#but if the birthday boy is Wars he's definitely smashing the cake on his face lol

[perryelornitorrinco]

It was Wind Waker's anniversary last week! Do you have any birthday headcanons for LU Wind?

Hiiiiii Ray, thanks a lot for the ask 🥹!!!! BIRTHDAY HEADCANONS YES YES YES!!!!

Okay okay I don't have that many, but I like to think he doesn't like those number shaped candles, he finds them boring. If he's 14 he has to blow 14 individual candles, and if it was Time's birthday he would put a hundred candles on the birthday cake (Wild and Hyrule would approve it, not so sure about Twilight).

Another one, and I think this one is obvious, is that he LOVES themed parties, and being his birthday he would of course force everyone to wear pirate clothes (tho Twilight and Sky would be enjoying it the most, they would pretend to be pirates and do sword fights), and Time definitely has to wear a pirate eye patch. Hyrule would definitely be talking like a pirate all day and Wars would be making Wind cringe with his older brother energy/jokes XDD!

He would miss Arryl sosososo much cause they used to blow the candles together like all siblings do, and while LU she's not there with Wind :,( (maybe a great birthday gift would be a portal to Outset Island!), or if not maybe he asks Four to blow them with him (I like the hc of them being related but I need to study it more tbh), I love those two. He would get annoyed and think Arryl ruined his birthday the first times (older sibling moment) but as they got older he would end up liking it!

And the last headcanon/fun fact¿ is that I like to imagine Wind's birthday is on spring-summer, cause he's made for pool parties but also cause I share my birthday with him XD!! Wind Waker's release date on Europe was on May 2 of 2003, and I have the same birthday and age, so yeah, maybe not a pool party but an outdoors pirate-themed summer birthday party like the ones I used to do hehe!!!

I WANNA KNOW YOURS RAY TELL ME AAA!!!!! AND EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS, WE WANNA KNOW BIRTHDAY HCs!!!! >:·3

[goldenraeofsun]

If you’re still doing the fic prompts I’d love enemies to friends to lovers and isolated or trapped. I love your writing and I’m a sucker for enemies to lovers plot lines!

Hour 0

Dean stomps his feet on the mat, trying to get rid of the snow caking stubbornly to his boots. It was a two minute walk from where he carefully parked his baby several cars down the driveway of Charlie’s rented cabin, but Dean and Sam look like they’d just gone toe to toe with an avalanche. As the door opens, grins. “Did someone say video games?” 

Charlie beams as she accepts a hello hug from Sam. “Just in time!” she tells them, tugging them both inside. “Kevin and Garth got here ten minutes ago. Jo’s making a liquor run, and Castiel is finishing setting up Monopoly.”

Dean’s relieved grin at finally getting out of the cold falls off his face at Castiel’s name. “Seriously?”

“It’s a legit game,” Charlie chides as she directs them further into the luxurious cabin she and the rest of her birthday party guests rented for the long weekend, “more legit than Vampirates vs. Goulpires,” she mutters under her breath. Before Dean could defend his totally not made up RPG, she adds, “Anyway, he also brought Clue, Sorry, Uno, and Settlers of Catan, before you jump down his throat for Monopoly.”

Dean scowls but admits, “I guess it wouldn’t be game night without the rest.”

“Exactly,” Charlie says primly.

“Nice place,” Sam says, unravelling his scarf as he walks inside, marveling at the exposed wood and other home deco shit Dean couldn’t care less about. There aren’t creepy paintings with eyes that follow you around or mounted animal heads on the wall, so it’s all good in Dean’s book. The owners are people who probably go glamping.

“It was a steal at this time of the year,” Charlie says with a grin. “Who knew nobody wanted to freeze their asses off in the middle of nowhere in January?”

“Wifi?” Sam asks, already hopefully rooting around in his pocket for his phone.

“I didn’t ask,” Charlie says cheerfully. As Sam’s face falls, she swats him in the arm. “This is going to be a completely offline weekend - and that’s coming from me. Don’t be a baby about it.” 

Just before the threshold of the living room, Charlie tugs Dean off to the side. “Hey, wait a sec.” They listen for a second as Sam’s appearance causes a brief uproar in loud greetings. “I know you don’t like Castiel-”

“’Cause he’s a dick,” Dean shoots back automatically.

“-but play nice,” Charlie continues, rolling her eyes. “It’s my birthday, and we definitely don’t need any macho man contests, got it?”

“Got it,” Dean grumbles. “But-”

“What?”

“I’m not gonna be blamed if he starts it,” Dean says, and he would cross his arms across his chest if he wasn’t carrying two bags full of three extra controllers and six videogames. He settles for glaring down at Charlie imperiously since he’s got the height advantage.

“See,” Charlie rolls her eyes, “This is why I’m so glad I’m a lesbian.”

Hour 1.5

“Come on!” Dean howls as Castiel fishes out the wedged bills from underneath Free Parking. “He’s already bought half the board!”

Charlie looks up from reorganizing the bank’s haphazard stacks of ones, fives, tens, twenties, and fifties. Plus a pathetic two five-hundred bills. The rest are already owned by Castiel.

Sam, who’d already declared bankruptcy twenty minutes ago and was already halfway to getting sharked by Jo in a poker with Kevin and Garth, elbows him in the ribs. “Play nice,” he hisses.

“He started it,” Dean retorts right to Castiel’s smirking face.

“By winning?” Castiel asks in an innocent tone that doesn’t fool Dean in the fucking least.

“By being an asshole,” Dean says darkly.

Sam just elbows him again.

Charlie rolls her eyes.

Hour 2

“That’s it! I’m done!” Dean declares, throwing down his two measly properties he managed to keep ahold of. “Take all my goddamn money.”

“Gladly,” Castiel says smugly as he adds Dean’s precious deeds to his pile of cards.

Charlie slaps her hand against her forehead.

“Alright, it’s you and me angel boy,” Dorothy says, leaning across the board. “Bring it.”

Hour 3

Castiel’s face falls faster than Yoshi just fell off Rainbow Road.

Dean’s currently in the lead, but he’s not so distracted by his impending victory to miss Castiel totally failing at Mario Kart. He hasn’t broken the top three since they started playing forty-five minutes ago. Dean grins widely.

“Oh, shut up,” Castiel grumbles as his eyes flick from the controller to the nearest wall and back again.

Dean’s gaze doesn’t deviate from the screen. “I didn’t say anything, jackass.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Sam mutters as he lobs a green koopa shell at Dean’s Mario.

Mario careens off the road, Luigi speeding past.

Dean’s mouth falls open. “What the hell, Sammy?” 

“All’s fair in love and war and Mario Kart,” Sam recites dutifully, his tongue between his teeth as he fights to keep his lead from Charlie’s Toad.

Hour 3.5

“Seriously, Dean?” Castiel demands over the sound of mashing buttons. “We are on the same team.”

“My bad,” Dean says blithely as he hammers on Yoshi again instead of aiming for Luigi or Toad. They’re clearly going to lose, but Dean might as well make it fun for himself.

Plus, there’s nothing Sam likes least than playing a boring game of Super Smash Bros. Serves him right, for forcing Dean to be on a team with Castiel. Oh we can’t be on a team together, Dean, we’ve had too much practice. It wouldn’t be fair - Dean’s shapely ass.

“You are being completely unreasonable.”

“D’you know who whines, Cas?” Dean taunts as he bonks Luigi once in the head before wailing on Yoshi, “babies.”

Castiel bursts out, “Dammit, Dean!” as Yosi gets blasted off screen, no thanks to Mario.

Dean isn’t the least bit sorry when Castiel does finally throw his controller at the wall and storms into the kitchen for more alcohol.

Hour 4

“Give me those goddamn sheep!” Dean hollers as he brandishes three lumber cards and an ore in Castiel’s face. “I know you have them.”

“I might,” Castiel says calmly, “but that has no bearing on whether or not I wish to trade with you.”

“You need lumber for that road,” Dean reminds him testily.

“Dorothy has extra lumber she might be willing to trade me,” Castiel says, eyes narrowing.

Dorothy looks up from where she’d been whispering conspiratorially with Charlie. “Uh, Charlie just took my extra lumber. Sorry.”

Castiel glares daggers of betrayal at the pair of them. “I forfeit my turn,” he announces, crossing his arms across his chest like a toddler refusing to walk one more step further.

“Seriously?” Dean gapes. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I am not,” Castiel thunders. “This whole evening, you’ve been recalcitrant and a poor loser. I don’t see why I have to accommodate such behavior.”

Dean slams down his hand on the table, rattling “Of all the goddamn pretentious bullshit-”

“Woah,” Kevin interrupts, alarmed. “Come on, guys, this doesn’t have to be a big deal-”

Dean interrupts, “He made it a big deal when he refused to trade the sheep!”

“This is not about the sheep, and you know it, Dean Winchester,” Castiel says severely.

“Okay,” Charlie says loudly, her mouth set in a firm line. “Time out.”

“Yes, thank you,” Castiel says gratefully. “I could do with a break -”

“No, a time out, Charlie says, pointing unambiguously at Castiel and Dean, “You two, get out until you can play nice together.”

Read the rest here!

[foreverfangirlalways]

“Pseudo” Boyfriends (Chapter 3)

Chapter Title: Fake=Fucking Stupid

Summery: Patton learns about Pre-Birthday Prank War, and Patton and Virgil decide to figure out how to tell Janus that Patton likes him. (Well, Patton decides while Virgil struggles with the impaired judgement of his best friend)

Ships: Moceit, Analogical, CriticxSleep

Warning: stupidity, blatant ignorance, selective hearing

-let me know if I need to add more warnings-

(Thank you to my friend @kawaiikat54 for helping me with this fic!)

*Enjoy the fluff while it lasts...*

—-

It was around 8:30 when Janus opened his eyes and looked down at the person in his arms.

Patton had his arms wrapped around Janus and his face was alight in the morning sun. Janus yawned and Patton held on to Janus tighter.

Janus smiles and starts softly running his fingers through Patton’s hair. Janus always loved to do that, because to him, Patton’s hair is softer than silk.

Patton’s nose twitched the tiniest bit, and Janus place a delicate kiss on the top of it.

‘He looks so peaceful, like the dew on a flower petal in the early morning. His hair curls around my fingers like it’s reaching for me, like it’s trying to love me as much as I love him. His eyes are... open?”

Janus stops his Shakespearean monologue about how good Patton looks when he realizes that Patton is watching him stare at him. To avoid embarrassment, Janus just holds onto Patton tighter and burrows his face into Patton’s hair. “Your hair smells good.”

Janus pulled back and saw a dust of redness across Patton’s features. “Oh, it must be shampoo, Very Hairy Berry. Ain’t the name hairlarious?” Patton giggled, and Janus just shook his head fondly.

“You’re so adorable.”

Janus, realizing that he just said that aloud, looked at Patton. Patton just smiled a snuggled closer. Janus looked ecstatic.  

“No no sleepy head, no matter how adorable I find you, we still better get ready for breakfast.”

They get ready and go down, smiling and blushing the whole time. Once they entered the kitchen, everyone greeted them, and they sat upon the stools next to the island.

Remy is making eggs, and Critic looked to be making chocolate gravy for the biscuits. Virgil put a bowl of what looked like pudding on the island, and then kissed Logan on the cheek.

Patton grabbed a spoon and went for the pudding, but Logan placed his hand on Patton’s wrist before he could even get anything on the spoon.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-“

“No no, it is nothing of the sort Patton. Though the person who does eat it is going to hate Virgil for about a week.”

Remy and Critic snickered. Janus groaned.

“Tomorrow is prank day, isn’t it?”

Critic nods and turns to a confused Patton.

“It is tradition that on the eve of every person in this family’s birthday, there is a prank war. The winner of the war gets to smash a piece of cake in the birthday boys face. Or, if the birthday boy wins, he gets to choose a punishment for the entire group.”

Patton smiled and looked at everyone. “That sounds like a wonderful bonding experience! But how is the winner chosen?”

“Oh! I can answer that one babes! So, all day the participants will do their pranks, and then they will do one main prank on the person of their choice. On the main prank, you will record what happens and everyone will vote on the best prank after all the videos are presented right before cake time.

Patton happy clapped and Janus banged his head against the island.

“Don’t be happy Pat, it is absolutely torture!”

Virgil laughed at Janus’s actions. “Ignore him Patton, he’s just upset that he has never won.”

Janus stood up, knocking his chair over and pointed and Virgil threateningly.

“LIESSSS!”

Patton kissed Janus’s cheek. “Common Snakey, sit down and calm down. We need breakfast!”

Janus plopped down on Patton’s lap and buried his face in Patton’s shoulder. Everyone chuckled and sat down around the island.

“Sorry, was that to much?” Patton whispered in Janus ear.

“No. Well, maybe a bit much.” Janus whispered back.

They both huffed a laugh, oblivious to Virgil’s knowing gaze from hearing their words.

-_-_-_-

After breakfast, Logan asks Janus to help him with something. They left, and Patton walks towards Janus’s room, but Virgil drags Patton off to his room.

“Hey Virgil! What’s up?” Patton asked after Virgil shut the door. Virgil turned around and crossed his arms.

“So, you and Janus, huh?”

Patton sighed happily and fell onto Virgil’s bed.

“Yep! Can you believe it?”

Virgil blinked. “No. I literally cannot.”

“Haha,I couldn’t either at first. I mean I was shocked when I realized he really truly likes me!”

Virgil, deciding he has had enough of Patton’s bullshit, pulled out the big guns.

“Yeah. So, how long have y’all been pretending to be boyfriends?”

Patton blinks and then...

“HAHAHA WhAT dO yoU MeaN? thAts ReDicUlus!”

Virgin leans against the door and raises an eyebrow.

“Well, I was going to say this was a prank, but what the hell? That was about as convincing as that time when you said you didn’t like snakes while cuddling with a gaint plush snake.”

Patton stood up, and put a hand on his hip. “One, Janus got me that when we went to the Zoo. And two, how did you figure it out?”

“Ohh, other than the fact that there is literally no way y’all could have gotten together without you telling me or Logan?”

Patton nodded.

“And the fact that you have liked Janus forever?”

Nod.

“And the fact that you have gushed about him to me basically every night, but haven’t once since you got here?”

Nod

“And the fa-“

“Ok ok, I get it! Now what specifically gave it away?”

Virgil smirked. “I actually had no idea, but your reaction was perfect.”

Patton looked shocked, and then threw a pillow at Virgil.

“Calm down Patton, I had my suspicions but not definite proof.”

“So! You tricked me!”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Not really. Also, you already told me about your birthday story, and you said it was the first time he kissed you on the cheek. You gushed about it for hours, and then I had to deal with Janus telling me the story over again and him gushing while I had to pretend to act like I didn’t already know everything.”

Patton immediately brightened and jumped up and down. “Yes! Last night when he thought I was asleep, he said he wished that this was real. And what you just said confirms that he truly likes me! Now I just have to tell him that I feel the same!”

‘Huh. I wasn’t expecting that.’ Virgil though.

“Well, maybe today because tomorrow is prank day and that could be a bad misunderstanding.”

Patton had a look of realization pass over his face. “You’re right! I could tell him tomorrow with a prank!”

Virgil blinked, and took a step away from the door. “Wow, that is not what I said at all. That sounds like a terrible plan!”

Patton nodded. “It is a wonderful plan! I could make him one of those glitter tubes, and whenever he pops it open it will have a note that tells him I want to be his real boyfriend!”

“...Are you even listening to me? He could take that in the wrong way and think that you are just joking or playing with his feelings.”

“Of course I’m listening! He won’t think it is a joke because I will add a bunch of emojis on it!” Patton said, looking faintly offended at Virgil’s thought. “Oh? What type of emojis?”

“The laughing face ones!”

Virgil face palmed. “Oh my god. This... this is going to be awful.”

Patton waved his hands around. “Awfully fantastic! I’ll even give him a speech afterwards, telling him everything and how I’ve liked him since he punched my ex Ethan to protect me.”

‘Finally, something that makes sense.’

“Ok,” Virgil nods, “that’s actually a good idea. This could work.”

“Put since it’s prank day I’ll say everything the opposite way!”

Virgil blinked, and then threw his hands into the air. “Holy hell! This just keeps getting worse! Please don’t do that!”

Patton hugged Virgil then gripped his shoulders. “Thank you for your help Virgil! I’m gonna go start on my plan!”

Virgil watched Patton walk away, frozen in place and dumbfounded. He shook his head and took out the recorder in his pocket.

“Well, when shit hits the fan and Janus comes to murder me, at least I can give him this and make him see that Patton meant well. And was serious. Holy hell my friends are idiots that don’t listen!”

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[writer-and-artist27]

Video Game Dialogue

Since Fate: Grand Order has kinda taken a bit of my time for destressing purposes, I couldn’t help but remember this old drawing and decided to explore it a bit more. Basically, me getting the chance to write Tomoko a bit more in a video game setting, where she interacts with someone new. That someone being you as the reader/player.

Think of the following under the cut as a What-If where fanfictions could get games and Tomoko was your helper character. Also, this is to see how many character references I can smash into one post!

Tagging @langwrites, @owlsofstarlight, @abalisk, and @hylianhick here too since their characters are mentioned. 

Opening the game for the first time: “Oh! Hi! Welcome to Konoha!” (waves at you with a smile) “I’m Hoshino Tomoko! What’s your name?” 

Opening the game after establishing a save file: “Hi, [Player’s Name]! Welcome back!” (smiles) “It’s good to see you!”

You’ve played the game for more than 2 hours: “I’m glad to see you hard at work at something, but make sure to take a break, please?” (smiles wryly) “It’s better to have just one workaholic in the group.” 

You’re playing at 12 am at night: (frowns at you, arms crossed) “...Not to sound rude, but please go get some sleep. Work doesn’t look as great when you’re sleep deprived. Take care of yourself!”

It’s your Birthday: (lights are off before candles light themselves, revealing a cake) “Happy Birthday to you~” (room slowly lights up, revealing Tomoko behind the cake, beaming and singing) “Happy Birthday to you~ Happy Birthday to you, dear [Player’s Name]! Happy Birthday~! To~ you~!” 

During an Event: “Huh, there’s something going on outside. Make sure to suit up with whatever you need and be careful, okay?” 

You just won a trophy: “Congrats on the newest achievement! I’ll go get the cake! Hm? Yes, yes, I made a cake. And it’s all for you!” (grins) 

You’ve won a battle: “Congrats on the win! Make sure to heal up when you can!” (pauses) “Hm? You want a break?” (smiles happily) “I can play piano for you!” 

You’ve lost a battle: (reaches over to pat your head, voice soft) “I get it’s frustrating. It’s okay to feel that way. You did a lot. Take what time you need to recover, think, or really vent. I’ll always be here if you need me. For now, what can I do for you?” 

You come back to the game after a long period away: “Eh?” (gasps) “[Player’s Name]...” (tears up before smiling softly) “Welcome back. And yes, before you say anything. I did miss you. Where have you been?” 

Loved Ones: “Who I love? Um. Mama, Papa, Sakumo-jichan, Wataru-jichan, Miyako-bachan, Team Minato, Haya-kun, Jack-nii, Leith-nee, Saber, Archer...” (counts off fingers) “Kuroha-san, Kei - eh?” (shakes head, face red) “I-I am not blushing! Please stop focusing on that, [Player’s Name]!”

Likes: “What I like? Hmmm... the piano, being with my friends and family, baking, no war whatsoever, dreamless sleep, and uh...” (blushes) “Can I say lots of hugs? I mean, I’d like to hug you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfy, so...” (giggles nervously) “I’ll just leave it at that. What do you like, [Player’s Name]?”

Dislikes: “What I don’t like?” (immediately frowns) “The entire ninja system, war, and bullshit fighting tactics. Konoha’s seen its fair share of bad stuff. Um. Just don’t tell Team Minato I said that first part, please?” (shakes head) “Also, I’m not for sex, bullying, and any form of abuse. Eh? What I mean by the first part? I-I mean, it’s fine for others to like sex, I’m just not for it myself...” (smiles sadly) “When it’s all okay, I’ll tell you that story another time, [Player’s Name].”

Conversation 1: “You certainly have some time on your hands. What can I do for you?”

Conversation 2: “When do you want to head out, [Player’s Name]? Do you want me to set you off with some blueberry muffins? Or are cookies better?” (blinks) “Wait a minute, maybe granola would be a better choice...” 

Conversation 3: “You’ve really come a long way since we met, [Player’s Name].” (smiles softly) “You’re amazing, y’know that? Keep up the good work. Just remember to take breaks every now and then, and if you need music, just visit the Cafe. I’ll be there. Hm? I look sad?” (shakes head) “No, no, I’m just...thinking. If you’re worried, all I ask is to please come by and visit me every now and then, okay? I’d like to check up on you.” 

Conversation 4 (Requires Uchiha Obito): “Eh - Obi! Aaaah, it’s good to see you! Hehehe, you’re tall now. You should’ve told me you were around [Player’s Name] sooner! I would’ve made an extra helping of muffins for you!” (pouts before smiling softly, opening arms) “C’mon, you owe me a hug. You absolute goof. I love you too. And you don’t have to cry now. I said I’d be there and support you whenever I could, didn’t I? Now get over here.” 

Conversation 5 (Requires Nohara Rin): “Ricchan! You’ve been keeping up the medicine! Ehhhh? I know I saw you just yesterday on hospital duty, I just like seeing you! Blame a civilian girl for loving her ninja friends! Muu.” (rolls eyes before giggling) “I have my keyboard, I can play something for you again! Yay! Or, if you want to go out for shopping, we can go!”

Conversation 6 (Requires Hatake Kakashi): “Kashi... you’ve definitely mellowed out since I’ve last seen you. Are you taking care of yourself properly? Yes, yes, I know you’re helping [Player’s Name], and that you can live on your own now, but you should know me after all these years. I worry about you because you’re my friend, okay? I can get some Scooby Snacks for you and the ninken.” (blinks) “Oh? Broiled saury? Okay.” (smiles) “Welcome home, Kashi.”

Conversation 7 (Requires Gekko Hayate): “Hi, Haya-kun.” (smiles fondly) “You’ve definitely gotten taller than me. Even though I would like to be a bit taller, oh well. The fact that you’re helping out [Player’s Name] and fighting just as well as everyone else really shows how far you’ve come from that little boy I hugged all the time. You dork. Let me go get a banana-muffin for you and [Player’s Name] before you head out again.”

Conversation 8 (Requires Yuki Judai): “Papa... You’re heading out again, with the headband.” (sad smile) “I know you want to, I wasn’t going to stop you, even though I really really want to. You’re my only Papa, of course I love you a lot. Just be safe out there, okay? And come home soon. With [Player’s Name.]” (blushes with a frown) “Y-You didn’t have to kiss me on the head, Papa! [Player’s Name] is still looking!” (still smiles) “Okay, okay. I know. I love you too, Papa.” 

Conversation 9 (Requires Hoshino Hikari): “Mama... When did you get that spear? I feel like I should be worried, especially since I’ve never seen you fight before, but I know you’re really strong in your own way. Just come home quick, okay? It gets lonely without you, and I still need to learn how to dance better. You’re my dance instructor, and no one else does it better than you. Not to mention all the clothes. I guess... yeah. I love you, Mama.” 

Conversation 10 (Requires Hatake Sakumo): “Sakumo-jichan, you’re sure?” (pauses) “I know, I know. Just, just give me a hug and let me play you something before you go out with [Player’s Name], okay? And be safe.” (opens arms) “Love you too, Sakumo-jichan.”

Conversation 11 (Requires Gekko Miyako): “You definitely look tough with that headband on, Miyako-bachan. Eh? You’ll come back soon?” (smiles) “Aye. I could already tell with the look in your eyes. Kei has the same look when she heads out too. I know, I’ll do my best to keep up the base when you’re gone. And I’ll make sure to have some tea when you get back.” (giggles nervously) “D-Don’t worry, I’ll do my best to not be lonely. I love you, Miyako-bachan.” 

Conversation 12 (Requires Gekko Wataru): “Wataru-jichan... hee hee. You definitely look handsome with the headband on. But you know what I’m going to say, right?” (smiles wryly) “Now I know where Kei gets her dorkiness from. No offense intended, Wataru-jichan, you’re silly sometimes. But that’s what makes you the Wataru-jichan I love a lot. Just come back soon, okay? And be as safe around your explosives as you can be. I love you, Wataru-jichan.”  

Conversation 13 (Requires Gekko Keisuke): “Kei...” (unsure smile) “Hey. You’re a dork, you know that? I’m guessing you’re heading out again. Another mission? With [Player’s Name]?” (sighs) “I don’t even know where to start. You know me, and I know you’re going to call me out for being too emotional or broody or something.” (pauses) “Eh? You’re not calling me out? Or going out yet? Then... why?” (blinks) “Inertia? Again? And you just wanted to check in... Oh.” (turns face away, ears red as she opens her arms) “...Just give me a hug, you ridiculous swordsman. I love you too much and frickin’ missed you like all hell, now get over here before I want to throttle you. Or tackle you.” 

Conversation 14 (Requires Kuroki Otoha): “Kuroha-san! Welcome back. You’re working with [Player’s Name] too?” (smiles happily) “I’m glad to see you nonetheless. Friends seem to like coming back, and I’m glad that you do. Do you want to make mochi together? Kei’s here too! I think. What I do know is that you’re here, we get to spend time together, and you deserve some nice things.” (opens arms) “I missed you too, Kuroha-san. So, hug?” 

Special Conversation 1 (Requires Davy Jackson): “Nii! Hi!” (blushes a light pink from embarrassment) “I love you too. I’m sorry for not coming to see you sooner. Things happen, and well, you’ve met Kei. And [Player’s Name]. They’ve both taken up seats in my heart. You’re still here, though.” (pauses) “...With a beard and abs.” (ducks head, ears pink) “Could I ask for a carry hug? Like when I was little?” (pause) “I just missed you. And your hugs, and Mr. Hat, and Wendy-nee, and everything back there. I still love you.” 

Special Conversation 2 (Requires Leith): “Hi, Leith-nee. You’ve certainly changed since I last saw you. In the good way. Is Ace-nii doing alright? I hope he is, since you look happier. Eh? You’re a mom now? And I’m an auntie?” (blushes a bright pink) “Th-That’s new. I wasn’t expecting that. For now, though...” (opens arms) “I’m still your Princess. So, um. Can I ask for a hug? I missed you.”

Special Conversation 3 (Requires Arturia Pendragon, Saber version): “Saber... You look more satisfied now, with that invisible weapon in your hand. You’re sure that you’re going to be okay?” (pauses) “I do trust you. So much. I just worry, okay? Because you’re not just a Servant to me.” (smiles softly) “You’re my friend and the Knight I grew to love, so please, take care of yourself, okay? And come home soon. With [Player’s Name]. I love you, Arturia-san.”

Special Conversation 4 (Requires Heroic Spirit EMIYA, Archer version): “Archer... You definitely are dead set on doing what you feel is the right thing, huh?” (smiles wryly) “I wasn’t going to stop you in the first place, just give you a few words. You heard me talk with Saber, didn’t you? Then you know what I’m feeling now. You’re my friend too. And I care about you. So don’t die. Do your best to live out there, and come back to Nagareboshi Cafe soon. I love you, Shirou.” 

Special Conversation 5 (Requires Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, Lancer version): “Dia, you’re here too...” (fond smile) “Make sure to handle everything with Usako-san before you head out with [Player’s Name], okay? And come back soon. I’m not your Master, nor am I any royal you should pledge your allegiance to. I’m still a civilian girl, but you are my friend and you deserve lots of nice things. Be safe.” 

[buckyfan23]

The Date

There was no way I could stay in the room with Bucky right now. I can't handle the emotions radiating off his body. There are way too many emotions running throughout his body along with everyone else's.

I decide to head to the training room. I walk over to the archery area and manifest a bow made of ice and water along with arrows made of icicles. I would get a bullseye almost every time. 

"I wasn't aware that you could do that." I look over my shoulder to see Clint talking to me. "I think that we have a new archer on our hands. How did you manage to make your bow and arrow out of ice?"

"Well, I have the ability to control the elements, so this isn't exactly difficult for me. Hydra made me Bucky's backup for any time he needed help."

Bucky might have been a sniper back in World War Two, but that doesn't mean he doesn't need help from time to time."

"Would it be possible if I try?"

"It is going to be difficult for me. I have never share my powers toward another person before, so I am not exactly sure how well this will turn out. I guess it's worth a shot."

I watch him proceed with caution once I handed him the bow and arrow. I try to focus on keeping the bow and arrow from melting as well as soaking him wet. Next thing I know, Clint is covered in water. 

Laughter fills the room, yet it was not mine. I feel this overwhelming sense of happiness. I look toward the door to find the majority of the group watching us. "I don't understand why this is funny to you guys."

"What I don't understand is why you are not laughing."

"Hate to disappoint you, Tony, but not everyone likes to laugh at someone else's misfortune." I glare at him for his comment. 

"I don't want to anger you, Little Wolf." Tony walks toward me as I create a long icicle to prevent him from getting any closer. 

"I definitely would not suggest coming closer or making me angry. I may not be a raging giant green creature that likes to smash things, but I do turn into a wolf when angered?" I created the bow and arrow again and pass it to Clint.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"Clint, it is ok. Besides this is great practice on my part. If I can do this, then I can be able to help more in case of an emergency." I explain to him.

I focus on the bow and arrow again. I watch Clint as he was able to shoot the arrow without much problems. I manifest another arrow, but this time I try to make in his hand. The icicle was a little bit jagged at the end.

"This is amazing how you can do this, Juliet. I am little curious about what else you can do with your powers." I display a small smile at Scott's comment.

"There is a lot actually. I mean, I can make fire balls, just about anything as long as it involves an element." I prove my point by making snow fall inside the building. 

"Cassie would enjoy this." 

"I would love to meet Cassie one day. Now if you will excuse me as I reek havoc on the world." I watch everyone freak out over that fact. 

"I'm kidding. I would much rather torture Hydra the way they had done to me. Now in all seriousness I am going to figure out how to fix the voodoo dolls, so they won't harm anyone again."

I carefully pull and set the dolls down. I etch a binding and protective sigil onto a piece of fabric. Then I attach the sigil to the inside of every doll's clothing.

Time for a test run. I teleport to the person I deem as the least dangerous Avenger. "I hope you don't mind being my guinea pig too much. I just need to make sure this works."

"Of course, Lady Juliet." I force the doll to float and quickly let it hit the wall on the other side of the room.

Yay, it worked. Now no one has to worry about being controlled or harmed by a doll.

"Thanks for your help, Thor. I am ecstatic that it worked." 

I slip into the kitchen. Bruce and Wanda are also in the room. One second I am in the room, and the next second I was back in the forty's. 

I guess I can teleport not only place to place but also in time. The worse part is I teleported in the middle of an experiment. Thankfully, I am not in the center of attention.

Grandpa? Steve? Uncle Howard? How is this even possible for me to be in this room? I quickly turn invisible. This guy stands up and pulls a gun out. He shoots at Grandpa. I stop the bullets from killing him completely.

I realize what is about to go down when I see Steve run after the guy who shot my grandpa. I run over to Grandpa and whisper into his ear that everything will turn out okay.

I am able to teleport back to present day. However, I land in Steve's lap. "Hi, Steve. Sorry for the sudden intrusion. I just came back from the forty's. You, guys, sure do like your labs." 

I head toward one of the labs myself. My mind goes into autopilot as chemicals and tools fly chaotically around the room. I feel people watch me as fear and confusion fills the air around me.

I finish making a special blue serum. I didn't intend to make it in the first place. I turn to look at the other people in the lab. "Hi."

"Little Wolf, what are you doing in here? What did you just make?"

"Um, the super soldier serum. You didn't really think Grandpa wouldn't tell someone how to make it, did you? I was the only person he trusted with the recipe. I don't even know why I just made it."

"Why did you not tell anyone? Why did he trust you so much with this serum's recipe?"

"I guess, he knew I wouldn't give it up or let it fall into evil clutches, Tony. Why he thought it was safe in the hands of a little girl; I will never know." I will never understand why he did that.

"Now if you will excuse me, I have to destroy this serum, so evil will never get a hold of this. No one knows I can make the serum, right?"

I walk over to Natasha and Wanda and gently tug them toward my room. "I have a date with Steve and Bucky in about an hour. I have no idea as to what to wear. Help me, please."

"Where are you three going?"

"I have no idea, Wanda."

"Well, I guess we will have to improvise. Let's look at your closet." Natasha moves toward the other side of the room.

After we finally figured out what I would be wearing, Natasha works on straightening my hair. As she works on natural looking makeup, Wanda nods in approval. 

A knock could be heard from the bathroom. I slide into my combat boots and walk to the door. "Hello boys. Where are we going if you don't mind me asking?"

Steve and Bucky's feelings become overwhelming. "I didn't mean to offend you two. 'Hello boys' is a quote from a fairly famous TV show called Supernatural." 

"It is a secret as to where we are going." Both of them give me a big smile. I walk out with them to a car being driven by Happy.

"Hi, Happy. How are you?" I look at the super soldiers from the corners of my eyes. I notice that Steve is a little fidgety. Happy talks about what has recently happened.

I am successfully able to calm Steve's nerves. "How did you do that?"

"Do what, Steve? Control emotions? I can't create the emotions people feel; I can only control the intensity of the emotion they are feeling. That was the only way I was able to help Bucky with his nightmare. Sometimes I lose control and only make it worse."

"Is that why I hurt you? You lost control?"

"Bucky, I don't know why that time I wasn't able to change your dream to a more peaceful one. I believe, I was too late to calm your nightmare." I look away from the two of them. 

I watch Happy pull into a bar. "I hope you don't plan on me drinking. I am still a minor in that department." They laugh. I smile knowing that I was able to lighten their mood without using my powers. 

Once we walk in, I recognize this place as the place where the Howling Commandos first formed. We spend the entire time talking about the past they shared. It almost feels like I was with them when it all happened. 

Sadly, it is time to go. We have been here for a few hours now. I let Happy know that he won't be needing to pick us up.

I teleport the three of us into my room. "I had lots of fun tonight. We should definitely do this again sometime." 

They smile and nod in agreement. I kiss them both on the cheek and say "Goodnight." 

I set my surprise party plan into motion as soon as everyone is asleep. As I move around the tower, the decorations follow behind me, going into their designated places. 

I ask Friday for the time, so I know how much longer until Bucky and Steve wake up. I quickly teleport into Bucky's room as soon as I hear objects breaking. A force field wraps around him as protection for him and everyone else.

"Hey, it was only a bad dream. You are not with Hydra anymore. I will never let them near you again," I slowly step inside the force field and wrap my arms around his waist. I whisper sweet loving words to him. 

Once he calmed down, I take the protection down and pull him toward the living room. I find everyone already there, including Steve. A cake flies in front of Bucky with three candles lit. 

"Wanna make a wish, Snowflake?"

"I have everything I could ever want or need," he blows the candles out right afterwards. "This is amazing. Did you do this all by yourself, Juliet?"

I smile, "With some help from the elements and past of course. To be honest, I had a lot of fun decorating for your birthday." 

Steve hugs Bucky and wishes him a happy birthday. Everyone joins in on the festivities. I pull my present for Bucky.

"You didn't have to get me a present, Juliet." 

I explain to Bucky that I wanted to. I watch him open the box to discover two teddy bears dressed like Steve and me that I made by hand. The smile on his face brightens my day significantly. I find it to be a miracle that there is no villian to fight today. 

I kiss Bucky's cheek and walk into my room. As memories of my past begin to race in my mind, I lie face down on my bed. Wanda and Natasha make their way to sit beside my body. "Are you okay? It was a wonderful gesture you made for Bucky. I can tell he really appreciates it."

"I don't know what is wrong with me. I know I should be happy, but I can't," the words are muffled by the pillows. "I hope I am not ruining Bucky's day by being upset."

"You could never ruin my day. If anything you and Steve are the reasons why I wake up in the mornings."

@mahalaraewolfe @lilulo-12

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#294: You Are In A Band

A/N:

With Luke’s I’m literally just picturing how it feels to be a songwriter and getting inspired from other songs. Not necessary always writing but letting the music float through your body from other artists while spending time in a quiet large house with the other boys in Los Angeles.

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Luke:

Keys harmonizing and echoing in the large living room with view over the rest of Los Angeles sounded to catch your attention. It wasn’t what first grabbed yours, the yoghurt in your hands was stabilized along with a fork and a banana. You had been hovering over the fridge with half gazing eyes, trying to conclude what was served for breakfast when you heard the tones. First a D, then a C and back to an H. It wasn’t until you heard the faint sound of Luke’s voice you noticed it wasn’t just a random melody playing inside of your brain. Sometimes it did happen, you’d think any musician was going through this kind of mind sleeping. At first you were standing with your knees touching the back of the couch, not wanting to startle him. He could be so full in his mind that he wouldn’t notice the small sounds from his behind. But as he paused for a breath his eyes glanced coincidentally towards the window reflections, watching you stand with a smile. “My voice is a little groggy in the morning. Sometimes it’s good and at other times I sound like someone still stuck in the puberty.” You shook your head by his words, placed the breakfast on the coffee table in front of the couch and stood by the side of the black piano. “Is it John Legend?” You asked, watching him nod his head. None of you had made the comment yet but you were in fact just standing in a band tee and your panties. He was wearing grey sweats with no shirt on. He played the intro again, coughing silently to get the tone right and you watched him for a bit. It wasn’t until he made the small squeeze on the stool to let you sit as well, continuing to move his hands between the keys. “My head’s under water but I’m breathing fine.” His voice was a bit silent at first but getting into the words he sang louder. “You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind.” You continued from his, watching his lips quiver up in a warm smile and still continued to have his eyes focused on the keys. You continued to sing along, resting your head against his shoulder and let the music float into the room along with the morning sun streaming in your faces.

Calum:

“You’ve written all of these?” Calum’s question made you look up from the boxes in the attic, trying to avoid the cobweb right above your head. “Because they’re all amazing.” You almost wanted to roll your eyes, you knew what he was looking at. It wasn’t something huge on the contrary there was a reason why it was placed in the attic in the first place. You didn’t think they’d turn out to be something great so why not just let them stay here to dust instead. “I think they’re pretty great.” He commented with a raised eyebrow from your reactions. “Just need a bit of readjusting.” You weren’t sure what he was hinting at but you could tell he wanted to continue from where you had left in the text. “Come on, I’ll show you.” It was like just al little bit like that could inspire him and you watched as he took the stairs down to your bedroom. You had completely forgotten what you did in the attic in the first place. Following him towards your bed you removed a bit of cobweb from your shoulder that you had caught in the process, looking at him grab his bass and place it on his lap. You sat watching him for a bit, humming the tunes and playing a few tones. It wasn’t that he was saying anything but just by looking at his face you could tell he was in deep concentration. "You know I love when you're like this." You had stayed silent for a while just watching him but you felt the need to tell. "What do you mean?" He lifted an eyebrow but a smirk was growing on his face. "This." You nodded your head down at the paper and let his eyes follow your lead. "You mean writing?" He asked and you shook your head. "Letting yourself float into the music and the lyrics. It shows your compassion." By your compliment his cheeks couldn't help but blush in a cute red color, looking down at the paper with a warm smile. "Well I always get inspired by your great lyrics. You could kind of say you're an idol to me." Shaking your head by his words you leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, feeling how your own cheeks were about to match his. In the end you wrote the best songs together as one.

Michael:

“Michael I swear to fucking god if you hit me in the face with a water ballon I wil so-,” Before you managed to finish your sentence your mouth was filled with the odd taste of ballon along with water completely drowning your face and hair. It was obvious that Michael clearly enjoyed what he had literally just dared to do, he definitely thought it was worth not regretting. You looked at him with wide eyes after drying the water out of them, spitting some out from your mouth in the process. “You didn’t.” You pointed at him with a warming finger and he shrugged his shoulder. “What can I say.” He threw a ballon in the air and caught it again. “We’re the best band on this tour. You just have to open your eyes a little bit more.” “If you were the best band at this tour remind me again why your band is MY band’s opening act?” Michael’s face fell by your words, trying to come up with a comeback but he couldn’t. “You’re so dead.” He leaned down to grab a water ballon, watching you start to run because there was no way in hell you were going to get another one in your face. “You can run but you can’t hide!” “Not if you don’t see where I’m hiding.” You laughed in a yell and sprinted over the stage towards backstage but before you did you managed to slip onto one of the old water balloons that had been splashed by Ashton earlier on. A huge laugh came from Michael in reaction but with the unlucky personality you both shared he couldn't help but slip once you grabbed onto one of his ankles. A loud crash came from above the floor once his back connected onto it, and even if it looked harsh you couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like you've lost." You were quick to sit up and swing one leg over his waist. He was trying to struggle through your arms but it wasn't helping anything as you had pinned him down. "It's not losing if you use the last water balloon." Your eyes widened in surprise when Michael splashed his water balloon into your hair once again, letting the water run down your face. "I hate you." You shook your head in disbelief and felt his hand grab your neck for a kiss, "I love you."

Ashton: 

"The next song we're going to play is Heartbreak Girl." You looked to your right in confusion of the sudden announcement of your bassist, trying not to laugh by the sudden announcement of a song that wasn't yours. You could tell by the crowd thay they seemed very excited but you knew in the end it was just a joke. "I guess what Mikeala wants us to play is 5sos. Do you like our opening act or should we replace them with All Time Low?" By your question everyone seemed to scream out loud, clearly just wanting to annoy the hell out of the boys. You loved the love hate rival you had between the bands, it was both fun and entertaining at the same time. "I think we should play a happy birthday song instead." You looked confused between the girls by the sudden voice of Ashton's, you couldn't see where he was standing but you knew he was somewhere. "I think that would be an even better choice." Mikeala nodded her head in agreement and a jolt ran through your body when someone came from your behind and put a birthday hat on your head. You looked over to see Luke standing next to you with a smile and all of the sudden Ashton came from backstage and started to sing happy birthday. It didn't take long for the crowd to catch along and sing with you, the whole arena sounding like a football cheer of happy birthday. You couldn't help but blush, you didn't expect the day to be that celebrated but this gesture was so sweet of everyone. But then the war started. A nice thing came with a daring thing and when the boys brought in cake it took a second to make things get crazy. Before you knew it cake was thrown into your face and a cheeky laugh came from Ashton. "Oh this is a fight I want to be a part of." You weren't mad, just feeling challenged and removed a bit of the frosting from your face to smash it back into Ashton's curls. He looked at you pretty surprised and before you knew it the whole stage was filled with whipped cream, frosting and different kind of fruits from the cakes. It looked pretty much like a mess but what you remembered was the funniest night of your life. 

[fashiontrendin-blog]

Phoebe Waller-Bridge on the *must-watch* fierce and fearless feminist drama, 'Killing Eve'

http://fashion-trendin.com/phoebe-waller-bridge-on-the-must-watch-fierce-and-fearless-feminist-drama-killing-eve/

Phoebe Waller-Bridge on the *must-watch* fierce and fearless feminist drama, 'Killing Eve'

The term ���girl crush’ is thrown around so liberally but there seems to be no other phrase that sums up Phoebe Waller-Bridge so perfectly. Sat alongside me on the chicest of couches in the most Haute Hotel, I found her to be the funniest and most real celebrity this side of Clapham.

Whilst she animatedly attacks our interview with full force, I find myself imagining Phoebe slotting nicely into my life: as the perfect WhatsApp warrior when a f**k boy has done me over, my shots sister for knocking back Jaeger Bombs to get over said lad and the ultimate sounding board for debating the deep and meaningful topics of our time (more on that later!).

What makes Waller-Bridge so god damn amazing? Phoebe’s ability to encapsulate all of us with one surprising move after another – even when playing a droid in Han Solo: A Star Wars Story.

Talking about the moment she realised the gal who pitched a show to BBC3 on a shoestring budget was going to star in a Star Wars sanctified film, she says, “it only really hit me two weeks after we wrapped the film. I was just on a bus home and it hit, ‘OMG I was just on a Star Wars film, I was just in a Star Wars film for the last few months!’ I called my sister and said, ‘I’ve just been in Star Wars!’ and she was like, ‘yeah mate… we know!’”

You can always rely on a sibling for a reality check, accessorised with an eye roll, and for a bus journey to produce the ultimate epiphany. A best friend’s loo can equally be a grounding space, apparently: “I was in my friend’s loo when I found out I had the part. I got the call and then walked in really slowly, with a really red face. Shocked, she said, ‘WHAT happened in there?!’” See, I told you; Phoebe is a red-faced piece of us, just humbly making her way through Hollywood.

In a world, practically another galaxy away from her pal’s lav, the corridors that surround her normality are, for today, currently the stomping ground for her co-stars, Donald Glover, Emilia Clarke and the army of publicists that come along for the Star Wars ride. Phoebe, in stark contrast to the circus that encircles her, is the definition of #grounded with the Oyster card to prove it.

Discussing her first meeting with Chewbacca, she said: “you feel so safe in his arms. You’re also slightly frightened and a bit aroused.” It’s her friendship with said co-stars that will last well into the future.

I personally spent the grand total of 1.2 seconds in the company of Donald Glover and nearly fainted, so one can only imagine the effects filming with the chap for months on end would have: “I mean, THERE’S the force. The force is trying to prevent people falling at Donald’s feet – he’s incredible. He’s so cool, funny and he’s such a big thinker. He’s got a really cool perspective on the world. I think he’s going to be king of the world!” A forceful statement but indeed, true.

“He will talk about unbelievable high concept things in the space of ten seconds in a completely unpretentious and fun way. Then he will just leave, and you are like, ‘what’s happened?’ A friend of mine called him, ‘a Philosopher King,’ after meeting him, which is so cute!”

However, the Princess to her Leia, Emilia Clarke, became the person she sought advice from, explaining: “it’s like talking to THE Google, when you are talking to Donald about philosophical conversations, so I would go to Emilia for advice on how to interpret those intense chats!”

The bond between these two ladies – who come in at wildly different comedic heights, “I am four times the size of her,” Phoebe comedically comments – doesn’t stop at the philosophical. “It was my birthday during filming and I spent weeks telling everyone. When it came to the day, no one gave me any attention and then I walked into my trailer where Emilia had this enormous cake baked especially for me. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, it was piled so high, it was bigger than my robot head! She’s just a giver of love and I’d like to keep her!” Now that is a pairing that is out of this world.

Imagining Phoebe, “clumping around on set,” with her aforementioned over-sized robot head is something which could easily be lifted from her comedy sketch show, Flea Bag. The image alone could garner enough comedy gold for another BAFTA win, “I wore a really flattering skin-tight lime green body sock topped off with a full heavy droid head with two tiny little eye holes and a little tiny straw hole that they would occasionally feed me peanuts through. On top of that, they’d attach metal arms and legs – basically what you see in the film, I had on me at all times!”

At least joining Star Wars means you get paid to weightlift and you can pie your gym membership, then? “I was like, ‘maybe if you just give me a trainer and then I just become really, really hot.’ I had images of becoming this hot droid. Instead, the producers said, ‘no, no, no the kind of awkward, weird, ridiculous walk you do naturally suits L-3 perfectly.” Phoebe’s comedic charm goes right to her very wires.

By this point we are both collapsed into each other, laughing away as if we have been on the Jaegers for hours but it’s only 10am when the young queen of British Comedy hits me with the punchline: “I had to have a special seat to fit my droid ass in because it was so wide!” You can take the girl out of Flea Bag, but you can’t take Flea Bag out of the girl.

If you haven’t watched the show, which peppers this piece and forged Phoebe’s golden path to Star Wars, you are seriously missing out. Every beat of Flea Bag’s narrative – which stars PWB and is written by her – strikes a cutting chord with anyone who’s mumbled through an awkward chat with a chap you have been salivating over since last summer. Ultimately, the show tackles female sexuality through the canon of comedy and presents it on a very relatable platter. It’s worthwhile noting that IRL, Phoebe is actually happily married.

But in a post-#metoo world, I am intrigued to know if there is room for freely making jokes about female sexuality in TV series. Phoebe, ever the educated one woman-wonder, pauses to find the exact words, “I feel like it was a different conversation when it (Fleabag) came out. I think the tension and the pressure-cooker feeling of needing to talk about the complexities of female sexuality and the feelings around it was at a different stage then.”

Artfully articulated in the most approachable way, she continues, “being able to talk about female sexuality openly with a sense of humour outside of the political shift that happened afterwards with the ‘Me Too’ movementand all those horrible exposés was the relief at the beginning. But now the conversation is rightfully serious and there isn’t so much room for that. I think there’s always room for humour, but we were all in such shock, especially about the Harvey allegations and everything that was exposed about the pay gaps all across the industries. It suddenly stopped being funny and I felt like I couldn’t write jokes as easily around the topic of female sexuality.”

Ultimately, Phoebe professes, “you don’t want to risk sounding like you are taking the p*ss out of something that could really be an agent for change and all these conversations could really be changing things.” Word.

Rest assured, Phoebe isn’t totally put off from tackling tricky subject matters as her latest writing project, Killing Eve, starring Jodie Comer as an security operative hunting down a badass assassin played by Grey’s Anatomy‘s Sandra Oh, is set to hit the BBC this summer. Doing her best QVC pitch for the show, Phoebe in full endearing saleswoman mode, exclaims, “I was so excited about the performances and I was so excited by the fearlessness of those two lead performances and how well they orbit each other because they are so well-balanced and FIERCE!”

Just like the droid she plays in Han Solo – who the actress says, “starts a rebellion by mistake and goes, ‘oh look I smashed that!’” – Phoebe may have accidently started a revolution in the way television deals with female sexuality, redefining our galaxy from within.

This is the feminist revolution and this your captain, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, speaking. Over and out.

‘Han Solo: A Star Wars Story’ is released on 24th May 2018.

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Sorry Six: What's the best game day football food?

Welcome to the SORRY SIX, where each week we rank the NFL’s six ugliest teams. But first, a moment to talk about in-game dining. This week, pizza joined the cast of the ongoing NFL Protest Drama, and—hold on, you’ll get your chance to rant at me in the comments in a moment—that gives us the chance to discuss what foods belong on your coffee table, and later perhaps your floor or wall, during your home football viewing. Here’s the definitive order:

1. Pizza: The New England Patriots of in-game eating. Ol’ Papa John kicked up quite the ruckus Wednesday when he suggested that the NFL’s ratings woes were responsible for his pizza chain’s depressed sales; fewer people watching means fewer people ordering, in theory. Putting aside the political aspect of this for a second, we can all agree that there’s simply no finer gameday food than pizza. It gets delivered right to your door, everyone can shove their grimy hands into the box and get a slice, even when it’s bad it’s still pretty good, it fills you up just fine, and when you’re done you can pitch the box. Nobody’s touching pizza as a gameday staple.

(Semi-political detour: My problem with Papa John’s argument isn’t because I’m shilling for the NFL. Goodell has botched this entire mess worse than the Lions in a decade’s worth of red zones. No, I’m strongly against loud, simplistic solutions to complex problems; everyone who’s got an easy fix to the protest deal is like the clown in the stands bellowing THROW IT LOOOOONGGGGGG on every play. If it was that easy, they’d have already done it, champ.) Anyway, pizza rules. And you can eat it and feel American whether you’re standing or kneeling.

2. Wings: This is a tricky one, because if you have a modicum of talent and can make your own wings, they can give pizza a run. Ever had home-cooked, bourbon-and-Coke-glazed wings right off a grill? Damn, that’ll give you religion. The problem is that in most cases, you’re ordering wings from a restaurant, and that crucial ten minutes from restaurant’s kitchen to your hungry maw gives the wings time to calcify. You can go full Baby Driver and you’re still going to have a cool barbecue sauce exterior on your wings. Plus, they’re messy as hell, which is a real problem if you’re in your own house but no big deal if you’re at a friend��s and can just wipe your hand on the backside of a couch cushion.

3. Grilled meats: Always a hit; burgers with any cheese but American, hot dogs with or without ketchup (or crickets) are as perfect a food as you’ll find in these here United States. The problem is that grilling requires you to be away from the TV for stretches of time, and the burning meat doesn’t much care if your team is going for it on a crucial fourth-and-one. Plus, if you’re watching Red Zone, you’ll miss like 17 touchdowns in the time it takes to light the grill. Points off for in-game maintenance required for grill food.

4. A damn good sandwich: Don’t underestimate the power of a well-constructed sandwich. I’m not talking about one of those slapdash sawdust-and-Vaseline-tasting jobs from [Sandwich chain deleted to avoid angering possible sponsor], I’m talking a real, honest, fresh-cut deli meat and gossamer-thin cheese sandwich on bread that could double as a high-end king-size bed. Find a sandwich joint near you that brings some serious hero (or grinder, or muffaletta, or banh mi, or whatever) game, and pick up twice as much as you think you’ll need. You’re welcome.

5. Chips & salsa: All the messiness of wings with the added drama of a circus balancing act. Unless you’re a grounded eight-year-old sitting in the kitchen, nobody at home watches games at a full table; you’re always leaning forward on your couch and trying to cantilever the salsa down your throat while dodging the random dog that may be skulking around. Plus, everybody gets all upset when you double-dip even though we’re all breathing the same air.

6. Uber Eats: I got a lot of blowback from my line in Wednesday’s Papa John’s story about the rise of Uber Eats and other deliver-anything services; I can only assume that these poor benighted emailers don’t have the option to get their favorite tacos or pasta delivered into their waiting hands. If they did, they would’ve known just how much trouble every pizza place now faces.

7. Anything remotely healthy: Yes, yes, cucumbers and hummus are a delightful and healthy snack, and fresh avocado rolled in a turkey slice can taste damn good. But football food needs to be a month’s worth of cheat days on a plate, and that plate better be deep-fried, too. Serving healthy food during football games is a war crime. It’s true, I looked it up.

There you go. Have your own say in the comments below, if you can find space amongst all the people telling you how they’re not watching football anymore. Onward!

Not a great week for Tampa Bay. (Getty)

The Sorry Six Here’s our weekly roundup of the week’s six ugliest NFL teams. Note that this isn’t just a list of the worst teams, though being terrible is a fast route to the list. Also note that the Cleveland Browns and New York Giants are ineligible for the list until further notice due to extreme sorriness. And now, onward.

1. Tampa Bay Buccaneers: What the hell has gone wrong with Tampa Bay? The men in pewter suddenly can’t run, can’t pass, can’t defend. Everybody’s favorite sleeper NFC team is now just sleeping, and everyone who picked Tampa Bay to make noise is running from that pick like rats abandoning a sinking pirate ship.

2. Miami Dolphins: So, last week Miami was lining up against the league’s second-worst offense in the Baltimore Ravens. Good chance for a win, right? Problem: the league’s worst offense is, yep, the Dolphins. Result? A 40-0 Ravens win. Miami misses Jay Cutler under center, and that’s not a sentence ever typed before in human history. On the plus side, Jay Ajayi went from four wins to seven in a matter of moments on Halloween, just like that fantasy football commissioner who suddenly “discovered” a few extra points he forgot to calculate a few weeks back.

3. Washington Redskins: For Kirk Cousins, seeing Jimmy Garoppolo go to the 49ers had to be like seeing someone else ask out the prom date you’ve had your eye on for months. Hang in there, Kirk. We’re sure a turnaround is right around the corner in D.C., just like it’s been for the last 25 years. (Related reading: this great story on Cousins and the Redskins by Kevin Van Valkenburg; turns out all of this could’ve been avoided if Daniel Snyder hadn’t been an RG3-obsessed glory-hunter in the locker room.)

4. Oakland Raiders: Nothing’s going right in Oakland right now; the team’s 3-5 and drifting farther and farther behind the Chiefs, despite that rousing victory over KC a couple weeks back. But conveniently enough, the Raiders have a big trip to Vegas planned for the future. That ALWAYS solves problems!

5. Denver Broncos: So, it looks like the Denver Broncos are in need of some better quarterback play. Let’s run through some possibilities:

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No. The man’s neck is papier mache. Let him have his peace.

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Hoo boy. Sure, he’s qualified, but – you know what, let’s move on.

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That’d be fun as hell to see, but no, not him either.

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There it is. That’s the stuff. Come on, Elway. Do the right thing. Bring him home.

6. Detroit Lions: Greatest possible home-security system in the Motor City: paint an end zone in front of your house. Nobody in Detroit will come anywhere near it! Zing!

Sorry Six Tailgate of the Week

@barstoolsports bills mafia birthday pic.twitter.com/4u0xgTpUjw

— Post Cole-lone (@colejrepka) October 29, 2017

Why? Why would you bring a birthday cake to a tailgate, especially a Bills tailgate? That’s like bringing … well, anything else to a Bills tailgate. It’s going to get smashed, thrown, stomped, desecrated … anything but eaten. Happy birthday, Bills tailgate-goer. Hopefully this serves in place of your memories of Sunday.

Sorry that Happened to You

Yes, it was a nasty, slippery day at MetLife Stadium. But still: Atlanta Falcons QB and reigning MVP Matt Ryan fumbled snaps three times, losing two, as the Falcons just barely hung on to beat the freaking Jets. Seems like the Falcons have stumbled onto a winning formula for handling a near-championship hangover: can’t blow a 28-3 lead in the Super Bowl if you don’t reach the Super Bowl.

  Sorry Six Fan of the Week

Really? (Getty)

“Rain with a chance of Wentz”? What the hell does that even mean? We get it, Philly, you’re excited—and justifiably so—that your team is leading the NFL at the halfway mark. But that’s no excuse for weak-ass signs like this one. “Wentz” sounds like something yellow and crusty your dentist would discover between your teeth—“You’ve got an awful lot of Wentz buildup in here”—and you’d nod your head solemnly and promise to floss and then never do it.

Sorry Matchup of Week 9 Raiders vs. Dolphins, Sunday night: Sweet mother of mercy, would you look at this? Two of our very own Sorry Six meeting under the lights of Miami on Sunday night! When the ratings come out for this and aren’t exactly stellar—and they won’t be—don’t buy the usual “we’re boycotting the NFL” excuse. No, this is a flat-out stinkburger of a matchup, one that nobody except those with fantasy implications on the line should watch. Go spend time with your family. Or maybe see if the Dodgers and Astros will play another game.

That’ll do it for this week. Thanks for hanging; drop me an email at jay.busbee@yahoo.com if you want to yell, preach, rant, or just say howdy. Enjoy Week 9, and remember: never be sorry! ____ Jay Busbee is a writer for Yahoo Sports and the author of EARNHARDT NATION, on sale now at Amazon or wherever books are sold. Contact him at jay.busbee@yahoo.com or find him on Twitter or on Facebook.

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Star Wars star Phoebe Waller-Bridge on her close bond with Emilia Clarke and why she still takes the bus

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Star Wars star Phoebe Waller-Bridge on her close bond with Emilia Clarke and why she still takes the bus

The term ‘girl crush’ is thrown around so liberally but there seems to be no other phrase that sums up Phoebe Waller-Bridge so perfectly. Sat alongside me on the chicest of couches in the most Haute Hotel, I found her to be the funniest and most real celebrity this side of Clapham.

Whilst she animatedly attacks our interview with full force, I find myself imagining Phoebe slotting nicely into my life: as the perfect WhatsApp warrior when a f**k boy has done me over, my shots sister for knocking back Jaeger Bombs to get over said lad and the ultimate sounding board for debating the deep and meaningful topics of our time (more on that later!).

What makes Waller-Bridge so god damn amazing? Phoebe’s ability to encapsulate all of us with one surprising move after another – even when playing a droid in Han Solo: A Star Wars Story.

Talking about the moment she realised the gal who pitched a show to BBC3 on a shoestring budget was going to star in a Star Wars sanctified film, she says, “it only really hit me two weeks after we wrapped the film. I was just on a bus home and it hit, ‘OMG I was just on a Star Wars film, I was just in a Star Wars film for the last few months!’ I called my sister and said, ‘I’ve just been in Star Wars!’ and she was like, ‘yeah mate… we know!’”

You can always rely on a sibling for a reality check, accessorised with an eye roll, and for a bus journey to produce the ultimate epiphany. A best friend’s loo can equally be a grounding space, apparently: “I was in my friend’s loo when I found out I had the part. I got the call and then walked in really slowly, with a really red face. Shocked, she said, ‘WHAT happened in there?!’” See, I told you; Phoebe is a red-faced piece of us, just humbly making her way through Hollywood.

In a world, practically another galaxy away from her pal’s lav, the corridors that surround her normality are, for today, currently the stomping ground for her co-stars, Donald Glover, Emilia Clarke and the army of publicists that come along for the Star Wars ride. Phoebe, in stark contrast to the circus that encircles her, is the definition of #grounded with the Oyster card to prove it.

Discussing her first meeting with Chewbacca, she said: “you feel so safe in his arms. You’re also slightly frightened and a bit aroused.” It’s her friendship with said co-stars that will last well into the future.

I personally spent the grand total of 1.2 seconds in the company of Donald Glover and nearly fainted, so one can only imagine the effects filming with the chap for months on end would have: “I mean, THERE’S the force. The force is trying to prevent people falling at Donald’s feet – he’s incredible. He’s so cool, funny and he’s such a big thinker. He’s got a really cool perspective on the world. I think he’s going to be king of the world!” A forceful statement but indeed, true.

“He will talk about unbelievable high concept things in the space of ten seconds in a completely unpretentious and fun way. Then he will just leave, and you are like, ‘what’s happened?’ A friend of mine called him, ‘a Philosopher King,’ after meeting him, which is so cute!”

However, the Princess to her Leia, Emilia Clarke, became the person she sought advice from, explaining: “it’s like talking to THE Google, when you are talking to Donald about philosophical conversations, so I would go to Emilia for advice on how to interpret those intense chats!”

The bond between these two ladies – who come in at wildly different comedic heights, “I am four times the size of her,” Phoebe comedically comments – doesn’t stop at the philosophical. “It was my birthday during filming and I spent weeks telling everyone. When it came to the day, no one gave me any attention and then I walked into my trailer where Emilia had this enormous cake baked especially for me. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, it was piled so high, it was bigger than my robot head! She’s just a giver of love and I’d like to keep her!” Now that is a pairing that is out of this world.

Imagining Phoebe, “clumping around on set,” with her aforementioned over-sized robot head is something which could easily be lifted from her comedy sketch show, Flea Bag. The image alone could garner enough comedy gold for another BAFTA win, “I wore a really flattering skin-tight lime green body sock topped off with a full heavy droid head with two tiny little eye holes and a little tiny straw hole that they would occasionally feed me peanuts through. On top of that, they’d attach metal arms and legs – basically what you see in the film, I had on me at all times!”

At least joining Star Wars means you get paid to weightlift and you can pie your gym membership, then? “I was like, ‘maybe if you just give me a trainer and then I just become really, really hot.’ I had images of becoming this hot droid. Instead, the producers said, ‘no, no, no the kind of awkward, weird, ridiculous walk you do naturally suits L-3 perfectly.” Phoebe’s comedic charm goes right to her very wires.

By this point we are both collapsed into each other, laughing away as if we have been on the Jaegers for hours but it’s only 10am when the young queen of British Comedy hits me with the punchline: “I had to have a special seat to fit my droid ass in because it was so wide!” You can take the girl out of Flea Bag, but you can’t take Flea Bag out of the girl.

If you haven’t watched the show, which peppers this piece and forged Phoebe’s golden path to Star Wars, you are seriously missing out. Every beat of Flea Bag’s narrative – which stars PWB and is written by her – strikes a cutting chord with anyone who’s mumbled through an awkward chat with a chap you have been salivating over since last summer. Ultimately, the show tackles female sexuality through the canon of comedy and presents it on a very relatable platter. It’s worthwhile noting that IRL, Phoebe is actually happily married.

But in a post-#metoo world, I am intrigued to know if there is room for freely making jokes about female sexuality. Phoebe, ever the educated one woman-wonder, pauses to find the exact words, “I feel like it was a different conversation when it (Fleabag) came out. I think the tension and the pressure-cooker feeling of needing to talk about the complexities of female sexuality and the feelings around it was at a different stage then.”

Artfully articulated in the most approachable way, she continues, “being able to talk about female sexuality openly with a sense of humour outside of the political shift that happened afterwards with the ‘Me Too’ movementand all those horrible exposés was the relief at the beginning. But now the conversation is rightfully serious and there isn’t so much room for that. I think there’s always room for humour, but we were all in such shock, especially about the Harvey allegations and everything that was exposed about the pay gaps all across the industries. It suddenly stopped being funny and I felt like I couldn’t write jokes as easily around the topic of female sexuality.”

Ultimately, Phoebe professes, “you don’t want to risk sounding like you are taking the p*ss out of something that could really be an agent for change and all these conversations could really be changing things.” Word.

Rest assured, Phoebe isn’t totally put off from tackling tricky subject matters as her latest writing project, Killing Eve, starring Jodie Comer as an security operative hunting down a badass assassin played by Grey’s Anatomy‘s Sandra Oh, is set to hit the BBC this summer. Doing her best QVC pitch for the show, Phoebe in full endearing saleswoman mode, exclaims, “I was so excited about the performances and I was so excited by the fearlessness of those two lead performances and how well they orbit each other because they are so well-balanced and FIERCE!”

Just like the droid she plays in Han Solo – who the actress says, “starts a rebellion by mistake and goes, ‘oh look I smashed that!’” – Phoebe may have accidently started a revolution in the way television deals with female sexuality, redefining our galaxy from within.

This is the feminist revolution and this your captain, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, speaking. Over and out.

‘Han Solo: A Star Wars Story’ is released on 24th May 2018.