the club an-”

“sure, be over in ten.”

(y/f/n) seemed a bit off, but you didn’t really pay attention. you were just trying to get wasted, and throw away the feelings you thought were finally, fine.

this being said, you two jetted to the club.

“hey, (y/n)?” (y/f/n) asked, turning their head to face you.

you turned your head to (y/f/n) while you waited in line to get into the building, “what?”

“is everything, like, good?”

you turned away from them, nodding once, “i’m gonna make it be.”

about an hour and a half after you both got into the club, you received a text from calum.

“You busy?”

left on read

“If u sent something, I never got it”

left on read

“Is everything okay?”

left on read

“Dude what’s going on?”

you rolled your eyes, and angrily slid your phone onto the table in front of you, grabbing what’s left of your second drink and taking a swig. (y/f/n) watched and started to question.

“what’s up?”

you finally broke, “calum.”

(y/f/n) rose an eyebrow, “what about him?”

you sighed, “i finally thought we were gonna be something. i thought he liked me, but right when i got up the courage to ask him out, he told me he had something planned.”

(y/f/n)’s eyes widened, and they started to stutter, “he uh, he said he had something, planned? when? like right now?”

you nodded while you spoke, “yeah,” your hand flew from the crossed position it was in and pointed to your upside down phone, “right before you called, he told me he had something to do.”

“what do you think he’s doing?”

“no clue. he usually tells me he’s going out with his band mates, cause he had to call me one night to help him get one of ‘em home. so he’s always told me to keep me on standby. this time, he seemed really giddy, and like nervous.” you sat quiet for a few seconds, debating on whether or not to stop yourself from tearing up again, “so i’m guessing he found someone and didn’t wanna tell me.”

(y/f/n) picked up their phone halfway through you speaking, probably to look people up to mark out suspected people for later, “i dunno (y/n), i think you’re over thinking a bit.”

you gave (y/f/n) a defeated sigh, shrugging afterwards, “i don’t know. i mean i hope not, but i’m not gonna hold my breath.”

after a few minutes of tense silence, (y/f/n) suggests you two leave, and head back to your apartment to talk.

on the way back, you got to complain about how you thought calum was made for you.

(y/f/n) did keep smiling weirdly. were they the one calum was seeing?   

thoughts came to a standstill, though.

why?

calum’s car was in the parking lot.

or at least it looked like it. you didn’t have his tag memorized, obviously.

(y/f/n) parked, and finally turned to you with a not really well hidden smile, “sorry you thought something was up.”

you had your eyebrows furrowed, “what?”

all they said was, “have fun,” and ushered you out of their car.

you, although confused, walked up to the front door and started towards your room.

when you unlocked your door, you heard a soft guitar playing from what sounded like your living room.

you tiptoed into the dimly lit room, and turned the light switch on. there sat calum, a yellow tinted acoustic guitar sat on his thigh as he strummed it, and started to sing the good side by troye sivan.

it was one of those songs you told calum about, and how it reminded you of him.

not in a ‘we broke up and one of us felt worse than the other’ way, but more or less, ‘we’ll meet in the spring’, as you two did come back to each other during that season; ‘traveled the universe twice’, where he came from australia and stayed by fate; ‘i got the good side’, as you found growth and goodness through each other in hard times. so, in a ‘i love you, and the universe wanted us together’ way.

throughout the song, you had found yourself sat in front of calum, your heart beating as though you had just ran a marathon, and it only sped up as the song ended.

you sat with your palms pressed against the insides of your calves, staring at calum as he let a wide smile settle on his face. he spoke while he sat his guitar on the table in front of the couch where you both sat, “sorry about lying.”

you finally found the strength to whisper, “about?”

he had positioned himself closer to you, now looking into your eyes, “being busy. i mean, i was kinda busy, setting this place up and all.”

you took the opportunity to look around for once, seeing that he had picked up a bundle of your favorite flowers, and scattered them around the room. he had a couple of candles lit that you had smelled since you walked in. and you didn’t know if he meant to, but he was wearing the shirt he wore when you two went to the overlook for the first time.

after taking it all in, you turned back to him, “you did this, all, for me?”

he nodded, giggling a little at your surprise, “mhm. you look beautiful, by the way.”

“wait, did you know?”

“know what?”

“that i liked you?”

“wait, you?” he cocked his head to the side, trying to form a sentence.

“yeah? i was going to take you out to dinner tonight, and like when you said you were busy, that’s why i got so distant, cause i you know thought you were entertaining someone and i got jealous-”

you were cut off by calum cupping your cheeks, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t think to word it differently i just thought you were having like, a night or something and got annoyed not because you thought i liked someone else.”

your palms found their way to calum’s cheeks as well, “no it’s nothing now, i just got freaked out and overreacted without giving you a chance. i’m sorry too.” calum had started to rub his thumbs against your cheekbones, and it threw off your thought process a bit.

this was all you wanted. this, is all you wanted, and it’s right here in front of you; rambling, and shaking, and loving.

“please.” you shook out of your realization, and asked him to repeat himself, “kiss me, please. i’ll pay you if need be.”

to say the least, he paid you in rent money when he moved in five months later, in tickets used to meet his and your family, in presents exchanged during holidays, in a down payment on a house, in baby clothes for your four dogs, and obviously, in all the love he had ever given / had for anyone he had ever met: you. his soulmate that he fell in love with due to an unplanned first date.

[zhouszishu]

can you please explain how ningsang is ride or die?

honestly i feel like it’s obvious that they are ride or die if you watch the drama/read the book but i’ll indulge you since you’re giving me an excuse to write out all my feels and i just came back from watching into the spider-verse so i’m in a really happy mood lol (btw spider-verse was really very good i cried my little heart out like 4 different times but it was sooooooo good and miles morales is my son now and deserves a live action already @ marvel do better!!)

don’t expect this to be very coherent or organized lol i’m literally gonna word vomit all my feels so here goes; it’s under a cut because this got really ridiculously long. also beware of spoilers.

honestly i think from the very beginning when ning que finds sang sang in the pile of dead bodies is when the whole ride or die dynamic starts?? like he was only maybe 4-years-old if i remember correctly when he found her and he didn’t have to take her with him. he was only a child and already barely surviving but he did it anyway and basically took care of her from then on until she was old enough to help out and they started surviving together. (ugh i cry every time i think about their found family dynamic and how from the beginning it’s been them against the world and it’s still them against the world and it’ll always be them against the world because no on else could possibly understand what they’ve had to do in order to survive for as long as they did ughhhh my heart!!!!!!!!!) 

when they were in the mountains, they were found by a hunter and taken in but the hunter didn’t treat them very well. the hunter abused them all the time and barely gave them enough to eat and was always threatening to sell sang sang off as a prostitute (sang sang was maybe about 4 or 5 at this point i think so you can imagine just how horrible this old man was). ning que by himself probably could have gotten away from the hunter and survived on his own but he wouldn’t leave sang sang behind so the two of them endured all the abuse until they couldn’t anymore. they killed the hunter together and ran away. they continue to survive in the wilderness after that until coming to wei city and live there until what we meet them at the start of the drama when the princess comes and they make their way to chang’an.

and idk in general there’s just been so many moments where you can see how protective they are of each other. sang sang gets so very defensive of ning que and ning que really would murder anyone who tries to hurt sang sang. like we can see from that scene with long qing at the banquet, ning que got really fired up once long qing suggested that ning que give him sang sang. before any attention was put on sang sang, ning que was just annoyed at long qing by how arrogant he was (and probably because sang sang said long qing was handsome before that lmaoooo but that’s just ning que being a dumb teenage boi who hasn’t yet realized his changing feelings for sang sang) but as soon as they came for sang sang, hoooooooo boy, ning que really came for long qing’s life and humiliated him in front of everyone at the banquet. 

and then we have ning que basically asking every single person he knew to look after sang sang for him before he left to the wilderness. he couldn’t bear to leave her behind but he had to so this was the only way he knew how to protect and look after her from afar. ALSO THAT SCENE IN THE DRAMA WHERE THE PRINCE WAS HARASSING SANG SANG?? AND NING QUE HAD HIM IN A CHOKE HOLD?? AND ONLY DIDN’T MURDER THAT IDIOT RIGHT THEN AND THERE WAS BECAUSE HE KNEW IT WOULD BRING THEM A LOT OF TROUBLE IF HE MURDERED ROYALTY??? BUT HONESTLY IF NING QUE DIDN’T HAVE TO HOLD BACK THAT PRINCE WOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD IN A SECOND. LIKE HOW DARE YOU COME AFTER MY SANG SANG?? GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

and like the entire time ning que was in the wilderness, despite his budding feelings towards mo shan shan, he still spent so much time thinking about sang sang and just missing her and home. like hello, SANG SANG WASN’T NING QUE’S LIFELINE. SANG SANG WAS NING QUE’S LIFE. which are his thoughts immediately after another confrontation with long qing. at this point, ning que the shameless boy that he is, was hiding behind mo shan shan and not willing to fight long qing because his first instinct is survival. he knew he wasn’t as powerful as long qing and if they fought, he probably would die. long qing obvi wasn’t gonna let ning que get away that easily so he brought up the only thing, only PERSON, that he knew would get to ning que and provoke him into taking basically a life or death bet with long qing about cultivating or whatever (i forget the details i was too caught up in all my ningsang feels during this part lol) was sang sang. and guess what?? IT WORKED NING QUE WAS READY TO FIGHT LONG QING AND MURDER HIM FOR THREATENING SANG SANG AGAIN 

also when ning que finally comes back from the wilderness, he was sooooo eager to finally be home again, soooooo eager to finally see sang sang again because he doesn’t eat or sleep well when he’s away from her LIKE WOW WHAT A DORK HOW DO YOU NOT REALIZE YOU’RE IN LOVE YET. AND THAT MOMENT WHEN NING QUE REALIZES THAT SANG SANG RAN AWAY?? YOU KNOW WHAT HIS THOUGHT WAS?? THAT IF HE COULDN’T FIND SANG SANG AND BRING HER BACK, THEN WHAT WAS THE POINT OF LIVING??? HE LITERALLY CANNOT LIVE WITH OUT HER BECAUSE SHE’S HIS LIFE AHAHAHAH MY HEART!!!!!!!!

as for sang sang, in the drama we have a moment where she explicitly says that she wouldn’t know what to do if ning que died when she was taking care of him when he got really sick from reading all those books in the academy. also in the book, the main reason why sang sang decides to become wei guang ming’s disciple is because she realizes that if she were to practice the divine light of haotian or whatever, she could then protect ning que in the same way he’s been protecting her all their lives. i think her thoughts were something along the lines of being able to kill people as well lmaooo we all stan such a ruthless power couple I LOVE IT.

and then there’s the part where fu zi confines ning que to the back of the mountain for very important cultivating reasons or whatever (lmao sorry i really don’t remember specifics because highkey my brain only remembers parts of the novel to do with ningsang) because ning que joined the devil. sang sang didn’t have to stay with ning que, but girl was not about to let her boyfriend/fiance/life-partner/honestly at this point who knows anymore all we know is that they’re gonna be together forever, go through this hardship alone so she goes back there with him as well. 

AND LET’S TALK ABOUT HOW SANG SANG DOESN’T EVEN BLINK AT THE FACT THAT NING QUE JOINED THE DEVIL??? SHE DOESN’T CARE BECAUSE NO MATTER WHAT HE’S STILL THE NING QUE SHE KNOWS AND LOVE AND HE WOULD NEVER HURT HER??? OH MY GOD MY FEELS I LOVE THEM SOSOSOSO MUCH. and by this point in the novel, soooooo many people have been suspecting that ning que is the son of yama but sang sang doesn’t care!! she’ll stick by him no matter what!!

OKAY FINALLY LASTLY when it’s revealed that actually sang sang is the child of hades, daughter of yama, whatever other way this gets translated as, ning que fights the whole world for her, pretty much almost literally. and now where the novel is translated up to, the two of them are still on the run and doing their best to survive while literally almost everyone (with very few exceptions) are out to kill them because ning que refuses to give sang sang up. WOW CAN YOU BELIEVE THEY INVENTED TRUE LOVE???

EDIT: I FORGOT THAT THE BOOK AND DRAMA HAS STATED AND SHOWN THAT SANG SANG IS NING QUE’S LIFE OBJECT LIKE WHAT MORE PROOF IS THERE THAT THEY’RE RIDE OR DIE MORE THAN THAT HAHAHAHA 

LMAO OKAY I’M DONE CAN YOU BELIEVE THESE TWO OWN MY ASS SO HARD I WROTE A WHOLE ESSAY ABOUT THEM. anyways if you’ve made it this far, congrats and thanks for reading all my ramblings. feel free to come into my inbox to scream about them anytime!

[jim-im-a-doctor-not-a-physicist]

The Crimes of Grindlewald review literally NONE of you asked for.

Just a forewarning now I’m spoiling stuff. A lot of stuff. Begone now unless you wish the big movie stuff to be ruined.

Before I begin let me say, I am not a movie producer, or a producer of anything really. This movie alone will make more than I will in my lifetime. I am not an opinion anyone on this will care about. I’m just a person with a blog spouting an opinion no one asked for. I also do not believe nor care if this review changes people’s minds. 

Alright friends, I’m gonna split this review into three sections, the good, the stupid and the bad. I want to make it clear, I enjoyed the movie. I love Newt Scamander and Co. Did it feel like a Harry Potter movie? HELL NO. But did it make me smile and cry? Absolutely.

The Good

Newt Scamander

This is my boy. Anyone who has a single bad word to ever say about Newt Scamander can leave right now. I love him more than certain living relatives. I loved how nervous he was about meeting Tina again. I love how he says what he thinks and how he compared Tina’s eyes to those of a salamander. I love how Tina understood that he was not being mean. I love how passionate he is about his creatures and how uncomfortable his assistant made him. It made so much sense that he refuses to pick sides. Newt fights for what is right, and that is not always simply one side or another. He is the best part of this movie and do not try to convince me otherwise. 

Jude Law

He nailed it. That is so Dumbledore it hurt. The pained expression on his face when they said him and Grindlewald were like brothers was beautiful. He has the same twinkle in his eye and it felt like seeing an old friend again. 

Leta Lestrange 

Look minus her death, Leta Lestrange was exactly what I imagined. Leta dying makes me unimaginably upset. She is troubled, she could have been a wonderful middle ground character, always unsure of which side she is truly on. On one hand, she loves Theseus but Grindlewald could offer her a home that she has never had. The entire movie she had me on edge, waiting for her to flip her already shaking lid. Instead, a character we barely know sacrifices herself for a relationship we never truly saw. 

The Stupid

This section was put in for those who have failed to apply 10-15 minutes of thought on any of these big fanboy problems. 

The Professor McGonagall nightmare

The simple and plausible answer, this is a cameo of one of her relatives, perhaps an aunt or a cousin. Maybe it was a common name at that point? It did not sound nor look like the professor we know so why should we presume that it is her? Someone tweet JK Rowling and ask for answers. This is all I’ve got. 

Creedence’s Heritage 

So remember at some point in the movie when Grindlewald and Dumbledore made that blood pact? Well, blood is weird in the magic world, the properties obtained from someone's blood stays for a lifetime. Like how Voldemort got that protection for Harry from Harry’s blood which originated from Lily. Therefore it would make sense that Grindelwald could call a Phoniex because he has Dumbledore blood within him. Grindlewald is lying to him, he needs Creedence so he can kill Dumbledore and will say anything to get him to help. It gives Creedence even more motive to destroy Dumbledore when he learns of the traumatization of his sister by muggles. It will push him even further into Grindlewald’s waiting arms. 

Dumbledore teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts

He likely taught DADA before getting demoted for being a little sassy pants to ministry officials and at one point falling in love with a psychopath. But he is a fantastic teacher so they just moved him to transfiguration. BAM plot hole solved stop crying already. 

The Bad

Lack of Dialogue

I have one overarching complaint that causes a bunch of tinier complaints, that being that there was ZERO DIALOGUE. That scene where Queenie and Creedence join Grindlewald should have had arguments. I expected to be seduced by Grindlewald to the dark side and I got nada. Queenie and Tina should have had a massive argument about her joining. The only thing that felt it had semi-proper conversating was when Tina and Newt talked about him being engaged. Newt and Theseus should have had a conversation about the fact that he is engaged to someone Newt loved. Newt and Leta should have had a conversation about Hogwarts. Everyone on press tours kept saying how seductive Grindlewald was, but I didn’t see it because he didn’t say enough to seduce me. JK Rowling is incredible at writing character development and interaction and it is obvious she was not a part of the dialogue near as much as she was in Fantastic Beasts and where to find them. 

Leta Lestrange

I loved Leta’s characterization. She was exactly as I pictured her. I ONLY WISH I HAD MORE. She plays a crucial role in both Scamander’s lives and we barely got anything from her. It’s hard to mourn her because I didn’t really know her. Her sacrifice felt out of character and it didn’t feel like Theseus really reacted to it all that much. Now if I had a movie to get to know her and her relationship with the elder Scamander I might think differently. 

It felt rushed

How did Warner Bros make a 2hr & 13 min feel rushed you ask? Well, it’s easy when you’re jumping scenes so many times your head spins. Stay on a scene for more than five minutes, please! This ties back to the first complaint, there is no dialogue.  There was so much that needed to be said and it wasn’t. It felt like a fast and furious movie had an affair with the deathly hallows pt 1 and 2. 

How I, an opinionated fan dork with no movie experience, would fix this

This movie should have been split into two parts, the first half showing Newt’s fame and the letters he writes Tina and him expanding his case. While over in NYC Tina and Queenie and living together while Queenie hides her relationship with Jacob. Meanwhile, Creedence is desperately searching for family and meets Nagini somehow (it isn’t important), and Grindlewald is building followers. All of this climaxing when Newt learns of his brother’s engagement and Tina finding out about Jacob and that magazine printing the wrong name for Leta’s engagement. 

The second movie, it’s been a few weeks, Tina has her new boyfriend and Queenie is seen enchanting in order to keep Jacob with her. Something feels off about Queenie and we’re all a little on edge. Meanwhile, Newt has noticed Tina’s letters have stopped coming and refuses to eat dinner with his brother and his old love. We get some flashbacks to the two at Hogwarts doing STUFF. We see Theseus and Leta arguing over the fact that Newt refuses to show and we see them being a couple. I’m tired of giving the play by play so we’re speeding things up. After this we keep the movie concept the same Queenie and Jacob showing up and stuff up (but with meaningful dialogue) until we get to the Grindlewald concert scene. Everything stays the same until it’s just the heroes vs Grindlewald and that sidekick of his. Instead of all of them immediately changing sides like morons we need some dialogue. He needs to look Queenie in the eye and tell her that he will let her marry Jacob in his new world. Tina needs to be screaming at her sister not to go with a confused Jacob in the middle. Something unforgivable needs to be said by one of them as Queenie joins him. Keep Creedence’s the same I approved of that. Keep everything from that point on the same. I approved of the ending. See how much better this feels? Now I can hear my fellow non-straight people saying that I did not bring in Dumbledore’s gayness into this. Nope I didn’t we are leaving the gay stuff from the original (”we were more than brothers” WOW I AM NOT STRAIGHT) and doing a glorious, long burn love story over six movies. 

Conclusion

I wrote this essay thing one day after seeing the movie. I may edit it. I may take it down because I think it’s stupid. You disagree with me? That’s fine. Would like to debate me about it? Go for it. I know Tumblr and all I ask is that you be civil and constructive. Know that if you aren’t I simply won’t reply nor care about your opinion and my mind will not be changed. Grow up and be nice or die mad about it. 

Update:

Ignore everything said about Minerva. IMBD released a cast list and it’s Minerva. Rowling, you best fix this. Break out those forbidden ass time turners JK cause I refuse to believe you would destroy canon on the big screen.  

Update:

I screwed up the spelling of Grindelwald every single time and I’m so sorry guys I’ve been spelling it like that for ages and NO ONE CORRECTED ME.

Update: 

Who decided to name drop McLaggen in this movie? All his offspring did was be used by Hermione to make Ron jealous? There is quite a bit of fan service in this movie and that by far was the oddest. 

[madokasoratsugu]

living dead

[muhyo/enchu/yoichi/biko friendship fic]

summary: The little ways whereby Muhyo, Yoichi and Biko cope (or don't) with Enchu's departure.

a/n: deep sigh. i was Sad so i wrote this instead of working on an impt essay. my grades are dying. so am i. so is everyone’s heart in this fic LMAO. pls read and enjoy !! as usual read on ao3 if possible, thanks!

ao3 / ffnet

Brushing a hand across his forehead, Muhyo feels Enchu tremble with barely contained giggles as his fingers snap against his forehead, an epiphany of giggles of erupting from the pale haired boy.

Enchu’s skin is soft, unscarred. It turns red from the gentlest squeeze, bruises from the slightest push.

He is fragile, that much is clear; but Muhyo doesn’t realise how easily his gentle friend hurts until the town is burning around them, people’s screams fill the streets and Muhyo hears Enchu whisper “you took everything from me”, voice cracking and eyes glossed over with madness.

(madness or sorrow, blame or grief, lies or truth

i love you or i hate you

those whispered words, always whispered in such a shy voice as if the words were a secret only for muhyo’s ears, echo in muhyo’s mind every time he feels the weight of his executor’s book in his hand;

his mind wanders further and the words get louder when he finds an assistant with a smile that captures the essence of fragility his friend once wore like a cloak wrapped ‘round his lithe frame)

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“You’re lying, lying, Enchu, why, why, don’t-don’t go! Don’t do this Enchu!”

Yoichi’s pitiful screams seem to pass right by the boy in mention, who smiles mockingly down at the tear streaked face of his former friend.

The judge to be’s hands are shaking, fingers frozen around his pen and seals.

He hears footsteps behind him, knows them well enough to know it’s Muhyo’s, knows Enchu well enough to spot the flickering panic in the way his chest dips in a quick exhale.

Opening his mouth, Yoichi gives out one last strangled plea.

“Soratsugu…!”

(yoichi remembers the pale haired boy with his brilliant smile, remembers how the corners of enchu’s sky blue eyes would crinkle with amusement, remembers the way enchu’s thin arms had curled around his waist, remembers enchu’s soft sigh whenever yoichi buries his face in the crook of his neck.

yoichi remembers, treating enchu who looked like he would snap in half at the softest wind, like the finest of china.

most of all, yoichi remembers the sound of enchu’s soft laugh;

like chimes, long bidden sorrows, a tired song.)

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“You’ll get sick again if you eat too much.” Biko always half-heartedly chides, another steaming loaf already being brought to the table to be cut.

She knows better than anyone else, of his weak health, too breakable bones and tragic immune system; she’s their room’s unspoken for doctor, fingers calloused and scratched from herbs and artifact making, constantly smoothing down Enchu’s back as he heaves into the toilet bowl for the umpteenth time that day.

“I can never, not when you’ve baked it.” Enchu always laughs as a reply.

(then enchu takes rio away, the first(perhaps fourth) person to mean so dearly to biko she would gladly have traded an arm, an leg for her to be returned;

yet all biko can think is ‘who’s been accompanying you these cold nights in the lavatory nowadays enchu, you havent been taking care of yourself; look at the weight youve lost, im glad youre alive’

and she weeps for the boy whose heart was weaker than his body,

for the boy she would have traded her soul to be returned.)

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None ever talk about the white haired boy when they gather (if they gather).

They trade boisterous greetings, loud smiles, but never, never broach the subject of their once-friend emblazoned on every ‘wanted’ poster, every front page of every newspaper.

Not even when Biko cooks for four; not even when Yoichi turns to reach for a hand that isn’t there; not even when Muhyo leaves Biko’s house, leaves all that he knows and dearly loves, and doesn’t turn back for two whole years.

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When Enchu left, he took something from them.

They don’t know what it is, but they all know it left them hollow, desperate, maddeningly sad.

It’s a something that pushes Biko to practice artifact making late into the night, cutting herbs by the moonlight and fusing metal by day, until her spirit is as scratched and burnt as her hands are; but never her heart, no, never her heart.

It’s a something that made Yoichi give up two whole years of his youth to pour over data sheets and dated photographs, scrutinising grainy images and decoding unfamiliar jargon until he earns a detested title he never needed.

It’s a something that weighs on Muhyo like his executor’s cloak, something that he never allows himself to put aside, contracting every envoy he can get his hands on to become a person worthy of a title he swore he would polish until every living being regretted ever gifting it to him.

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They were interviewed just once, about what they thought of the fallen student, the magic law exile, the betrayer.

Nobody has ever found the transcript, tape, or interviewer.

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“Muhyo, we’ll try again tomorrow.”

Biko’s voice is quiet, her hands soothing as she rubs salve over his new burn.

Muhyo remains silent, wishing a snarky remark out his mouth, but his leaden tongue prevents him.

Yoichi sits slumped beside him, clearly exhausted from the tempering drain of envoy contracting.

Matching purple bruises rest under both their eyes, but both show refusal in the firm grip of pen and book.

Biko presses harder onto Muhyo’s skin. Muhyo flinches. Yoichi murmurs a joke about her poor skills as a doctor.

One of the four emperors of Hell is difficult to contract, but it’s necessary.

As necessary as the scars that embed itselves deep into the trio’s heart, with every failed attempt, with every lead becoming a dead end.

As necessary as the pain they condemn themselves to, in hopes that one day they’ll understand the pain they unknowingly forced upon the one dearest to them.

“We’ll try again tomorrow.” Biko says, much more firmly.

She screws the salve container shut, and drags a comforter from her bag. Draping it carefully over the duo, Biko leaves no room for refusal, no room for either to shake and cry and give up - not for them, not for herself.

“We’ll try again tomorrow.” Biko repeats.

Hearing the flat note in her voice, Yoichi pulls her down to rest beside him while Muhyo finally mumbles an agreement.

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Time is supposed to heal all wounds.

Time is supposed to help them move on.

Muhyo points out the irony once, quite literally. The belltower with a clock face has never been fixed since the night the town burnt, a pronounced crack running across it’s glass face.

The hands of the clock inside are cracked, splintered. But running mechanisms keep it ticking in place, forever trying to move forward but failing.

Seeing that, Muhyo had laughed for the first time since the night his world fell apart.

Hearing that, Yoichi held Muhyo’s hand a little tighter, while Biko pressed closer to Muhyo’s side.

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Enchu is fractured glass, muddy snow, wilted bellflowers.

Enchu is a thousand metaphors, and then more.

Enchu was someone who loved and loved and loved -

And tired of it.

When he appears like he disappeared, in a flurry of confetti adorning a smile too crooked to be genuine, all three remember what the association, the world, always forced them to forget.

Enchu isn’t a metaphor.

Soratusgu is a broken boy who lost too much, too fast, who hurt too easily and pushed himself to try even when he couldn’t.

Soratsugu is a beloved friend.

And they would never, ever, forget that.

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“When we can properly meet him again,” Biko starts, softly. Always the only one brave enough to broach the subject, to force them to confront and heal, no matter how broken and backwards their healing may be. “What do you want to say?”

Yoichi visibly settles, lips thinning in a small smile. “That’s a hard thing to pick from an entire bucket load i’ve saved, Biko. Maybe where have you been all this time, you ass?” Always the only one brave enough to say what he thinks, from fear that one day they’ll be gone too, because he said something too late, too little.

Muhyo snorts, taking a step back to distance himself from the hubbub of the inventory store. “As if we already don’t know.” He mutters, leaning heavily against Yoichi’s side. Always the only one mincing his crude words, hiding a softer, gentler side, too afraid of hurting and being hurt again; yet speaking up anyway, because what are words if not to communicate and love?

Yoichi laughs, in a way that makes Muhyo helplessly grin and Biko hide a smile in the curve of her elbow.

“That’s right, we do, don’t we?”

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There’s a strangled cry, an outstretched hand, an alarmed yell, and Enchu pummels into the demon carriage, carried by love and magic and the faith of three friends.

For the first time, in a long, long while, the trio watches Enchu let go of his breath, and cry.

Biko is wiping away his tears as fast as they fall. Yoichi cradles him to his chest. Muhyo is slumped against his front, half-conscious.

Still, all three manage to say one phrase lying on the tip of their tongues for two long, long, years.

“Welcome home, Enchu.”

There’s a hiccup, a strained but familiarly beautiful laugh.

“I’m back. I’m back. I’m home.”

And for the first time, in a long, long while, the world settles around Biko, Yoichi, and Muhyo, and everything feels like it will finally be alright.