#but it’s just funny to imagine he’s a hopeless romantic despite being bad with people

[pumpkinpie59]

brainiac-5 in the losh cartoon is so funny to me bc like

in season 1 he’s a child. like young. baby. hero worship of clark.

in season 2, he’s an adult and. i’m entirely convinced he’s had feelings for everyone on the legion at least once, the worst of it with superman until that eventually doesn’t work out for him …

[shynetyme06]

Sorry this took so long, I got distracted so many times and then kinda forgot about it for a while entirely😭but here it is now !!

Just talking about the context necessary to understand their dynamic in this post, (+ the dynamic itself obv) but I plan on explaining a lot more about this world later on

SO, starting off, this world is a human one, but not at the same time. And by that I mean most of the main characters are disguising themselves as human to survive in a world that is not accepting of what they really are.

Omni is still a pluris, but they haven’t shape shifted in a long time because of the consequence of being discovered.

PJ is really weird and his deal falls into the "explain later" catagory, but he is made nearly entirely of liquefied “dark magic”, and he wears a device engineered by his creators that allows him to appear human.

And lastly, Lux is part demigod. She’s the only one out of these 3 who can use her abilities freely, and that’s because of her relation to Dream. (Shattered Dream to be specific, but I plan on changing the name since her corruption has to do with an overabundance of positivity rather than eating one of the black apples. Oh yeah btw she’s a woman here)

Dream is the ruler of most everything in this world, and is the reason certain people have to hide themselves.

Background out of the way, time to talk about the yuris💜

Omni and PJ: they have been traveling together for a while before they met Lux, and romantic feelings have bloomed between them in that time. But thing is, PJ is very oblivious and doesn’t recognize her feelings toward Omni for what they are, despite Omni’s adoration becoming increasingly obvious the more time they spend together. Most would assume they’re already dating with how they act around each other, but nahh they’re just best friends on a mission that like to hold hands all the time.

PJ and Lux: they hate each other so bad starting out. (and also a bit in the middle but not really.. It's complicated) It's understandable on PJ’s end, with Lux having been raised by a “benevolent” dictator and adopting her views. (tho she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter) PJ is one of the very few people who has the guts to tell off the princess, and her reaction to this judgement is mixed to say the least. their relationship warms up later on and things get silly when you combine PJ's inability to tell when someone is crushing on them, and Lux being so adamant to deny when she has any at all. (especially if it's on PJ)

Lux and Omni: Omni was the first of their and PJ's duo to put faith in Lux. (Not to be confused with blind trust, as revealing certain things that early on would've easily brought trouble) They held up hope for her, and that hope payed off when it counted most. Lux was actually surprised with the amount of patience Omni showed her, they gave her hope for a future she hadn’t let herself imagine in a long time. It was definitely easier for Lux to come to terms with her feelings for Omni when they bloomed than with PJ, but I still wouldn't actually use the word "easy" to describe literally anything to do with this girl's emotions. (to quote my friend because they put it best: she's the biggest hopeless romantic. emphasis on the "hopeless" part)

Lux had a funny way of showing it at first but she truly appreciates them both. The 2 were on near opposite sides when it came to how they thought of her, but it was shocking how freeing it felt to interact with people who don’t hold her on some sort of pedestal for once, people who treat her like an equal and not as someone who needs to be sucked up to. (God there is so much more on these guys but this is already so much text😭if anyone has any questions feel free to ask, I don't plan on hiding anything for spoiler reasons cuz I need a developed au I can yap about freely on here for once)

Is poly Omni x PJ x Lux a thing,,,

[speedystarshine]

Hii! Are requests open? Poly Noco x reader please! (Just the normal headcanons! Orrr yandere if you want Pt.2!!) :) please delete this if requests are closed!

(THIS is the person who requested yandere noco x reader btw!!)

ofc anon! I did non Yan since it would kinda just be reiterating the Yan hcs. You didn't really specify, so I did crushing hc's! Hope this was okay! Did a lil fic bit at the end as I'm trying to get more comfy with it.

(In these HC's, Noco is already canon and they're both crushing on Reader)

-Ah yes, ever the gentleman (Cody) and gentle man (Noah)

-These two. These absolute dumbasses hnkajsjsh

-Would be a mix of "We have to serenade them until they are dead on the floor" and "WAIT WAIT NO NO WHAT IF THEY DON'T LIKE THA-" and also "Hey babe are you a person because you sure do look like a person" -Cody, probably

-I head canon that Noah's secretly a hopeless romantic, he reads so many books and I bet they're literally only just non fiction or romance. No in-between.

-You'd definitely notice something's up. They can't lie for shit-

-E.g every time you see them they're whispering to each other and instantly clam up when they see you, suddenly can't look you in the eye anymore when talking to you, and they hang out with you less and less :(

-you'd think they hate you, but it is 1000% the opposite. These two are WHIPPED

-I can honestly imagine the others getting tired of y'all being so dumb and doing something like Lumity/Hooty's tunnel of love but shhhh

-The others are so. So tired of you guys being so OBVIOUS and so OBLIVIOUS THEY JUST *strangles you*

-Either one of the other campers tells them to grow up and encourage them to confess, or you walk your ass over there and confront them yourself. (Probably the second option, although I could see it being a mix of both.)

You sighed, slipping out of your bunk. You had been more downcast lately, and it was because of your best friends. Or, ex- best friends now. Maybe. You really hoped not.

You just didn't understand! It was like they were constantly avoiding you, and any time they wanted to tell you something it was through another camper.

You were sick of it, and that's why you finally decided that today you would confront them about it, once and for all. And if they- if they didn't like you anymore, that was fine. No matter how much the thought stung.

However, as you swung open the door, you were greeted by the sight of just the two people you were about to visit, with Noah's hand mid knock.

...

"oh- OH! Y/N! There you are! I mean, of course you are! This is where you sleep, and you uh. Sleep. Here."

A voice piped up from behind him, and you were greeted by the sight of a very nervous looking Cody. Which was... Rare.

"We uh...- Haha! Funny thing actually,- We were uh... Just on our way to see you! To tell you. s-something."

You raised an eyebrow at that. Noah was usually always calm and collected, and Cody never dropped his 'flirty bad boy' persona act. In public, that is. So this was super out of character for them both.

"That's weird, I also had something to tell you two."

"Well, maybe we could go all say? O-On three?"

He desperately looked to Noah for confirmation (despite the other boy looking just as lost as he was) and turned to you once he had a thumbs up.

You were getting suspicious, this was usually something they did if they were like, really worried about something.

..But you nodded anyways, knowing what they would most likely say. Although it was odd how they seemed so excited about it??

"Okay!! 1.... 2.... 3!"

There was a pause when no body said anything for a few seconds and then-

"WILLYOUGOOUTWITHUS?"

"DOYOUGUYSHATEME?"

...Wait wait wait wait. Wait. Hold the phone- You were taken wayyyy aback. This... Was not what you had expected. At all.

"You thought we hated you?"

"You guys love me?"

You heard what sounded suspiciously like a mix between an exasperated groan and a snicker from behind you, but ignored it.

You... Were all going to have a good talk about this.

Bonus:

Reader: Waiitttt. Are you guys... flirting? with me?

Noco: Have been for three years, thanks for noticing.

[aloev3rathings]

i have more headcanons, and stuff I might include in my fic Aloe Vera, but this time, HUNTLOW EDITION!

1. hunter isn’t totally ignorant, he has had some exposure to media and books, so he has an idea of what romance entails but never really gave it much thought before bc he just assumed he would be too busy, just isn’t in the cards for him, he didn’t have anything to offer (moreso post-leaving the EC),etc. however that changes after ASIAS. at first, hunter thought he was just feeling great admiration for Willow and how skilled she was with plant magic, flyer derby and how confident she is, and absolutely 100% deserving of her Captain ranking despite aligning herself with wild witches. it takes a while and actually getting to know her for his initial feelings to develop into full-on crush mode, and when he finally happens he’s thrown off kilter bc he’s like “when in Titan’s name did THIS happen??” hunter is so used to having people in neat little boxes in his head (ally, friend, enemy, etc.) that he’s utterly discombobulated when he realize that Willow is not only existing in almost every category, but also exists in one entirely on her own. she also happens to be very pretty, he’s not stupid, hunter has eyes. he could be physically attracted to someone but he was mostly ‘ehhhhh’ about it bc you know, GG stuff, but when he was Caleb with the Entrails, he had a taste for more, and Willow is certainly someone he wants to get to know more.

2. on Willow’s part, she liked Hunter as a friend right away, and initially after ASIAS, she fancied a bit she might be able to convince him to change sides, bc clearly this boy isn’t all bad, just caught between a rock and a hard place with family obligations and pressure (which reminded her way too much of Amity and she reminded herself that she’s not a child anymore, she can now fight back to keep her friends; in her mind she’s not gonna make the mistake of backing down twice) and not only was he her friend, he was smart, awkwardly funny in a deadpan accidental kind of way, clearly skilled in fighting, and a natural in flyer derby, and he reminds her so much of Luz and Amity and Gus that being friends with him just felt like a forgone conclusion.

3. Willow’s feelings developed from a place of protection; once she heard of what Hunter experienced in EC, she was. fucking distraught. not that she’d let anyone know that, but that meant his life was in even more danger during the time she got to know him up until they reunited at the Hexside rebellion. bc how could she even hope to be the witch she wanted to be if she couldn’t protect those she cares about? and while she knows Hunter is perfectly capable, knowing how talented and skilled he is but still having gone through so much pain just made her remember how alone and hopeless she felt back as “half-a-witch” willow.

4. it’s not until hunter reveals even more of his background (I’d imagine when he finally reveals his grimwalker heritage) she’s made up her mind to protect Hunter, no matter what, for as long as they both shall live. the intensity and conviction of this thought hit her like a ton of bricks as soon as she thought it. she wants this boy in her life for the long haul, endless nights and texts with him talking about everything and nothing is proof enough for her, and the ease in which they want to protect each other. but the intensity of these thoughts is what surprises her bc while she’d feel the same feelings about her friends, the happiness and relief she feels when she thinks about hunter engulfs her from her head to her toes, her heart on fire, and considering her strength in magic is so heavily tied to her emotions, once she realizes “oh my Titan, I LIKE HIM-LIKE HIM.” every plant within a two mile radius of her person blooms at once.

5. after Hunter realizes his feelings for Willow are romantic in nature, he’s like “what now?” so he defaults to his usual past time regarding all his problems: research. he finds himself spending A LOT of free time at bonesborough’s library when he’s not reading into any of his other interests. he’s fully embarrassed to loiter near the young adult/teen section, considering how many people are usually there, and he keeps turning around and going back and forth enough times that Amity, who has been watching him this entire time, takes pity on him and suggests books that could actually help once he stutters out his reasons (“look, the emperor’s coven left me isolated, im hopeless when it comes to relating to and socializing with people, and it seems like relationships are tied in with that, ok??”). Amity is really kind of smug about this development, and eventually she sits down with him and says, “you like Willow, don’t you?”

6. because honestly? she can’t blame him one bit. and Amity could tell from the get-go that Hunter had some level of interest in Willow, but obvs they had other things going on at the time. and pre-labyrinth runners Amity would’ve been hissing and spitting and threatening Hunter with a shovel talk for even thinking he could pull one over and steal Willow away, but now she has seen how hard he has been working on his friendship with Willow, and he honestly cares about her as a person. and sure, maybe his awkward blush moments remind amity waaaaay too much of herself before she and Luz started dating, and damn it, she’s a much better person than who she was a year ago, so she’s gonna help this dude bc hunter has like, -5 game.

7. so she helps him out, drawing on her own experiences with dating Luz, telling him about stuff Willow likes. even sharing a few stories from her childhood friendship with Willow, even though it’s a little painful bc Hunter is finding out about all these happy memories in a positive context, while Amity still feels so much regret when she thinks about them. as their friendship grows, Amity becomes the one Hunter comes to first with any relationship insecurities and problems once Hunter and Willow actually start dating. also “amity it’s just not enough to get her flowers, I have to get her the BEST FLOWERS. AMITY HELP.” (he is so lucky he has grown on her and she loves Willow and Luz so much, the hopeless idiot).

8. confessions? Hunter does make the first move, much to everyone’s shock, but Willow triggered it. Willow and Hunter stay behind after flyer derby practice one day, just lazily sitting on their staffs watching the sunset and stars start to peak out. Hunter is rambling about how star placements are really similar to the human realm and his theories on how two different realms of existence could potentially share the same sky, and willow is just watching and listening with such fondness that it just slips out when he takes a breath before rambling on, “i like you so much”. it’s when he’s gaping at her in shock, his face blotchy and red to his ears does she realizing what she’s said, she squeaks and covers her red face in her hands, wishing the Titan would rise and swallow her whole. he floats over, gently removes her hands from her face, steels his nerves to kiss her on the cheek before pulling back, eyes wide and terrified, asking if she’d like to go out with him. the grudgby field below them immediately bursts into wildflowers. willow doesn’t notice bc she’s beaming and launches herself into hunter’s arms mid air exclaiming yes. Do they almost fall? yes but it’s okay.

10. this is a joke, but at the owl house, Luz’s shipping sense are tingling. she stares out the window, and after a beat, pumps her fist in the air, hissing “yes.” king is like “weh??” and she just smiles, “you’ll get it when you’re older.” Eda is staring at Luz like she’s nuts.

[sohin-ace]

Jojo Drabble - Jotaro (Pride Month Special)

It's the end of Pride Month, and I haven't seen a single, not a single post about Aro/Aces...

I'm not really surprised. At all.

I'm linking some interesting videos and websites to help you understand this sexual orientation.

Asexuality: The invisible Orientation by Hippie Calico

I spent a day with Asexuals by Anthony Padilla

Asexuality by David Jay

Asexuality.org (available in 16 languages)

R/aaaacccccce on Reddit

R/asexuality on Reddit

(Both subreddits are very cute and full of funny memes and good positivity 💜🖤)

In regards to the visibility of this marginal and forgotten sexuality, I'll be making a drabble about it. With the only openly Aro/Ace character of Jojo that I know of.

※ Jojo Scenario • Jotaro - Ace to Ace

You opened the heavy metallic door leading to the rooftop, the loud clank and dry screech making you cringe. Hopefully the sound wouldn't alert the teachers or the class reps. After all, nobody was allowed on the roof. Especially during class hours.

You walked around, searching for a certain someone and, surely enough, the boy in question was there, just where you expected him to be.

"Man, you sure love to ditch, don't you?"

You chuckled and the male didn't even spare you a glance, his hat effectively shielding his face from the Spring sun as he laid leisurely on the floor, his arms pillowing his head.

"I could say the same to you."

Well, he wasn't wrong, you thought to yourself, but you would never admit it out loud and possibly give this smug man reason.

You slowly and carefully sat down next to him, groaning slightly at the painful difficulty of the usually simple task.

Jotaro perked up slightly at your discomfort, making sure you were alright. Thankfully you seemed alright and he relaxed.

"Yare yare daze, you shouldn't have come. You're still recovering, why are you walking flights of stairs now?"

That's right. You were still under medication and strict medical supervision for your quite severe stomach wounds. And you still weren't used to your prosthetic leg just yet.

It was purely a miracle that you managed to survive that fight against Dio, and you never ever took a second of your life for granted after that, thinking of the friends who didn't have the same chance as you, lost forever during that battle.

You looked down at your uniform skirt. You couldn't think about that now. You had to lift up the mood for Jotaro, and for them.

"Hey, I'm fine." You dismissed with a smile, "It doesn't even hurt that much anymore, it's been a while now." You reassured and he only mumbled his catchphrase again, laying back down.

You two kept each other company in comfortable silence. Despite everything, Jotaro was still taciturn and you were much calmer after all that happened the past few months.

It was already the end of the school year and your thoughts drifted to the future that awaited you, and what it had to possibly offer.

"Say, Jotaro..." You softly grasped his attention and he only hummed in response. "What do you think will happen next? After we graduate, I mean..."

"Hmm?" He opened a curious blue eye at you." ...Go to college or get a job. Or both. What else do you want to do?"

"Ah well..." You paused and thought of your next words. "I don't want to but... Guess I'll have to get married and stuff eventually... Have kids, cook for my husband, things like that you know..."

Jotaro clicked his tongue and scoffed at the disgusting idea. "...Bullshit."

"I know..." You sighed and looked back down at the male, only to see him stare at the now more covered sky, his usual glare softer on his face. You knew what he was thinking.

"Jotaro..." You called and he looked at you. "You're the same as me... Right?"

He didn't say anything, but his eyes spoke answers for him. You may not have known him for very long, but the adventures and experiences you lived with him were worth much more than years of friendship.

He huffed and closed his eyes. "Yare yare daze... Why are you talking about depressing things, now?"

"I mean... Can you blame me for being worried? I know you feel the exact same, Jotaro." You brought your knees up to your chest and stared ahead. "You'll have to get through the same thing at one point too... That's... What we're expected to do, after all... Whether we like it or not."

He hated to admit it, but you were right. What was the place in society for two outsiders with not interests in romantic or sexual relationships?

What were Aromantics and Asexuals besides loners, straight people craving attention and finding poor excuses for their lack of charisma?

Especially when everybody well knew that the only way to succeed in life, was to share it with a significant other and keep the bloodline going forever.

...Or was it really?

All these thoughts, your obligations as members of the patriarchal modern society, the implications behind all of it, the consequences, the fate you two would be doomed in. All of these were so painful. A lifelong struggle.

He was aware that he'd have to complete his other half of his life, achieve the ultimate life goals of getting married to a beautiful little wife and have cute little children running around the house and all that jazz.

But that's not how Jotaro Kujo had ever imagined his life would be like.

He had his own dreams, his own comforts. Being alone was good. So good. But he had no choice, he'd have to satisfy society's expectations. He'd have to make his mother proud and granting her the little grandchildren she always wished to have.

Jotaro looked back at your metallic leg. After all you've been through, after all he's lost to save his mother, pleasing her and making her happy was the least he could do to honor your sacrifices and the deaths of his loved ones.

But what could he do? Force himself? A man couldnt force himself to develop feelings, he could only pretend. But what good would that do him?

He'd have to, eventually. He couldn't help but think back at you. You were all the same. And you two would be judged for life for not following suit and do like everyone else, like little sheeps.

Was it so wrong to not want to be with a special someone? To not get attached or attracted? Why was it so weird? Why was it unacceptable? Who deemed it necessary, to get stuck into marriage just for the sake of being married?

And man, his thoughts rathered to drift to sex either, that's really the last straw and if possible, he'd love to shut everybody up about it. Shut up everybody who only validated a man's worth by his primal urge to knock a woman up.

You seemed to be the only one he could actually talk about this with, since people would just tell you the usual 'You're gay!' or 'You haven't found the one yet!'.

Just like telling a depressed person to 'cheer up'. Bullshit excuses of people who couldn't accept that mindsets and sexualities differ with each human being.

What were the two of you supposed to do? You were stuck, cornered.

He was a stone that knew nothing about affection, and he already pitied the unlucky woman who'd get to him.

And you were just as bad of a stone. He felt bad for you, for having to have to lay down and take it without batting an eye just to satisfy the needs of the greedy bastard that'd snatch you away.

"... We'll figure it out, Y/N. We've dealt with much worse to worry about things like that."

"That's true but... I don't know. It's hard to imagine a family life. I like chilling on my own. And I'm still too sad about them to be lovey-dovey."

He scoffed, hitting your back playfully. "So what? Let two hopeless rocks with crippling depression be themselves. Sounds like a plan."

"Now, hear yourself talking about depressing things!" You chuckled and pointed out accusingly at him, stealing his precious hat and putting it on your own head.

He sat up with an exhausted sigh and roughly pulled his hat down your eyes, as his own little revenge, gratified by a small 'Ow!' of response from your end.

He let out a ghost of a smile as you were blinded by his hat, thankful that you couldn't see him even though he knew you'd never tease him for being more expressive.

"Ow, that actually hurt, Jojo, you bastard!"

"Let's go." He stood up before stretching his huge hand out to you, making sure to be careful with your injuries as he pulled you up to your feet with surprising gentleness.

Before you could reach your classroom, you grabbed your friend's arm, prompting him to stop walking in the empty hallways.

"But really, Jojo... Wherever you are, and if you have been pushed into a life that unsatisfies you in the future... think about me, okay? You know that somewhere, I'll be the exact same... You're not alone."

He couldn't help but soften his gaze just slightly. You were a thoughtful person, that wasn't a secret. You already had proven yourself to be compassionate multiple times during your crusade, and you kept on.

You made him realise that he was normal and it was okay to not feel anything. You two could only rely on each other now, and it sure didn't matter to him what people say.

Oh of course he'd heard his classmates gush about how cute you two were and how uncharacteristically sweet he was towards you ever since you came back from your trip.

Because the infamous Jotaro Kujo wouldn't just have a soft spot for just anyone, right? Nobody would believe that he became so gentle just because you were injured, there must be something more, right?

No. Absolutely not. And screw society for fogging people' small brains into thinking that there's an afterthought or innuendo behind every male-female, or even same sex platonic relationships.

He knew well that it made you as uncomfortable as him, but you always brushed it off and let the people talk. Let them believe whatever they wanted.

He never wanted to think too much about it, but he couldn't help but worry as well sometimes. That was the kind of things that pissed him off.

It pissed him off so bad. If it wasn't for you he would have crushed so many skulls already. That would teach some people to shut the fuck up.

"What are you thinking about, Jotaro?"

He blinked, humming questioningly at you as you had taken him out of his transe.

"You just called Star Platinum." You said as you grabbed the Stand's big hand, shaking it around as if to greet him, to which he responded with a whispery 'Ora'.

He sighed heavily, calling his Stand back. "Nothing... Nothing at all."

You chuckled a bit. You've learned to read him quite well overtime. A skill only his mother and Kakyoin had mastered. "I'm worried too, Jojo. Hopefully it will be okay... For us."

You patted his back reassuringly and he smiled.

Wasn't that kind of love enough? Love without obligation, without commitment. Without the consequences. Without gender norms, without standards. Just people caring for each other. Wasn't friendship, camaraderie, sisterhood and brotherhood beautiful enough?

Platonic, unromantic love was much stronger than any other type of relationship. He was satisfied with this form of social contact. He didn't need anything more.

Jotaro Kujo was never a greedy man, after all.

The male was suddenly brought back to his sense when he felt a tiny hand tug insistently at his sleeve, hoping to wake him up from his rêverie.

"Papa, you fell asleep on your desk again..."

Jotaro inhaled tiredly, scratching his head and taking in his surroundings, his study back in his home in Florida. He patted his daughter's head, making her scrunch her face a little.

Was it that late already? He was so used to dozing off after working on his thesis, reflecting on his life and his choices. He had been overworking himself lately. He knew he shouldn't overthink, but he couldn't help it.

"Thank you Jolyne. Go back to sleep now, alright?"

The little girl nodded and trutted out, leaving her father alone to his thoughts.

Jotaro let out another breath, eyeing a certain picture frame, taken in the desert. Hopefully you were living a fulfilling life of your own.

And hopefully you two would get to meet again, and maybe talk again.

Ace to ace.

[asteriismos]

attention. - bill denbrough

authors note : this is the first chapter of ‘ballads 1��. 

warning(s) : underage drinking, college au, swearing, drug use, no pennywise bc i say so, toxic relationship between the reader and another guy,

words : 2.7 k

based off the song ‘attention’ by joji

bill denbrough always thought of himself as a hopeless romantic.

not just in the blatant lovers romance, but in all aspects of love in his life. love for his friends, love for his distant parents, love for writing. he has a large heart, a heart that leads with a strong pride that not many people are able to have. throughout his life he has always had a sense of longing. when he was younger it was always a longing for the future, to see what really was in store for him as soon as he graduated and moved away from derry, maine. 

but now that he grew older and was going to turn twenty one this next year, bill realized that he didn’t just have a longing for the future, but the past as well. he missed his friends, though they were only a phone call away, he missed the sense of nostalgia that he always got in those summers in derry. when him and his friends would swim for hours in the quarry and mess around at mr keene’s pharmacy enough to make the old man want to rip his hair out. 

it was not his idea to join a frat. it really wasn’t. honestly it made bill a little bit sick to his stomach at the fact that he did. though upon realizing that he longed for that sense of friendship that he had in derry ( though the losers could never be replaced ), bill thought that maybe it would be a good idea. 

he also played a lot of baseball, which landed him in one of the most popular frats at his colleges. a bunch of his teammates also were a part of it and got him to join once and for all. bill was a really good baseball player, he always has been for some unknown reason. and he loved it, almost as he loved studying english for his degree. there was just something about being on that field in the hot sunlight that made bill like he had a sense of place in the world. wearing that jersey made him feel like he was a part of something, a family, and he got the same sense with the brothers in his frat. 

the same frat that he was a part of also hosted the best goddamn parties. bill never thought of himself as a party animal, and he really wasn’t that wild, but on special occasions he was. he’d flash that million dollar smile, shine those pretty green eyes, and be the life of the party. 

tonight was one of those nights. it was the night of the big win anyways. bill had made the game winning home run, making him the topic of the entire party. 

little did bill know, this party that he is the topic of would change his life forever. 

- 

you, on the other hand, didn’t know what the hell you were doing at a frat party. it was the least favorited place of yours. and if you had any say in the matter, you would’ve just rather stayed in your dorm to read a book, watch netflix, or do literally anything other than be where you are right now. 

you used to be an independent person. coming from a small town, you were always the person who everyone admired for being so out of the social norm. you were outgoing, charismatic, the ideal friend. and still somehow you had really good grades to get you into a good college. 

now that you were in that college, however, you changed. no longer were you really the outgoing type, you were still charismatic but limited, and you didn’t have many friends. this was all because of the boy you met in freshman year college calculus, his name was liam. at first, liam was the ideal guy for you. he was everything that you could’ve imagined in a boy. at first he was nice, funny, charming, someone who everyone knew. when he asked you out for the first time your heart soared with excitement for that first date. everything went perfectly planned, and you believed that you had a partner for life. 

then somewhere after the first three months, something changed. liam got hotheaded, never hitting you, but lashing out with his words. he would get jealous when you talked to other guys and sometimes even your girl friends. then when you would call him out on it, he would manipulate you into thinking that it was your fault for making him angry, which after a while, you started to believe. you knew that it was a wrong relationship, but to some degree you still really liked liam. when liam was in a good mood, he was a good boyfriend. the only problem was when he was in a bad mood . . . he really wasn’t. 

you were never the submissive type until you met liam. a part of you wanted to cut him out of your life forever and try to build yourself up again to where you had been before, but you were too scared of what would happen if you did. liam had connections, he would make your life a living hell if you broke up with him. so you stayed with him, despite you not loving him. liam always reminded you that he loved you, even if it took him a few insults to get there. 

dressed in a black tank top and dark blue jeans, you walked into the front door of the frat party on 18th street. at first you were even surprised that liam was allowing you to go to this party with him. he loved baseball and went to all the games, but he never took you to the parties that occurred afterwards because he was too scared of you getting too much attention. though tonight he was in a good mood, only commenting on your choice of outfit. liam said that he didn’t want anyone else to see that much of your skin, but that there wasn’t enough time for you to get out of his car and go back up to your dorm to change. 

he said that it would be an exception.

a few other of liam’s friends walked behind you and him, him holding you by the waist, into the crowd of people that had pooled into the large house. a few people you recognized from around the campus and in your various classes, though the only people you really knew were liam and his friends. 

and then the strangest thing happened. 

liam’s arm went off your waist. which wasn’t the strangest thing, no, the strangest thing was when he walked away from you with his friends. without a word, he walked away. it was so unlike him to leave you alone in a public place, though the more you listened to your surroundings, the more you heard the mention of some coke that someone had gotten. that’s what got his attention. 

now here you stood, alone in a crowd. and despite the irony of it, you couldn’t have been more happy. 

bill thought that you were the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. 

he was standing on the grand staircase when you walked into his large house. at first he didn’t notice because his mouth was on a red solo cup, taking a long swig of the liquid that would end up being his luck. as he pulled the cup away, his buddy harrison was talking about the game and how he thought that they weren’t going to win until bill made the winning hit. and usually he would accept the praise with open arms but in that moment he could care less about his baseball skills and more about you, who stood alone with a detached look on your face. 

it was such a change from the normal girls that went to these parties. usually they would have giddy, almost too happy smiles on their faces to be at probably their third party this week. they threw themselves at the guys in his frat like they had no self worth, and dressed in the most skimpiest outfits that probably would get them kicked out at a restaurant for public nudity. it took bill a few drinks to find these girls attractive. and it wasn’t because they weren’t pretty, most of them were drop dead gorgeous, but it was because they didn’t have a personality outside of being a sorority girl. 

you didn’t seem to be that person. and he definitely hasn’t seen you at a party before or he would’ve approached you before. 

with a quick excuse, bill made his way down the stairs past the people standing and talking, all the way to where you were standing. your eyes were low so you didn’t see him until he said, “d-do you want a drink?” damn. he wished that he had payed some more attention in speech therapy as a teen because in this moment, he was more than embarrassed that he had a stutter. being the golden boy of the baseball team didn’t seem fitting for a boy with a stutter, yet here he was.

your previous gaze of the solid dark brown mahogany wood was replaced with white high top converse shoes pointing right at you, to which you looked up to be met with green eyes. and for a moment that scared you because for the longest time you’ve stared into liam’s brown eyes forever, trying to find a hint of hope in them, and now that you’re staring into the green eyes of this stranger. . . you see the hope almost like a blinding light. 

liam doesn’t like when you drink.

“i'm-” you start, cutting off your words when it starts to feel like cotton is being shoved down your throat. what you were about to say is that you’re taken. and technically you are, but it wasn’t cheating to accept a drink from someone. for all you knew, this stranger is just being nice. 

“i'm y/n,” you corrected yourself, giving the boy in front of you a smile. 

bill, admittedly, felt like a little kid again with a crush. because the second that you talked to him, his heart started to soar to cloud nine. your voice felt like everything that he was missing in his life and the more he stared at you the more he wanted to get to know you. he wanted to know all your hopes, aspirations, your favorite color . . . everything that you would possibly let him know. and bill knew that it was wrong to think this much about someone who he has only spoken four words to, but as said before, he was a hopeless romantic. 

in fact, he was surprised that you were even giving him the light of day, especially since he was staring into your eyes a little bit too long for someone you just met. 

if only he knew that you had been seeking some kind of validation like this for almost two years now. 

giving that same boyish grin that had been on his face when he first spoke to you, he said, “i’m bill. it’s n-nice to meet y-y . . .” he cursed under your breath too silently for you to hear. “you,” he finally got out, cheeks blazing red with embarrassment. 

you only smiled, nodding your head, deciding not to even acknowledge his stutter. which he silently thanked you for. 

“bill,” you said, testing how the name felt on your tongue. it felt nice, rolling off like honey. the second that you said it, bill felt like he could live a lifetime of you saying that name. he tried to capture the moment, playing it on repeat over and over in his brain. it sounded so perfect, so pure, it was everything that he wanted. 

fuck off bill, you’re falling in love with a stranger, at least get to know her a little bit beforehand. 

“s-so do you want that d-d-drink?” he asked again, motioning over to the kitchen where the lines of cups stood, just waiting to be picked up by another eager college student. 

and, taking a leap of faith towards bill with the hopeful green eyes, you nodded your head and said, “yes.”

-

bill watched as you spoke with a smile, sitting next to you and admiring the light in your eyes as you spoke about your hometown. he quickly realized after hearing you talk to him even more, that he could listen to you speak forever and not say one word back. your voice was passionate, speaking with a fire behind it that you realized you haven’t had in a while. 

both of you sat on a lawn chairs in the backyard of the house, where not a lot of people were so it was quiet enough to talk without screaming over the music that boomed in the inside. 

now that you were without the cloud in your life for almost two hours into this party, you had broken out of your shell a little bit. it was nice. for a few moments you started to feel like yourself again. 

and the more you got to know bill, the more you liked him. he was nice, funny, came from a small town just like you, and was super easy to talk to. you were patient while he worked out the words that took him a moment to say with his stutter, which you learned was something that not a lot of people did in his life. he told you about how his own parents got annoyed with it sometimes, and how the frat brothers would start talking over him while he worked out words. it saddened you that you were one of the only people who was patient with him, since bill seemed like someone everyone liked. 

“so you’re telling me you’re the reason this whole party is even happening?” you asked him, a small hiccup followed soon after and a giggle. 

bill rolled his eyes jokingly. “y-yes. but please it’s n-n-not that big of a d-deal. my friends a-are just over the t-t-tuh-top.” 

you shrugged. “i’ve never really been to one of these before, so to me it is a big deal. i’m with the star of the party!”

“stop it,” bill joked. “i’m n-not a star. f-f-far from it.”

you didn't think so. 

“whatever you say, billy denbrough,” you teased. maybe you did have a little bit too much to drink after all. 

“b-b-but im glad that you’re here,” bill said, giving you a look. his eyes never left your face while it looked at his with such wonder. “it’s n-n-not every day i get t-to talk to pretty g-girls.”

now that threw you through a loop. it’s not every day i get to talk to pretty girls. talk to pretty girls, pretty girls, pretty girls. he thinks that i’m a pretty girl.

you were about to answer, but your phone buzzed, prompting you to take it out of your back pocket and look at the text. it was liam, asking you where the hell you were and that he wants to leave. you looked around the vacinity to see if somehow liam spotted you, but he wasn’t there. thank god, because you couldn’t have imagined if liam saw you talking to bill. he would never let you out of his sight again, he wouldn’t let you out of his grasp . . . suddenly your heart started to race, and you felt the borderline panic attack that washed over your body. 

you need to leave before he gets mad, if he isn’t already. 

“i have to go . . . it was nice to meet you bill,” you said, giving him a wave and walking towards the house to leave. 

bill stood up, about to question your sudden shift in behavior. it happened right after he complimented you and now he believes that he has said the wrong thing. he’s pushed his luck too far. bill felt like an idiot. then again, your whole demeanor had shifted the moment you checked your phone, so maybe he hadn’t been the reason. 

standing there dumbfounded, all he could think about is how much he longed to see you again.

[wastelandcrown]

one indescribable instant

Summary: Roman's companionship forces Logan to think about the idea of romance. He starts to enjoy the idea of romance more and more, but he can't stop thinking about whether or not love at first sight is real. Warnings: None (If you need me to add a warning, please tell me!) Notes: The fluffiest thing I've probably ever written. Title is referencing a song from the show Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Also not beta-d, we die like Roman Pairings: Platonic Logince, Intrulogical, Background Royality Word Count: 1620

Roman often describes fairy tale romances to Logan in ways that don’t make sense. These types of love-at-first-sight romances seem entirely improbable to Logan, but he imagines it would feel fairly nice the way Roman describes it. 

‘It’s as if beautiful music soars behind you, filling you with such intense joy and passion that you can barely describe feelings soaring through your heart! And, of course, you have the person! You look upon them once and realize you’ll never need another person for the rest of your days!’

Logically, this makes no sense. Love at first sight, the way Roman describes it, doesn’t exist. You also need many people in your life. Is this partner a doctor of all medical sciences? A grocer? An accountant you may hire? It is impossible to fulfill everything one person may need. However, that doesn’t mean it sounds entirely terrible. 

He’s never been a hopeless romantic, never even much of a romantic. The only thing that changed that was meeting Roman. Despite their fighting and differences, they became closer than anything within a matter of months. They were introduced through Patton, Logan’s childhood friend and Roman’s boyfriend, and Patton often joked about how Logan would end up replacing him some day. They both hated this joke, mostly because it was wildly inaccurate. Roman was so head over heels in love with Patton that he was scandalized at the idea of loving anyone else, and Logan is not romantically attracted to Roman at all. Sure, they spend a lot of time together, but Logan has never even been to his apartment! The effect Roman has on Logan is purely platonic, and highly emotional. He has made Logan rethink and reanalyze his feelings on most things, and he doesn’t often change his opinion, but he was swayed so heavily on one subject. Just one. 

Love. Many a night, Roman has spent time curled up with him on his couch. Nothing playing on the TV, just sitting and pining. Fanciful ideas of romance and true love, wild journeys, ideas for romantic dates. A favourite of theirs is the prince and the gardener. Roman pictures himself as a prince, longing for Patton, the gardener for his palace. Logan imagines he works alongside Patton, befriending the prince, and eventually falling for one of his royal allies. He likes to add to the fantasies with little facts about their chosen era or scenario, which Roman always gasps at with the fervour that comes along with a new idea. Somehow they always make their way back to a royal ball. 

‘And I’m there, everyone wants to dance with me, but I’m looking for my two special guests, and when I find you, Logan, I’ll introduce you to some royals because you want to talk about nerd things.’

‘I think I’d have my eye on one already, maybe a Count, or a Duke,’

‘Oh my god no, not a duke! My brother always pictures himself as a duke when we do this!’

This is the first time Logan has heard of him having a brother, but it’s not much of a surprise. 

He doesn’t ask, but Roman tells anyway. His name is Remus, and because of their wildly different personalities, they made a mutual agreement not to talk about each other as brothers. Logan has heard some of his stories, however, because he’s been calling Remus his “roommate” and telling some quite wild stories about their adventures. He doesn’t really believe most of them, except for the time Remus filled their apartment with street cats. Patton, who has been over at his apartment and is allergic to cats, regaled the terrible story about wanting to pet the cats but being unable due to aforementioned allergies. Despite the cats, Patton seems to like Remus well enough. 

‘So Roman told you! That’s great! What do I think about him? Well, he’s certainly different! But-I mean-It’s not bad different! Well...He’s-I think you have to meet him to really understand what I mean!’

Logan spends a week confused, and not wanting to push Roman’s buttons. Then he decides he has to push the buttons because he can’t bear not knowing. 

Luckily, Roman calls him.

“Logan! You won’t believe my day today!” Roman starts with a comfortingly familiar dramatism.

He chuckles softly, smiling to himself, “I’m sure I will believe it, however perhaps you would prefer to tell me in person.”

“You read my mind! I’ll be right over!” He can nearly see the bouncy and excited look Roman has on, he knows him too well. 

“Actually, I was wondering if I could come to your apartment?”

Roman pauses for a moment, “Sure, I’ll have to force Remus to get presentable though.”

Logan hears a loud “Hey!” then Roman signs off. He can be at Roman’s in twenty minutes on an average day. Today he stops at the bakery they like to get some pastries, just in case Roman needs a little longer to get everything presentable. 

When Roman swings open the door he immediately takes Logan in for a big hug. 

“We’re making milestones today! You’re coming to my house and meeting my brother, what a huge achievement!” He seems genuinely excited, so Logan only lovingly rolls his eyes.

With one large swoop of his arms, Roman has taken the box of pastries and put his other arm around his friend’s shoulders. He gives him a squeeze and pulls him into the house. It’s a little messy, but it has its charms. The living room has a lot of strange, and occasionally graphic, decor. The couches are brown and worn in, they look soft. Their kitchen and dining room are fairly bare, kept clean for cooking and eating. Roman shows him his room, which is as wildly colourful and eccentric as he imagined it would be. They’re in the hallway when the second bedroom door opens and Remus steps out.

“Presentable enough for you, your highness? Remus snarks at his brother.

Logan feels something in his chest move and then swing violently in a direction he never expected. Remus’ skin is pale, near white, stark and clean against the eggshell walls. His hair is messy and wet, evident that he just showered. His eyes are sharp and a little wild, a dark brown colour that Logan near instantly commits to memory. There are natural bags and discolouration all the way around his eyes, his teeth are strangely sharp when he grins at Roman, he’s got a quite terrible mustache that makes him look a little like a cartoonish villain. He’s in a tank top with the sides near cut out, black jeans, and socks with phallic objects. Just like Roman, he’s nearly a foot taller than him. Logan forgets how to breathe.

“Could do without the penis socks, but yes! This is who I needed you presentable for!”

Remus looks at him then, curiously. His gaze moves up and down slowly, a shiver runs down Logan’s spine. 

“This is Logan?” Remus slyly smirks, “RoRo you didn’t tell me he was hot!”

The music Roman told him about swells in his mind. His entire body feels light and airy. It’s not exactly joy and passion but Logan is suddenly overcome with the urge to devote his life to this beautiful near-stranger. He can feel his cheeks go pink when Remus says he’s hot, and in all honesty he does not care. Embarrassment is the least of what he’s thinking about. 

“Remus! He is my best friend and our guest! You cannot say that!” Roman looks over at Logan, opens his lips to apologize, then notices his nervous posture and blush. 

Logan decides to speak, but makes the mistake of looking at Remus first, his words come out as mush, “I-No-No it’s-uh-It's quite alright. I didn’t mind.”

Roman blinks at Logan wildly. He’d never seen Logan be such a mess when speaking. He’s usually measured and clean! It dawns on him in an instant what’s going through Logan’s mind.

“Well! Nice to see you Remus!” Roman starts pushing Logan harshly towards his room, “Logan brought pastries! Eat up! Bye!” 

When Roman slams the door he hears Remus call out, “I’m gonna order pizza for us in like thirty fucking minutes so you better be done girls talk by then or I’m getting anchovies and olives!”

Logan is being stared at like his head has cracked wide open, but his mind is in the figurative clouds. 

“I know what you mean now.” Logan mutters, putting a hand over his cheek gently and pressing his back against the door to sigh gently.

“Logan what are you talking about!?” Roman whisper-shouts, but part of him already knows.

“The music. The feelings.” Logan continues, not even speaking to Roman, “Not needing another person for as long as you live.”

The joy floods him in an instant, “I felt it.”

Roman pulls him over to sit on his bed. Logan flops backwards into the red sheets and throws his arms over his face. He tries to conceal the smile on his lips, but he can’t. He can’t believe he ever doubted Roman on this. This. This magnificent feeling. Love at first sight hit him like a truck in one indescribable instant. 

“You look happy,” Roman says softly, Logan nods slowly.

He mutters against his sleeve, “I apologize for doubting you.”

“I mean realistically, it’s not exactly love. More like a huge crush.” Roman flops down next to him. 

And while yes, he knows that it’s probably just infatuation, he loves how he’s feeling. He doesn’t typically feel things this abrupt, the strong. He finds the whole situation a bit funny, but if the night goes well he might end up with a date. 

[udurghsigil]

artemy (4 the character thingie)

How I feel about this character: perfect... perfect man... i want to be his male wife... i really love him with all my heart.... i haven’t gotten attached to a character like i have to him in AGES and i just 😭😭😭 not 2 be a kinnie but i see alot of aspects of myself in him... i feel like i sound way too proud to be saying that but like, his perseverance even thru the worst moments in his life really is something i vibe with alot!! the fact that his heart is so filled with love for those around him despite everything gets straight to me (mostly bc ive only recently opened myself up to truly loving again)... and we’ve all heard me talk abt how happy i am that he’s mixed, because his general struggle to find his identity is also a big thing i relate to. its not something you usually see in mixed characters, at least not from the media i’ve consumed. (also i get a very big kick outta ppl comparing me and my fatherly behaviors to artemy... i got compared to cow dilf y’all thats the greatest compliment i could receive)

he’s just like. i dunno you don’t usually see characters like him, i don’t think. he’s very sweet, and loving, and open about his emotions and grief.. male characters usually can only express anger and hopelessness and he’s! more complex than that! i love that he doesn’t fall into nihilistic hopelessness like most characters would in his kind of situation, he just holds onto hope the whole way through and that’s so beautiful to me!! and when there are characters like him you definitely don’t see them being as well-loved as he is in patho fandom! it makes me really happy to see everyone gushing over him too sdnajlkfs he’s really just a comforting character...

All the people I ship romantically with this character: we all know its danko... it’s funny because i came into the fandom like “how could ANYONE ... EVER ship these two...” and then i eventually completely came around and i’m obsessed. these two are soulmates i tell u, you can’t tell me that conversation about the left and right hand is just casual hetero bro stuff. naw.

ALSO i don’t talk about it alot because i’m not too into it but i like... observing ppl’s stakh/artemy art and fics. i dont have much 2 say about it i just like seeing it when i do :^)

My non-romantic OTP for this character: ok i just said i like it romantically BUT I JUST GENERALLY LIKE STAKH AND ARTEMY TOGETHER... i would like to specify p1 rubin because hes less of an asshole and also not racist knlasjdfads i just love the part where he finally reconciles with artemy and i like to imagine that instead of heading out of the warehouse he sticks around to talk and catch up with him since it’s pretty late at night anyways... i want them to be FWENDS again and i want them to talk and hug and spend time together!!

My unpopular opinion about this character: hmmm .... i would say... and this may sound a bit bad but i don’t like how he’s portrayed as a blonde blue-eyed white man most times akdsjlfnsaf like i KNOW that’s how he looks in game but...this man is mixed yall... i don’t know how well it works but i do try to go out of my way to give him somewhat different features than how he looks in-game and darken his skin tone a wee bit... my artemy is the true artemy in my eyes 💚

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: some ppl have heard me whine abt this already but i wish artemy wasn’t forced to choose between his people and his friends in the endings. i was reading a really good post about this and i think it explained my own feelings on this really well, since i definitely didn’t have the words to come up with it on my own. i feel like him having to make a choice felt like such a weird divergence form what i was EXPECTING to happen, and it’s certainly an unfair one at that. you can argue that “oh it’s supposed to be a difficult choice on purpose, remember you can’t save everyone” but it’s quite possibly the dumbest choice the devs could have had you make!! i was also discussing this with a close friend, how it felt like... like this very white idea that these two cultures/people cannot coexist in the same place without one group having to assimilate? and the idea that the best way to help indigenous people is, essentially, to give them an ethnostate, which has a lot of bad implications that i’m not smart enough to adequately explore. anyways i’m positive that things could have been resolved in a different way. it was fine in patho classic so idk how 14 years later they weren’t able to explore the ending with any more nuance than they did initially asdnkjflnsf

[tyrantisterror]

Disorganized How to Train Your Dragon 3 Thoughts

I’m not gonna separate the safe ones from the spoilers so it’s all going under the cut.  You’ve been warned!

Everyone who argued that Girl Toothless was not a Girl Toothless and was in fact a new wholly different species whose design had nothing to do with her being a Girl Toothless but was just to make it clear that she wasn’t Toothless’s species owes me an apology.

Not only is she a Girl Toothless, and not only does every scene with her focus on the fact that she is a Girl Toothless who Toothless wants to fuck, but they produce viable offspring at the end of the movie.  She is, was, and always will be a Girl Toothless.

Also, as I predicted, Girl Toothless was still a fun character despite her disappointingly obvious design, and the movie made me love her.  See?  A person can criticize a thing without hating the thing!  It’s possible!

My overall impression is that this is the weakest of the three movies, but a good enough ending regardless.

One of the bigger problems is that it has a whole bunch of characters it wants to do justice to, but a plot that really only has clear roles for, like, five of them.

Hiccup, Astrid, Toothless, Girl Toothless, and Grimel (the bad guy) are those five.  They have clear motivations, arcs, and most importantly, roles to play in the narrative.

Gobber, Valka, Snotlout, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, McLovin, and John Snow are also here but they don’t really have much to do except comment on what the important people are doing or, like, worse, have distracting subplots that don’t really pay off in a significant way.

Ruffnut and Tuffnut both provided some good comic relief though so there’s that at least.  Ruffnut in particular has one scene that just stole the show for me, she was funny as hell.

And Cate Blanchett could spend the whole movie reading an Itunes user agreement and I’d still be invested because of my enormous crush on her she’s a great actress.

The movie is also undercut by the fact that Grimel is, like, basically the same bad guy as the one in How To Train Your Dragon 2 with a very similar goal, but on the other hand, Grimel is also the answer to the question of “What if we made the bad guy in How To Train Your Dragon 2 actually interesting?”  Like, he’s not just a screamy fella, he’s got some range.  Also weird lips.  I liked the weird lips, they were distinct.

Grimel also has these sicknasty looking henchmen dragons that are red and black and viper-y looking and apparently addicted to their own venom and I love them.

I mean it’s kind of weird they’re affected by their own venom since venomous creatures are, as a rule, immune to their own venom (they kind of have to be since, y’know, they produce and store it in their bodies) and I kind of expected this series to know shit like that but whatever I guess

They replaced T.J. Miller with a different guy for Tuffnut’s voice, which is good.  I wasn’t sure at first because the different guy did a very good impression of Tuffnut’s old voice, but it lacked that distinct yet hard to place quality of T.J. Miller’s vocals that makes me want to throttle T.J. Miller.  T.J. Miller’s voice makes a sound that only primal hatred can hear.

TV tropes complained about Toothless’s romantic subplot being a “romantic plot tumor” but, like, no?  It’s actually kind of important?  Let Toothless fuck.

The dragon courtship scene was really weird and silly and sweet.

The whole “Astrid and Hiccup don’t want to get married” thing didn’t make sense to me, but, like, I have friends who were reticent to get married despite being obviously right for each other so I guess it’s a thing some people who actually make romance work sometimes go through.  I don’t get it but that’s love for ya I guess.

I mean it felt like a forced conflict to me but it also felt that way when my IRL friends were doing it so whatcha gonna do?

This is why smart people have hopeless crushes on Cate Blanchett instead of actual romances.

Speaking of, I feel personally called out that they gave Snotlout, the most odious of the characters now that T.J. Miller has been excised from the cast, a hopeless crush on Cate Blanchett.  I do not want to sympathize with Snotlout.  Don’t do that to me movie.  Don’t make me feel like he knows what I feel.

The titular hidden world of dragons was really pretty and reminded me of what I’d sometimes imagine as a kid when I desperately wanted to believe that dragons were real, still alive, and just hiding somewhere.  It spoke to the core of me like this series does.  And not just by portraying a mediocre guy as having a doomed crush on Cate Blanchett.

I’m kinda peeved that the sicknasty bad guy dragons didn’t get redeemed/saved at the end, especially after Grimel revealed that he had drugged them into working for him.  It didn’t feel on-message that the last we saw of them was them falling through the sky after Toothless electrocuted them into unconsciousness (or death?).

I did, however, enjoy that the climax of this movie was an army of dragons utterly destroying an entire fleet of human ships, undoubtedly killing many humans in the process, and that we were supposed to root for the dragons.  It’s what I’ve wanted out of a story since I was three years old.

The dragons going off to the Hidden World at the end and leaving everyone behind felt a little forced, though.  Especially since the Hidden World seems, like, only an hour’s journey away from New Berk.

On the other hand, this totally supports my insane theory that the finale of Tales from Arcadia will involve the Trollhunters and pals summoning an army of dragons to save the day, led by Toothless’s descendant.

Finally, I also feel called out by having Ruffnut say, “Ok fine, I like sensitive guys” when she gets hugged by McLovin’.  Have you been reading my blog, How to Train Your Dragon?  Are you trying to appeal directly to me?  You think I’m this easy?  Well you’re right, I am.

Marry me Cate Blanchett

[omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts]

Not My Type (1940′s Bucky Barnes X Reader)

Summary: Set in the 1940′s, recently you’ve become goof friends with Steve Rogers, a small fellow with a big brain and an even bigger heart. Your friendship with him leads you to spark a meeting with the infamous and suave ladies’ man, James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s childhood best friend who instantly takes a liking to you.

Author’s Note: Okay so I have a lot in store before the summer ends, I’m going on vacation so I have some time to write and I CANNOT BE HAPPIER! And i did a faceclaim because she just fits what’s in my head so perfectly but you DON’T HAVE TO USE HER IT IS ENTIRELY UP TO YOU! (Rachel McAdams) And now I’m in a fluffy mood so I decided to write a cute 1940′s Bucky Barnes imagine, and it’s really short, if you guys enjoy it let me know if you want another part, perhaps with modern day Bucky? Years later? *le gasp!* ;) how would she possibly be alive??

Paper Doll by the Mills Brothers, look at the lyrics, they fit this fic PERFECTLY

Warnings: just a lot of fluff really, so much, mild swearing

“Steve!” you wave your hand high in the air, over the bustling crowd of Stark fangirls and curious onlookers alike, people from all over to see the future and as usual, little Steve Rogers right in the middle of it.

He peeks up over the heads of people and smiles widely at you, waving you over to him. You weave through the people, excusing yourself when you bump shoulders with one of the men dressed in a soldier’s uniform, he sends you a toothy grin, fixing to start a conversation with you, but you move past him. You noticed the many girls draped on his arms already, call you a hopeless romantic, but you want someone who will prioritize you and you alone, not to be one of many.

You reach him and wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace, kissing his cheek, “I’ve missed you, big guy.”

“Funny,” he smiles up at you, amused by the nickname and he looks over your waist-cinched, scarlet red and white polka dot dress sheepishly, blushing hard when you catch him looking. “You look beautiful, (y/n).”

“You’re not so bad yourself, Rogers,” you grin at your friend. 

He lets out a small, soft laugh, looking up at you, “Bucky put me in this,” he adjusts his navy blue bow tie and flushes at the compliment.

“Well, I think you look nice,” you reach down and fix the tie that he’s messed up, putting it back in place as you share a sweet smile with your good friend. “Who is this Bucky I’ve heard so much about, anyway? You’re always gabbing on about him when we get together.”

“A childhood friend of mine, he’s a swell guy, you’ll like him,” he smiles weakly. “All the girls do anyway.”

“I’m sure there are dozens of girls lining up for a chance to be with a guy like you, too, Steve,” you assure him with a dazzling smile, crimson red lips curling towards the edges, dimples on display.

“I don’t know about that,” he shakes his head. “But I appreciate the thought, (y/n).”

“Will this Bucky be here today? I’d like to meet the man who dresses you so well,” you pat Steve’s chest.

“Why, thank you, doll,” a smooth, dangerous voice says behind you, you turn to the owner of it and are met with a pair of striking blue eyes and a pink lipped smirk, a man adorned in a sergeant’s uniform and a tilted officer’s hat. With a sharp jaw, strong chin, a dashing smile, and a strong, soldier’s build, Steve was right about the ladies loving him as you notice the beautiful women by him, taking in his every word and waving at you, completely ignoring Steve.

“You must be Bucky,” you look him over, sending him a polite, inviting smile. “I’m (y/n).”

“I know who you are,” he flashes you a debonair smile and expects you to go immediately weak in the knees, putty in his hands, but you stay upright, returning his smile quickly and hesitantly. “Steve’s told me a lot about you and I must say, you’re even more stunning in person.”

“Thank you,” you say and his eyes linger on your body in certain places, fitted skirt, ample chest pushed up by two straps tied behind your neck, short and curled (y/h/c) hair, and alluring (y/e/c) eyes, seeing right through his player act. You don’t fall so easily. “But if you’re thinking about getting me into bed with you, you’re going to have to do better than complimenting my attire.”

The girls beside him are wide eyed and look rather amused and entertained by your blatant disregard for his flirtations. What you don’t know is that this only makes the pull towards you stronger, and his immediate infatuation with you is nothing short of deadly.

He looks at you with complete adoration when he smiles your way, “Who says I want to get into bed with you? I was thinking dinner first, but if you insist-”

You force a smile, “That’s too bad because Steve and I have already planned on spending the evening together, perhaps you can take these lovely ladies with you instead and save yourself the trouble,” you look down at Steve. “Right, Rogers?”

Steve turns all shades of red, stumbling over his words, “Uh- well, I’m um... we could all go... maybe-”

You glare at Steve for having the idea, stopping him mid-sentence with your narrowed eyes, and frown at the smugness on Bucky’s annoyingly handsome face.

“I’d be happy to join you,” Bucky steps closer to you, the girls following behind with pouted, glossy lips.

“But James... you said we were gonna go dancing,” the brunette one with Bambi eyes and rosebud lips complains to him, hooking her arm around his muscular one.

“Maybe later, okay?” he sends her a smile that shuts her up instantly, placing a quick kiss on her cheek that makes her face flush and become rosy, the blonde one sharing a giggle with her smitten friend.

You roll your eyes and walk ahead with Steve, holding his hand to help him through the crowd. There have been too many times where people don’t see him, bless his heart, and just about trample the poor boy.

“I don’t think I like this... childhood friend of yours, Rogers, he seems to think very highly of himself,” you frown, shaking your head, and getting to the front of the audience as you watch Howard Stark of Stark Industries powering a flying car.

You’ve never seen anything like it, until it hits the stage with a loud bang and breaks down, no longer in the air. He plays it off coolly and everyone in the audience laughs it off, wrapped around his wealthy, conceited finger.

“He’s really a nice guy if you get to know him, I think you might be being a little hard on him,” he looks at you, softening his voice so he can avoid making you angry or defensive.

You scoff, “I am not, he’s... he’s just- a womanizer! Instead of properly introducing himself, he decided he wanted his first impression was going to be him flirting with me.”

“Aw, dollface, I didn’t mean to offend you,” Bucky says in your ear behind you, but you don’t startle, and instead turn slightly to look at him over your shoulder. “I only think that beauty demands to be recognized.”

“How chivalrous,” you hum, folding your arms over your chest and pursing your plush, ruby lips.

“Don’t swoon so easily, doll, I don’t want to have to catch you if you fall for me,” he smirks.

“It’s bold of you to assume that I will swoon over a guy like you,” you lick your lips as you pause in thought. “If that were the case, we’d be having an entirely different conversation,” you make a point to look him over suggestively, mocking his own glances at your body.

He smiles at the thought, humoring you, gaze being busy locked on you, “What is a guy like me?”

“A guy that thinks he’s better than everyone else and is too damned fixed in his ways to see otherwise. A guy that thinks just because he has a pretty face and wears a uniform that he can get anyone and whatever he wants,” you quip and his smirk grows.

He lets out a sharp laugh, “Oh, doll, you’ve got me all wrong.”

“Please, enlighten me,” you say flatly.

“There’s only one thing I’m after at the moment.”

“And what’s that?”

“You, doll.”

You chuckle, turning away from him to hide the rosiness rising to your cheeks. “How cliche.”

He grins, “A little cliche is always good.”

“Okay then, let me rephrase it,” you finally meet his eyes and he raises an eyebrow in question. “How unoriginal.”

“Have you been told that line before?” he asks you.

“Oh, many times,” you shrug your shoulders, laughing quietly. “But I give you props for attempting to try, points for effort even if they won’t do you much good.”

“Let me take you on a date,” he whispers, only loud enough for you to hear him above the crowd. “Then I really would have scored, a dame like you deserves to be treated like a princess.”

You roll your eyes but a smile graces your lips, “And you think you’re capable of that? What about the two ladies on your arm right now? Did you forget about them?” you say, looking beside him to see the girls have already gone. Damn.

“They went on, said I was too busy looking at you instead of being a good date to them.”

“Well, isn’t that sweet?”

“I’d like to think so, yes,” he smiles, tilting his head innocently.

“I appreciate the flattery and your offer, playboy, I really do. But seriously,” you look him in his royal blue eyes, finding yourself lost in them despite Steve beside you as your anchor. He watches the banter between you two and silently curses himself for bringing him along, another one of his friends falling for the likes of the suave Bucky Barnes.

But you, of course, know better than that.

“You’re just not my type,” you shrug your shoulder, smiling sweetly.

“What is your type?” he asks with a small smile.

“I’m not answering that.”

“Why don’t we continue this playful arguing over a drink? Maybe you’d enjoy my company a lot more with alcohol in your system,” he teases and you crack a smile.

“I don’t drink,” you reply quickly. “So why would I do that?”

“Because despite your disinterest in me, you want to know more about me.”

“Yes, know more of why you weren’t taught any manners by your mother,” you tease back. “Or maybe you were and decided not to listen.”

“I know manners, you just haven’t gotten the chance to see them yet,” he says, holding his arm out for you. “I’ll tell you all about my tragic origin story at the bar down the street, doll,” he steps beside you, turning in your direction. “What do you say?”

“I’d say no, but something tells me you don’t take no for an answer.”

“You’d think right.”

“So, that’s your plan?” you turn to him, furrowing your brow, and taking a step closer to him, people bustling around you while Steve is preoccupied with his candied almonds to pay any attention to the two of you anymore.

“Badger me enough until I finally agree to let you take me out, what’s your gain? Why me?”

He pulls his arm back when you ignore the gesture, leaning towards you, “Because not only are you the most gorgeous dame I’ve ever laid eyes on, you’re also witty as hell and can hold your own in a conversation. That’s rare to find these days.”

You search his face for a second, mulling over whether going with him will be worth it, if you’ll regret going out with him. But you only find sincerity and curiosity to get to know you in his eyes, worshiping every inch of you and the ground you walk on even after only minutes of knowing you.

“You have half an hour,” you sigh and he beams then you turn to Steve. “I’m sorry to leave you here, but I need to talk to him, maybe it’ll get him off my back,” you break into a grin.

“I don’t know, (y/n),” he looks at the way Bucky is watching your every move. “He seems pretty enamored with you. I’ve never seen him like this, getting him to leave you alone might not be so easy,” he says, rather amused by the situation.

“I’m sure you have,” you laugh, patting his shoulder. “Do you need a ride home first? I can make him wait.”

“No, it’s alright, I’ll walk,” he nods, smiling softly. “I could use the exercise.”

“You really don’t,” Bucky laughs, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and gripping his arm. “What you really could use is a goddamn sandwich.”

“And you should lay off them, my friend,” Steve retorts, patting Buck’s stomach then he has Steve in a playful headlock, ruffling up his styled hair. 

You roll your eyes and bite your lip as your lips edge into a smile at the display, looking to your friend, “Is this guy bothering you? Do I have to take care of him?”

“You can take care of me anytime, dollface,” Bucky winks at you.

You chuckle, “Alright, alright, get going, your time’s running out,” you push him in the direction of the door, earning a cheeky smile from him as he walks ahead while you look at Steve questioningly. “Are you sure you’ll be okay? I swear, I won’t go if you’re-”

“No, no,” he cuts you off with a gentle smile. “Go have fun, I... I gotta hot date anyway.”

You smile at his joke, “Really? Maybe I can meet her someday, see if she’s good enough for you.”

“You would do that?” he grins sweetly.

“I would, but actually... there’s no need,” you start walking away before saying, “No one will ever be good enough for you, Steve Rogers.”

~~~

“You’re ridiculous, Barnes,” you cut your eyes in his direction, sipping on your cherry coke with a squeeze of lime.

“How?” he grins, taking a drink of his Shirley Temple with a splash of rum, subconsciously scooting closer to you in his bar stool. “I didn’t know she had a boyfriend.”

“Well, when you found out, did you stop seeing her?” your lips curl.

He smirks, “...No.”

“Then I’d say you deserved that ass kicking,” you smile over the rim of your glass and lock eyes with him, coyly breaking eye contact when he meets your gaze, leading him on until he’s wrapped around your manicured finger.

“And I’d say he deserved to get his ass kicked back,” he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and you laugh.

You look at him for a moment, a comfortable pause in the conversation as couple and friends in the bar become white noise outside the two of you. “You’ve got me here now, James, what are you going to do with me?”

“I can’t do that here,” he smirks, innuendos in his tone and a playful glint in his eyes that’s surprisingly warm and soft when he looks at you.

You force a smile, “Charming,” you say, shaking your head, and turning away from him. 

He takes his hat off and runs a hand through his dark brown hair, capturing his pink bottom lip between his teeth, “I’m sorry, that was... that was inappropriate of me,” he says, timid all of a sudden. “If I’m being honest, I’ve never been this nervous around a girl before. This has never happened... I’m usually pretty good at this,” he smiles sheepishly, a rosy color dusting over his cheeks.

You smile genuinely towards him for the first time tonight, watching as the sweet guy Steve was telling you about begins to shine through, his childhood best friend. It scares you, really, the immediate ache in your chest at the way he’s smiling and looking at you. That’s when you realize how far, hard, and fast you’ve fallen. Even if you told yourself you wouldn’t. 

Then you sigh, giving into his temptation, and scooting your stool closer to him, watching his face redden at the close proximity between you two now. You rest your chin in your hand, propping your elbow up on the bar, and say with an affectionate, tender smile, “You don’t have to be nervous around me, Buck. I’m no different from the other girls you talk to.”

He shakes his head, “That’s the thing, doll, you are different... And I’ve never dealt with different before.”

You reach for his hat on the table and pull it on your head, over your curls and adjust it so it lets a few tendrils hang by your eyes. Bucky watches you wear it beautifully, sending him a radiant smile that gets his heart to stop beating when you ask, “Good different or bad different?”

He cracks a small smile, tucking a hanging strand of your hair behind your ear, finger lingering on your cheek before shyly pulling away, “Good... definitely- definitely good.”

You share a fleeting look with him, blushing hard when you look down at your laced fingers in your lap, biting back a full blown grin, meeting his eyes again to catch him already looking at you, “Well, that’s... that’s good to hear, must mean I’m doing something right, huh?”

You send a wink in his direction before grabbing your purse off the counter and hop off your seat, grabbing your handbag and slapping a five dollar bill on the far for the bartender, turning to Bucky with a demure smile, “Walk me home?”

He nods quickly, scrambling after you as you effortlessly sashay through the crowd of people by the doors, running ahead to hold the door open for you.

“I could have paid, you know, I asked you out. It would have been the least I could do,” he gulps audibly when you brush your body past him.

“No need, I had the money, and this way...” you look back at him, signalling with a curl of your finger for him to catch up to you. “We can call it even.”

“Call what even?” he asks after he gets back to your side, gently taking your purse and carrying it for you while you answer his question.

You sigh wistfully, “You’re a good friend to Steve, and sadly, those come in short supply for him, what with being ridiculed for his size and all. It’s not fair, yes, but guys like you, looking out for him like that? It means the world to him. So it means the world to me, too.”

He laughs dismissively, “He doesn’t need me, really, if anything...” he looks ahead. “Well, I need him.” Then he looks back at you, pinching his brow and pouting his lip inquisitively, “And I thought you said guys like me are only out for themselves?” he asks you, smug when he uses his own words against you. “What caused the change of heart?

“I was... I was wrong,” you admit reluctantly. “And I do apologize for being critical of you, you didn’t deserve that. I may come off as cold sometimes, but I don’t mean to be. It’s usually when I’m defending Steve, he’s got too big of a heart to stick up for himself, or tell a guy off even when they deserve it. After awhile of being the voice for somebody else, you become a bit stronger yourself, defending the people that need it most. Even when the situation should be left alone.”

He looks at you thoughtfully, seeing in this moment why Steve likes you so much, why he values you, and wants you in his life. Because you, too, have a big heart, just like Rogers, Bucky sees that and that’s why he’s drawn to you, your magnetism, confidence, strength and character, beauty, and wits. He’s never met a girl like you before.

You stop walking in front of your brick and stone apartment building, turning around to send Bucky a hesitant smile, not wanting the eventful night to end, despite your best efforts, “This is where I live.”

He clears his throat and shuffles his feet, kicking at a fragment of gravel on the sidewalk, stuffing his hands in his pockets, “So this is where it ends?”

“It doesn’t have to,” you say and he looks up. “I know you’ll find a way to find me. If not in this lifetime, perhaps in the next.”

His dimples make an appearance and he takes a step towards you, towering over you, something you’re not used to in a friend. “Hopefully it’ll be sooner than that. I don’t know if I could get you out of my head if I tried.”

“Who says I can’t stay in there?” you ask, slipping his hat off and holding it out to him. “Think about me all you want, it might be as far as you’ll ever get with me,” you tease him.

He smirks, “Keep the hat, doll, it suits you.”

“Don’t you need it?” you ask with a soft laugh.

“I can get another,” he says. “Besides, it’s a way for you to remember me by when I get shipped out. You’ll know everyday when you look at it, there’s someone out on enemy lines fighting for you.”

You smile and put the hat back on lopsided, “Just...” you pause, looking up at him. “Just promise me you’ll come home. You still haven’t taken me on that grand date yet. Who else is gonna treat me like a princess?”

“I’d hate to disappoint you, doll,” he smiles, voice coming out sad and forlorn when he realizes he’ll be away for so long after only just meeting you. “I promise I’ll come home. And you’ll get that date.”

“I’m holding you to that, Bucky Barnes,” you say, getting up on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek.

Then he moves before you can pull away, capturing your lips in his while you’re caught off guard by the sudden movement, kissing you hard on the mouth just as he’s been wanting to do all night, dipping you with a hand wrapped around your back. You wrap an arm around his neck to steady yourself when he spins you back up, pulling away after only a second and not giving you time to process what had happened. You blink rapidly, chest heaving as you take back your purse from around his arm, unable to wipe the cheek-burning smile off your face.

“What?” he asks innocently, sending you the last smile you’ll ever see of his. In this lifetime, anyway. “I needed something to hold onto when I’m fighting the Nazis for you.”

“For your country, you mean,” you correct him.

“No,” he shakes his head. “For you, doll,” and with that James Buchanan Barnes walks off into the night, whistling the tune that played on the bar’s jukebox, the song you picked out when you first got there. Paper Doll by the Mills Brothers.

“I lied!” you yell after him at your apartment’s doorstep and he turns around at the end of the sidewalk, waiting for a cab.

“About what, doll?” he asks.

“That you’re not my type,” you grin and it lights up the entire night sky, putting the moon and all the stars to shame. 

“A guy like me?” he repeats your words from earlier.

You shake your head with a laugh, opening your door and stepping inside. “A guy like him,” you whisper to yourself, giddy well into your dreams.

[simplycarrie]

yeethaw and welcome to ‘sierra drops a muse because she’s bored’ i’m your host sierra. and i’m here to introduce you to my smol kid Carrington, who might i add broke my streak of space names but whatever. also i’m 110% sure this bio is going to be a) long and b) something v different from what i usually do

╰☆╮ HALEY LU RICHARDSON ─ CARRINGTON ‘CARRIE’ ALDERIDGE-SANGSTER identifies as CIS-FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns. they’re a SINGER-SONGWRITER/ACTRESS, and they’re only TWENTY ! they’re said to be WARM-HEARTED, but also DOGMATIC. i guess that’s why they’re known as THE FERVOUR in the tabloids. ( florence welch / lauren jauregui )

the baby doll + the contingent — aka her early years [ infant to 12. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

carrington amelia elizabeth alderidge-sangster was subject to the same cruelty as her half-sister anastasia, getting the longest fucking name possible. although she doesn’t go by carrington, both her friends and family call her ‘carrie’

she was born june 30th making her a cancer: ‘ the crab. cancerians are seen as sensitive and emotional, and in fact they are. they’re the cry babies of the zodiac, though they’re a lot tougher than people give them credit for. they’re maternal and caring and empathetic as all heck, with a tendency towards traditional values- deep down, they want the white picket fence. along with virgo and libra, they’re one of the most romantic of the signs.’ but this information won’t be relevant until later

was v spoiled as child, and got basically anything she wanted? caused her to be a bit of a brat as a kid and she constantly needed validation from others. she had the picture perfect childhood if we’re being completely honest

always wanted attention, always needed to make sure that she knew other people were aware that she needed their attention

then she was shipped off to le rosey to follow in her sister anastasia’s footsteps and boy oh boy thing changed for her

the sovereign + the opulent — aka her teenage years [ 13 to 18. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

remember how i said that carrington was very needy and constantly wanted validation? yeah just about the moment she stepped foot on the lush green grass of le rosey she changed

was immediately the girl who was colgate smiles and perfect posture on school brochures, brandishing a tennis racket beneath a blurb about the institute’s proficiency in churning out well-rounded pupils, but underneath? she was the devil’s reincarnate of blair waldorf.

although her sister was two years ahead of her but left a reputation behind with her, and so in turn carrington was immediately popular, and she used it to her advantage

mixing in her family’s pre-established wealth ( which she flaunted at literally every opportunity she got ) with new-found popularity carrington ruled the school brandishing a fashionably velvet fist

she was bitchy to everyone, she disregarded other people’s feelings was callous and abrasive, and didn’t care what anyone had to say about her ( because she’d end up ruining their reputation and smiling in their face afterwards )

although her family wanted her to be like anastasia playing tennis and being the model student ( which she was for her first year ) she ended up finding her passion for music, quickly joining and leading le rosey’s school choir

carrington was smarter than anyone ( including herself ) gave her credit for, she aced all of her classes, and was on the road to becoming le rosey’s next valedictorian

then, she met him. the supposed ‘love of her life’. the one who was so close to making her soften and lose track of her studies, and just run away with him. until, she found someone ‘better’ stabbing him in the back, and promptly sashaying away from the damage

though leaving him was perhaps the biggest mistake she ever made, the ‘better’ thing she found turned out to be much worse. she was abused emotionally and physically, and they had sex whenever he felt like it.

suddenly she was with child, and in a panic she called stas, who took her to get an abortion without her family knowing, to this day stas is the only person knows about her daughter that never came to be, supposed to be named cornelia anastasia daphne alderidge-sangster

finally senior year approached and not wanting to break her facade carrington continued on her studies, and when she graduated she was given the honor of valedictorian ( along with winning prom queen at both her junior and senior prom )

the fervour + the fallen angel — aka the current years [ 19 to present. musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]

carrington had plenty of offers to go to college, but the one she settled on was the juilliard school in manhattan, new york she earned her aa in both acting and vocal arts, and also has full intentions of returning to juilliard in the spring to achieve her ba in those same two things

of course carrington’s talents didn’t go unnoticed, she was quickly offered a netflix show which is currently recording it’s first season, being one of the top rated netflix comedies/dramas ( think ‘one day at a time’ and ‘brooklyn nine-nine’ )

she’s very different from when she was a teenager, after her mother fell ill, and her step-father passed away she’s become very sensitive to the feelings of others, and her own feelings, she’s very maternal and will try to protect everyone, no matter how atrocious of a job she does

she’s very much a hopeless romantic, she’s read each and every single one of stas’s books at least five times, and she wants a love so deep she won’t have enough words in the english language to describe it

falls in love with just about anyone, no matter how bad they are for her, you could do something as nice as hold the door open for her, and immediately she’s falling head over heels for you, thinking about you, and planning your wedding together

wanted connections: ( there’s a lot skskksks )

familial —

half sibling - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] anastasia daphne margeurite sangster. when they grew up carrington was a bit of a brat, and they didn’t get along to well, but after spending so many years together they’ve not only become sisters, but also best friends.

romantic —

high school sweethearts - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] the boyfriend that she met and dumped at le rosey, she was in love with him, truly she was, and maybe a huge part of her always will be but she like to think that ship has long since sailed.

long distance relationship - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] an online relationship; something that actually lasted for a good while? he would’ve still been at le rosey so they’ve never met in person but something soft where they called and skyped all the time but over time things fizzled out because she got so busy with his school and work.

secret relationship - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] although carrington still isn’t out as bisexual, this was always the case, at one point she had to hide the relationship between her and the girl she loved, which is perhaps why it ended, but despite it all carrington will always love her to some degree.

toxic relationship - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington probably got cheated on by this person, and dumped multiple times, but there was something about them that just made her keep coming back for more, and she did every single time. until one day, she just didn’t. Or maybe they didn’t come back, or maybe she moved on, either way they haven’t spoken since.

pr relationship - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington is essentially america’s sweetheart, i mean imagine an heiress, turned singer-songwriter, and now a house favorite sitcom star, where’s the blemish in her status? that’s exactly what happened when their agents set these two up, i mean after all, how hard can faking a relationship be?

skinny love - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington has an extremely bad habit of falling in love with people, the only twist is this time this person fell back, except carrington is much too afraid to admit to herself that they’ve moved their relationship past being ‘just friends’ and so she doesn’t.

unrequited crush - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] like i stated previously carrington has a really bad tendency to fall in love with those who don’t want her back, and this time is obviously no different, she’s probably never told them about her crush, and has absolutely zero intention to do so, but we all new york has a funny way of making people confess.

fwb - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington is far from being known for her sexual prowess, but she is known for getting her heart broken, and that’s exactly what happens every time these two hook up. carrington tries convincing herself that it’s normal, and most of the time she’s successful, but every now and then she can’t help but wonder if they should stick to being just friends, after all she gets attached far too easily.

platonic —

squad - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] oh gosh these four have been inseparable from the moment they met, sure they fight but in the end, no matter what, they promised each other that they would stay friends until the very end.

best friend -  [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] after being the devil’s reincarnate throughout high school, carrington kinda pushed away the idea a best friend, she simply shrugged off the thought of finding someone who could understand herm and then suddenly she found them, her best friend, she loves them to bits and pieces, and somehow they just feel like an extension of her, nowadays carrington could never imagine going about life without them.

roommate - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]  carrington has a fairly big penthouse, alright more than fairly big, and to keep herself from getting lonely she got a roommate, and about a billion animals for, although their house looks like a zoo, carrington actually loves her roommate? they’ve seen her at her highest and lowest points, and have decided to live with her dumbass through it all, they don’t even have a problem with the millions of animals living with them, honestly where would she be without them?

good influence -  [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington is known for her impulsive decisions and irreversible actions, but with this person by her side the world seems like it’s at carrington’s fingertips. she’d probably rank them very high on the list of the best things that have ever happened to her, right next to anastasia and hot cheetohs.

bad influence -  [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington has never been one for parties, maybe it’s the fact that she’s not old enough to drink, or that she’s a hermit half the time, but she’d much rather hang out by herself taking pictures of her pets, and going on her own little adventures around new york. but with them, her adventures seem to be hard to remember, and parties seem so much more fun.

unlikely friends -  [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] carrington is probably the exact opposite of this person, personality wise, fashion wise, but yet despite the odds these two are still friends, and she actually enjoys it? sometimes she wishes she was outspoken and brash as they are, that she could learn to distance herself so easily, but they constantly prove themselves to be one of the closest friends she has.

frenemies - [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] one minute they’re insulting each other, the next they’re getting mani-pedis and getting brunch together. no one can quite tell if they love or hate each other most the times, not even them.

enemies -  [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ] it’s just every little thing this person does just irritates carrington, for one reason or another, and at this point she’s given up trying to be cordial, or even pretending to be.

ex-best friend -  [ musings: 01. 02. 03. 04. ]  maybe they were best friends back in their le rosey days or maybe they met and immediately clicked but somehow in some way it just stopped. and carrington hates knowing that people don’t like her, plus they were really close and carrington really thought maybe she could glue their friendship back together, or that somehow if she held on tight enough then her best friend would stop slipping from her fingers, but it turns out the tighter you grip something, the easier you lose it, she definitely still misses them, and still probably accidentally texts them from time to time.

[kachulein]

🌹Soft Bias Tag🌹

I was tagged by this cutie here @taeyongsflatbutt to do this tag!~ Thank youuu💕💕

🐿Who is your bias?

🐹My bias is legit a squirrel with the cutest cheeks in the whole world. He's an awesome producer, lyricist, rapper, vocalist and dancer,,, like what can't he do, okay? He always shines and he brightens my day, it's none other than Han Jisung.❤

🐿What made you notice them?

🐹I,,,really don't know anymore. Back when Hellevator came out and I read their profile I biased Felix but I already found Hannie nice nevertheless. A friend of mine biased him before she got wrecked by Jeongin and Chan and after that I started getting wrecked by him. In the I am WHO teasers I thought Hannie looks so good and when the mv came out I was completely in love with him. Seriously ask @taetaejagiyaaa95 I've always screamed to her about Stray Kids so she might remember when I started biasing him better than I do.😂

🐿What is your favorite thing about them?

🐹...basically everything tbh. He's literally been born to make music. Like I stated above, he can even produce songs, write lyrics and he can also play the guitar. Despite that, I also love his voice very much no matter whether he's rapping, singing or talking. His tone is so calming and guys, go listen to his killing part in 어린 날개... it's literally a killing part. His English is also beautiful tbh and he should speak it more often.🤧 But one of the things that made me get attached to him the most is his caring nature. He may be loud and crazy and a cute weirdo but he can be serious when needed and when someone has a hard time he's always the first to offer his help and when someone is crying/sad, he immediately goes up to them and comforts and hugs them. He is also very dreamy and funny and overall a person you just can't help but fall in love with.

🐿Who would initiate skinship more?

🐹I feel like we both would. We're both very clingy people and I feel like if we were together we'd be cuddling nonstop. This is also the first time I've ever felt so strongly attached to a bias somehow... like I'm always craving to be able to cuddle him. Whenever he does something I'm like: "If I was there now, I'd just casually backhug him, observe the situation and be like 'don't mind me, I'll just cuddle you while you do your thing' and therefore never leave him alone". But I guess, since he's equally as clingy, he wouldn't mind and for some reason I think he brings out even more clinginess in me.^^

🐿Who would hog the blankets more?

🐹Probably him since I'd already be busy clinging on to him and therefore I wouldn't mind since I'd practically lie on top of him and cuddle him, so he couldn't rob me off our blanket anyway.

🐿Who would be more clingy?

🐹This is very similar to the skinship ask, so again, I feel like the both of us are equally as clingy. He also loves to give kisses and that's so adorable because the members always reject him and I'd be like: "Why kiss them if you could kiss me,,, helloooo? :(" 💕💖💞

🐿Who would be more flustered?

🐹Hmmmmmm...That's a hard one. I get flustered easily, especially when someone is/acts cute and he's literally the member with the most aegyo in the group and he's seriously acting cute nonstop. So he'd definitely get me flustered. But since I am one year older than him I'd also love to get him flustered so I could awww over him and cuddle him to death tbh. But I think I'd say I'd be flustered more I mean just listen to 3racha's track "WOW" in which Jisung raps about that hot noona he wants to date,,,, like uhm boy, you are giving me HEART PROBLEMS!!!! (This is also the first time I'm not low-key salty about an idol liking noonas lmao)

3RACHA - WOW

🐿What cuddling position would you two have?

🐹Okay I gotta be honest with you, I would be constantly backhugging this smol bean but I could imagine him wanting to be the one who cuddles instead of the one getting cuddled as well since he literally has so much love to give same baby same. I'd also love to just press him against me and hug him closely, so that I could just enjoy his warmth and feel the love without actually doing something...like I just want to hold him and I'd already be on cloud 9. So literally any cuddling position would be perfect as long as we'd cuddle each other, since I need that physical contact. And now I'm soft uwu😢

🐿What colors remind you of them and why?

🐹Red. Definitely. Not because it's his favourite colour, I just associate him with red and he's loud and energetic and he can be pretty aggressive, especially when rapping, so red, as being the colour of love, anger, and energy, fits him well in my opinion.❤

🐿Which season would you like to spend with them?

🐹I want to spend the rest of my life with him so basically any season. I know he loves winter because then you can cuddle inside when it's cold out so I'd definitely love to spend winter with him and just waste our days away cuddling and watching movies, nestled underneath a fuzzy blanket, drinking hot cocoa with marshmallows and feeding each other chocolate and then go eat cheesecake together.🍰

🐿Who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

🐹He'd probably burn the kitchen down if he tried baking not gonna lie. He's a baby so I'd tell him not to do anything stupid while I'm preparing delicious chocolate chip cookies for us but of course this little chocolate loving squirrel couldn't resist stealing the batter I so carefully made :( Someone save me from this idiot💞💕💟💞💕💞💖💞💕💞💞💟💕

🐿Which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

🐹We'd probably both do them but I'd say he'd do them even more than me and I'd purposely not react to them so he'd get aggressive (exactly like in their LieV) and end up pouting at me until I ask for forgiveness alongside showering his face in lil kisses.

🐿Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

🐹He'd probably get the dogs and I'd get the cats so now we're one big ass fluffy, four-legged, furry family.💕

🐿Which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a poptart and who would come to the rescue?

🐹100% him. I'm not as bad in the kitchen as I always claim to be honest, so I'd say him for sure.👏👏👏well done, baby, I'm proud of you🙄🙄💖

🐿Who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

🐹I always lean over railings because I like looking all the way down. I think it's so fascinating to see how high up you are and how small everything looks from such a position. Maybe I'd low-key scare him with this behaviour so he'd pull me back to make sure I'm safe and sound because he's just the caring lil shit that he is.💞💕💟💞💟💞💕💗

🐿What would watching a horror film with them be like?

🐹Well, he likes horror movies and since he'd know I'm scared of them, he'd purposely want to watch them with me even more so he could protect me and have me cling to him for dear life. That lil sucker would get an ego boost being able to protect his older girlfriend and act like the big guy ya know😂

🐿Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

🐹I feel like depending on our moods we could be either one. 😂💕

🐿Who is more competitive?

🐹I guess we'd even be competitive about the question who's more competitive🤔

🐿Who would have to be given reminders (remember to eat, don't forget your keys, etc.)?

🐹Probably him. I got my shit together most of the time and I'm pretty organized thanks to my virgo moon I'd say. But this lil cutie would have his head inside the clouds and in dreamland all the time thanks to his pisces moon, so I'd help keeping him grounded a bit, you know💞💖💕

Who sends memes and who sends cute things like "I miss you" texts at 3am?

I feel like he's THE HOPELESS ROMANTIC exactly like me and my pisces venus *cough* so I feel like we'd both send cute "I miss you" texts at 3am since night time always makes me so much more sensitive and emotional and we'd both send memes, probably lots of MemelixFelix during the day.

Soooo that was it~ sorry for it being so long,,, I can't hold back when it comes to my love for him ;-;

I'm tagging @taetaejagiyaaa95 @taetarte @marculees @redcucumbers @donghyuwus @1oonar @camcamlovesbangchan @glamjae @chenleck @minniemango @bloomingfantasy @hyunjinsgiggle @jbemin @bbytaechim @jaeminstransbf @allymemes19

[thewayshefeels1]

Dear Mike

Hey, it’s me. Comin at ya at 12:30AM from my bed. Insomnia sucks. It’s so frustrating tossing and turning until you finally find that perfect position and then you’re off. Time goes by so fast when you’re asleep. It’s like you were up and then bam the hours pass by and now here you are… again. I have to pee but I’m too lazy to get up. Why am I telling you this? I have my best thoughts this time of night, or my worst depending on how you look at it. I think about you, I have been. You texted me last night and it made me really nervous. I was going to ask you “what did I do?” But I didn’t. Instead I just sucked up my upset and took my anxious ass downstairs with a bad of edamame. I watched these videos on my computer. They’re pretty interesting. The last 3 years of my life I’ve made a video each month. I told my mom if anything were to ever happen to me to watch these videos so she could find out who I really am; she could see the truth. And I guess that’s why I’m writing this to you now; I don’t even know if I’ll give it to you, if I’ll read it. I wrote to you before but who knows where that is now, on moms laptop I think. I may just write for catharsis, and in a few months or years look back and reflect on what I’ve learned, laugh at my younger, naive self or cry… it’s all relative at this point. You asked to see me tomorrow, which I guess is today. I don’t know what’s going to happen… I don’t know why you had to text me and make me worry. But I guess we’ll find out soon enough. I know what I have to say to you. They say the truth will set you free… and that’s all any of us really want isn’t it? To be free? So here goes… I briefly remember the first time I saw you. We were in the back room having a huddle by the truck line. You were slightly hidden but you were tall enough to peer over the people nearest you. I was hiding around the corner like I usually do. I was trying to sneak a glance, without looking interested. You were wearing a bright red shirt and you were next to someone whose name I will not mention. The next time I saw you; there you were again, next to he who shall not be named. We might’ve made eye contact, we may have not. The third time I was introduced, by a “friend”. I probably smiled and most likely was feeling self-conscious. You were behind me and I was wondering what I looked like. Were you looking at my ass? This time we had our huddle by the dressing rooms. My friend said we were married or something and I had hoped you disregarded this because my friend is not my type but you were. Fast forward to your last day and I recall holding my breath and calling your name to invite you over or ask for your number/some combination of the two and praying I didn’t sound like a thirsty weirdo but thinking “ah what the fuck” if I did. I remember my two confidants Christa and Jeremy both being oh so very proud and me doing a celebration dance in the aisle (success!) after. I remember you standing outside my house and my mom using her creepy camera to ask which is the hottie I was talking about but I couldn’t decipher between you and Zack. And when they were playing poker truth or dare and someone asked “if you could fuck anyone in the room who would it be” and you were sitting next to me holding a beer and I was going to say you but somebody asked me to get them something so I got up and couldn’t say it (saved by the bell) I remember showing you the photo of Casper in Dina’s room and you being so fascinated and me being so fascinated by your fascination; which may or may not have been real but I don’t need to know (or might’ve been the alcohol) Blame it on the alcohol. Then I remember showing you my room and you being the only one I took upstairs and my mom asking me about that the next day (oops?) I remember someone mentioning he noticed the way I looked at you. “Is it that obvious?!” I said embarrassed… You texting me saying you had a really good time and despite the fact I was ridiculously tired and you didn’t work at target anymore me feeling a sense of success. I remember asking Christa what I should do because I wanted to see you again, then the way I felt when you asked to see me again, subtlety but you did nonetheless. And you see THIS dear friend is when everything changes. But I knew it. I knew everything would change - I’d hope for the better; which I’m not saying there’s no happy ending to the story (stay tuned) but what I am saying is it’s like when you’re about to jump into the deep end and you hold your breath for what’s to come, or maybe you do a belly flop. Maybe you’re a great swimmer, maybe you float or maybe… you drown. I braced myself because I said “Lauren what are you getting yourself into? This isn’t a good idea and you know it” somehow I keep taking chances and I see it as a flaw. The whole romance department is a total weakness cause as much as I’d like to camp out in the woods where no one can find me, I keep coming out of hiding and give it another shot. But I’d rather not.. I can’t risk getting hurt and that may sound cowardly but good I don’t care. I am a coward I’ll admit it. I don’t have courage and I’ll be the first to say it. The whole saying “I’d rather loved and lost than rather have not loved at all” doesn’t ring true for me. I just don’t find it worth it anymore. But I digress..

(Continuation 11:45AM next day)

Hello again. This time I’m on my mom’s laptop. Much easier to write this way than a cell phone except her period key is broken so that’s an annoyance. I had a nightmare last night so I crawled into bed with mom. My jaws been hurting every morning so I think I have a teeth grinding problem.. Great, just great. Any who, you said you wanted to get to know me better so I will tell you a little bit about myself. You may know already that I love cats and pigs are my favorite animal. You may already know my favorite color is purple, I’m a carboholic who loves country music and exercise. Yoga keeps me as sane as possible and reading and writing are some of my favorite past times. You may know the basics but do you really know the person sitting next to you? You know what I’ve told you.. Maybe you know what you’ve observed. I’m self-aware, sensitive and reserved. I am emotionally honest and personal, but moody and self-conscious. I withhold myself from others due to feeling vulnerable and defective. Typically I have problems with melancholy, self-indulgence, and self-pity. At my best I can be inspired and creative. By seeing myself as fundamentally different from others, I sometimes feel isolated from everyone else, and consequently that no one can understand or love me. When I am healthy I’m self-renewing, introspective and individualistic. Generally I’m a very revealing person; gentle, some may say funny and hopefully strong. But at my worst, I’m self-inhibiting, angry, especially at myself; I become depressed and alienate myself from others. I become blocked and paralyzed. Ashamed, fatigued and unable to function. This leads to further torment and delusion - self-contempt, self-hatred, and morbid thoughts. I blame others, but mostly myself. I drive away anyone who tries to love me. Despairing, hopeless, self-destructive, obsessive and addictive behaviors come into play. To the fullest - breakdown and thoughts of suicide may occur. On a daily basis when I’m somewhere in the middle, normally I’m a very romantic, aesthetic, passionate, imaginative girl. Now you may be saying, OK lady, just get to the point already, where do I fit into this? I know you like to skip all the mumbo jumbo and hate small talk. But maybe that’s where I’m going with this? I sort of don’t know where I’m going. You see… I don’t know anything about you. I could tell someone your favorite color is blue, I could tell them as of a week ago I now know your middle name is James, that you have 2 pit bulls, you go to a gym in Patchogue, that you and I used to work at Target together. I could maybe tell them a few minor details about you. All the things on the surface, but I couldn’t really say who you are. Did you know I’m an organ donor? Do you know why? It’s not that I don’t want to know you – quite the opposite. I want you to see my bucket list, I wanted you to know my dreams and I wanted to know yours. I want you to look over my tattoos – learn why I got them; to understand the meaning behind them. I’m a writer, a lover of details, I soak in the little things in life. But from what I’ve observed, you like to skip the introduction, the plot. You want to get straight to the point; and that’s totally fine. But for me, life is like climbing a mountain, it’s all about the journey, the whole story, not Sparknotes. I’ve learned it’s not about the destination because once you get there it’s usually not what you expect it to be. And then you’re onto the next one. It’s about the lessons you’ve learned and the people you’ve met along the way. I’m not judging you, we’re all different – you’re not a bad guy – you’re a nice guy – a normal guy. But I won’t put labels on you and tell you who/what you are because it’s not my place to do so. I’m just some girl you met a few months ago. The first time we went out was Saturday January 28th. We hung out approximately 25 times. I might’ve missed a time or two, but I wrote each time we saw each other. Is that weird? I just didn’t want to forget. I like to remember incase my memory fails me which it so often does; it’s very frustrating. I hope I haven’t caused you any pain but I can’t say I don’t think I have. I know I’ll never get girlfriend of the year award, although I do try, and I know you do too. We did have some fun in the beginning, but due to timing and circumstances, we aren’t as happy as we could be. Truthfully, my depression is pretty bad right now. It’s not because of you, nobody can make you feel a certain way. Intimacy and relationships hit a trigger point for me - just being close with someone has the potential to flare up certain memories due to previous traumas and I hope one day it’ll lesson. I take responsibility I’m not available for this relationship; if I’m not as present as I thought I would be. I’m so afraid of getting hurt that I subconsciously make sure I never invest past a certain extent. I think I act like I don’t care so I won’t get hurt if you go away, so I push you away instead. It’s funny how we sabotage ourselves sometimes so that we can confirm our beliefs. Not funny, but ironic rather. And I hope you don’t think this is just all one big excuse. If it was, I wouldn’t be taking days and hours to write it. I mean, you could just rip it all up or burn it. If I do decide to give it to you, do with it what you must, tell me to fuck off, yell, I understand. I’m writing since you know by now I’m bad at expressing my feelings. And we’re all entitled to our feelings. I really do like you Mike, but I can’t keep doing this, we both can’t, not like this. I know you said things will change, but do you really believe that? Or do you just hope they will? I know from personal experience, from my own experience, that it’s not that simple. Just because the weather changes and you get a few extra hours to spend in a week.. Doesn’t put you both in a good place. You’re not a bad person and I hope you don’t think I am either. I don’t want to hurt you anymore and I don’t believe you want to hurt me. But I fear we are doing more harm than good by prolonging this – you think I’m hiding stuff from you and that makes me sad. I wouldn’t go behind your back; I have more integrity than that and I respect you too much to do that. I don’t expect you to give me 100% trust, but you need to give people the benefit of the doubt sometimes. You can’t just take their phone, or look through their shit hoping to find something, because if you’re searching, you’ll make crap up in your mind to confirm it. You don’t think I have trust issues? I know we all have our insecurities and things to work on, but believe me, if you want a satisfying relationship, you can’t let that come between you and someone. It will eat away at you. I’m sorry if this isn’t what you want to hear. The silence between us lately has been deafening. You have been lovely but it would be wrong to keep you around for myself when underneath I’m still lonely. It’s nothing a man can fill, not a void I’m looking for another person to satisfy, but something I need to figure out myself. You have helped me to realize that. When I became involved with you, I thought I was ready to date again; I thought I had moved on from my past but they say you meet people for a reason, a season or a lifetime. I hope you don’t feel used by me. I know our time together might feel cut short. You may be boiling inside [maybe not, I can’t read you sometimes] nevertheless, I’m getting to know myself better each passing year. I hope you can say the same too. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. I’ve learned that I am not ready to date, I am not fully over what happened and it’s not fair to act like everything’s A-OK. My scars aren’t fully healed and I need to love myself 100% before I can begin to let another person into my heart. I thought I was there but I’ve come to accept I’m not. It’s hard for me to let go, but it’s becoming easier. It’s a necessity in life, but still challenging. I can’t fake happiness anymore, I’m working on becoming a more authentic version of me. I think people can tell when you’re not being honest, and that’s a good thing. We could keep trying at this but I think we should both be 100% in, and it wouldn’t be right.. It wouldn’t feel right, at least not to me. So in conclusion as our high school essays would say, there’s been many good times (& food) as well as some not good times, but clearly you need to focus on your job and whatever floats your boat and it would be best for me to focus on keeping my boat afloat as well as physical and mental health. I told you I despise clichés because they sound so fake but sometimes they’re true, so don’t hate me for saying I hope one day we can be friends but in my life right now I can’t make a relationship my top priority. I will stop reading/talking now and give you a chance to process and take all this in. I hope things don’t get awkward but chances are they mostly likely will. The end.

Love or whatever word I don’t know I should use,

Lauren   

[pernanegra]

Thoughts on Whole Cake Island arc and chapter 902

The Whole Cake Island arc is finally coming to an end.

How do I feel about it? Well... I have mixed feelings. I thought the first half was really great, it had almost everything I could hope for: a real sense of danger, interesting villains (especially Pudding tricking everyone), new characters, inner conflicts and dilemmas... everything was leading to a great climax, and since this is One Piece, everyone thought that the fights (and perhaps new powers) were granted - it wasn’t.

Instead, Oda decided to make some choices that I can’t help but feel like he wasted a lot of potential. Starting with the “fake” handcuffs: it seemed like a cheap way to get rid of a problem he created but regreted later. In my opinion, the Strawhats inflitrating the castle, like a heist, could be really interesting and could give us an emotional reunion with Sanji while they open the handcuffs. 

The fake mask Sanji was wearing to hide his wounds was also a missed opportunity to make the Strawhats know about Sanji being a victim of abuse or even his entire past. It could be also an interesting scenario because Nami slapped his face without knowing about it. It seems like the only purpose of the mask was to make Pudding mock his injuries.

We ended up getting a funny heist to save Brook and the emotional reunion with only Sanji and Luffy (which was great), while Sanji communicated later with the rest by mirror shards - which lessed a lot the impact imo - but still was a nice scene. Oda skipped the group reunion immediately to show Capone’s plan. 

Knowing about the plan was really anticlimactic to me. It was clear that it wouldn’t work as intended. The mother Carmel picture seems like just a set up for Elbaf, but back then it felt out of place and a really random condition to make Big Mom go “berserk”.

Which was also really disappointing as the yonkou was played like a fool by Nami, Brook and the others while she was chasing the SHs. The whole point about the cake being necessary to stop Big Mom was proved to be counter-effective. It seemed like she was really close to be defeated by lack of energy and while the cake really distracted her, it restored her strength. All the panels with Sanji and the cooks making the cake feels odd now. Despite Sanji being confirmed to be an extraordinary cook, the reaction the readers were expecting from Big Mom wasn’t really delivered by Oda.

Luffy was the only one that shined through fights, by defeating Cracker and Katakuri, two sweet commanders. It’s expected from the protagonist, but him being the only one, while the rest of the crew worked mostly as distractions and fought or clashed lesser opponents, was really bad to me. But it wasn’t only the good guys, Smoothie especially didn’t do anything relevant as a villain. The Germa also had few panels to show something, but at least they had some cool moments.

That said, let’s talk about Pudding, the most controversial character of this arc. She started as a sweet girl who seemed to be a perfect match for Sanji. Since she was supposed to be his bride, it made sense to make her exactly like that. It’s fair to create a certain narrative tension by making the readers wonder if Sanji would really tie the knot or not. If Pudding was immediately despicable, there wouldn’t be any tension, Oda wouldn’t pair one of the main characters with someone bad.

Then, the plot twist happened with Pudding being a great actress and a savage, by shooting Reiju and mocking Sanji in one of his most hopeless moments. She was supposed to be his “ray of hope”, which made her betrayal even more cruel but still epic from a narrative standpoint. It felt like a great and a progressive decision from Oda back then. There were several lessons we could take from that chapter, but one that I think it would be great is that appearances can be deceiving, and that not all girls are innocent. That could be really an interesting point for Sanji’s character as he tends to idolizes women and receives a lot of criticism in the fandom for that.

It happens that Oda didn’t want that, he basically rewrote Pudding’s character (adding the infatuation caused by a ludicrous compliment about her third eye) and last chapter seems some sort of a retcon of her actions, by making all her cruel deeds somewhat justified by the way she was raised. She ended up being another victim and a less interest character to me, despite all the depth. It seemed like Oda regreted making her evil or he wasn’t sure what to do with her character (actually the second half of the arc looked like he didn’t know the direction he wanted). Certainly, most if not all villains have a sad past that explains how they became the person they are. Doflamingo and Arlong are great examples of that. Pudding, however, was redeemed and it’s really likely that we are seeing her again and this time, it has great chances that she will be a damsel in distress by the vibes of this chapter, if she is not escaping.

Regarding her romantic feelings, we had the goodbye kiss, like it was expected, and it came from Pudding (she “stole” it), she is the one really sad about parting ways. Sanji was ready to say goodbye and didn't think twice about her. This doesn’t look like someone who is parting ways with someone he loves:

Sanji finds Pudding attractive and he is grateful for everything she did, but it’s just that. To me, their relationship looked really one sided, even knowing that Sanji was with heart eyes after the kiss, but that's the usual Sanji and I can see him reacting like that if Kalifa or Viola kissed him. He is still a perv. xD I think Pudding knows that Sanji won't return her feelings:

Since she was an important character and the bride of this wedding themed arc, I think Oda decided to gave her a proper farewell. But it wasn’t only her. This chapter also showed Katakuri. I think Oda was making a parallel with the people Luffy and Sanji “converted” from the enemy side. Pudding is obvious, but we also get to see Katakuri smiling after knowing that Luffy escaped. Other parallel is Jinbei and Germa staying behind to defend the Strawhats. They are also doing this because of Luffy and Sanji, respectively. This arc was heavily about Sanji and Luffy. So, more than just a Sanji and Pudding moment, I think the intention behind this chapter is to show the human side of Pudding and Katakuri and how Sanji and Luffy affected them. They are both characters that had childhood problems, with the SHs accepting them the way they are, unlike many of the citizens of WCI.

Back to Pudding, it seems to me like this is the end of a romance that wasn't really meant to be, given the circunstamces of an arranged marriage. There is, of course, still the possibility of them meeting again in the future and I admit that the ship has more depth now and Pudding's feelings are genuine. It’s fair to say it’s a stronger ship now, but at the same time it feels to me like it’s destined to be tragic rather than canon. I just think that it's really difficult to imagine why Sanji discovering about this kiss would change anything from his side or how he would end up discovering it to begin with, as I don't think Pudding has the intention to reveal it:

Sanji still remembers everything except the kiss, and it doesn’t seem like Pudding really impacted him that much as we didn’t see Sanji thinking about her. I think the kiss will remain as Pudding's own memento of her bittersweet end - it was a last wish after all. Hopefully she will find someone like she hinted when they first met her at the café.

That said, I certainly don't blame people shipping them now because the angst was real from Pudding's side and people might want her to be happy with the guy she loves. It's unfortunate that Oda is really giving moments to ships, including SaNa, knowing that some of them won't happen in the end (perhaps none of them will happen). I really don't like this kind of bait and all sides can feel legit betrayed in the end after all the "tease".

It’s up to Oda, like always. But I’m glad that Sanji is back with the crew and that we are moving on from this arc. There are still many years to come from One Piece and we can take a lesson from this arc: a chapter can change everything, so until the end, there is hope for everyone. ^^

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Try Harder novel is a Romance story about Alena and Reed.

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Blurb: Alena Reed is a hopeless romantic. And when she falls for someone, she falls hard. Too bad she’d set her eyes on Christan Taylor. He’s twelve years her senior and a very successful businessman. She realized they have business ties but they weren’t acquainted. That is, until her sister got married. The first time she’d seen him, she was moved by his story. But of course, she knew that wasn’t the whole of it. He’d been married before and has two children. His wife was killed years ago. Does she pity the man? No. But in her eyes, he’s extremely attractive and in need of affection. Love. Despite her father’s disagreement, she still chased after him. He rebuffed her many times, but she promised to try harder. Whatever it takes.

Try Harder novel Chapter 1

Alena doesn’t know why she has to come with the rest of her family to this meeting. The sister of her brother-in-law has returned and asked to meet everyone in the family. She’d been gone for quite a long time; her family knew since Alexander told them. Her sister, Alexis, has been married to him for a couple of years now.

Still… why must she come here with them? They don’t even know the woman, even if she’s technically an in-law. More and more people came to the exclusive suite. Most faces are familiar to him. And then, he came.

Her eyes were suddenly glued to the man and she isn’t even being discreet about it. She openly stared at him. He didn’t seem to notice. Her older sister, Alice, did.

She saw her rolling her eyes at her and told her to behave in a whisper. She merely smiled before looking at the man again. He’s definitely her type, appearance-wise. Also, she does prefer someone older when it comes to her relationships. She knew he’s older than her. By how much? She can’t be sure yet. She’s guessing it could be more than five years. Wait, that’s not right. Alexander is six or seven years older than her sister and he looks younger than the eye candy. Her man looks more mature but still very handsome. Yes, she’s one of those women who gets attracted based on physical traits first. The personality and all the rest can follow after that.

Given how he’s here, she’s guessing he’s just as successful as everyone in the room. Should she go over and make small talk with him? He seems like a loner. She’d seen Charles Cross approach him and they seemed to converse for a few minutes. She couldn’t hear what they spoke about, though. It’s as if the single couch was made for him. Her parents were busy speaking with Allen and Axel, Alexander’s brothers. The wives are chatting together as well.

When the awaited person showed up, it seemed like an emotional reunion. The men, her brothers, were crying. She would’ve found it funny except she knew how much they missed her. And she’d heard so much about her. She’s a great person.

Everyone has questions, and she answered them one by one. Finally, the man spoke and the contents were quite… dark. From the conversation, she could surmise that someone died. Or was killed, actually. Lee said they managed to capture the culprits or something, then she gave him a hug. She was instantly jealous. Oh, how she wished those arms were around her instead.

Oh, dear. She knew what her reaction meant. She has feelings for the guy. Well, it isn’t the first time she fell in love at first sight. She’s smitten. Her imagination already run wild and playing a scene of their wedding day.

Alice pinched Alena’s arm when she seemed to be daydreaming again. Given all these people around them, it’s not appropriate to tease her, so she’ll wait until they’re back home. She can tell from her expression alone that her sister is infatuated.

At least, before that day ended, she finally learned what his name is. Christan Taylor. Lee’s brother-in-law. Her lip twitched. In-law of her in-laws. But they aren’t exactly related. It’s merely associations through marriage of their relatives. Whatever.

As soon as they left and she was seated in their family car, she entered his name on the search bar. Alice who was next to her inched closer. She also has her phone out. She would like to know who that man is and tease Alena about it.

He’s a billionaire and owns a liquor business. He’s involved in the sale and distribution of various liquor brands, here and abroad.

“Forty years old this year, Alena. That makes him what? Twelve years older than you.” Alice teased her.

“He’d been married, though.”

She rolled her eyes at that comment. “Didn’t we hear just earlier that his wife was killed? Did he remarry? Is he currently married?”

They both searched for the information. What they got is that he’s got two children at home. They’re almost teenagers now, she surmised from the given birth years.

There’s no information about his current civil status. Is he still a widower?

They can’t find any article about him dating or marrying someone else. Heck, they can’t even find the article about his first marriage.

“Huh, I guess we can just ask Alex if he knows something.”

“Do you think they’re close? They didn’t seem close.” Alena noted. Well, she’d been observing him too much earlier.

“Well, they might not be close, but he could still know some things about him, no?”

Alice quickly sent a message to Alex. It was short.

Is Christan Taylor currently married? Or is he single and available?

This is how Alex mistakenly thought that it was Alice who’s interested in him.

He has no reason to dissuade her, though, so he answered honestly.

He didn’t remarry if that’s what you meant. Single, sure. Available? I can’t be sure.

Alice showed Alena his reply and they both giggled. Their parents don’t know what they’re on about. They’re busy with their own conversation, but those giggles got their attention.

With how strict their father is, they’ve learned to date behind his back. They would get into relationships without telling him, because then, he would demand to see the guy and interview him with the rest of the family. It’s mortifying. Alex went through it and he managed to get their dad’s approval. Well, he’s a good guy. Back then, family was a sensitive topic to him and they even made him cry. It was one memorable past.

That night, she asked Alice to pester Alex for Christan’s phone number. Her sister relented but Alex didn’t give it to her. She tried a few more times, but the man has integrity. Or does he? Is it possible he doesn’t have Christan’s number?

She told Alena the results of her efforts and left her to it. She would have to find a way to get his number on her own. And ways to get his attention. A message or a phone call won’t cut it.

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Dad-Bods and 6-Packs: The 14 Dreamiest Dads of Horror

Father’s Day is a day to let Dad know we care about him just as much as he cares about us. It is on this day that we celebrate the men who have been there to teach us, those that have guided us, protected us, and … made us swoon.

I know you’re thinking this is wrong, wrong, wrong and anyone who keeps tabs on the hot dads of others must have some sort of ‘daddy-issue’ of her own, but I can assure you I do not and this is all sorts of right if you can recognize a good looking man when you see one.

This is a list of  dad crushes and appreciated fathers of a very specific focus, leaving out the neighbors’ husbands and my friends’ dads (much to their relief). What we’re looking at here are the dads and father figures of the horror genre, an archetype that has since evolved by way of appearance and family involvement. Modern generations have appropriated the term ‘daddy’, once used to solely label our own fathers while we were children, to now refer to other attractive, older, men of all kinds including those with fit, rock hard abs to the worship of the ‘dad-bod’ in all its glory. We might as well enjoy the gratuity these casting directors have thrown at us and let our insides fill with butterflies before the gore and jump scares become a distraction.

Let’s take a taboo look at the dreamiest  daddies of horror, in every sense of the term you’d like to apply:

  Jesse Hellman in The Devil’s Candy

What line do I need to get in to meet a man that has great taste in music, has mad artistic skills, and has a super ripped body? While watching The Devil’s Candy, I kept thinking about how good of a dad Ethan Embry’s Jesse Hellman is to his daughter as he encourages her to be a confident individual, and how much I wanted to join their family. It’s clear to anyone with eyes that Ethan Embry has gone from playing the hopeless, hapless, friendzone inhabitant to the role of a bad-ass, hard core, head-banging king. His portrayal of Jesse Hellman has redefined the typical ‘dad’ image, bringing on a new wave of ‘cool dads’ to the horror genre. So metal. So devilishly hot.

The Devil’s Candy? More like The Eye Candy, am I right?

(Thanks, Keith!)

  Leo Barnes in The Purge Anarchy

I know how the typical saying goes, but in my experience I believe revenge is a dish best served piping hot and I consider Frank Grillo’s Sergeant Leo Barnes to raise mercury when it comes to that. The vengeful father is hellbent on taking full opportunity of murdering the man responsible for his young son’s death the night of the annual Purge, but he also has a tender heart for the innocent and helps them live through the night no matter the cost. Under that black trench coat, armored car, and dark smouldering look, Leo is a protective softie at heart. Major daddy vibes!

Leo, well, Grillo, gets bonus points for having great hair too.

  Michael Hamilton in The Cloverfield Paradox

Quite possibly the only one on this list that makes all of the right decisions while also being the most compassionate is Michael Hamilton (Roger Davies), husband to engineer Ava Hamilton. Ava leaves her husband back on Earth to board the orbiting Cloverfield Station  in hopes of saving the planet from a debilitating energy crisis. Aside from allowing her to go without so much as a plea, he is a real man who supports his wife’s intelligence, decisions, and abilities. Michael is the man running into the terrible unknown attack to offer his professional assistance when a more immediate crisis occurs. We learn that crisis is New York City being deconstructed by one of our favorite movie monsters, Clover. His care for a stranded little girl and sincere love for his wife stuck in space is a recipe for not only a good former dad, but also for a good man.

Plus… look at those biceps and appled cheek bones! I don’t know which I want to grab first. The Cloverfield Paradox lacked in a lot of areas, mostly in Michael Hamilton screen time.

  George Lutz in The Amityville Horror (2005)

Whether you’re attracted to men or not, I think everyone can back me up when I say Ryan Reynolds as George Lutz in the 2005 remake of The Amityville Horror is one of the hottest dads in cinema. That body of his would have me burning through firewood in hopes he’d go outside to chop some more so often that the ghosts would flee on their own from smoke inhalation quicker than the Lutz’s did. Who needs a priest?

Why the kids have such negative feelings about him becoming their stepdad is beyond me. I’d be willing, eagerly, to take up residency with George at the Amityville house, oozing walls and all.

  Lee Abbott in A Quiet Place

Anyone into the strong, silent type? If existing with John Krasinski’s Lee Abbott means a vow of silence, then consider me forever on ‘mute’. I think what makes Lee so appealing to viewers of this year’s breakout films, A Quiet Place, is the familiarity and comfort most of us have with him as loveable Jim of The Office, but Krasinski has since matured in both his career and his look. Lee is intelligent, bold, and, like Jim, a bit of a romantic. Silent swoon!

Say goodbye to the days of Krasinski playing the cute, sweet, funny co-worker and hello to the crafty, well-built, and handsomely bearded leading man we’d gladly sit tight in silence through the apocalypse for. Monopoly, anyone?

  Will in The Invitation

Speaking of quiet types, Logan Marshall-Green as the paranoid dinner guest Will in Karen Kusama’s The Invitation is one smoking brooder. Green has recently made a bit of a name for himself in the horror community with starring roles in M. Night Shyamalan’s thriller Devil and Leigh Whannell’s super charged Upgrade, but it’s this particular serious role of a grieving father suspicious of his ex-wife’s dinner party motives that has really drawn our attention. His tortured performance full of sizzling glances and lingering stares is intriguing and, despite the emotional pain he’s feeling over the loss of his son, is unfortunately quite sexy. Who wouldn’t want to haveWill sulking in their lap while running fingers through those long locks?

There is no mystery behind it, Will is the white hot flame of this slow burn.

  John Form in Annabelle

Have you ever met a man so smart, yet his common sense skills are a little… off? Dr. John Form is one of those guys. He is a clean cut, all American, Boy Scout of a man who is focused on achieving his goals and being enclosed within a white picket fence with his wife and growing family.

If you dig pleated pants, sweater vests, and having a hot dinner ready on the table for your husband when he arrives home from work (despite an obvious household haunting) then John is the ideal daddy. His pearly white smile and perfectly parted hair makes it a little easier to forgive him for ignorantly gifting his pregnant wife with a deadly, obviously creepy, conduit doll in Annabelle. It’s the thought that counts so we’ll gladly accept the sweet stupid sting from this handsome WASP.

  Johnathan Shannon in Wish Upon

Theres a clever saying people use down here in the south that applies well to Ryan Phillippe’s character Johnathan Shannon, in Wish Upon. It is used most commonly when someone wants to “politely” pity you without sounding mean: Bless is heart.

The role is not exactly ground-breaking front neither is the film, but it is Ryan Phillippe so naturally some part of you is going to react to his level of bad boy charm.

Normally, a man that can be found rummaging through the town’s trash cans as an all-day hobby is not truly an appealing quality I seek out in a man, but I’d be willing to make an exception here.

Imagine if he was your dad, or better yet, imagine if he was your friend’s dad? I knew exactly how Barb (Shannon Pursor who plays Phillippe’s daughter’s friend, but she will always be Barb) felt when she stared at him, mouth agape, while he pumped out some sizzling tunes from his saxophone. Oh yeah, did I mention he is a jazz musician? It’s not necessary for him to utter any of the poorly written lines for us to appreciate him for exactly what he is: a hot, dumpster diving, saxophone playing, widowed hoarder.

Yeah… I’d still go for him.

  Tom Witzky in Stir of Echoes

Kevin Bacon’s Tom Witzky is the hot, young dad on the block in Stir of Echoes. Though him and his wife have been forced from the party scene to settle in the more suburban part of town to raise their son, Tom still knows how to have a good time. He too is a modern, sexy rocker dad who appreciates a snug t-shirt and a good vinyl. I’d be okay with him destroying the backyard in search of a random dead girl’s body if it meant he’d do it shirtless each time.

I don’t want to objectify Bacon too much as he is a pretty talented actor, he’s just never really been my cup of tea aside from this film. Tom Witzky and his 90’s post-grunge demeanor must have me hypnotized…

  Seok-Woo in Train to Busan

Does anyone love a professionally dressed man in a tailored suit covered in sweat and blood as much as I do?

Workaholic Seok-Woo in Yeon-Sang ho’s epic South Korean zombie thriller Train to Busan might start off as an absent minded, selfish man trapped in the middle of a horrendous undead outbreak with his young daughter, but it’s his protective and ultimately selfless decisions that redeem him as a character and as a father. He is an extremely good looking and confident man that just needed a reality check. Being aware of the errors of his ways only makes him that much more attractive. If I was going to be trapped on a train I wouldn’t mind the uncomfortable claustrophobia nor the impending doom-by-zombies-masses if it meant he’d be close to me!

Sacrifice is always hot and always gets a guy extra points in this genre.

  Dr. Steven Murphy in The Killing Of a Sacred Deer

I briefly hesitated a little when adding Colin Farrell’s odd character from the divisive The Killing of A Sacred Deer mostly because of two reasons: 1. Out of all the dads on this list and in general, he’s pretty much the worst as far as decision making and being selfish and 2. His intimacy predelicition towards getting off on his wife acting like a corpse was decidedly a huge turn-off to me… or was it?

Thanks to some sage reasoning from a trusted fellow Contributor (Thanks, Tyler!), Dr. Steven Murphy made this list by the scrape of a scalpel. His intimacy kinks are not to be judged as he is, on the outside, hot all over. You know what they say about what goes on behind closed doors.

The thick handsome beard, hairy chest, kind eyes, the accent, and the fact that all of those are attached to Collin Farrell was enough to win me over (combined with a palette cleansing viewing of Sophia’s Coppola’s The Beguiled).

As much as I hate to admit, this cardiovascular surgeon did indeed get my heart pumping whether he liked that or not.

  Jim Hopper in Stranger Things

While Chief Jim Hopper is adult mourning the loss of his daughter at the start of Stranger Things, he is a reborn daddy the minute he takes in Eleven come the second season. Their relationship is absolutely adorable and pulls on our heartstrings in the best of ways.

But that’s not why Jim makes this list.

David Harbour, specifically as Hopper, has one of the best dad-bods in horror and science-fiction alike. I like 6-pack abs just as much as the next girl, but hugging up on a dad-bod like his is my heart’s truest desire. Hopper is a good looking testament to attractive beer guts everywhere and proves that dad-bod is THE real deal.

Average is sexy, so is a uniform. We totally dig it, guys.

  Adam Maitland in Beetlejuice

Though considerably a stretch, this suggested from another fellow Contributor (Thanks, Jessica!) couldn’t go unnoticed. Adam Maitland is not a father in Beetlejuice, but rather he acts like a dad to our favorite outsider, Lydia, and is certainly more of a father figure to her than her own. Adam’s willingness to step up to the plate when so many real fathers bow out, gives him enough dad credit to be considered for the list.

What really qualifies Alec Baldwin’s early role is that Adam is living and breathing (sort of) Dad-style incarnate. The khakis, the glasses, the belt, the plaid, the modeling hobby. Adam is all dad from the inside out without actually being one and for some, I’m assuming, psychologically explainable reason we find him to be completely crush-worthy, ironically hitting us right in our amorous feelings.

Adam is the one dad on this list we can safely fantasize about only because he is not a dad by law nor by biology.

He can haunt my house anytime.

  Lucifer in Rosemary’s Baby

As one of our brilliant Nightmare on Film Street hosts pointed out, I really can’t complete this list without including the biggest, baddest, and most physically hottest dad in all of horror and cinema, the devil himself (Thanks, Kim!).

He’s actually fiery and steamy, being the King of Hell and all, and is, biologically, father to the otherworldly offspring he’s forced upon poor Rosemary in Roman Polanski’s Rosemary’s Baby. He may not be a pleasant looker, unless your into horns, hoofs, and a tail, but I’m gonna label him the ‘wild card’ of this list because all groups need one. Looks are subjective, so the criteria for being a ‘hot dad’ of horror is not necessarily reliant on outer appearance alone.

Lucifer is the hottest, literally.

  There you have it, a sizzling handful of dreamy dads to make your Father’s Day either super uncomfortable or a lot more enjoyable. Horror is getting hotter and hotter every day and the cast lists for the roles of daddies, I mean, fathers is setting off smoke alarms in all directions. If we have to face flesh-eating zombies, tormenting demons, blood hungry murderers, invading creatures, and the inevitable end of the world why not sit back, embrace the modern times, and enjoy the view?

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there! You’re all automatic additions to this list for being horror fans to begin with.

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