#but them saying the speech together as a pep talk DID almost make me cry
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archies-litterbox · 3 years ago
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You know how Jim was like I don’t know what to do and powerless in ROTT and I just feel like that’s what happened to the writers? Like they really didn’t know how end this series. They tried to give some answers but with so many details missing, it feels wrong. Just based on the story, I feel like I am just looking into how the writers were working on this story. They are all just coming up with some ideas but didn’t know how to put it together to make sense of it.
YES. It felt... kinda hodge-podged? There was a lot that could have been done better. Alot of it felt rushed and disorganized.
And the ending... if it was leading into a new series, it would have been one thing (which um... idk if I'd like that 😬), but as The End Of The Franchise... bad.
I actually said in another post that I think an "open ending" with the time travel would have worked if they ended it like season one of The Umbrella Academy, where it cut off right as the siblings went back in time, and the audience had no clue where they ended up. There's more potential to leave fans hopeful than confused at everything from the show being erased.
And... we're not even unpacking the mpreg, anon. We're not doing that. Bad.
And SO many people felt out of character. Like... I'm sorry, but am I supposed to think that Jim, knowing how much fucking trauma he went through as the trollhunter, would cause so much as the potential to have that happen to Toby? No no no, that's not my son!
And I'm sorry but... Douxie - who we watched in Wizards hold the dead body of his father figure so hard that when it turned to dust, he lurched forward and his arms curled in - not even falling to his knees when Nari died, and just going "I hope he's happy :(" when he found out Archie was separated from him forever? Without actually getting to be told goodbye from him himself? 🤨
Like... it just felt off.
(That said, MAJOR props to Colin for the voice work in that scene. The way he screamed Nari's name broke my HEART.)
And Strickler's death, I could have mourned and accepted as the end of his arc, going from being selfish and evil to giving his life for good... but Nomura's was done just to make audience's gasp and show how deep in the trance Nari was and I'm pissed.
But like... it didn't happen. And that's one of the worst parts, I think. We as the audience don't even get proper time and space to grieve the deaths because we're shown that they're alive right at the end, at the cost of every bit of the character development we've watched them go through.
Like... I think it might have been better, if they were going to go the route of so many of the characters sacrificing their lives or otherwise dying, if the movie instead ended with the surviving characters making memorials and grieving their losses while appreciating the good their fallen family and friends did in the world - how much they did to save the world - and they could have had the "Don't think, become." speech said as they sent off their departed friends.
(And ending the movie - and the franchise - with a message about grief and moving forward from losing someone while continuing to honor and appreciate the amazing things they did in their lives would have been especially profound considering the real life context that, if I remember correctly, Tales of Arcadia was one of Anton Yelchin's final projects.)
Anyway... yeah, anon. This movie gave me alot of thoughts, and not in a good way.
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whitexwingedxdoves · 4 years ago
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Scream     part 4
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Scream. Part Four: Help Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Warning: Swearing, fighting, little fluffy. Summary: Scream pleas with Venom to help her, when he refuses you strike a deal with her. A/N:  Gets a little heated in this one. I’m not sure how many more parts there will be but im excited with what I have planned for this. I barley had time to proof read this one so, sorry if theres any mistakes; Ive been editing my podcast at the same time ha. If you want to be tagged, just ask <3 Master list of chapters
When you finally woke up, you found yourself in what you could only presume was a cell. Though it wasn’t bars and a metal bed, no. It looked comfortable and the walls almost seemed invisible if it wasn’t for the blue hue. What the hell happened.
You stopped panicking long enough to notice Bucky was sat in a chair just outside your cell. You allowed your eyes pan over him for a moment. His body seemed calm but the look on his face screamed worry. “You’re awake” he words were soft and despite your current situation, they made a part of you melt like butter. He pushed himself off the chair taking a few steps closer to your cell. “what-what happened?” you stumbled over your words as they seemed to crack in your throat. You listened to every word that spilt from his lips, explaining how Venom knocked you out, that Venom’s host was called Eddie Brock and despite them both being arseholes, Eddie seemed much more rational. He ended his little speech claiming that they had come up with an agreement, You were to stay with the Avengers, try to control the Symbiote or completely get rid but Tony argued his point of how it had to be your choice and despite Venom’s obvious opposition, Eddie managed to get him on board. You sat with the information you were given for a moment, allowing it to sink in. You clearly had a big choice to make. I want to talk to him.  It sounded like she was crying and instantly broke your heart. “She want’s to talk to him! I want to talk to him” your words seemed a little too stern but you stood your ground. Bucky nodded before leaving the room without another word.
You were only alone for a couple of seconds until a large framed man walked through the sliding doors. You watched the way he carried himself and already you could tell that Bucky was telling the truth, he was an arsehole. He stopped in front of you cell, a smirk etched onto his face which caused your eyes to roll. “She wants to talk to Venom” you demanded, in which he cockily shrugged and instantly morphed into the large Symbiote, it didn’t take long until Scream made her appearance. She was silent for a moment, you could feel your eyes welling up at the emotion she held. “You have to help me” though she stood confidently, her words showed weakness, even more so when he laughed at her. “You have to help me!” she repeated, her words louder now, causing Venom to growl slightly at her. “Help you? Look at you, no amount of help would stop you from being so pathetic” he spat at her, you could feel the anger bubble through your blood as his words cut through you. “You can’t just leave me here like this. We’re suppose to be family!” anyone with ears could hear the pain in her words. “You have to help me understand” she pleaded but you couldn’t take it anymore.
For the first time since she bonded with you, you took control. Forcing yourself to appear, your eyes filled with tears as you looked up at Venom. “Let me talk to Eddie!” you spat at him, your face showing nothing but disgust at the actions of the Klyntar. He laughed before his form shifted back to Eddie. “Can’t you talk to him” you so hoped that he would agree, that he would be the middle man, Scream needed so bad but alas, he just shook his head, a small laugh left his lips. “Look, it’s not my problem, I’ve got better things to do. I can’t babysit yet another Symbiote” he shrugged. Your eyes narrowed at the man as he turned on his heels to leave the room. “You’re both cowards.” You whispered, as he waved you off.
You sat back slight on the bed that was provided in the cell, trying to figure out what to do. You thoughts rushing from one scenario to another. One thing was for sure, you weren’t going to let them pull her from you. We can do this together. Despite her silence, you felt her gratitude towards you. If you can promise me, you wont try and kill everyone. I’ll help you, I’ll help you figure it all out! She promised and with that you called to Friday and asked to see Tony.
-
When you told Tony your plan of helping Scream, he was a little unsure but soon came around. You got him to agree to let the part he extracted from you, back into your body so that she could fully bond with you. Once you rested after you felt the rest of Scream find its place in you, you headed towards the gym. You saw Peter go in there not long ago and you figured he would probably be the best bet to help you with these new powers. With each step you could feel Scream getting stronger, it scared you a little, considering how much of a loose cannon she had been but you chose to trust your instinct.
Pushing the door open to the gym, you looked around to spot Peter, sitting on the edge of a boxing ring swinging his legs, listening to Happy drone on about the importance of understanding his strength. The bored expression on the teens face wasn’t lost on you causing you to giggle a little. Both their head snapping towards you before you started taking steps towards them. “Sorry to interrupt the pep talk” you giggled finally reaching them, you hand settled on Happy’s shoulder for a second. “You mind if I steal the kid for a moment?” you questioned he seemed reluctant at first but nodded, realising himself from your touch and throwing a look Peter’s way as if to say their conversation was yet but over.
You waited until the man left the room before turning to boy. Giving him a small smile before propping yourself next to him. “How you feeling?” he questioned, his voice a little shaky. You almost forgot how terrified he looked at you after he first met you. You nodded slowly pressing your lips into a thin line. “Actually, I feel great!” you admitted, placing your palms on your thighs. “I actually came here to ask you a favour!” you’re face scrunched up a little as you awaited his response. “Yeah- yeah sure. What is it?” you allowed a small smile to grace your face as he stumbled over his words. Assuming the boy had been fully informed of the decision you made, you sighed a little. “Well, considering you and Scream seem to share the same sort of... powers, I was hoping you could help me- help her figure them out” your words were slightly unsure of asking him to do such a thing. He took a moment, figuring out his decision before finally nodding, a little too aggressively.
-
You had probably been in the gym with the boy for hours at this point, constantly morphing in and out of your natural form as Peter taught you how to use your powers, the ones he shared with you anyway, despite being completely taken back by the webs that shot from her skin compared to the device he wore to make it happen. You on the other hand experienced scaling the celling for the first time, you couldn’t deny the fear that spread through your entire body, despite not having any control over it. Finally you had completely exhausted yourself but the boy barley broke a sweat, your head snapped at the sound of the door swinging open. Now standing in place of the door was Bucky, laughing slightly at how the two of you contrasted each other. You looked up at him like a saving grace for a moment, thankful to be done with this training experience. You noticed he was holding something in his hand but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.
“I think i’ve taken up too much of your time, Kid!” your words were breathless as you peeled yourself off the canvas you once sat on and patted him on the shoulder. Making your way over to the taller man, with a grateful smile on your face. He greeted you with a sly laugh, slightly mocking the way you obviously couldn’t match Peter’s stamina. Without a word, he held up a DVD case and displayed it on his chest. You’re eyes glossed over it for a moment before returning to his gaze with a rather large smile. “Fight Club?!” mixing you confusion with excitement as he escorted you out of the room. “Yeah, figure you’ve had a long day and you seemed almost offended knowing I haven’t seen it yet” a light chuckle left his lips as you both made your way towards your rooms. You didn’t say much of anything else before you reached your room, you told him you just needed to shower and signalled to the beads of sweat rolling across your body, he nodded and made his way to his room leaving you to do just that.
After you felt sufficiently clean and swapped your clothes for some that laid spare in one of the dressers, you made your way to Bucky’s room, lightly brushing your knuckles over the door. It took a couple of seconds before he answered with that forced smile of his. Though you knew it was genuine you couldn’t help but wonder if after all this time he’d simply forgotten how to smile. He lead you towards the bed before handing you a beer. You took in the sight of his dark room for a second before pressing the bottle on your lips, allowing the cold liquid run down your throat. You watched him fumble around with the DVD case attempting to figure out how his TV even worked. You didn’t offer any help, it was far too entertaining to get involved.
Finally he conquered the TV and sat back on his bed, holding onto the remote. He patted the mattress beside him, signalling you to climb on and you did just that. You allowed your body to curl up as you rested your back on the headrest of the bed, slightly turned in Bucky’s direction, resting the cold bottle on your thigh. When he noticed you had gotten comfortable, he pressed play and relaxed himself. You couldn’t help yourself looking at him every time something good was about to happen, needing to take in his reaction and never being disappointed. Every so often, he’d catch your gaze but instead of commenting on it, he’d ask about the plot line or one of the actor’s. You where taken back a little as he reacted the same way you did when Brad Pitt appeared on screen with nothing on but washing up gloves but it only made you laugh.
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With your beer’s finished and the room now filled with the sound of Where is my mind by the pixies, you allowed yourself to stretch out a little. “So...” you pestered the older man, nudging him slightly with your knee. He just nodded in response, looking up at you. “Good, hu?” you giggled slightly placing the empty bottle on his night stand. You listened to the song for a moment, unintentionally singing along as you seemed distracted. You snapped back to reality as you felt eyes on you, looking up at Bucky, you couldn’t help but note how incredibly handsome he was in this moment. The way his eyes seemed to soak you up, the smile that got a little more natural every time he allowed one to pass. “Thank you” you whispered softly, slightly taken back by the way he looked at you. You’re eyes now filled with admiration for the man, you admired how he took the time out of his own busy day to make yours a little easier. He just shook his head at your words, his eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. The air suddenly feeling far to thick for your lungs as he got closer and closer to your face. The heat radiated off your cheeks as you felt his breath blow on you hair gently, each strand slightly tickling your face. Before you could even register what was happening, you felt his lips on yours. You didn’t react at first, taken back by the sudden gesture but as soon as you managed to wrap your head around it, you leaned into his lips kissing him back a little more hungrily than it started. You felt his arm wrap around your waist pushing you on your back gently as he hovered over you. Your hands explored his hair, grasping at it a little as he laid you down so delicately. Your breathing became short and restless as his hands explored the rest of your body, tickling slightly as he allowed his finger tips to tease the hem of your shirt. Oh, that’s hot!
Startled by the voice in your head, you pulled away from a moment only to receive a confused look from Bucky, attempting to ignore it, you pulled him back to your lips, easily falling back into his grasp. I wonder what he does with the metal arm. You groaned slightly at the voice in your head, praying and begging she would just leave, let you have your moment. Of course she didn’t, every so often she would say something to pull you from the moment until you had, had enough. Finally you pushed away from Bucky completely. “Go away!” you shouted, your hands resting on your temples. Bucky seemed a little taken back by your sudden out burst, sitting up right on the bed. “I thought you wanted to –“ he started before you turned your attention to him, a defeated look on your face. “No, I do – I really do but” now turning away from him, you could feel your face getting slightly flushed. “She keeps talking to me” you admitted only to be met with his laugh. You felt the weight of the mattress shift as he made his way closer to you, you felt the strap of your shirt fall onto your forearm before the sensation of the cold kisses he planted in it place, slowly making his way to your ear. “I know how we can shut her up”
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artificialqueens · 4 years ago
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The Birthday Party (Diamond Chaney) - Ortega
fic summary: Ellie spends the night of her birthday crying over a girl that doesn’t like her back. Lawrence will consider the evening a success if she can comfort her without her own heart shattering in the process.
a/n: this one goes out to the anon on my blog that asked me “after rereading freshers au about 3 million times I must ask… are we getting a chapter about Ellie’s 18th birthday party? I’m just thinking about the unrequited crushing/diamond Chaney potential”. apparently i am unable to say no to any anon that comes to me asking for more diamond chaney content, nor am i able to name any of these fics after anything other than 1975 song titles. hope u all enjoy!
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It’s an image that could hang in the Louvre but it’s one that breaks her heart.
Ellie is sitting on a red brick wall with her legs dangling off it, pale and bare except from a couple of bruises where she’s banged them off the flat’s furniture. The grass on the raised ground behind her is wet and cold, shining under the streetlamps in the damp of that hazy timezone between midnight and morning. She’s right in the middle of the yellow spotlight from above, and Lawrence thinks it’s weird how a colour that’s the same as the sun can all at once seem so cold. The mist, though light, hangs suffocating and stagnant in the air. It casts its moisture over the cars parked on the road opposite, and there’s an urge Lawrence has to push down to draw a little heart on a car bonnet, then zig-zag a line down the middle to break it.
Lawrence thinks she looks like some sort of Disney Channel character come to life; pink and white checked gingham skirt, white, long-sleeved crop top. The pink Filas with the hearts that she’d spent way too much of her student loan on and the matching pink bow that sits squint in her curly, rain-frizzy hair. There’s a crumpled, sad ball of a tissue clutched tight in her white-knuckled hands, and her pink acrylics are outlined with black smudges. Her head hangs towards her lap and as she tilts it to the sky Lawrence can see her face; her makeup, still completely perfect, but with two long, unbroken tear tracks of black mascara and eyeliner that stream down her cheeks like some sort of poison.
Lawrence feels like crying herself, almost had done when Ellie had broken down to them all in the club toilets. When she’d sobbed and her chest had risen and fallen so rapidly, illustrating the pieces of her heart that were shattering inside her ribcage as if Tia was blowing them up with dynamite. When A’whora had shushed her comfortingly and rubbed her back and Bimini had fed her tissue after tissue from the loo roll dispenser. When Ellie had whispered with all the hope and life gone out of her voice,
“I like her so much, and she doesn’t even know, and she’ll never see me like that.”
And Lawrence couldn’t say a word because she couldn’t trust herself to. Because she didn’t even know what to say. Really what could she say when Ellie had said it all already?  
She recalls the way the bass from the songs that were playing out in the main room of the club had seemed so much like a sinister heartbeat; the soundtrack to the dread that Lawrence was feeling, that feeling of something slipping away.
Well, not something. Ellie.
Tayce hadn’t had much time for the whole situation. Lawrence knew she cared, of course, it would be harsh to say she didn’t, but she had been drunk and not particularly tactful. She’d hoisted Ellie to her feet, smudged away her tears from beneath her lashes with her thumbs and cupped her face as she gave a speech about how Ellie didn’t need anyone to make her feel happy, and how if Tia wasn’t going to notice her then there were a million other girls and guys out there that would, and how Ellie couldn’t let anyone spoil her night and Tayce wasn’t going to let that happen either. The song’s transition into Be Faithful had prompted Tayce to take charge, gripping Ellie’s hand and leading them all out of the toilets and onto the dancefloor with a battle cry about how this was her song, and how there was no way in hell she was missing the opportunity to get to dance to it with her best bitches.
Lawrence had known that Ellie hadn’t really felt better, though. The smile on her face was fake and she’d disappeared when the others were all too distracted bickering about whose round it was next. Lawrence had seen her disappear through the main doors and towards the exit- really the idea of Ellie being able to sneak off anywhere was laughable given her height- and so she’d dashed off without thinking, following her while a sinking feeling rose in her gut.
And now she’s here, a little way along the street outside the club, looking at Ellie and her broken heart and trying to figure out how to clean up the mess without a dustpan and brush.
So she awkwardly approaches her, forcing a smile as Ellie lifts her head to look at her through sapphires filled with tears. She decides to go with what’s always served her well though life and injects some fake cheer into her voice as she opens the joke.
“Did I ever tell you about the time the police chapped my door an’ told me my dogs were chasin’ people on bikes?” she opens limply, the joke already the verbal equivalent of a racehorse about to be made into glue. “My dogs didny even have bikes.”
Ellie gives an empty shell of a laugh in return. Lawrence supposes it’s the joke equivalent of “ask a stupid question, recieve a stupid answer”- tell a shite joke, recieve a shite laugh in reply. She’s rendered silent again, left to awkwardly scuff her foot over the glistening, frosty ground until Ellie gives a shuddery breath in.
“Y'should be back inside with the others,” she starts quietly, paws at her sniffly nose with the back of her hand, the tissue being long since rendered useless. “Having fun and getting drunk instead of listening to my shit.”
“I’m already drunk,” Lawrence shrugs at her. It’s half true. She feels too exposed as she follows it up with, “And it’s not fun if I know you’re upset.”
The tiny smile that appears on Ellie’s face and the way her eyes gain just a tiny bit of life makes coming out here in the freezing cold worth it.
“Ellie,” Lawrence gives a small sigh of sympathy, moves to stand in front of her and lets the crumpled tissue fall into Ellie’s lap before she takes her friend’s hands. She’s thrown before she can say anything. “Fucking Christ, your hands are baltic.”
“It’s December in Scotland. Everything’s baltic,” Ellie gives the tiniest roll of her eyes, but her expression is mostly one of affection, the gesture clearly appreciated. The way Lawrence’s heart is sparked by it is way too embarrassing and ridiculous, and she feels like a total idiot for being in this deep.
She covers it up with a sarcastic barb, a raised eyebrow used as a capital letter. “Do you want a pep talk or don’t you?”
“Please,” Ellie replies flatly.
Lawrence has about a second to collect her thoughts, try to arrange them into something coherent and supportive like a child making a model out of junk and PVA glue. She knows it’s going to come at the expense of her own heart but really, when has she ever put her own feelings first when Ellie’s been involved? She wishes they both had the same aspect to their friendship as A’whora and Tayce: that undercurrent of flirting and tension, the fact that A’whora’s huge crush on Tayce is the equivalent of a present wrapped in cellophane, and if they’ve not already done something about that whole aspect of their relationship then they surely will soon. But with Ellie it’s different. Lawrence is bound by the ties of the purely platonic nature of their friendship and, while she’d love nothing more than to break them, there’s still that part of her that’s content to stay in the chains they created together because even though they’re tight, they’re comfortable. They’re safe.
Ellie is Lawrence’s friend, so Lawrence puts her own feelings to one side and acts like it.
“I know it hurts,” Lawrence says, unable to meet her friend’s eyes as she strokes her thumb over her knuckles. “I know it feels like the worst heartache in the world, and it’s terrible. You feel like the pain’s not going to go away or…like your heart’s been smashed. It’s that way where…you’re too far gone as friends now, and it’s that feeling of not being able to change that path you’ve both gone down and…it’s too late, and you’re sat torturing yourself with the what-ifs and wondering if…y’know, maybe if you’d done something differently, maybe this, maybe that…”
Lawrence trails off to allow herself to gain back some composure, because all she’s succeeded in doing is making her own heart hurt with the truth. It’s the fact she’s telling Ellie everything: every feeling she goes through when it’s just the two of them bickering affectionately together, or the pair of them spooning when they’re hungover and emotional, or bonding over the Scottish Twitter references that the rest of their flatmates don’t get. It’s the way that with every moment they grow closer it only feels as if Ellie grows more and more distant.
“But you can’t hurt yourself like that, you know?” Lawrence says firmly, snapping her gaze up bravely to look Ellie in the eyes. “You can’t go through every day wondering why you’re not good enough, because the truth is that…you are. You fucking…are good enough, Ellie, you don’t need to change anything about yourself. Just keep being you, because…there’s someone out there who’ll appreciate it. And love you for it.”
Ellie’s gaze turns warm and soft, and she blinks a few tears away before looking into her lap, squeezing Lawrence’s hands. “Thank you, babe. That’s really nice.”
Lawrence can’t bask in the appreciation for long though because Ellie then narrows her eyes at her and gives her an inquisitive look.
“You know. You know what it feels like. How come you know?”
It would be so easy just to let something slip out; a confession, an admission, the secret she’s been holding in for two years now. The way she could bat it all away and cover it up with the amount of Jaeger she’s consumed over the past two hour period if it didn’t go down well on Ellie’s end. The thing is, though, that a drunk mind speaks sober thoughts, and it’s so cold in the street that she’s starting to sober up anyway. There wouldn’t really be anything to hide behind.
So she gives a snort of self-derision. “I know I might just seem like a joke book in a flesh suit, but I actually have a heart underneath it all.”
“Yeah,” Ellie agrees softly, her smile growing a little bigger. “You do.”
Lawrence’s heart soars into the sky like a bubble or a ridiculous novelty helium balloon. Ellie’s being sincere; she’s not layering Lawrence’s joke with another joke, a playing card on top of another. She’s just being honest. She sees Lawrence’s heart underneath all the sarcasm and the comedy and the way she can’t ever lay a single one of her feelings bare. Sometimes Lawrence dares to hope, dares to dream. Maybe everything she feels is reciprocated even a little bit. This- with Ellie’s gentle smile and the way the streetlamp is giving her a halo and the mist that’s wrapping around the two of them- is one of those moments.
Ellie sighs heavily, cuts through her thoughts. “It’s not even like Veronica’s someone I can justifiably hate, y’know? She has to be fucking…nice, and sweet, and pretty and lovely and Little Miss Perfect. Of course Tia’s mad for her.”
Pop.
“Well, you’re nice as well,” Lawrence frowns insistently. She finds herself rambling a little, clearly not as sober as she supposes the cold is rendering her. “And sweet and pretty and lovely. And perfect. Actually, not quite. C’mere.”
Lawrence beckons for Ellie to lean down, and as she does she fleetingly thinks about how easy it would be to kiss her. Too easy but too overwhelmingly difficult all at once.
Instead, Lawrence reaches her hands up to do what she’d intended, and fixes Ellie’s bow as if she’s adjusting a crown for a princess.
“There. Perfect now.”
Ellie smiles sadly at her as she straightens up, whispers a soft, resigned “thank you”. She sighs, looks plaintively up at the sky, the yellow of the streetlamp and the inky black of the vast space hanging above their heads. She pouts, deflated and defeated.
“What do I do now?”
Lawrence looks down the street, back in the direction of the flat. She could tell Ellie to give up and get over Tia. She could tell Ellie there’s someone that she knows- that they both know- that actually has a huge crush on her, she just needs to open her bloody eyes because all that fucking eyeliner’s clearly making her blind. She could tell Ellie that even the blind man’s fucking guide dog can see that Tia is hopelessly infatuated with the tiny blonde children’s storybook character she’s been making heart-eyes at for the past three months.
But Ellie’s already heartbroken enough and Lawrence is trying to make her feel better, and the antidote of heartbreak is hope. So she gives Ellie two options.
“Well. You could just carry on pinning your hopes on a girl who you’re not sure’s ever going to like you back, if you think you’ve got enough hope and optimism left in you. Or you could move on. Find the someone else out there who’ll love you for everything you are, because there is one. I know there is,” Lawrence says, omitting the fact that said person is her best friend, standing right in front of her. She smiles tightly before adding, “Your choice.”
When Lawrence realises she’s holding her breath waiting on her friend’s decision she feels even more of an idiot than she already does.
Ellie’s smile turns a little more genuine and she doesn’t even have to say anything to tell Lawrence what she’s chosen. “Well I’ve never been one to go down without a fight, you know? So…let’s just say Veronica better watch out. I’m gonna come up behind her and knock her kneecaps in to win my girl over. No matter how lovely she is.”
Lawrence shares Ellie’s giggle with a heart made of lead. She’ll keep pining, then. Keep on keeping on, keep on sharing moments with Ellie that make her day and ruin it all at once, the cause and the cure of all her mixed-up emotions. She’d rather keep her friendship with Ellie and have her heart crack just a little tiny bit every day than not have the girl in her life at all.
“Right, c’mon you. I’m freezing my not inconsiderable tits off out here,” Lawrence says decisively, if a little quietly. She wants nothing more than to drag herself back into the club and fill herself with artificial happiness, drink and listen to dance tracks about breakups with a too-fast BPM for the subject matter.
As Ellie takes her hand the split-second before she turns around, though, Lawrence’s priorities change. Her friend’s face is pleading and a little shy as she meets her eyes for a second and then snaps them to the ground.
“Can we just stay out here for a couple more minutes? Sorry,” Ellie explains. Lawrence can tell she feels silly. “I’m starting to feel better just being out here with you, so…I don’t want to go back in just yet.”
Like a complete fool, Lawrence just smiles and nods. “Of course we can.”
There’s a small silence in which Lawrence hugs herself tightly and rubs both her arms, because, well. She is freezing. She’s freezing and she wishes she had a cigarette. Ellie clearly isn’t as wrapped up in her own thoughts as she had been before because she notices her friend’s discomfort, gives a roll of her eyes which is affectionate rather than exasperated and pats the wall beside her.
“Hop up and I’ll warm you up,” she says. The jolt her words give Lawrence’s heart is what can only be described as pathetic, jump leads to a dying car.
Lawrence tries to join her on the wall, placing her palms on the bricks and making to hoist herself up. Her short stature, though, is rendering this difficult, and with each new unsuccessful attempt Ellie starts to laugh more and more until she’s doubled over, unable to breathe at Lawrence’s various attempts to sit beside her.
(Lawrence always loves making Ellie laugh whether she’s intended to or not, because it’s a way of guaranteeing that her attention is on her. The more she can make her laugh, the more of her attention she gets, so sometimes Lawrence will act up as if she’s on an episode of Live at the Apollo with an audience of one, in the world’s first romantically driven stand-up set.)
Ellie continues to laugh, finally holding a hand out for Lawrence to grab with a humoured “c’mere” to accompany it. As Lawrence grasps her hand and feels sparks fly through her bloodstream, she also clearly underestimates Ellie’s strength as she’s tugged suddenly forwards and they’re both flying onto the grass behind the wall. All at once the pair of them are reduced to bundles of giggles; legs scraping against the bricks and bodies flush against the wet grass, both of them breathless with their hands still entwined.
As their laughter dies down, there’s nothing left but their faces close together and the rise and fall of their chests and the small, dippy smile that’s still there on Ellie’s lips as she looks at her. The black of the sky and the green of the grass and the blue of her eyes, colour in absolutes. Simple, like Lawrence’s feelings are anything but.
It’s ethereal and it’s sad and Ellie will never know what it all means to her.
“I love you,” Lawrence says quietly. It’s too real and too painful and too raw to leave it like that, a plaster ripped off a cut too early. She elects to follow it up with, “Ya big bow-legged freak.”
Ellie giggles again, drunk and appeased. This is good. This is what Lawrence had wanted; to cheer her up and put that starry smile on her face on a night that’s meant to be all about her, meant to be special and magical and not the bad dream it had turned into. Lawrence has filled her head with drunk platitudes and compliments that’ve hurt too much to give. Lawrence has done the duties of a friend. She is her friend. And Ellie is happy. Lawrence can’t be sad when she’s happy.
Ellie lets go of her hand, pulls her in and hugs her. In an instant, the dewey grass seems instantly warmer. The moment is nicotine and Lawrence fills her lungs.
“I love you too, babe.”
She pretends she means it like she wants her to, and the bittersweet feeling it gives her fills her heart like tar.
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bennyboyjones · 5 years ago
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THE GETAWAY (Ben Hardy FanFic) Chapter One
A/N: Hi! So, here is chapter one to my Ben Hardy  AU Fanfic! There are currently several chapters written, which you can find on Wattpad, but I’ve decided to also upload it here as well. It might be a bit behind, but you’ll still get all the chaps eventually.
What it is: basically, a girl from a small town who is bored of her life decides to take a trip to Nice where she runs into ben, who is also running away from some shit and some romance ensues.
Word count: 3.0k
in this chapter: she takes off bby
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In case you missed it: prologue
here we go:
chapter one
Tonight was my last night at work; I had been working doubles all week, trying to make as much money as I could to build up my almost non-existent cushion. Between what I had in my savings and my bonds, I had almost $10,000, but then I went shopping and was now sitting at about $8,000, which after the cost of everything, wasn’t much. 
I was in the middle of putting in order an for an older couple when Katie, one of my coworkers, came barreling into the service station. 
“I still cannot believe you’re going to France! Again! Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, seven months pregnant, having never been anywhere!” She threw her hands up and her blond hair flew around her small face. She was older, and shorter, married to her first boyfriend and in the middle of her nursing degree. Whenever I talked about where I’ve been, she always looked at me with amazement, telling me how lucky I was, how she could only dream of traveling anywhere. I always had to remind her that she could and that she should, but she always shook her head as if it would never be an option. “Are you all packed?”
I cringed, “No; I’m not prepared at all, actually. Three weeks goes by a lot quicker than I thought it would.”
“Well, you’re out of here in less than an hour. You better go straight home and get your shit together.” She patted me on the back before nudging me over to gain access to the small touch screen where we put in the orders. 
I looked at the floor from our little alcove; for a Sunday, we were pretty packed. There was only one table left open when half of the restaurant was usually empty at this time. I surveyed my section: an old couple, a group of twenty-somethings, a family of six, a couple of teenagers, and one sole older woman. They were all almost ready for their checks, and I silently prayed that they were all feeling generous—and that they all carried cash. I decided it was time to turn on the charm; I flipped my head over, fixed my long brown hair into a high pony-tail, making sure my curtain bangs weren’t swept up, retouched my light pink lipstick and shoved a smile on my face. I was about to walk back out into the dimly lit dining room when Katie grabbed my arm. 
“I just want to let you know that I told all of them you’re leaving for a big trip tomorrow and wouldn’t be working for a while. You know, trying to let them know you’re poor and could use the money,” she laughed. 
I shook my head and smiled, “I hope it worked.”
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Katie did a great job. I walked into the house, counting my tips for the third time to make sure the number was right. I made way more than I expected to and added it to the envelope of cash I needed to deposit into my bank account before heading to the airport tomorrow. I ordered euros and also notified my bank I was traveling abroad, making sure I was covered on both fronts. I called a quick “hello” to my mom and my two brothers who were sat on the couch watching Food Network and ran up the stairs, very aware that it was already 10pm and I needed to leave for the airport at 10am, so I would have time to run the errands I needed to beforehand. 
After taking a quick shower, I sat myself down on my bedroom floor, piles of clothes around me and two empty suitcases on my bed. I had already collected my toiletries, shoved them into two ziplock bags and then inside a fabric toiletry bag to ensure zero leakage, right after getting out of the shower because I was terrified of forgetting something. I made an extremely thorough list of every outfit, every bathing suit, every pair of underwear, every book (yes, book), every piece of makeup, and the two notebooks and five specific pens I would be taking with me. Again, making sure I didn’t forget anything. I packed it all one by one, drawing a line through it on my list in red ink until everything was away and ready to go. I was sweating—my cheeks were flush, my heart racing, and slightly out of breath from running around my room lugging items back and forth. 
I was laid out, spread-eagle, on my bedroom floor, watching my ceiling fan spin around and around when my mom came in and leaned against the doorway. “I see you’re all packed up and ready to go.�� 
“I think so. I hope so. I don’t know, I feel like I’m forgetting something.” I sat up and leaned back on my hands, my head turned around to face her. 
She tossed me a bag of five disposable cameras, “These. Don’t take your big camera. It’s too heavy and you already almost lost it once in London. That thing is an antique, best to leave it here.” She nodded towards my grandpa’s old Nikon film camera from the ‘80s. He gave it to me right before I left for London and had almost every picture I took there with it hung up on his walls. 
I tossed them into my second suitcase that was still half empty before getting up. I wrung my hands together in front of me and pulled at the strings of my hoodie, “I’m kind of nervous.” 
My mom came further into my room before putting her hands on my shoulders. “Look at me,” her brown eyes looked directly into mine, our faces almost identical, “You’ve done this before. You’re going to be fine. You can always call, or come home.” She laughed lightly before dropping her hands, “Do you need me to keep going? Because you’ve heard this speech before.”
“No, I’m good.” I pulled on my pony tail to tighten it and rubbed at my eyes with the heels of my palms. “Ugh, I don’t know why I’m so stressed out! It’s ridiculous!” 
“You know what you’re dad would say—“
“It doesn’t matter what he would say.” I cut her off and dropped my hands to my sides. “He’s not here.”
“Josie, we need—“
“You’re right, mom. I’ve done this before—successfully. I was fine the first time around, and that was for six months. Three weeks is nothing. Thank you for the pep talk, I needed it.” 
She grabbed at my hair, twirling the thick ponytail around her fingers, “You’re going to have an amazing time.”
“I know,” I sighed and pulled her into a hug, trying to fight off tears without sniffling. 
“I love you.” 
“Love you more.”
This morning was not going well—at all. First, I woke up to a phone call from Liam, my on and off again boyfriend of two long years. He was angry that I didn’t tell him about my trip and felt he was entitled to know of my whereabouts despite the fact that we were currently “off” and have been for the past two months. 
“Don’t go, Josie.” He pleaded. 
“I’m going. I’m literally leaving for the airport in an hour. How did you even know I was going?”
“The last time you did something like this you broke up with me.”
“Tried to,” I corrected him, “but you wouldn’t let me.”
“And now you’re going to go back to Europe and try to do it again! You’re going to hurt me again, just when I was ready to get back together!” 
I let out an irritated sigh, “Liam, I’m not doing this again. I’m not doing this anymore. I’ve been completely fine the last few weeks without you and I don’t need you. I’m going and I need you to leave me alone.” I ended the call as he began to reply. I couldn’t deal with him right now and I wasn’t going to let him ruin another trip for me. 
We met in my gen. ed. philosophy class sophomore year and have had a stressful relationship ever since. We pretty much broke up every summer and every break, making it more of a relationship of convenience and comfort. I figured that when I was leaving for my exchange program last year that we would break up, but when I tried to talk to him about it he broke down crying about how I was the love of his life and he didn’t want to be apart while I was away and I caved. I tried again halfway through my time there, but he guilted me into staying; he said it wasn’t fair to break up with someone who you haven’t seen in months, and how could I know I didn’t love him anymore when we had been apart for so long. 
When I came home, I was so adamant about ending it, but then dad was gone and I needed the familiarity, the easiness, the comfort again and now we were stuck in our old cycle that I needed to desperately get away from. 
Second, I got another rejection e-mail from another publishing company—granted this rejection came a month late since internships had already started and I knew I was obviously not getting a spot, but it didn’t mean I didn’t feel the blow to my ego. 
I didn’t regret my choice of becoming a writing major—at all—it’s what made me happy and it also came with so many career choices; I chose to be an editor, or was trying to anyway, but publishing is competitive and I had zero connections, so every spring, summer, fall, and winter, all I got were rejections and I was growing tired of the disappointment. 
But I was leaving today and couldn’t let anything get me down—I just couldn’t. After I showered and threw on a white t-shirt and a pair of blue straight leg jeans, I started getting last minute items in order: my carryon, with emergency clothes (my luggage has gone missing before), my notebook, my camera, headphones, locket, passport, phone charger, etc. Once everything was completely packed, I sat on my bedroom floor, knees pulled up to my chest and simply stared at the pile of luggage before me. 
I was overwhelmed; I could feel the knot in my stomach twisting, the dryness in my throat, and the tears that were locked behind my eyes. For the past three weeks, this trip seemed so abstract, so far away it couldn’t be real—but now I had no choice but to acknowledge how very real it was. 
As I put on my tan blazer, my white sneakers, packed my stuff into the car with my mom, went to the bank,  and drove to the airport, my brother’s asking me loads of questions from the backseat, all I could think was that I would be fine. I had to keep reminding myself that I’ve done this before, that I could handle myself and that I knew what I was doing. By time we made it to JFK, I felt so stupid; I was making such a big deal over nothing. It was just a trip—but my anxiety would not let up. 
“I know that look on your face,” my mom said as we stood in front of security. “You need to stop with the stress. You’re going to ruin this for yourself.”
“Yeah,” I let out a breath it felt like I’d been holding since I woke up this morning, “I know.” I looked at the time. “I think I need to go.”
My mom pulled me into a hug and kissed me on the cheek before giving me one last secret pep talk and telling me she loved me. I hugged Noah and ignored his comments about the contagious promiscuity of the French. My youngest brother, Oliver hugged me the tightest, “Be careful, okay? You’re the only sister I have so don’t do anything stupid while you’re over there.” 
“It’s just three weeks, it’ll be like I never even left.”
“That’s three weeks of torture from Noah without you there to back me up! I might not even be alive by time you get back!” 
I laughed lightly and pulled him in for another hug. Despite the six year age difference, we were extremely close and I knew I would miss him the most during my trip. After saying goodbye for a second time, I got on line for security. 
It didn’t take too long to get through; for once, my carryon didn’t need to be rifled through because I actually packed correctly this time around and my gate was only a few minutes walk away. I took a seat close to the podium so I could hear every announcement clearly and pulled out my phone and started replying to texts from my friends telling me to have a great time. 
Despite spending a lot of time in the city, I spent a lot of time alone. Between classes, homework, and working I didn’t have a lot of time for a social life, but I did have one—a small one, but it still counted. I only had a few friends and I was fine with that, I didn’t need a big group—the only problem was two of my friends lived in the city permanently, two lived out of state and my best friend from home went to school way upstate, like twenty minutes away from Canada upstate, so we didn’t see each other often. 
After replying, I pulled up both of my boarding passes on my phone. I had layover in London and kept reading over the time in between flights, worried if my first one got delayed, worried if they were on opposite sides of the airport. There was always so much that could go wrong. What if I somehow went to the wrong gate? What if my gate was changed and I missed it? Inside, I knew I was too much of a control freak and worry-wart to allow any of these things to happen, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t obsessively think about them and give myself a headache. 
Finally, my flight started boarding and thankfully, I was in the first group. I found my aisle seat and plopped down after placing my duffel bag in the overhead bin and tossing my purse under the seat in front of me. After another thirty minutes of everyone getting on, having to get up twice to let the other people in my row in (thankfully no children, just a middle-aged couple), we were finally ready to take off. I popped some gum into my mouth, pulled my seat belt tighter and leaned back hoping I wouldn’t get the rollercoaster feeling in my stomach that often happened during take-offs. 
The seven hours to London was easy, it was the layover that was tough. Three hours of sitting around waiting for my second flight, exhausted and just wanting to be there already. It’s crazy how easily a long layover can break a person. I called my mom, letting her know my first flight was a success and then tried to text my friends but they were all out partying despite it being a Monday. I ended up settling for finishing my book, which wasn’t necessarily travel material—it was slightly dark and deep, as a Morrison usually is. 
By time my final flight was called, I was over the entire ordeal and in an awful mood. I was waiting for my group to be called when some guy tapped me on the shoulder, “Please tell me this is the flight to Nice.” He was American, looked around my age, early twenties, with brown hair and green eyes. He was tall and slim and so out of breath. I nodded. “Thank god,” he said, “my first flight was delayed. I was worried I missed it.”
“Well, you didn’t.” 
“You’re American!” he smiled and pointed a finger at me. 
“Yes, you’re very observant.” The last group was called and I went to get on line, the guy trailing behind me. 
“I’m Eric,” he said while holding his hand out for a shake, “I’m going to visit family.”
I stared at his outstretched hand before deciding it wouldn’t kill me to be polite, “That’s nice. I’m Josie.”
I turned away and handed both my passport and my phone to the attendant before making my way through the jetway. My seat was all the way at the back of the plane and so there was a lot of stopping and waiting for people to situate themselves before I could take my, yet again, aisle seat. I leaned forward with my head in my hands and started rubbing my temples. It was 8:30 am London time, meaning my body should be asleep. All I needed was these next two hours for a power nap, that’s all, because I refused to spend my first day in Nice unconscious. 
“Wow, what are the odds!” 
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mumbled under my breath without looking up. 
“You’re an aisle-seater too, huh? I can’t sit in any other seat. It gets too cramped and I have long legs so I need the aisle space.”
They announced we would be getting ready to take-off and I noticed that no one had sat next to me and took the opportunity to slide over, putting as much distance between me and enthusiastic Eric as I possibly could. 
I tried to sleep, I really did, but every few minutes, just as I was about to finally doze off, Eric would ask another question: “Where are you staying?” “What brings you to Nice?” “Are you alone?” “Where are you from?” My only response was that I didn’t feel comfortable sharing that kind of information with a stranger but he wouldn’t take the hint. Instead, he took my non-interest as an opportunity to ask for my contact information so we could possibly “grab a coffee or a bite or whatever”. I told him that I didn’t give my information out to strangers again and so he carefully wrote his number and instagram handle out on a paper napkin and held it out to me. 
I took it, unenthusiastically and politely smiled. I shoved it into my purse just as the flight attendant announced we were getting ready to land. A few short moments later, her voice rang out over the loud speaker, “Welcome to Nice!”
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bloggerspow-blog · 5 years ago
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Mortal Kombat: Return To Of Kombat Shrines
     Johnny Cage wiped sweat and angrily licked his upper lip, “So now is time of glory fighting, do you enjoy pain sandwiches?” Reptile looked down then up, then right, then at Johnny, then thought for a moment, then slightly bent his right knee. “If it is delicious swipings you like, then pain it is to your personal area parts!” Reptile slightly moved his foot and a small plume of dust was swept up. “See?”, said Reptile looking down at the ground. “See what?”, said Johnny. “Sorry, I was checking my massages.” Reptile now furious yelling: “Did you no like my dance moves?! If you were not so busy with your stupid, silly, awful, annoying, amusing, time consuming, absurd, benign, delightful and awful yammering you would have witnessed a thing that would have made you aware of it existing. Johnny, once more involved in a text with his agent looks up and raises his right eyebrow so it is higher than his other eyebrow, the other eyebrow is located on the opposite side of his cranium. The main idea is that there are two eyebrows and the one he is moving is the current one described now. “Well I...” Reptile interrupts while Johnny is speaking just now a moment ago: “Shut up you stupid pud!” Johnny stops moving, puts his hands at his sides and Reptile does the same, neither of them continues to move and stares silently at one another...day turns to night.......
MORTAL KOMBAT!!!!!
Sonya slowly roused from sleep in her room which the sun was coloring a golden shade of yellow, her hair lay about her carefree and flat, like pancakes left on a stove. The pancakes were delicious but there were more made than needed, so some were saved with Tupperware. With a majestic stretch, she raised up from her bed and arched her well toned body showcasing her physique and at the apex letting out a horrendous fart: “PLBBBBBBBBBBBIP!!!!!! It violently shook the adjoining wall. “Really Mom? What the fuck you smelly fucking bitch?! I swear to God after the first 3 games you just let your shit go and do you know how embarrassing it was having to go to school explaining that you were on medication while shouting: “ERUAGHHHUHEEEHHUHHH!” While ripping off men's heads and pissing on their ashes?” Cassie was a typical asshole teenager who was spoiled and smelled like gum and hairspray, even after raising her to be a man she still insisted on being a bitch. Cassie is painfully aware of how stupid it was for her mother to have bred with her father, although to be fair he was the only normal person with a normal penis in the tournament (Kano had a metal cock and Jax was...look Sonya is a racist okay? She wouldn't date Liu Kang, she wouldn't even date Quan Chi due to his Jewish heritage.) “You had your pick Mom, you stupid fucking cunt bag, you could have banged a thunder guy, or even sold your soul to a sorcerer with erectile disfunction and I would be able to kill fuckers with my magic queefs with green magic clouds or some shit. Noooo, instead I have some stupid ass drone and shoot people in a martial arts tournament.” Sonya had been silent up till this point, she had been busy breathing in her flatulence as she found it absolutely fantastic, she loved breathing her own fart gas, especially early in the morning after a night of drinking and eating peanuts. “Cassie, you are a whore, a fucking mistake, we actually were using condoms AND I was on birth control AND had a diaphragm inside me yet we still somehow got fucking cursed with you.” Sonya picked a small booger from her nose, smelled it and flicked it with fury at her daughter where it hit the wall with a shower of gross sparks. “You were a mistake and so was I, we all were because I recently found out Kano is my actual father so yeah, our family is a shit show even by Outworld's standards.” Cassie and Sonya both shake hands and salute, the entire room is suddenly engulfed with flames.
Outside...”Thank God we got out of that”, said Cassie. “You can say that again.”, said Sonya. ”Thank God we got out of that”, said Cassie. “You can say that again.”, said Sonya.”Thank God we got out of that”, said Cassie. “You can say that again.”, said Sonya. “So Mom, are you finally ready to admit you are a stupid whore?”, Cassie looked at her Mom for a response. “Yeah totally am slut.”, Sonya smiled and revealed she was missing 3 teeth, making her smile resemble a hobos. Sonya then let out a battle cry: “Lalalalalalala!!!” Cassie looks up, then down, turns around once, then back at her Mother. “Why did I just do that?” Sonya glares seriously into the distance at a nearby tree. “It's because you are a warrior, because you understood what that thing was to know. When instructions were handed out and mailed, they were hard to understand due to being comprised of small pictures with no words. We all still were able to assemble the furniture ourselves but I will never forget it, that is when I knew you were the un-chosen one, the one who was supposed to know the thing. Then all this other stuff happened, and I am also hungry now.” Cassie looks like a cat who was wet but then became dry and hoarsely replies: “Then, we dine in Hell tonight! My little kettle corn Mommy Mom!!!” Now different things happen to other characters too.
Scorpion grabbed at the brown tube which had become the ultimate opponent with a scrap of white barely hanging onto the edge of the roll. “Damn!”, Scorpion reached out and snatched the tube off the holder with a soft loving gesture. “By the fires of unholy eternal Heck, this is less than what I desire!” He then goes through a painstaking task of peeling back enough cardboard to cover his hand and reluctantly lowers his palm to relieve his stinky shameful horrible waste he was naughty enough to expel because he is bad and a devil person. “Whew it sure is smelly in here now!”, waving his hand in a circular, counter-clock wise and sideways motion he sang a sad, uplifting ditty: “Iiiiiiii juuuuuussst tooook a craaaaapp, iiiiiitt waaaas reallllly baaaaaddd, it buuuuuuuurrned my deeeeemonic aaaaaassss and nooooowww I am saaaaad.” He exited with a mighty flush as his enemy faced him down right outside the door. “I need to shit too once in a while dickhead.”, Sub Zero was not pleased, ever since this uneasy peace it seemed there was never a free moment to use the bathroom. “What are you doing in there anyway? It is not like you are jerking off, your dick was burned off years ago.” Scorpion erupted in a bout of flame and was now a skeleton. “Nooo, I can't, should we talk about what happened to your appendages? Or is it too soon to mention the ice tray incident?” Sub Zero became sad and cried tears which froze before being able to escape his stupid cold face. “You do not know what it is like, shrinkage was a real issue and you know how it makes me feel. Can we not do this right now please?” “Oh all right, I supposed you have been helping me with my baths and daily feedings, ever since we moved into this apartment I have begun feeling like you do not hate me anymore, you never rip off my head, you are always criticizing me and it makes me hot...not in a good way either. Sub Zero set down his knitting and looked at his friend, “Look, I really still need to use the bathroom okay?” “Then use it.”, said Scorpion. “I will.”, replied Sub Zero with a pep in his step as he pranced to the bathroom angrily. Sub Zero then uses the bathroom. Having finished using the restroom, Sub Zero returns to the couch and resuming knitting while humming: “Dun dun da dun da dun da dun da dah. Duh da du da duh da, (murmering) mortal kombat” Scorpion now in human form once more slaps his right knee past his thigh, but not quite the very tip of his knee, about 4 inches away from the front of his leg where the human knee joint is usually located. “See? No hate, just some odd couple bullshit...you used to be cool man.” Both beginning humming together as we slip out quietly...I mean really who wants to watch that? They are like a married couple.
II
Lament of Badgers
Liu Kang looked out over Edenia, a sprawling and beautiful land, with its sparkling waters and happy squirrels. He then put down the magazine and observed his dreary surroundings. The apartment was in his Mother Sui Kang's name not his own so he could not help but try to follow the rules, no loud chewing, no spiked arm bands on the couch and the worst rule of all, no fighting. There was water running, in fact it had been running for too long now... “Kitana! Are you almost done washing our produce yet?” “Almost my little Egg Foo Hung!” God he hated that nickname, yes he had a huge dong, but it was not the most mighty of the Wangs, Goro held that title. “Did you check the mail K? I was too busy rehearsing for my graduation speech.” Kitana laughed crazily and did a back flip, “I am so glad to be who I am! And yes I checked the mail and no you did not get anything, hehhhahahahahahaaaa!” Liu Kang stood up with speedy and fresh air while flossing shouting: “You disrespect the fish you get the whole thing, you wanted to see, you dreamed so hard like a fighting fish of glory. So now what say the opponents?” Kitana rose in the air on one leg while posing with her hands clasped and began to sing “Shake shake shake senora shake your body line.” and while gyrating was also firing a Desert Eagle at her husbands feet. “For fuck's sake what is wrong with you? You crazy ass bitch, we are gonna get evicted now cut it out!” Kitana descended to the ground and scratched at the wood, she scratched until her fingers were bleeding. Liu Kang watched for a few moments and then bowed, back flipping out of the room while letting out small “Wudap!” and “Wah!”.
Keys were heard jingling the doorknob. “Waiyaiyaiyaiyaiiiiiiii!!!” It was the landlord, must have gotten off early. She flung herself into the room, then backwards down the stairs and out into the road. A passing car honked its horn loudly, Sui stood up and lifted the vehicle over end like it was made of paper. People scattered in fear as she walked up to the window of the car where a man was stammering and shaking. She pointed her bony dirty green finger in his dumb stupid face, then turned and ran back up the stairs, then fell back down the stairs, then went to the local corner store for a candy bar, then returned to the stairs, she then carefully went up them and hopped over the last one, she was not going to fall for that shit again. Entering the room to find filthy empty food containers and dirty diapers stacked in the corner. “ I am home you lazy no good doo doo Kang!” Her screams filled the room and Liu Kang smiled warmly, “Hey Mom, did you check the mail? I am waiting for a collectors edition mug with a map of how to get to the new island for the chess tournament I told you about. His mother punched a hole in the wall, lit a cigarette while bouncing a basketball with her arm still in the wall, she took a drag and no smoke ever came out. “I know how deep this goes, there is no chess tournament, you must have gotten drunk with rent again right?” Liu Kang looked into a nearby mirror, winked, wiped his face, noticed his left eyebrow was getting long again and plucked a hair, then procured a shaver and removed the entire thing. “Oh no now I look not like a furious fighting man of burning muscle punches anymore. “Oh you look so handsome, like a suitable rental car with extra seat room!” His mother was now juggling firey blades and a cat. “Mom why do you always know just what words are said?” She swung a samurai sword at a watermelon in mid-air. “From here on out I will never talk like a boondalungaloo again. I am sorry that you are such a little baby bitty beep beep blop ploopy bloopy blee. It is the only way to center your Chihuahua.”
Liu Kang nodded and quietly painted his finger nails hot pink, he stopped to apply a small sticker of a baby chick to his index nail. “Kitana, thank you so much for this color it is striking, get it?” Kitana burst into the room wearing an overcoat and a bullet proof vest. “I am happy you like it, to make others happy is the motto of the badger!” Liu Kang fought to prevent vomiting as he drank a glass of rotten milk. He looked at a picture of himself on the wall, “Badger? What are you talking about?” Kitana set her puppy down and it ran backwards to its kennel. “You know silly, the Lament of Badgers Festival. It is what precedes Mortal Kombat in the hood bitch.” Liu kang took a long drink of chunky sour milk, “By the Gods why am I drinking this? Yeah I forgot, oh well, guess it is time for DVR watching. Liu Kangs ugly stupid fingernails tapped the remote lightly. He list-fully opened the viewing guide and selected his library, then navigated to settings, system and updates and then moved down 3 places to select update check, the screen flickered and he was back at the previous menu. Liu watched as his TV levitated off the ground and fell, shattering like a pillow dropped on bags. “Liu Kang you silly sad Sally! Get the fuck up and train now!” Raiden was standing in front of him smoking a blunt and wearing a pimp coat, his hat replaced with a bandanna. “And yo stupid asses better have my rent by the first...bitch.” He was instantly gone in a puff of green smoke, a small fire had been started by his lightning feet of fury. Liu Kang had to act fast, he threw Kitana's cat at the fire and it took out a cat sized fire extinguisher out of its suitcase and sprayed coolant, putting out the fire. While flying through the air it had also pissed for the length of the throw, not of fear but vengeance. “Now I leave you with my mighty piss stain to remind you of the day you crossed me, Sudakai Hiroki!” The cat struggled his paw to flip the bird to the human and left, making sure to slam the door. “But your name was Fluffles.” Liu Kangs eyes welled up with tears as he chopped an onion furiously with care. The door burst open, and Sudakai looked like a fire dragon as he said “That was never my name, you are so stupid man really, no one likes you. You are cheap, you are always yelling some unintelligible shit and spamming, sorry bro but fuck you. I forgot my nip.” The cat had snatched his satchel of kitty cat mowie wowie and fled slamming the door. Liu Kang cried this time out of sadness as the cat had also made off with the rent...oh well...it wasn't the first time.
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navyvintage-blog2 · 5 years ago
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STEVE ROGERS IMAGINE: ❤❤
You were Tony's sister. He was your elder brother, your bestfriend and your father figure. He surely was your elder brother but protected you. Parents passed away early. We did not blamed anyone but we loved everyone. He was upset but he overcame it. Today was Tony's Wedding with Pepper and you were currently dressing up. Tony has choosen Rhodey to be his best man. And the flower girl is obviously Lila, Clint's daughter. You had a crush on Steve since you guys met. He is A complete gentlemen. The respect trait of guys attracts you.
He made you fall in love with himself. So here you were dressing up for your brother's wedding.
Knock
"Yes?" You asked
"Its me? Your only brother and the handsome one" he said
"Get in Tony!" He came in and was ready. Next to him was Steve and Rhodey. Your heart fluttered when you saw Steve. The girls were getting ready in another room and you were just picking your stuff and heading to the room. They called you there.
"Tony, you look amazing! You look like dad" your voice cracked. You missed your father but Tony was there
Your eyes started to water.
"I'm sorry but you really look like Daddy from his wedding pictures" you said
"Aww plz don't cry" Tony hugged you.
"Excuse me! What was the thing you came here for? I have to get ready." I asked
Tony looked away
"What's wrong? TONY? RHODEY? STEVE ANYONE? " you asked
"He wants you to be there with him next to him." Steve said
"Aww Tony That's so sweet of you! I didn't know you were this soft even though I almost killed you when we used to tickle fight." You teased
"Look! Rhodes and Rogers I told you she has that teasing trait too that's not only me! " Tony said
"Tony your Dad was also the same! I've met him" Steve said.
"To be honest, You scared me Bro!" you breathed
"What did you think?" Steve asked and smilled
"He wants to break the wedding." You laughed
"I would never do that! I love her okay?" Tony said
"You never know the ex playboy would come back any moment" at this everyone laughed
"Okay, Steve wanted to ask something to you so we'll leave you here okay? "Tony winked at you he knows wth!
They clossed the door and Steve looked at me
"Yes?" You asked politely.
"Will you be my date for the wedding" his eyes were clossed. He was so nervous.
"I'd love too Steve" you said and kissed his cheek. Oh how cute he looks blushing.
"Thank you so much!" He said and hugged you
"Its my pleasure" you said
"Now if you excuse me i'll get dressed for the wedding. It will take me 30 mins" you said
"Sure! You'll look gorgeous anyway" he said which made you blush.
You grabbed your stuff and left for the other room where we all should be getting ready. Pepper sat there getting ready. They all looked at your smile and smirked. They all knew you loved Steve.
"So what happened?" Nat asked
"What do you think?" You asked them
"Steve?" She asked
"Yes! He asked me if i can be his date for the wedding." You said and screamed
They all started laughing at how excited you were
You started to get ready.
"You know we should probably record these moments. We can show these to your kids." I said
I took my phone and started recording
"Pepper how are you feeling?"
"Amazing! I get to marry the man of my dreams. My love. I just can't say a single without crying. He is so good. He takes care of me and I LOVE HIM ENDLESSLY. I am nervous tho." She said wiping her tears away.
"Aww!" We all said
"Hold on we are recording that side too. I've texted Pietro for it!" Wanda said.
After i got ready I came in the room and looked at everyone who looked at me like I am the person who is getting married.
"So how am I looking?" I asked
"Amazing. Fantastic. Breathetaking." Everyone said
You held the water and started drinking
"Steve's dying and taking you home tonight!" Nat said
You chocked on it
They all laughed at you. And you blushed endlessly.
You wore a blue dress which fit you perfectly. Your hair is always curly so you decided to straight them.
Your makeup fits you perfectly and everything was perfect.
You got a call from Tony
"Hey!" You said
"You are making your date wait! Come fast" he said
"Well okay! I am just coming" I said
I then went to see Steve standing in a dark blue suit which was basically matching with mine. You smilled at him and he does to
"Hey! You look breathtaking, Y/n" he said and you blushed
"You look handsome as always Steve" you said and he held your hand and you then went to see your brother with his team members. Bucky was there too.
"Hello everyone!" I greeted still holding steve's arm
"Hey y/n! You look amazing!" Pietro says and hugs you.
"Thank you! You look wonderful too"
"Well, Really Y/n look amazing today, right Steve?" Bucky asked
Steve was red, his eyes showed many emotions some probably showed jealously because Pietro and Bucky complimented you.
"Yea she does! She is amazing everyday" Steve said
"Aww Thank you! Now excuse me i'll just see my brother for a min" i said
"Sure love, comfort him he need you." Steve said amd kissed your cheek and you blushed and left and saw your brother
"Tony!" You said and he looked at you
"You look amazing y/n I wonder how Steve is handling himself" and winked
"Stop man!" You slapped his back playfully
"How you feeling?" You asked
"Nervous! What if she dosen't want to marry me?" He asked
"Then why would she say yes to your proposal bro?" You assured
"Yea but-"
"No buts- everything is fine! She is coming and you are getting married" you said and he smilled
"Y/n? You like Cap why would you not say him? He asked
"I don't know what if he dosen't feel the same?" You said
"Why'd he ask you to be his date? Why'd he blush when you compliment or talk to him? Why'd he kiss your cheek which made you blush?" He asked and you smilled
"Can he make the first move?" You said
"He will if you go to him now. Its time for the wedding!" He said
You walked to him and stood next to him holdong his arm
"So Rogers? Enjoying the wedding?" You asked
"Yea! The arrangements are amazing." He said
"That's all because of me." You said and he chuckled
"Well yes!" He said
Pepper came. The wedding started. I saw My brother cry with Happy Tears. I saw My Dad in him. My father, Howard looked similar to him. I wiped my tears since i can't stop crying.
"Hey you okay?" Steve asked
"I just felt I saw Dad there. Tony looks so similar to him i just can't" you said and hugged him while you cried slowly not wanting to ruin your face.
"Hey! Look at me. Your dad is always next to you. Your mom too. They are watching you everywhere you get it" he said
"Mm! Thank you !" You said and he hugged you
"We now present you Mr and Mrs Stark." Everyone cheered
"We call Y/n Stark for the speech" they called you
"Hey everyone! I am here to say something for my brother and my beautiful sister in law. I can't thank you enough how you made him right. He was always right but you know an off track. I know he is very weird but he is a very good man. He helped me in highschool when he came back from abroad agter studies. When people got to know I was Tony's sister I got attention which made me nervous. He taught me how to handle it. And being a person with anxiety is hard. He helped me cope with it Okay i am probably talking too much good things about him but he is still a weirdo. Pepper, I just love how you comforted him when he needed someone. I was the happiest when I got to know he was seeing you and I was already your no. 1 fan. I am sure Mom and Dad are watching and are proud of your choice. And Pep they love you really. I am 100% sure. But anyways congratulations you guys . Love you and will always do. Today I saw Daddy in you. I saw Howard Stark in you, Anthony Stark i am not kidding. These tears are saying everything about how happy I am. I am so proud of you. I am sorry if my crying makes this wedding bad for you but I never had a chance to say them that you guys protected me like Mummy and Daddy. I am a grown up of 25 but I get sensetive sometimes. Thank you both for helping me. I love you both so much and will always do." you finished and noticed that Tony was crying and Pepper was too and Steve smilling at you.
After a while we were at the after party. It was all dance and fun
A slow song started to play and Steve came
"Y/n will you dance with me?" He asked
"I would love to" you accepted his hand
You slowly danced you both looking onto eachothers eyes. Him holding your waist and you keeping your hand on his chest and one on his neck
You just wanted to kiss him. You were too busy to notice that everyone was starring at how amazing you both were. After the song ended everyone clapped and you blushed and burried your head in his chest and he chuckled.
Soom we were off the stage. Me and Steve just blushed seeing eachother
"Can we talk?" You both said together
"Well yes!" He said
You both looking eachother in the eyes
"Steve! I-" you tried
"Y/n i love you. I am sorry its not like but I love you. Its from the past 4 years. I just can't hold my feelings i am sorry but I love you" he said
"I love you too Steve. I always thought my feelings weren't mutual but yes I love you-" you were cut off by him kissing you.
Slow and sweet all with sparks just like how you imagined
You both looked at eachother and smilled and he said
"Will you be my girl?" He asked
"I will be your girl!" You said and kissed him
Silently everyone saw this and cheered and you both blushed
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IG: navyvintage ❤
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anyhao-archived · 5 years ago
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1OFAKIND
9 member boy group
debut song: DUNK IT!
debut album: welcome to 1nderland
members:
mattie (16)
dancer, vocal, maknae, ‘02 line
energetic & hyper; cute & charismatic
still in school + incredibly short but still growing
drama queen & loves bothering RBF a lot
doesn’t speak any english despite his english (stage) name
the main advocate to get a cat. when they go to the shelter he doesn’t even bother going in the dog section. he goes straight to the cats and is literally the epitome of the “pls mom can we get him :(((” cliche while showing a cat to the CEO
he likes to joke that his only skill is cooking pizza rolls to absolute perfection. everyone knows that is a LIE but its funny so.
nathaniel (16)
dancer, rapper, speaks basic spanish, ‘02 line
mischief twin with mattie (though nathaniel’s a little eviler, and less hyper) the other members can’t leave them alone for a minute (like that 1 scene in community where the guy goes to get the pizza and a minute later the apartment is on fire) -- yeah.
calls the CEO “mom” jokingly until he slips up and means it
dropped out of school but getting his GED slowly. takes online classes and jack +suhyun help him
the first to volunteer for brightly colored hair (he gets the bright blue that vav’s ace had in dance with me)
suhyun (18)
vocal, composer, can play piano and guitar, born in 2000
soft, sweet and polite boy. well liked by everyone
he gives off the impression of being shy and quiet but he’s really not. he just waits for the right moment to roast someone. its not that he’s shy he just. really doesnt have much to say. when he does, though, everyone listens to him. more often than not its a quip at another member
speaks english pretty well, almost fluent
literal aegyo king. he looks so soft and sweet he’s already cute, but when he does puppy eyes and asks jaeyong/the CEO for something they immediately give in to him. he uses it for bad & selfish reasons, and refuses to do it on command (like on shows)
self proclaimed fashionista, gets irritated with the members when they purposely dress bad
the second to volunteer for colored hair (gets a dark red/burgundy)
haeyoung (19)
power vocal, dancer, 2nd leader, born in 1999
helps jack with choreographing
drama queen (part 2) always tries to one up mattie
even despite the rivalry to be dramatic, he LOVES mattie. he loves all the younger members, which is why he’s elected as 2nd leader -- to be an advocate for the younger members who sometimes perhaps don’t have the courage to complain to the hyungs
he loves dogs but animals don’t seem to like him. 
one day he gets fed up with being ignored by daisy and dramatically falls to the ground in the practice room floor and whines about daisy hating him. one of the members kick him to get up but he refuses. daisy slowly comes over, as if sensing his distress, and licks him on his face.
to this DAY he maintains that he did not cry, the members are all slandering him! from then on, though, daisy sleeps on haeyoung’s bottom bunk bed with him
he’s recently got his driver’s license but no one likes to be in the car with him. he’s literally a mess and no ones sure how he got the license
he followed the hair color trend: a light, cotton candy pink color
he LOVES SPARKLES!!!! always asks for sparkles in his makeup. his aegyo skill is second only to suhyun. haeyoung always just. GOES for it. he’s less pleading and more cutesy high voice pitch. half the members cringe, and half of them love it. the one who seems to enjoy it the most though is jaeyong, surprisingly.
minchan (20)
vocal, dancer, and visual, ‘98 line
dumb and dumber with wooyoung. (minchan is the dumber) literally never knows what’s going on. tends to get lost, and if wooyoung is there, wooyoung’s lost too. jaeyong finds them and drags them back by their collars
though he’s mainly a vocal, he’s a wonderful dancer, too. he’s got (some) background in ballet, which makes his dancing perfect for this group
an amazing artist and incredibly creative. he designs their album designs and helps with photography. he’s also incredible at makeup and loves to do members’ makeup. sometimes he teams up with suhyun to give a full makeover to one of the members -- makeup, hair, outfit, etc. their victim is usually haeyoung or jack.
a dog person, came up with daisy’s name
he’s got light brown hair, and he makes sure to make it fluffy every day
he prides himself on learning certain niche skills. he’s first aid and cpr certified. he can also knit! he’s also the best cook in the dorm (not the only one, but certainly the best)
wooyoung (20)
dancer, rapper, knows basic english, ‘98 line
loves dogs & is best friends with minchan. he’s the dumb portion of the dumb & dumber duo, even though both of them really aren’t idiots
HIMBO!!! like he is kind of dumb (in a good way at least) and he’s the one who posts the most selfies. he enjoys stripping and ripping off his shirt
he likes to edit videos, and learns how to compose from suhyun. he’s the one members go to if they’re having tech issues.
somehow, he is a technology nerd but also a gym rat?? he’s THAT GUY who takes gym selfies and meanwhile jaeyong’s in the background with his shirt off lmao
he’s the actor of the group. if there’s an offer to be in a drama or whatever he’d be the first to be picked
also has background in dance! more street style though, like pop/locking or bboying. when he and minchan work together their dancing is beautiful. almost like art in its own form
BJ -- aka: RBF (21)
stable vocal, dancer, face of the group, ‘97 line
doesn’t like to be touched
dramatic, but not drama queen type. more like draping himself over pieces of furniture in silk outfits while there’s candles barely lighting the old room
has black hair that needs a trim, always wearing black clothes, bracelets, etc. (like the cliche emo in middle school in 2009)
what a fucking MESS! he’s always cheating during games and refusing to move/work out more than strictly necessary. 
his stage name is literally BJ (their CEO thought it was funny, and he was always like ??? until jack told him what that means in English LOL and he’s SO SCANDALZIED! he’s that member who does a solo interview while the rest are off fuckin’ around. he does an entire vlive for this one rant. hes like, hey guys. now i know why you all laughed when i was introduced. jack told me what bj means in english! so im gonna change my stage name. i like the idea of letters. what do you guys think of rbf?’
‘you know what that stands for, too, right?’
of course! resting bitch face! don’t you think that suits me? nd thats how he goes from bj to rbf. their ceo thinks rbf is hilarious, too
he seems aloof but he actually has a lot of emotions. he tends to rant about anything, and jack’s the only one who rly listens to him.
he’s closest with suhyun, bc hes the only member who seems to understand him more than at a surface level. basically they’re a yin/yang type of friends
is very happy with his appearance. he likes being that dancer with swaying hips and lifting his shirt up. sexy dance! 
jack (21)
rapper, fluent in english, choreographer, ‘97 line
closest with jaeyong (they were together at a different company before)
quiet, responsible, and well liked
makes sure all members are heard and understood. he also teaches them english (especially mattie)
basically: hes the long suffering mother type and lives in the bedroom with mattie and nathaniel to watch over the mischief twins
probably the most intelligent but doesnt act like it. kind of a nerd and wears glasses, but he’s ... well built. looks good. hes basically the “hot nerd” with flannel and beanies cliche
his only downfall is he’s extremely unlucky. everything he touches breaks or falls apart lmao. like, he’s the tallest member and gives off ‘rough’ vibes but. he’s constantly tripping, or falling down stairs. however the members know better than to laugh at him lol they’ve seen him angry.
‘im not angry. im just disappointed’ the rest of the group: WE ALL KNOW THATS WORSE!
maknae line (mattie, nathaniel, and suhyun) are constantly following him around like little ducklings. it comes natural to mattie and nathaniel, and suhyun just enjoys being there lol
jaeyong (23)
leader, eldest, main rapper, born in 1995
he’s got experience in the industry and leads the rest of the group with that knowledge. he debuted briefly at the previous company but disbanded early. he left the company with jack and now they’re in the new one.
main driver!! he drives all the members everywhere and its an ongoing joke that hes a chauffeur. however he’s got... a little bit of road rage lmao
GYM RAT! he’s jacked!!! he rarely shows his abs though, preferring to tease fans lmao however wooyoung keeps taking pics of him when he’s shirtless in the gym (both on purpose and on accident)
he’s also a bit cliche. if jack was long suffering mom(TM) then he’s the slightly detached but well meaning father(TM) ! not afraid to call out his members, but listens with an open mind. he’s a great mediator if there’s any issues within the group
though jaeyong is the leader, jack tends to be the one herding all the kids and making sure they eat. jaeyong is more about pep talks and being strong, giving great speeches, etc. 
even though he seems like he’d be rough around the edges, he’s incredibly loving. in multiple ways. he teases, he rough houses, LOVES hugging the members until they cant breathe. he’s... also very susceptible to aegyo. like he cant help but be swayed. he will never admit it but haeyoung and suhyun’s aeygo make his heart race
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beetlebop · 5 years ago
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Numbers 1 and 12 for the love tropes meme~? For the OG Juice man!
f/o love tropes asks
Aborted Declaration of Love: How long did it take for you to finally confess to your F/O? How did it go? Were there several attempts, or was it just The One?
it took fucking forever for me to confess to him cause I’m a big nervous baby. i work myself to do it numerous times and chicken out every single time cause I’m scared. I get a lot of pep talks from ghost mom and dad they mean well but I’m so fucking nervous about it that whatever they told me just goes right out the window. I honestly probably confessed on accident like he made me laugh and something and I just smile at him and go “god I love you” and he just whips his head around really fast at that and just stares at me. It takes a minute but I finally realize what I said and get really embarrassed and flustered and just go “I have to go” and go out of the room super fast and lock myself in the bathroom and just cover my face in my hands and scream cause I just said what I’d been hiding for months. he for sure follows cause he’s not about to not have an answer why. he’s thrown for a loop sure but he’s also super smug about it. he ignores the locked door and pops up inside finding my embarrassed ass and I’m like fuck this is the worst possible thing and immediately start word vomiting all over the place like it’s ok if he doesn’t feel the same way it just slipped out and he probably didn’t like a silly little breather like me anyways and he just zips my mouth closed literally and goes “babes why do you think i even bothered to stay around this shithole? sure stirring up shit for the Maitlands and deetz is fun and all but I stayed for you.” and oops there I go I’m crying and he doesn’t know what to do except unzip my mouth and look away awkwardly and I just hop up and immediately rush to hug him
Accidental Hand Hold: When did you first hold hands with your F/O?
Lydia probably put on a scary movie to watch and forces me to watch with her and keatlejuice just tags along cause he likes making fun of breather movies tbh and me being the scardy cat i am I probably unconsciously reach out and hold his hand. hes fucking confused as all hell cause he’s way scarier than anything in this damn movie and yet I’m holding his hand as if my life depended on it. he’s not complaining though. nope not one bit.
After-Action Patch-Up: How does your F/O react when they see you got hurt? How do they tend to your injury?
oof boy if he ever sees that I’m hurt he’s immediately pissed the fuck off and ready to find whoever did it and send them to a worse fate than death. spoiler alert: it was me most of the time. once he calms down he definitely goes and grabs shit outta the bathroom cabinet and cleans my wounds and put band-aids on them. I just hold out my wounded area and go “kiss it better?” and he grumbles but totally does it. it’s only cause I asked not that he wanted to do that
Almost Kiss: What was your first kiss with your F/O like?
It wasn’t anything special just mostly him sliding up to where I was grabbing my waist and dipping my down and planting a big old smooch on my lips and I’m so frazzled I don’t kiss him back and he sets me back on my feet with a grin and starts to walk away and I just reach forward and grab his arm and he turns back at me with a brow quirked, grin still on his face, and I lean up to kiss him on the mouth which he returns obviously
Beautiful Dreamer: Who’s usually the first to fall asleep while the other stares and admires?
I always fall asleep first once it gets late enough or I just get sleepy. I always end up falling asleep on him on top of him an he just lazily runs his fingers through my hair with the most loving smile watching me sleep. Lydia has pictures of these little encounters and he wants to burn them cause he ain’t soft no matter what she says.
Bodyguard Crush: How does your F/O make you feel safe?
Makes sure if we are in public to just generally touch me maybe a hand snaked around my waist pulling me next to him, ready to fight / murder anyone that even dares to look at me or make me uncomfortable. if I’m scared he lets me snuggle into him arm draped across me drawing patterns into my back. just like being around?? something about his whole presence makes me feel super safe.
Caught In The Rain: How does your F/O react if a sudden rainstorm interrupts your date with them?
gets really grumpy and angry for sure ready to 100% fight the weather and / or that stupid breather weather man for getting the weather wrong but that all stops once I start yawning and I lean forward rest my head on his shoulder. eh maybe that’ll get done later, much later
Grow Old With Me: How long have you and your F/O been together?
if we are talking real time? it’s about 8 years it’s been a really long time time for me and him honestly
Laugh Of Love: What are some things your F/O does to make you laugh?
cracking jokes! complete with references and costume changes! definitely pulls out the sexually charged jokes once he knows that I laugh at those too. just yells out curses sometimes and it just gets me so tickled I snort, “gosh babes you’re making me fall to pieces with how hot you look” cue him actually falling apart and me crying from laughing so hard, scares people cause it always, always makes me laugh and he loves that.
Love Epiphany: When and how did you realize you loved your F/O? When and how did they realize they loved you?
I probably figured it out once I realized I was constantly staring at him way too long and getting caught every single time and he just winks at me going “like what’cha see, baby?” and I get embarrassed and almost blurt out that I do and I’m like fuck shit oh no fuck I love him shit for him he’d probably have to be beat over the head by barb and Adam about it and he’d deny it rambling that “he doesn’t like breathers especially ones not cute little pretty ones who laugh at his jokes and has a fuckin cute laugh. it’s not like he’s thought about kissing her — he means breathers — all the time and he definitely hasn’t thought about wanting to fuck her senseless definitely not.” and oops did he confess yes. but fuck you.
Marry For Love: Are you and your F/O married? If so, how was the wedding like? If you aren’t, do you plan on getting married, and if so, how would you like it to be like?
listen I have stated before that I would 1000% get over my commitment issues for this fool but that being said it’s gunna take a lot for me to actually agree. he’s been trying boy has he been trying. I do call him my husband off hand sometimes and he just goes “wanna make it official then, babes?” and maybe one day I’m just like “yes” and he’s already prepared for my whole “yes but not right now” speech and he’s thrown off for a second but he so genuinely happy because he’s been trying to marry me for ages. the wedding wasn’t anything big he took over the house again for it though and insisted that I’d wear the dress he made me with his powers — he wasn’t about to let his girl go wear some dumb old breather dress. he totally wears the same suit he did during lydia’s wedding cause that’s all he has and my dress is obviously a black and white motif. Barbara and Lydia did my makeup and he actually bought stole a ring — it’s a tarnished sliver ring with a emerald in the middle
Post-Kiss Catatonia: How did you and your F/O react to your first kiss together?
I was a fucking mess and couldn’t think straight bc holy shit we’re kissing we’re kissing we’re kissi—
he on the other hand hand been wanting to do this since day one and is really happy he did it especially after I decided to kiss him back. he’s smug about the whole thing but also he has the most zonked out look on his face the fucking sappy bastard. he decides right then and there he likes kissing me so he’s going to do it any chance he gets.
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asianpower5 · 6 years ago
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Ok so its been 24 hours since I saw the movie and I wanted to write down my thoughts, most of it is for me so I can go back and read how I felt about it years from now, its going to be very long and wordy but im just writing as the thoughts come and now worrying about grammar or anything, that includes timeline, so my thoughts may come to me out of order . I’m going to put it all under read more so i dont spoil it for any of you lovely people
So I got to the theater like 40 minutes early because I just couldnt contain myself and I wanted to get my perfect seat. Wore my new HTTYD shirt and brought my toothless plushie from build a bear (another little girl had the same idea she was so cute)
but now onto the movie
they threw me for a loop I was totally expecting a “this is berk’” speech as the very opening, not the raid, but honestly this movie is about change so I liked the change. But I still got my fix, because as they flew back to Berk my only thought was “this is berk”, AND THEN HE SAID THE THING YES.
Loved the scene in the great forge, it just really showed how big Berk is and how many vikings there are, and seeing them all happy and enjoying a meal together just warmed my heart, plus Gobber teasing Astrid and Hiccup about marriage and Valka beating Spitelout at arm wrestling haha.
Tuffnut was comedic gold, talking about his “beard” and giving hiccup bro pep talks. And when he said the earth was round? and the stars? I almost died laughing. 
Grimmel  being a complete jerk and drugging those poor dragons with their own venom.
Fetch with Hiccup’s leg?? and him dropping it in Astrid’s lap and then being over protective of the leg when Stormfly came near it? Then Hiccup tickling Astrid, what did we do to deserve such a cute Hiccstrid scene?
Toothless meeting the light fury was even better than I thought, he was such a dork and had no idea what to do, then looking to Hiccup for advice about how to flirt oh gosh silly boy.
Im calling Hiccup out on his saying Astrid isnt a romantic, I mean Hiccup is totally the hopeless romantic, but Astrid in my mind is totally a secret romantic, at least when it comes to her own relationship.
Also Toothless practicing his mating dancing by watching his shadow and studying the naddars as they danced was so adorable.
Ok ngl I actually thought Grimmel had shot Toothless in the house, and I was so happy to see that is was part of their plan and that he had back up (sorry Fishlegs I love you and you took one for the team so good on you!). Why I was surprised by this idk, I know these characters enough to know that they would pull something like that. BUT HICCUP TELLING GRIMMEL OFF AND CALLING HE OUT FOR SITTING IN STOICKS CHAIR, YES BOY. That just made the feeling of Berk being attacked and flames burning everywhere hurt so much more.
The meeting with all of Berk? Just wow, I mean first off I love that Hiccup had his whole gang up there with him, just goes to show that he really trusts them and values them as being part of the team. Astrid sticking up for my boy and Tuff just going “IM WITH HIM WHO ELSE” A plus team work, I loved the support. Not to mention the fact that Hiccup was able to convince them all to pack up what little they could carry and leave. I mean we know from the first movie that vikings are stubborn, but they are also capable of change. The fact that they left their home of 7 generations and probably left some import things they couldnt carry with them was such an amazing gesture. And Berk really is where ever the vikings are, it is not just a single island. It really hurt to see them leave the island, the place where it all started, but the fact that they all stuck together really shows how strong of a bond they have as a people. 
Light fury knocking Hiccup off Toothless, such a sassy girl I love her. I mean come on Toothless was obviously gunna save him. Also the sheeps wanting to be dragons is something I never new I needed, especially after seeing how afraid of dragons they used to be (I mean the dragons did hunt them, but im all here for them cosplaying as their favorite dragons) 
I JUST REMEMBERED I NEVER TALKED ABOUT FLASHBACKS SO LETS DO THAT NOW. First of little toddler Hiccup??? THE FRICKIN CUTEST THING EVER OK. I know there was a line in the trailer that wasnt in the movie the one where Stoick says something like “I believe its your destiny to find the hidden world so dragons and vikings no longer need to fight” but I wasnt sad that they didnt keep this line. I think it makes more sense to have what they did, Stoick talking about finding the hidden world so they could protect Berk from it. I mean this took place when they were still fighting dragons, so yea the line about destiny could mean he thinks Hiccup would destroy the hidden world, but the tone of the scene was so calm and relaxing that to me it gave off the vibe that Stock was implying that Hiccup would unite their worlds, which doenst make sense since again they were still at war with the dragons at this point. So I liked what they had in the movie, I think what they kept fit the tone and it still showed how Berk was at war with the dragons.
NEXT FLASHBACK. Little Hiccup just sneaking down the stairs and then his little face like “oh shit” when he saw his dad was up and trying to sneak back up. The way he said he wanted water, I JUST IT WAS SO CUTE, whoever voiced tiny hiccup good job because omg it was so cute. How happy he was to go over to his dad and sit on his lap.  When he asked Stoick if he would get them a new mom, my heart just broke I mean Hiccup was so young that he didn’t fully grasp the situation, and I mean before Hiccup got caught sneaking downstairs we saw Stoick crying. That was so important to me I mean Stoick the Vast, he is massive, and remember the first movie the fact about him ripping a dragons head off as a baby? Yea this character who basically screams masculinity has yet another vulnerable scene, showing yet again that crying is ok (I mean back in the first movie when he told Hiccup he wasnt his son, and when he met Valka again?? yes please keeping showing people that being masculine doenst mean you cant cry!). Stoick teaching Hiccup about love, yes dad points for you, I adore the scenes like these, that show how much Stock loves his family, he would be so proud of Hiccup and who he has become. OH YEA SIDE NOTE HOW I FORGET HICCUPS STUFFED DRAGON? THROWBACK TO THE TV SERIES THANK YOU.
New Berk, cuz thats the best I got to call it right now, love how everyone basically immediately goes to claiming their areas ahha.
Ok Snotlout my boy did you really just say “who died and made yout Chief” because too soon, I still love you
Low key thought they were gunna make Snotlout and Eret a thing, despite the weird flirting Snotlout had with Valka. I mean he was trying to be taller than Eret, and Eret was like hah no, yall id ship it ngl eret and snotlout 
Toothless meeting up with the light fury again, but this time trusting his instincts is another reminder that toothless is in fact an animal, a very intelligent animal, but an animal who has instincts and a desire to be with his own kind, I mean can you blame him? Its been at least 6 years since hes seen another dragon that was like him, maybe even longer depending on how long he was alone before he met hiccup. 
The throw back to the forbidden friendship scene? With toothless drawing in the sand, and oh God I never thought I would get so emotional about sand but dang that sand animation just was so realistic that I wanted to touch it. Hiccup being like “wow now you can draw”, Toothless growling at the light fury like he did to Hiccup back in the first for stepping on his art, come on guys Toothless worked hard on his art! The light fury flying away but toothless not being able to follow her, another throwback to when he couldnt fly with the dragons during the snoggletog special.
Hiccup making toothless a tail to fly alone, and Im glad they added the part when Astrid said they tried it before, again throwback to snoggletog, and that he didnt want the tail, and Hiccup clarifying that it was because he had no need to fly alone before. Now my only worry here is that the casual fan will just think that the exchange is a copout, I mean unless you remember the special you wouldnt know that they tired making him a tail fin and he didnt want it, so to the casual fan it might seem like they only added the comment to answer the question “If hiccup could make a tail fin why did he never do it before?”. Seeing the special where toothless destroys the tail really adds a layer of depth to the scene, because those of us who saw it remember that it was a statement that even though Hiccup had the ability to create a tail so toothless could fly alone, toothless wanted to fly with his best friend and didnt care for the tail. 
now the actual scene with toothless flying alone finding the light fury, first off it was so cute how he showed her his new tail! He was so proud of it, and no doubt proud of his best friend for making it. The scene itself though reminded me so much of the romantic flight, the way they flew together above the clouds and how it gave a sense of flight because we couldnt see the ground, ugg it was so beautiful. I was honestly blown away by the animation, the clouds and the color, they were all so beautiful. Toothless and the light fury flying together and really bonding, similar to Astrid and Hiccup on their first flight together, ugg all the throwbacks to the first movie really killed me. Also Toothless trying to copy the light fury and how she goes invisible was so cute, he was like “ah yes I got this, wait no shit again, no shit again again!” then he basically summons thors power of lighting and finds his new power, so proud of my baby. 
Now I fully believe that Toothless was going to go back to Hiccup after he spent time with the light fury in the hidden world, no way my boy would leave my other boy without a goodbye. But the other started to freak Hiccup out, I mean Hiccup knew his best friend would come back, but the others made him doubt it and seeing him freak out was heart breaking.
Astrid being like boy hop on we gonna get yo dragon, yes girl. Honestly them going into the hidden world on Stormfly? I mean need i say anything about the animation in this scene? The visuals were just breath taking, I cannot put it into words. Tootheless being the alpha is always a win, also Astrid calling him a king and Hiccup realizing that this beautiful place of dragons, is not place for humans, because Valka said it best, greedy humans ruin everything.
Hiccup and Astrid getting caught by a dragon and then going on a fun slide ride, and of course toothless comes through as the alpha to protect his humans, ALSO STORMFLY DONT THINK I FORGOT ABOUT HER, CUZ YES. I mean just like toothless Stormyfly will protect her human best friend, and I love her. 
How did I forget the next raid scene? I mean dang again the visuals and the lighting were just so spot on. Them all getting trapped? Valka being a badass and working with Cloudjumper to save them? Hiccup jumping and just escaping the clutches of Grimmels dragon? RUFFNUT
Ruffnut my girl dont think I forgot about you, I just I dont even know what to do with you. She was amazing, I mean shes just does not care, not scared that shes a prisoner, she fricking just talks about how ‘hot’ she is and just other random stuff about her life, like girl give me that confidence. But when she talked about the island i was like girl no dont do that, but her flying back and saying she doenst look back in response to being asked about being followed was pretty darn funny.
Bro the scene of the light fury and toothless getting captured? Toothless protecting her and telling the other dragons to stand down, at least until they can escape. Just heart breaking, help is so close, but I guess thats the downside of being the alpha, having that power can be used against you.
Astrid my girl, pep talking my boy Hiccup JUST LIKE THE FIRST MOVIE. And yes parallels again, just like in the first one Astrid said things to hiccup, she was very honest with him pointing out the things that had done wrong, the first pointing out how messy the situation got because of the lies, and in this movie pointing out how he constantly doubts himself, and in both Hiccup has a sassy comment regarding her pep talks, but Astrid always follows up with the good, like how he was the first viking to ride a dragon or how he was always brave, even without toothless, showing how she would always be by his side to support him and help him, especially when hes about to do something stupid. I just ugg they are couple goals, they dont even need to say I love you because they SHOW IT in their actions, in their support for eachother, their cute banters, and I am here for it. ALSO I MEAN HE KISSED HER HAIR EARLY AND THEN HER FOREHEAD THOSE ARE SO CUTE TO ME AND JUST SO NATURAL FOR THEM AHHH. Also “so what are you gunna do about it” “probably something stupid” YES YES YES I AM HERE FOR THAT SHIT
Everyone jumping off the island so they can ‘fly’ on their own, just first off so visually amazing, and second off so symbolic to me of each of them spreading their own wings and growing up into amazing people. 
Fishlegs and his baby dragon, I mean come on lets be real that shit is adorable, and baby dragon had his big dragon (does that dragon have a class name? because I dont remember it) friend and Fishlegs be like dont mess with baby dragon. 
Yooo I knew it, from the trailer I was like “Tuffnut is probs pissed that this dude cut off his hair beard” and boom it happned, but rip hair beard (until the end of the movie that is when it comes back)
Yall that unspoken scene where Hiccup and Astrid are just frickin shit up WHILE THEY JUST LOOK AT EACHOTHER, I MEAN HICCUP JUST CASUALLY THROWS SHIT TO START A FIRE AND THE ENTIRE TIME THEY ARE STARING AT EACHOTHER HAVE A CONVERSATION COMPLETELY WITH THEIR EYES LIKE THAT IS SOME NEXT LEVEL SHIT AND COUPLE GOALS.
I got such satisfaction out of Toothless destroying grimmels arrow shoter thing and watching as Grimmel started to get afraid, I mean this dude was so confident in his abilites, and up until now he has had the upper hand, but then you can see the “oh shit moment” as he realizes he is starting to lose and heck yea im here for it. Speaking of oh shit moments, when hiccup was riding toothless and they wer getting attacked? and then toothless is like “I SUMMON YOU THOR AND YOUR LIGHTING” and hiccup was like WTH?!!??!?!?
Ok yall that scene when toothless got shot, and hiccup is hanging from the light fury with grimmel on his leg? I mean Grimmel really thought that he had won, he underestimated the love Hiccup has for Toothless, and the moment that Hiccup told the light fury to save Toothless and he let go? the hesitation she had trying to pick who to save? her new mate, or his best friend that she now seems to understand has a great important meaning to toothless? The image of Hiccup falling, and the camera angle? I mean seeing him fall from above, seeing it in his face that he was content, content knowing that his best friend would be alive and safe and that Grimmel would no longer be able to hurt the dragons or his people? Such a self sacrifice, a true Chief just like his father. 
Then the light fury to the rescue! Hiccup being like LOL BYE GRIMMLE YOU DEAD. Also reminded me of when he started to ride toothless back in the first movie and they fell and hiccup got back on his back and in control just in time, because dang she saved him his butt just before he hit the water. But seriously I loved this scene, she went back for hiccup, she saw the interactions Toothless had with him, how Toothless protected him and Astrid in the hidden world, how Toothless CHOSE HICCUP when he saw him in danger in the hidden world, she came to realize that this boy is important to Toothless, and she saw that Hiccup was willing to die for Toothless, and she went back and saved him, and God I got emotional.
Also Hiccup leaning on Astrid because he has lost his prostectic leg, yessss im here for it
NOW TO THE REAL TEAR JERKER I mean gosh you could just see the realization again in Hiccup that the dragons didnt belong with them on Berk, that even though they love the dragons and the dragons love them, even though they have worked together for years and they want to live together in peace they just cant do it safely.There are too many people out in the world who would attack berk, and we have seen that both in the movies and the show, and that puts both the people and the dragons at risk. 
It was safest for everyone if the dragons went to the hidden world, where no one could find them, well expect Hiccup and Astrid who have been there once. I just cant though, that scene was just so amazing and heart crushing. I mean you can see it that Toothless doesnt want to leave his best friend, and Hiccup doenst want him to leave, but he reassures him that its ok that its best for everyone and that its time to say good bye for now, not forever though. Then oh God how Astrid follows him, because she knows hes right too, she knows that they can no longer live with their dragons safely, and she takes off Stormflys saddle and says good bye to her best friend. THEN VALKA who has lived with the dragons for 20 years, she knows too and she doenst hesitate to let Cloudjumper go free, and it made so much sense to me that she was so willing to do so even after being together for 20 years, she has protected them for 20 years so there is no doubt in my mind that Valka would do this without a second though if it meant that was the best thing for her friend. THEN OMG EVERYONE ELSE FOLLOWS THAT JUST HURT SO MUCH. I mean ever single Berkian seens what Hiccup did, and everyone knows they have a special bond, I mean they all have a special bond with their dragons, but Hiccup and Toothless are different, they were the only pair that we know of that needed each other to fly, I mean sure the other vikings needed their dragons to fly but their dragons didnt need them to fly, toothless relied on hiccup to control his tail and that bond is so special. Anyway, I just thought that all the others saw Hiccup doing this, and hes their Chief the man who started the whole riding dragons for them, so I have no doubt in my mind that they would follow his lead, and again to me they see Hiccup and Toothless doing this letting go, so they must think “If these two can do it so can I”. I just really think it shows how much the vikings truly care for their dragon friends, when you love someone you want the best for them, you want them to be happy, even if that means you need to say goodbye. And thats what happened here the vikings loved their dragons so much that they were willing to say goodbye to their friends if it meant that they would be save, and the same goes in the other direction, the dragons are not dumb and I believe they knew that leaving is what was best too, that leaving meant that their viking friends would be safer. The love they all have for each other is so amazing. I only wish that the goodbye was long, I am so bad at goodbyes and omg I just wish they had a longer time to say goodbye, not only to their dragons but to the others as well, I mean toothless saying goodbye to Astrid and Stormfly too Hiccup? uG I SUCK AT GOOD BYWS OK I JUST WANT EVERYONE TO BE ABLE TO SAY GOOD BYE TO ALL THE DRAGONS.
But man i said to myself ‘you can do it dont cry’ didnt work, I sobbed, legit sobbed, and it wasnt my normal movie cry were its just tears, it was the kind where you can feel the pain in your chest from your heart beating to hard, from trying to hold back the chocked sobs so no one else would  get annoyed, although lets be real they are did the same thing so we all cried.  Seeing them all fly off, AND THE REVERSE HAND TOUCH I CANNOT, THAT REALLY HURT I JUST COULDNT TAKE IT THE PARALLELS REALLY KILLED ME THE ENTIR MOVIE. Then Toothlesses look back at Hiccup, and then the long shot and seeing the massive wave of dragons, and then seening toothless following from the back as he is the last to leave, the vikings looking on with sadness and fondness for their dragons, really did come for my heart.
NOW ONTO HAPPY TIMES. the Wedding, oh my god, how lucky can a girl be? I got to see the mother of all my OTPs get married, and dang they were beautiful, and they looked so happy, it just warmed my heart to know that these two dorks who truly have a special relationship finally got married. Then Gobber called them Chief and Chiefstriss and wow really hit me hard that these two were going to lead Berk together, because they are always there to support each other. THEN that kiss so cute, and how Hiccup goes to gently cup her face with his hands, just wow my otp is the best.
Then we again have love master Tuffnut who will take Snotlout as his new student, and FISHLEGS HAS A LITTLE BABY GRUNKLE STUFFED ANIMAL IN HIS BAG. aND RUFF being like “you win i love sensitive guys” Then we have Hiccup and Astrid looking out to the sea as their friends and family come together with them, and Astrid lays her head on his shoulder so great.
Now dang my boy HICCUP WITH A BEARD??? BEARDCUP IS REAL, and he is wearing his fur cap, and Astrid looking like a frickin QUEEN, and AGAIN HOW LUCKY CAN A GIRL BE I SEE A WEDDING AND I GET CHILDREN????? MY OTP HAS TWO CHILDREN???? AND THEY ARE GORGEOUS.
buT DANG when they saw Toothless through the fog and then the light fury and then the little baby heads pop up, and you can see how happy Hiccup is. But Toothless doenst immediatly recognize him, which makes sense because I mean 10 year for humans can change the looks drastically, and hiccup has a beard now so he doenst look like what toothless remembered, plus hes the alpha and must protect his family. Astrid protecting her children like a frickin badass mom, and Zephry hidding behind her mom and Nuffink going into her chest? Ug love it, they trust their mom to protec them, and I love this to because it really shows that they are children, I mean I have no doubt that Astrid and Hiccup are going to raise them to be brave, I mean its Hiccup and Astrid, but they are still children and well they have grown in a world without dragons, different than their parents, we know at that age Astrid was fearless, I mean she wanted to fight a flightmare, but now the world has changed and they arent at war and they can raise their kids as kids, and I love that they showed that fear in the children it just gave a sense of realism to me. 
Then HIccup DID THE THING with the hand and Toothless finally was like “WAIT THIS IS MY HUMAN” and his eyes went big and omg how he attacked him with kisses and licks. Then Astrids laugh to see them reunite, and them urging their kids that it was ok, and remember before when I said they would raise brave kids? Well this little cuties were afraid, but they still listened and trusted their parents, and omg Zephry was so stiff from fear and her face, and Nuffink was hiding his face, but Hiccup came and showed them how to approach Toothless, and wow here we go again with the hand touch and HIccup telling them to let him come to them, and Toothless did the thing AND OMG THEIR REACTION WAS SO CUTE. The way Zephry cocked her head and smiled, and how Nuffink dropped his hand from his face and his mouth widened in awe of his dragon. 
THEN I GET TO SEE HICCUP WITH HIS SON RIDING TOOHTLESS? AND HIS SOON IS JUST MAKING THE CUTEST LITTLE WAVING MOTIONS WITH HIS HANDS. And hiccup throwing his kid in the air as he giggles in delight, and I swear I heard him say “Dada” and it killed me. Then Astrid being Astrid flys right passed them ON STORMFLY, like thank you for not forgetting about my girl, because she loves Stormfly and Stormfly loves her and seeing Astrid ride her with her daughter just made the scene even better. They could have easily forgotten about my girl, but they didnt, they didnt do her dirty, I may not have gotten to see the moment when she and Stormfly met again, BUT I SAW THEY RIDING TOGETHER AND THATS GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME.
Oh yea bonus points for seeing the light fury and the babies flying with them. Then Hiccup just flys upside down dropping Nuffink on Astrids head, and ug the way he just casually clings to his mother, then I was like wow I hope Zephry gets to ride Toothless with he father, AND THEN HE PULLED UP NEXT TO THEM AND HELD OUT HIS HAND TO DO JUST THAT, dreamworks you really came through for me, thank you so much for allowing Dead and all the other hard workers of this franchise make this amazing world for us. It tore my heart apart, but I loved every second of it, and I have no regrets, it was honestly a great ending,no matter how badly it hurt and how badly I wanted them to live together forever, it was just the perfect ending with a great lesson about letting go and moving on, becoming your own person, and being happy with the memories you had, because being able to say you loved something or someone and letting them go is better than never loving them at all, thats what happend to the vikings and dragons, and thats what happened to me personally at the end of it all. I cant wait to relive the magic and watch all the movies again. 
oh how could I forget? The end credits, you thought the pain ended with the end of the movie nope the credits are going to give you every major scene from each movie, reminding us where we started and where we have come to, and that was just the cherry on top of it all. 
Also side note a girl sat behind me and she goes “is that a toothless plushie?” and yes it was so she asked to see it so i handed him to her and we started talking about the movie, she was able to see it during an early release boo i had work. Anyway she asks me how old i was when the first came out, and I said 16, she seemed shook and i asked her the same, she said she was 5, so if math does me right she would be about 14/15. I was older than she is currently is when the first movie came out, thats wild. Then i laughed off the age difference saying “you would never know ill be 25 in a week”, and her (i assume) mom said I looked young haha. But because of the age difference I gave her some good life advice, I told her not to care about what others think of you, Im almost 25 crying over a dragon movie that means the world to me as i sit with my dragon plushie, and her mom just agreed with me and told her to listen to me because I knew what I was saying haha. Shout out to this girl too because shes the one who told me that Hiccup and Astrids’s kids had cannon names, I had been avoiding everything I could about this movie so I was glad to be up to date on that.
Wow this took me like 2 hours to write i think? I mean yea it was mostly for me to read later in life so I can remember this day, all the photos i took before hand, and all the excitement I had, wow Hi future me! Sorry about all the grammar mistakes but Im just typing as the thoughts come, hope I didnt break your heart again as you read all this. Until next time
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kumkaniudaku · 7 years ago
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Wing Man: Two
Chadwick Boseman x CoCo (Black!Reader)
Warnings: Language, Smut references
A/N: Future pieces to this series will posted on this blog!
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“Lucy, I’m home,” Tasha cooed into the unusually quiet and warm Harlem apartment. 
Usually Tasha drive in from New Jersey every other weekend after her job with the New Jersey Nets, barge into Chad’s apartment unannounced, scream some television line and wait for his sarcastic reply. Today, only the sound of a body shifting on the bed in the other room acted as a reply to her ‘I Love Lucy’ reference.
Rounding the corner Tasha found her lean, lanky best friend upside down on his bed. His shoulders and head hung off of the side, nearly touching the floor as he absentmindedly stared at the worn ceiling. A t-shirt and a pair of boxers hung loosely off of his frame and scruff peppered his jawline. The usually strong and almost regal young man looked withered and tired, as if he had been in his current position for days.
“Chad,” Tasha started quietly. His eyes briefly shifted to her while she stood in the door frame before they moved back to focus on the invisible spot on the ceiling. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? How long have you -”
“She broke up with me.” He deadpanned. Though his voice held little emotion, his eyes told a different story. A glassy gloss covered them, indicating that he had been crying at some point during the day over the loss of his long-term girlfriend, Jayme.
Tasha let out the breath that she didn’t know she was holding before pushing her body away from the door and sitting on the floor beside his head. He also let out a deep breath while turning lay on his stomach.
“Did she say why?”
“Something about not wanting to wait forever while I chase this acting dream.” He answered, using air quotes to illustrate the sarcasm on her end of the exchange. “She also said that she met another man. Travis.”
A drawn out groan into one of his pillows punctuated the sentence, the first verbal indication of his frustration.
“What? That’s...insane. I’m sorry, Aaron,” Tasha added rubbing his head over her shoulder. “Fuck Travis.”
A dry chuckle slipped from Chadwick’s lips as he slid from the bed to join Tasha on the floor. Lying his head on her lap, he stared up at her with a heartbreaking look of devastation in his eyes. To avoid his gaze, she focused her attention on the circles she rubbed against his forehead.
“Maybe…maybe she’s right.”
“What! Chad, no!”
“I’ve been here for nine years, T! I don’t have shit to show for it. Not a steady TV spot, a commercial, a straight to DVD movie; nothing. I’m chasing a dream that isn’t meant for me. I’m a director, not the guy in the front.”
Another awkward silence enveloped the stuffy New York apartment while Tasha tried to find the words to lift his spirits. A joke at this time was obviously inappropriate and there was no way that you would agree with him.
Chadwick hadn’t landed any serious roles but he was overlooking the work that he had accomplished. Deep Azure was a tremendous success and his directorial work garnered. enough accolades to necessitate another page for his official biography. Most importantly, his work with at the Schaumburg Center was impactful to the youth that regarded him as a superstar. At any point in the afternoon, one could find middle school aged children crowded around Chadwick and hanging on to his every word as if his voice held the key to life. They respected him more than anyone else in the building, wanting nothing more than to make him proud.
“Let’s go. We’re not sitting here and sulking.” Tasha demanded, pushing his head from her lap and standing to her.
Chadwick shot back a bewildered look as his eyes moved quickly between her stern expression and outstretched hand. “Are you being serious?”
“You bet your sweet ass I am! Let’s go. Now.”
Shuffling to stand up, Chadwick barely had a chance to grab hold to Tasha’s hands before she began dragging him into the bathroom to position him in front of the dingy mirror. 
“What do you see?”
“I see...me?” He stated confused at Tasha’s��intentions. “What is this about?”
“Can I tell you what I see?” She asked looking at him for approval to continue. Chadwick’s lips spread into a slight smile as a signal for permission. Placing a hand on each shoulder, Tasha hid her body behind his and began to speak. 
“I see a Black man that fought tooth and nail to make it out of his fine arts program. Remember those long ass nights writing and rewriting drafts? Learning lines so you could relate to the actors on stage?”
“Damn near sleeping in the theater some nights,” he chuckled, vivid memories of those experiences flashing in his mind. The grind was his favorite part.
Tasha rubbed his shoulders before gently tugging them back so that he would stand up straight. “I see a man with enough passion in his eyes to make the world go ’round. I see Mr. Chad, the only person at Schaumburg to get those rowdy ass kids to be quiet and listen.”
Chadwick’s eyes moved from Tasha’s to finally look at himself in the mirror. He looked both confused and intrigued. How could Tasha see all of this when all he found looking back at him was the taunting face of a man that had failed to make his dreams reality.
“I also see,” Tasha continued “a man that loves with his whole heart and is going to make a woman very happy but, only when the time is right. You are amazing. You’re walking directly in your purpose. Your accomplishments are plenty and this is only the beginning. So tuck that chapped ass bottom lip back in and get it together, Aaron. You’re going to be just fine.”
Tasha playfully slapped Chadwick’s cheeks in as a way to smack him back to reality. Finally, a toothy grin found a resting spot on his face as he took one last look at himself in the mirror.
“Thank you,” He muttered, turning to lean against the sink and face Tasha “For everything. I owe you a hug.
“Oh no you don’t!” She exclaimed in an attempt to dodge his outstretched arms. “You stink! How long have you been in that bed?”
“I don’t know. Two days?” The longtime best friends scrunched their faces in disgust as the realization that he hadn’t showered in 48 consecutive hours settled into their brains.
“Gross, Aaron! Take a shower and get dressed.”
“Please don’t make me leave the house, CoCo.” He whined, using Tasha;s nickname in an attempt to change her mind.
“Don’t CoCo me! We’re going out because I need a drink and you need some fresh air to hit that funky ass body of yours.”
An incredulous look followed by incoherent mumbles drew a boisterous laugh from CoCo as she flopped down on the bed to being her wait.
If a pep talk couldn’t cheer him up, Tasha knew a double shot of whiskey and a dance party would do the trick. They hadn’t been out together in months. She missed their nights running the streets in the Summer, staying out too late and drinking too much. She’d try to set him up with some unsuspecting girl at the bar when she was fueled by liquid courage and he’d laugh and talk her down, usually citing his relationship or work as his reason to decline. It was always a lie, but it stopped Tasha long enough for him to change the subject.
“None of that matchmaker stuff tonight, Tasha. I’m serious,” Chadwick admonished as he closed the cab door after she’d exited the vehicle.
“Oh c’mon! You need it!”
“I’m serious, Co. Drinks only.”
Chadwick only pulled out Tasha’s nickname when he wanted something or when he needed to assert himself. The words she opened her mouth to counter his point with never made it into the warm summer air because of Chad’s conversation ending glare.
“Buzzkill,” Slipped pass CoCo’s lips in a disgruntled mumble causing Chadwick to scoff.
The usual bar was bursting at the seams with natives and tourists looking for a little fun to kick off the season. Jamie Foxx’s “Blame It” rattled the glass windows surrounding the bricked building, filling Tasha’s heart with excitement. Fortunately, the line outside moved quickly and finally allowed them to join in on the dance party.
“I’m gonna go get us some drinks. You go find a spot at the bar!” Before he could protest, Tasha scurried towards the bartender to pick the poison for the night’s activities. A fond smile never left his face while he watched her from his seat. He loved the way Tasha exaggerated her facial expressions when she was excited. Her animated conversations could bring him from the darkest depths of frustration and lift his spirits in a matter of seconds. 
He committed to memory how her beautiful brown skin reflected the red and blue hues that emitted from the lights around the dance floor. There were no words to describe the way his stomach filled with butterflies when her hands touched any part of his body or when she said his name for any reason at all. His relationship with Jayme was full of love but not in the way that he loved Tasha. She brought that up in her parting argument but he felt it unnecessary to bring up for fear that CoCo would blame herself for his mistake.
“What are you over here smiling at?” She asked interrupting his thoughts while balancing four shots between her fingers.
Instead of letting his smile fall, he simply grabbed one of the glasses she presented him and instructed you to do the same. “To friendship?”
“To friendship!”
                                        ____________
Slurred speech and giggles bounced off the hallways wall, brightening up the dark corridor. A night of unadulterated fun was near its end if Chadwick could reach his apartment door without Tasha pulling them to the floor in a heap. 
“Chaaadwiiiiiick,” Tasha sang, stumbling under the tight grasp of Chadwick’s arms.
He laughed and shook his head. “Tasha, this is third time you’ve called my name. Do you want something or do you just like the way it sounds.”
A hiccup preceded hysterical laughter and served as CoCo’s reply. By the 10th shot, third dance battle and the near scuffle by the bar, Chadwick decided that the party was over for his friend and practically drug her out of the building. Tasha’s drinking made it difficult for her to stand on her own and contributed to the sudden inability to keep her hands to herself.
CoCo’s fingertips traced Chadwick’s clenched jawline while he attempted to get his key in the lock of his apartment door. Chadwick drew in a sharp breath when her soft lips replaced her hands, sending blood and his sense of calm in a race to his lower half.
“Be careful, CoCo,” he spoke in a low rumble. “You’re about to start something you can’t finish.”
His warning did nothing to stop Tasha as you placed another kiss on his earlobe. The kisses became slower, moving from his ear, to his cheek and finally the corner of his mouth. A strained grunt emerged from his throat, carrying equal parts frustration and desire.
Desire won the internal battle, and before he knew it, he was pressing CoCo up against the front door out of pure desperation. His hands frantically grabbed her wrists to pin them above her head while their tongues danced in a lewd ballet.
“Dammit,” he breathed against her neck “We’re not supposed to be doing this.”
“Why not?” 
Pulling away from Tasha, he peered into her dark eyes and found the same lust filled look that he was sure his eyes carried. He felt his heart’s pace begin to pick up. 
Why couldn’t he take the opportunity to bury himself deep inside of Tasha? To taste the juices that had made an appearance just for him? Why couldn’t he finally make love to the woman that had been the best part of his life for over a decade? The fear of crossing the invisible line in their relationship, threatening to make him back out of the moment. He quickly shook his trepidation. 
As if he never stopped, Chadwick hungrily latched his lips to CoCo’s neck, nipping and sucking at the skin that rivaled the sweetest milk chocolate. Following his cue, she lazily wrapped your legs around his waist to allow Chadwick and easier method of transferring you to his bedroom.
Tasha landed on his bed with a soft thud, slightly shaking up the contents of her stomach. She paid no mind to the sudden bout of nausea, instead choosing to watch Chadwick remove his shirt and expose his chest. He had grown so much since his undergraduate years. His shoulders were broader, chest more firm, accented with a small amount of hair, and his abs were more pronounced. She couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect being.
Chadwick smirked at Tasha after noticing her bottom lip denting beneath her top row of teeth.
He slowly crawled to the top of the bed to press her lips against his in the most sensual kiss either of them had ever had. Chadwick planned to take his time with her tonight and deal with the consequences in the morning. Their moans harmonized under the moonlight, wrapping your bodies in a swath of brilliant light as if the act was written for the stage. 
Before Chadwick could make a move to Tasha’s chest, a wave of heat accompanied the feeling of her mouth preparing for an acidic eruption to interrupt the activity.
“Oh my-Chad stop!” She blurted, throwing her hands up to cover her mouth.
“What? Why?”
“I’m gonna-oh shit. Move!”
Chadwick watched in amusement as Tasha darted into the bathroom to empty out all of the fun she had consumes a few hours ago. A fond smile spread across his face while he slipped on his t-shirt and walked towards the bathroom door, listening to her wretch and cure. 
“I love you, CoCo.” he whispered to himself before pushing open the door to help her through her episode. “C’mon, now. Not on the floor!”
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Best of Marvel: Week of August 14th, 2019
Best of this Week: Absolute Carnage: Separation Anxiety One-Shot - Clay McCleod Chapman, Brian Level, Jordan Boyd and Travis Lanham
God is Here.
Riot, Lasher, Agony and Phage - four of the symbiotes created by the Life Foundation had been fused together in the body of a War Dog since the incidents of Carnage USA (2012). They hadn't been seen in years, but now that Carnage's plot is in full swing, the formerly heroic (?) Symbiotes have been twisted and turned to Knull's will.
The book begins with the War Dog sitting in the middle of the street in a small Colorado town, hearing the sounds of a child crying. Slobbering with flies buzzing around him, the dog walks over to the crying child and we learn that her name is Sadie. Sadie is lamenting the impending divorce of her mother and father and she’s crying about the fact that they don’t seem to care about how this is affecting their kids as Sadie has a younger brother as well. She vents to the Dog, wishing that they could stay in their home and stay a family while panels of her mother and father screaming at each other at either side of the pages.
Sadie invites the dog in for a little while and as she goes to pack, the dog listens to the mother and father arguing and the horror ensues in an amazing page. It shows the slow and terrifying transformation of the dog into a fleshy, toothy monster as its face and skin stretches back to the point of tearing and tendrils begin to protrude from it’s back. It’s almost disgusting to the point of hearing the sloshy and squirmy noises of the beast as it roars, soon to consume the family.
We get our late title card and cut to Sadie going up to the attic to grab her brother, Billy, and show him the dog. Unfortunately, elation turns to horror as they come to find their father pinned to the ceiling by the slimy and slithering mess of symbiotic fluid as their mother looks on in cold fear. He is soon absorbed into the form of Riot as the panel layout shows as a small spiral as the symbiote enters his eyes nose and mouth before he is shown as an absolutely terrifying beast, the father half absorbed and looking on with wide eyes as Riot says “Come to daddy,” to the children.
Their mother screams at them to run away as she too is attacked and taken over by the Agony Symbiote. The chase begins as they kids try to get away from the possessed bodies of their mother and father, who plead with them, saying that they can finally be together again, a family. One of their neighbors knocks on the door and asks about the screaming. When Sadie tries to scream for help, Agony sprays acid in his face and we have to sit and watch in horror as his face dissolves, melting with a gross hiss as he screams in death. Sadie manages to hide herself and Billy in the attic until Riot sniffs them out and breaks in.
Sadie and Billy seem to know a little bit about Symbiotes and she cranks the music on her radio loud and it manages to do little but peel the symbiote away a little bit, revealing her father before they crush the radio. They crash through the ceiling and the siblings make their way to the bathroom, listening to their “Dad” taunt them about being a family again, if only they’d just join him. Sadie and Billy hide in the bathroom, lying in the tub as it drips with an eerie SPLCH sound. Sadie tells Billy that everything will be okay and as we all know, it is never okay as Phage drips right onto Billy’s head and infects him.
Riot, Phage and the unbonded Lasher converge on her and she uses a lighter and hairspray as a last resort to weaken them. It soon runs out and she is forced to run downstairs, right into the arms of Agony who has prepared the body of the neighbor as dinner.
The dinner scene itself is absolutely terrifying and combines the worst of the Texas Chainsaw dinner scene and the recent family dinner from Resident Evil 7. Sadie is bound by Lasher and crying as she is forced to listen to the rest of her possessed family say their grace to Knull. They act like a normal family, but with their jagged teeth, spiralled faces and red speech bubbles, nothing is wholesome. Everything is dangerous. Everything is Carnage.
They begin to pour a little bit of their symbiotes into a glass of possibly wine and try to offer it to Sadie. As it gets close to her lips, she smashes the glass and stabs Lasher, freeing her for just a moment. She runs and runs, the door right in her sights and repeats that she’s gonna make it. She’s going to make it!
I didn’t expect Separation Anxiety to be any good. I thought it would have been a cash grab on one of those old Symbiote stories, but this was an excellent lesson in horror. The writing is chilling and the art is absolutely disgusting in the best ways. Brian Level did an amazing job in his layouts with the paneling being some of the best parts of this book. Almost every scene weaves itself as either something formless or an object pertinent to the moment. Chapman captured the hope and terror of child fear like a champ, making you root for Billy and Sadie as they tried to make their futile escape only for it to be ripped from their hands like everything in Absolute Carnage so far.
She doesn’t.
If this is the quality that all of these tie-ins are going to have, then I am all aboard for this ride. HIGH Recommend.
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Before Steve Rogers was saying that he “could do this all day,” Ben Grimm was living that life. 
Runner Up: Fantastic Four #13 (Legacy #658) - Dan Slott, Sean Izaakse, Marcio Menyz and Joe Caramagna
The Thing has always been one of the toughest characters in all of Marvel, going toe-to-toe with just about anyone, be they person or celestial being way above his pay grade. Ben Grimm has never said die in his life and even when he’s on his back, he always stands right back up, dusts himself off and throws even more punches. Ben Grimm is about that life and that action.
Ben tries to convince Hulk to stop fighting for a moment to save the other vacationers, including Alicia as they’re trapped under the rubble. This distracts the real perpetrator of this fight, Puppet Master who’s controlling a clay doll of The Hulk, allowing Ben to get a few good licks in. He tries to plead to Banner if he’s still in there, but given Hulk’s current state, he reveals that he’s kinda into it and willingly goes along with the puppeting. Meanwhile, Alicia takes charge of the other trapped people and starts pulling rocks away to make an exit. 
Izaakse’s art really shines in the second third of the book as The Thing trades punches with The Hulk. Everything feels so heavy as these two titans hit each other with all they’ve got. The Thing’s got speed and smaller size on his side and asks what did he ever do to piss the Puppet Master off. Hulk, as the Devil he is now, chimes in that Ben married Alicia without her father’s blessing. Hulk’s got the size and raw power in the fight as his strikes cause small shockwaves and break pieces off of Ben throughout the fight.
This issue of Fantastic Four is just another amazing showcase of that spirit that Ben is so well known for. With less than an hour before he reverts back to his human form for a week, Ben tangos with the Hulk who’s shown up just in time to ruin his honeymoon with his new wife, Alicia Masters-Grimm.
The first page starts with a CRACK as the Hulk decks Ben right in the face and Ben acknowledges that the Hulk has ALWAYS been stronger than him. He also acknowledges that if he doesn’t beat Hulk now, well, he won’t have to worry about the age old question of who’ll win in a fight.
With just a few minutes left, Ben’s got nothing left in the tank. He tells himself that Alicia’s counting on him, but he can’t do it...until she shows up and gives him the pep talk that only a wife can give, allowing him the Second Wind that he needs. “No one has more heart than My Ben,” she says. Hulk rushes Ben with rage in his eyes and Ben simply cocks back, his wedding band glinting in the light and he gives The Hulk one hell of crushing left, cracking his rocky shell right open as his human timer clicks down to its last second. Hulk is laid the hell out, Puppet Master’s clay doll of Hulk is destroyed and Ben slowly transforms back into a human and slumps over from his injuries.
He wakes up a week later, back in his Thing form and laments that he missed his honeymoon as he and Alicia were gonna "make a family" if you catch his drift. She cheers him up by saying they have the rest of their lives and as a plus side, he finally beat The Hulk, ending the book on a happy note before the horrifying last few pages as The Hulk gets Puppet Master back.
Ben laughs and says that she really must have wanted to marry him as Hulk also reveals that she used one of Puppet Masters dolls to manipulate him into saying yes.
Hulk taunts him back by calling him puny, saying that he’s punching above his weight as he continues to knock pieces off of him, exposing fleshy bits underneath the rock. Ben stands his ground for a while, saying that he’s always been punching up, whether in the UCWF, Marvel’s superpowered wrestling league, or in the Marines. Everything he’s learned was on Yancy Street and he headbutts Hulk before getting leveled with one last uppercut.
I really enjoyed this book for showcasing a great character that hasn't really been having an amazing time in recent years aside from his wedding. For the most part, this Fantastic Four book has been centered on him and Alicia and the great strides their relationship has taken. However, at the same time, he was shown to be vulnerable as the Hulk cracked through his outer shell. There's just a small part of me that's afraid of what the future holds for him and that this isn't just a sign of things to come. 
But for now, The Thing can finally say he beat The Hulk and that's badass. High recommend.
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so there’s like ten minutes of 4/13 left for me, which is clearly the best time to finally get the latest chapter of wild child jade up
for some reason this chapter was like pulling teeth for me - i’ve honestly had like two thirds of it done since last august, and then i finished the last third in like january, and it’s taken until now to get it posted
here it is, though, in all its glory(?)
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John fiddled with his jacket and took another quick look at the clock. It had only been about twenty seconds since the last time he checked. He fussed with his jacket again. I can't believe I'm this nervous about playing the piano, he thought.
He looked around the room at Ms. Flinder's other students. Her lessons were always private sessions, so the only time he met any of the others was on his way in or out, or at these yearly recitals. There were a couple new faces this time around, and a few faces missing. Not everyone could keep taking lessons forever, after all.
John froze his fidgeting at that thought. What if I have to stop taking lessons? he thought. Piano lessons had been part of his life for years now. The particular days and hours had changed from time to time, but the lessons themselves hadn't stopped unless Ms. Flinder was unable to teach. He could handle stopping for a month or two, but for the rest of his life?
He looked around the green room again, unable to think of it as anything but his last time. He'd performed in this auditorium countless times, but now it was like seeing it all for the first time again. The carpet, a dull shade of tan, was missing a sizable chunk in one corner of the room. Cabinets lined the walls, most filled with sheet music or forgotten costume pieces from other performances in the auditorium. There were a few folding chairs unfolded, and a large stack of them in one corner. Nothing major about this room ever changed, and John had never realized before just how comforting that was.
"John?" Startled, John turned and saw one of Ms. Flinder's students looking at him in concern. The older boy was somewhat familiar, but John couldn't remember his name. "You okay there? You're looking a little tense."
"I'm fine," John tried to say, but his voice cracked unexpectedly. He took a deep shuddering breath and stretched his hands, trying to shake out the tension. He tried speaking again. "Just fine!" Awesome, barely any squeak that time!
The older boy looked unconvinced by John's obviously true statement. "Uh huh. You don't usually freak out before these things. What's up? Did the Pope swing by or something?"
John snorted as he thought about seeing a little Pope hat in the sea of audience members. "No, but that would be soooo cool if it did happen. Do you think they'd give him a front row seat automatically, or would he have to wait in line for his seat like everyone else?"
"He'd probably insist on sitting in the back row, since he's so humble." The other student pulled a couple of folding chairs up and gestured for John to take one of them. "So if the Pop's not here, I guess you've got something else on your mind, huh?"
John bit his lip, wondering if the older boy would make fun of him for freaking out about something so stupid. He didn't look like he was setting John up for something, though, and John remembered now he'd always been a pretty good guy when they talked before. It was probably safe to at least ask him something. "Do you ever think about what you're gonna do when you stop taking lessons?"
"Aaaaah." The boy sighed and leaned back a little. "Yeah, that's crossed my mind once or twice. People are really starting to lay into the whole college spiel right now." He shrugged. "It's hard not to freak out about the future, no matter what you're thinking about. All you can do is appreciate what you're doing right now and prepare yourself for what's next as best you can, I guess."
John frowned. He'd kinda been hoping for something more uplifting than that. People in movies gave much better pep talks when everything seemed lost. Of course, the stakes were also a lot higher in movies. I guess it makes sense for less dramatic stuff to get less dramatic speeches. He still felt a little cheated, though.
Some of his disappointment must have shown up on his face, because the older boy sighed again. "Sorry, I kinda suck at cheering people up. I'm still dealing with a lot of this myself. I'll tell you one thing, though." He leaned forward intently. "You've got some serious talent for music, John. You're probably one of the best students here. Even if you stop taking lessons, I don't think you'll ever lose that." He stopped, like he wasn't sure what else to say. After a few seconds, he shrugged again. "So, I guess, just - it's not the end of the world, right? Things might change, but you probably won't lose everything when that happens."
John leaned back in his chair, clasping his hands together as he thought. I guess it's a little like when Jade moved in. Right at the beginning, a lot of things had changed all at once, but slowly some things had gone back to normal, and some things had changed a little to include Jade and Bec. His piano lessons would probably change the same way.
He smiled at the older boy, who smiled back at him. "Thanks. I guess it just kinda hit me all at once."
"No problem," the other student said. "Change is a tough thing to think about at the best of times."
The green room door opened and someone wearing a headset poked their head in. "Five minute warning, everybody - Ashley and Tyler, you're the first two acts, everyone else is on standby." The person disappeared, probably off to make sure nothing catastrophic had happened onstage.
The older boy stood and stretched his arms over his head. "Guess I'll see you after the show, then. Break a leg."
Right, Tyler! That's his name! "Yeah, you too!" Tyler adjusted his clothes, making sure everything looked just right, before leaving the room.
John gave the clock another look. He was one of the last acts tonight, so he still had some time. All he could do was wait.
Paul stretched his legs out and checked his watch again. Nearly time for the show to start, he thought. The small auditorium was mostly full now. He and Jade had secured seats roughly in the middle of the side section, with Jade taking the aisle seat in case the crowd became too overwhelming for her. Thus far, though, she seemed reasonably calm - a far cry from their first outing months ago.
Nevertheless, it wouldn't hurt to check in with her. "Jade?" he said quietly. The girl turned to him attentively. "How are you feeling?"
She thought about the question for a few moments before saying, "Okay, I think. It's gonna start soon, right?"
"Yes, it should be starting any minute now." He glanced at his watch once more. Technically the show should have started a minute ago, but they usually started a little late to accommodate the audience members who were delayed coming in. "I'm glad you're feeling that way, but don't forget it's okay if you need to leave during the show. If you do, John and I will look for you by that large birch tree out front."
Jade smiled exuberantly. "Okay! I'm gonna do my best to stay through the whole thing, though."
Paul patted her on the shoulder proudly. "You're doing an excellent job so far, and that is a worthy goal to aim for. Just remember you've already accomplished something great by coming here."
She nodded just as the lights began to dim. She looked up in alarm, but then relaxed. "That's supposed to happen, right?" she whispered.
"Yes," Paul whispered back, "that means the recital is about to start." Jade breathed out in relief, and Paul turned his attention to the stage, ready for the performances to begin.
Jade gripped her seat tightly, down where John's dad couldn't see. If he saw how nervous she was, he'd tell her again that it was okay if she couldn't stay through the whole recital, which was a really nice thing to say! She was glad he wasn't forcing her to do anything she didn't want to do. Still, she was determined to last through the entire performance, no matter what. If other people could do it, there was no reason she couldn't!
The beginning hadn't bothered her too much - the lights going out was a surprise, but it only alarmed her slightly. It didn't really frighten her. The room quieted down as an adult came out and talked a little about the students and music and how good it was to see everyone being so supportive. People kept clapping at random points, which confused Jade a lot - wasn't it rude to interrupt someone when they were talking? - but John's dad was clapping, too, so she just filed it away as another question to figure out later.
After the adult was done talking, someone came and sat on the piano bench. She almost looks like an adult herself... is she a high schooler? Jade knew school was required up to a certain age, but the line between high school and other schooling wasn't something she'd figured out yet. It was hard to care about details like that when there were years of scientific breakthroughs to catch up on, after all.
The woman on the stage did play the piano beautifully. Jade tapped underneath her seat, trying to play along with what she was hearing, but the music moved too fast for her to keep up with. It helped her feel less like she was trapped, though, so she kept doing it. Anything that helped her get through the whole performance had to be worth doing.
The first performer played three different songs. After each one, the whole audience clapped loudly. Jade didn't like all the noise, but she clapped along since that seemed like the right thing to do. At least nobody's yelling, she thought. Yelling would probably be too much for her, as much as she hated to admit it. After the third song, the performer stood from the bench, bowed, and walked away. A boy passed her on her way out. He looked younger than the first performer, but still older than John or herself - as far as Jade could tell, at least.
This performer also played three songs, but he didn't sound quite as good. Because he's younger, I guess, Jade thought. It was a little easier to follow his movements with her fingers, but she still couldn't keep up. When he was done, another performer came out, and another one after that. Jade figured out the timing of the applause, which made it a bit easier to deal with. The noise was still annoying, but at least it didn't surprise her anymore.
Finally, John came out to sit at the piano. Jade leaned forward, excited to hear him play now. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw John's dad straighten in his seat a little, already smiling. He's gotta be excited, too. This is why we're here after all!
Up on the stage, John breathed in deeply before beginning to play. The songs he played were very familiar to Jade by now, considering how much he'd been practicing at home. They sounded different in this huge room, though - between the tall ceiling and the huge mass of bodies, the music sounded much richer than it ever did in the house. In the back of her mind, Jade started to think about the logistics of creating a room like this one. It helped ease a little more of the tension she was still feeling.
John finished his set faster than Jade expected. Probably because I'm a lot more used to his playing, she guessed. When he was done, he stood and bowed like all the rest. Jade and John's dad clapped hard for him. Jade wondered if he could hear their clapping over all the rest of the noise. Probably not, but she clapped extra hard just in case. Part of her also forgave the rest of the people in the audience for clapping so loud before - after all, they were all here for someone else, too, so it made sense they'd want to support them the best they could.
After he was done, Jade settled back to her old position. There were still a couple more performances to get through, after all, and her determination hadn't flagged just because she'd lasted until John was done performing.
After the show, John wriggled his way through the crowd towards the birch tree he and his dad always used as a meeting point. As usual, his dad had made it there first. John bounded up to him as the crowd moved away. "Hey Dad!" How'd I do? Did you like my concert?"
Dad smiled and patted John on the shoulder affectionately. "You did marvelously, John. Just like I knew you would."
John grinned, basking in his father's praise. Some things could never change, he thought. That made him realize something was missing, though. "Where's Jade? I thought she was coming, too."
"She's walking in the garden for now," Dad replied, gesturing to the little gates off to the side of the building that led to a public garden. When John was around the auditorium during the day he sometimes saw old people wandering slowly through the garden paths, but right now it was dark and quiet, vastly different from the frenzied courtyard. "She did enjoy your performance, though."
"Oh!" John hadn't thought about it much, but when he found out how late in the program he was scheduled to perform, he'd figured Jade wouldn't stay that long. There were so many more people here than at the library, after all. Even their church usually had fewer attendees than this concert.She stayed. That little thought drove a warm feeling from deep in his chest all the way through to the tips of his fingers and toes. Suddenly, he couldn't imagine this day happening without Jade, and his upcoming middle school graduation felt even more momentous when he imagined Jade there.
Dad sneezed, bringing John out of his thoughts. "God bless you."
"Thank you," Dad said as he wiped at his noise with a handkerchief. "Well, I believe we can collect Jade and be on our way home. How do you feel about that?"
"Sounds good to me!" John bounced towards the garden gate, eager to hear everything Jade could tell him about her experience this evening.
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sheepnanigans · 8 years ago
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Happy Sunday! Are you ready to be heartbroken?
They don't have time alone together for days. Causeway is bothered by how quickly things are passing. They've already been on Concertia for a full week, and the details have blurred together. She sleeps in Valiant's guest room, next to her ex-girlfriend. She lives in a house with half her family, with a pilot she only knows as rescuer, activist, motivator. She eats food she doesn't pay for, and she sleeps, gods alive, does she sleep. For long hours, both the black void of depression-driven slumber and the hectic, vivid color of trauma-laced dreaming. She wakes unrested, and counts the tiles in the ceiling.
Bear won't take her calls. When she goes to the garage to see him, his coworkers invent places for him to be. His avoidance speaks louder than he ever could. Causeway sends him texts, good morning and good night. She sends him pictures of flowers. He never responds. If not for read receipts, Cause might think he stopped existing just to get away from her. She knows his grief is more powerful than a dying star, but she also knows that her texts and Valiant's presence on the satellite are his only tethers. Bear needs tethers.
"I have good news," Mosquita says one morning, as they are finishing breakfast. She sits on the edge of an armchair, addressing the room as a whole. "Chang Wenyan is at a safehouse."
Roundworm, from her place at the table, nods. "That is good."
"I also have bad news," says Mosquita, though her tone hardly wavers from it's normal standard of pep. "Peréz thinks there's something wrong with his port. Apparently he's been having headaches, mood swings, that sort of thing."
"He spent four years in a federal prison," Luli says. "Mood swings seem like a normal reaction."
"They seemed very upset," Mosquita shrugs. "They said they thought the government may have downloaded something into his brain, if that's even possible."
"That doesn't sound possible," Luli frowns. Cause shifts in her corner of the couch. It takes a colossal effort to brings herself into the conversation.
"I don't really know how all that works," Mosquita says.
"No one does." Causeway swallows a yawn. "How the brain interacts with organic tech is a fucking mystery, and street mods are always a risk. It's like taking drugs from a stranger, so who knows what the government did to Chang in the four years they had access to his port."
"But I thought bioware only worked as long as it was plugged in," Luli says.
"That's what everyone thinks, yeah, but we don't actually know." She picks at a hangnail on her pointer finger, wondering if the government did anything to her, all those times she was unconscious. Does tinkering in someone's brain count as torture, or did Luli's interference prevent that cruelty too? "Ask anyone in the scene and you'll hear horror stories of digital sickness; memory loss, outbursts, psychotic episodes."
Luli looks appropriately uncomfortable. Causeway tries to give her a sympathetic smile but her expressions were already difficult to control around Luli and it's only gotten worse since they crammed their bodies together and still haven't talked about it.
"The General wants us on Qucumatz as soon as possible," Mosquita says. "And they asked if I could bring a computerman."
"Sorry," Causeway tells her, and finds that she means it. "I'm not ready to jump back in, yet."
"I'm not going, either," Luli says, and Mosquita startles. "I want to stay with Causeway."
The room chills faster than should be possible. It was said so casually, as if Luli didn't know the hurt it would cause, as if it shouldn't come as a surprise that she chooses something over the revolution. Mosquita stares at her for a moment, then shifts her accusation to Causeway, who only shakes her head, an explanation well beyond her reckoning.
"But…" Mosquita's brow furrows. "We need you."
"You knew I was only in this for one reason," Luli tells her.
"But we need a doctor," Mosquita insists and her voice pitches high, just this side of urgent. "Especially if he has digital sickness, we need someone who worked inside Helioal hospitals."
"I'm sorry." She tries to sound patient, Causeway can tell, and patience was never something she had in stock.
"I can find you a government doctor," Roundworm says. She has the tone of a mediator, parental and firm.
"That's not the point." Mosquita glares at Luli, such anger in her broad shoulders, in her tiny, dense frame, she looks like she may burst. "You know, it was bad enough that the famous Valiant and her famous Bear didn't want to help, but you? After everything?"
Luli frowns, her mouth half-open, nothing to defend herself with.
Mosquita pulls her lips tight, shakes her head. "I thought this meant more to you."
"That's not fair—" Luli pleads, but Mosquita gets to her feet and goes out the front door without another word. A moment later, her GPS pings alive on the tablet in the kitchen. Luli curls her feet under her, and huffs. "She knew. I told her all I wanted was to free you."
"Okay," Causeway mumbles.
"I never made any promises to the Militia."
"Okay," she repeats.
"She's even more idealistic than you." Luli still scowls. Causeway doesn't know if that's supposed to insult her, so she just slumps down into the couch and closes her eyes. She's grateful Valiant wasn't around to see the show.
She dozes there for some time, forcing herself to ignore the sounds of the day. The apartment is tidied around her, and conversation blends choppily with the images of her dreams. She dreams of purple shapes approaching from the distance, and a high, mechanical vibrato that makes her hair stand on end. She dreams of the mundane, scrubbing the floors of her childhood home, playing video games with unidentified friends, eating hot and sour soup in winter. She dreams of birds standing on top of each other, speaking to each other with Luli's and Roundworm's voices. She dreams of horses and the smell of clean air.
Valiant's touch on her knee brings her back to reality. "Hey there," Val murmurs. "You were twitching."
"Oh," says Cause. She works her tongue around to clear the thick taste of sleep from her mouth.
"It's almost dinnertime," Valiant tells her and Causeway frowns.
"I just had breakfast."
"No, honey, you've been out for a few hours."
The smell of cooked rice fills the apartment and Mosquita, back from her escape, settles into the armchair with a bowl of something warm and aromatic. Causeway can't quite pick up details, still fuzzy-headed and lethargic. She makes room for Val on the couch, but her familiar weight does little to ground Cause's focus. Even Roundworm placing a hot bowl in her lap doesn't help. A picture frame on the coffee table flashes through old photos. She doesn't remember anyone turning it on.
She finds herself staring at Luli, the shape of her mouth as she blows on her food before eating, her wide, forward facing ears poking through her hair, the perfect balance of her reading glasses, the way her tablet illuminates her face. Causeway runs her tongue along her gums and pretends to be hungry. The mere thought of kissing Luli sends a rush of heat through her stomach and vulva. It was a bad idea, she knows that. Getting back together could not have come at a more inconvenient time. She hasn't told anyone about their relationship, she's not even sure if Mosquita knows.
Causeway rubs her mouth and looks at the picture frame instead as it rhythmically plays through Val's favorite photos. Roundworm in dark red lipstick, then a picture of her and Valiant in a patch of grass somewhere, a bottle of ferment between them. Cause has a guess that it's Bear behind the camera. He shows up in the next few photos, all candid, while he's not paying attention. Valiant seems to only catch him while he's working, staring intently at a monitor, or elbow deep in an engine. There is a picture of the three of them together, crammed into a selfie, Val's arm taking up a third of the frame. Objectively, they all look like idiots, but Bear is smiling, so Causeway knows why it wasn't deleted.
The picture frame switches to a photo of her, bent over the center console of the Icelander, a quickskill in her neck and a pen between her teeth. She remembers being on Gascara when it was taken, reprogramming the speech commands in the cockpit. It was right after she'd healed enough to start plugging in 'skills.
"I hated selling that ship," Val says. "First home Bear and I had after we left our moon."
"First time I went into space," Cause says. "I'd only been on airplanes before. Way less thrilling."
A photo of Chicxulub appears on screen, and Causeway goes numb. She knows Bear took this one, too, because Chic is grinning so wide his eyes are crinkled shut, and he reaches with one hand, as if to take the camera. Next is another selfie, Bear's face hidden in Chic's shoulder, and Chic pressing a kiss to his hair.
"Shit," Causeway hisses. "God, I miss him."
Valiant squeezes her hand. "Should I turn it off?"
"No, it's okay." She swallows to stave off tears, sick of crying all the damn time, sick of being out of control.
"Who is that?" Mosquita asks carefully.
"My brother," says Valiant. "That's Bear."
"Who's the other guy?"
Val stares at her. Causeway frowns.
"What?" She looks between Chic's smiling face and Mosquita's cautious curiosity. Could he have looked so different when they threw him into space? Could they have made him unrecognizable? "That's Chicxulub…"
Mosquita's face goes pale. She and Luli exchange a look that only be described as alarmed.
Valiant's voice is hard when she asks, "What is going on?"
Causeway can tell her mind and body are disconnecting, hysteria brewing somewhere in between, from the mere sight of Mosquita's round, terrified face.
"Tell me," Valiant barks. "Now."
"It wasn't him," Luli's voice is a whisper. She speaks to the picture frame, to the parade of images, and to the middle distance, her eyes tracking blankly as she tries to understand.
"What?"
"That's not the man they killed."
Silence swells inside the room. Causeway lets out a noise, like a cry, or a gag, and then vomits into her own hands.
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cilldaracailin · 5 years ago
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Under Pressure
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This story can also be found on AO3 here: http://www.archiveofourown.org/works/23570293/chapters/56548318
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“Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.”
It had been almost seven hours since the 7/11 had been raided, six since Taron had been caught under the shelf with the candles and the last five hours had been testing to say the least for him.
He had kept Robyn’s hand in his and it was the only connection he had made with her and Richard since Robyn had asked him if he was cold. He hadn’t spoken once and only partly listened to them as they spoke to each other, passing the time with stories about everything and anything, words like cookies, hoodie’s and dog breezing past him. He had felt Robyn take his pulse numerous times as they sat as well as gently squeezing the fingertips of his right hand in the sling but it was her constant hand in his that was keeping him upright and together.
Six hours of sitting on the hard floor, in an ever-increasing cold store, had left him feeling faint, shaky, with his body starting to spasm in agony. He knew Robyn had felt each time his body shuddered as her left hand would gently rub up and down his left arm, before his own left hand was enclosed in her two warm hands, fingers linking with his. It was the tiniest of gestures she made but he knew that after the last few hours of helping him, it was all she could do now to keep him as relaxed as best she could.
Frankie and his gang had managed to burrow a giant hole in the wall of the 7/11 to realise they had hit the wrong place in the wall and had to re-think their plan realising that the wall they needed to break through was in the office of the store and now they were breaking their way into the brick wall they should have been at in the first place and if it was at all possible the commotion from the second attempt to get into the bank was louder than the first time.
Taron had been vaguely aware that Maggie had been over to talk to Robyn as they sat but he couldn’t say anything much about their interactions. He knew he had no choice but to accept the pain he was feeling, knowing there was nothing that could be done about it but the exhaustion that seeped through his bones was harder to ignore and as he felt Robyn stroke the back of his hand he found that he just couldn’t fight the tiredness he was feeling and his chin gradually fell against his chest, his eyes closing of their own accord as a uneasy sleep came over him.
The rest lasted for all of ten second before he jumped with a shout as his body jolted him awake, a torturous cry making Robyn move fast to soothe Taron by placing two hands on his face.
“Hey Taron, it’s ok, it’s ok.” She said as she watched him squeeze his eyes shut, his left hand going to his ribs as they ached while his breathes came short and fast. “You’re ok Taron. You are ok.” She repeated feeling Richard sit beside her as she tried to calm Taron down.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Cursed Taron as it felt like he was being pricked with millions of little needles. He placed his left hand on Robyn’s right arm, doing his best to slow his breathing down.
Even though Robyn had been talking to Richard, she was still watching every move Taron had made and not made since they sat down. She was happy to keep the conversation going with Richard and enjoyed getting to know him, glad to speak to Maggie as she came over every now and again to see her as it helped to the pass the time for her but she was always aware of Taron’s deteriorating state.
She had winced as Frankie cursed the 7/11 to hell and back when he realised he had broken down the wrong wall and had to re-think his plan, the aggression of breaking into the bank becoming more violent and forceful, waiting for him to come and take his hostility out on the people in the store but he didn’t and moved into the office where the actual wall to the safe was located.
Robyn knew it was taking every ounce of energy that Taron had to stay sitting upright and she could see him fighting an internal battle as he dealt with the increasing pain he was feeling. She had continued to note his pulse as he sat quietly and where before it was fast now it was almost sluggish and dull. She could also feel the intermittent spasm’s that ran through his body as she sat very close beside him and all she could do to comfort him was hold his hand tight and gently rub his cold arm, hoping to ease a little of the distress he felt.
She also hadn’t missed how he had been trying to keep himself from falling asleep for the last hour but the exhaustion had finally caught up with him and she saw his head slump towards his chest and he nodded off except he suddenly woke with a jerk.
“Taron?” She asked, her hands still on his face. He opened his eyes to look at her and she could see the obvious anguish he was feeling.
“Just need a minute.” He breathed. “Just give me a minute.” Giving Robyn’s arm a squeeze. “I fell asleep.”
“Yeah you did.”
“For about five seconds before it all went to fucking hell.”
“Your body is not ready to sleep Taron. There are too many other things going on. You waking up so suddenly was your body’s way of telling you it is not time to sleep. When you go asleep, your muscles relax but sometimes they are not quite relaxed yet so your body does that horrible jerking awake action where you feel like you have fallen off a cliff. Your muscles are most definitely not relaxed but because you are just so knackered you drifted off.” Robyn took her hands from Taron’s face as he seemed to be in much better control of his breathing, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from the look of alarm in Taron’s eyes as he battled with his emotions. “Taron let’s get some water into you.” Robyn picked up the bottle but felt Taron’s hand stopping her.
He didn’t use any words but just shook his head at her.
“Taron you need to drink for me, please.”
“I can’t.” He murmured.
“What about some ice?” Robyn quickly explained when she saw the confusion on his face. “You can chew on some broken ice. It is still a way of getting some fluids into you. Taron, I really need to get some sort of liquid into your body and eating ice is a way of doing so, without taking an actual drink.” With apprehension clear in his eyes Robyn took his left hand again. “Even just a little bit Taron.”
With the slightest nod of agreement, Robyn saw Richard get to his feet beside her. “I will get some. You stay with him.”
“Robyn, I don’t know how much more I can take.” Said Taron once he knew Richard was out of ear-shot.
“What?”
“Everything just hurts. My head feels like it is going to explode.”
“Now you listen to me Taron Egerton and you listen good.” Robyn knelt right in-between his legs and taking his left hand in hers, held it tight in hers. “You are not even going to start talking like that, let alone thinking like that ok. I know, I can’t even comprehend how much pain you are in and but I do know that everything is very frightening and extremely tense at the moment but you are not going to start doing that and I will not let you do that. Don’t put that doubt in your head about what is going to happen. We think about now, about what we do now in this moment. I am just as scared as you are, believe me but if I even start to think about the what ifs and what coulds than you would see a very different Robyn in front of you. We have to think as positive as we can. You are still awake and talking to me and that is something I am very grateful for. I wish there was something else I could do, to take the pain away. What I need for you to do, and I am asking so much of you, but I need you to keep doing what you have been doing, taking those deep breathes and keeping as still and calm as you can. Those bastards are too busy to even care about us. Once they get in that bank and get what they want, we will be out of here. From what I can hear, they are nearly there and once they get out, we will be out and you will be finally able to have that cosy bed sleep.”
“Do you give many motivational speeches to three-year olds?” asked Richard as he stood behind Robyn, the bag of ice in his hands, surprised to come back and see Robyn sitting so close to Taron, giving him some serious words of encouragement.
“You would be surprised at how often they need a pep talk before going in for the red paint.” Answered Robyn but she kept her eyes on Taron’s face the whole time.
Taron felt a small weight leave his shoulders as once again Robyn took his worries and burdens onto her own and without thinking he leaned forward, his forehead touching Robyn’s as she sat so close to him but she didn’t move away from him, instead letting go of his hand and placing it on that all too familiar place on his cheek.
“If truth be told Taron, if I didn’t have you to keep my attention on, I wouldn’t be so composed.” Robyn moved back taking in his teary eyes and worn out face before looking back to Richard. “If you can smash that bag on the floor a few times, it should break up some of those ice cubes.”
Richard did as Robyn had suggested and carefully banged the bag off the tiled floor before taking a seat back beside his friend as he held the bag of ice to Robyn.
“Thank you.” She found a hole in the plastic wrapper and pulled gently, picking out the smallest pieces of ice from the bag and holding them in her palm turned to Taron. “It’ll only help you.”
He took some of the broken ice and slipped it into his mouth, chewing carefully. Feeling it melt quickly, he swallowed the liquid the ice had made, reaching out to take some more from Robyn, only wanting to do something that would ease her worried mind.
Robyn watched as Taron took some more ice from her. It was only a small amount of liquid that he was getting but after six hours of drinking nothing, at least it was something. Her mind was once again thinking quickly as she analysed the last twenty minutes. There was no doubt in her mind that if they sat as they had been, it wouldn’t be long before Taron started to fall asleep again and as much as she didn’t want Taron to sleep, if it was something that was going to give him relief from the pain for even half an hour, she might risk it but once again all those basic first aid rules flashed through her mind. She definitely suspected that Taron had a concussion, the constant sick stomach, headache and dizziness which he wasn’t admitting too, the obvious signs of one and someone with a concussion should not be allowed go to sleep under any circumstances until they had been seen by a doctor. Robyn had no idea how long it would be until Taron would be seen by a doctor and if he fell asleep while sitting up straight again and suddenly woke up., his body would be tortured by more painful spasms. If he was lying down, at least if he woke suddenly, the pain may be less and she could still keep an eye on vitals if he slept and he could find a somewhat more comfortable position.
“I think it’s time we moved again.” Her mind was made up quickly as she talked herself around to it.
“Fuck no. I can’t move again. I can barely move now.” Whispered Taron not trusting his voice at the moment, worried he was going to physically break down in a mass of tears and although he knew Richard and Robyn would in no way judge him for doing so, if he even started to well up, he didn’t know if would be able to stop.
Robyn had excepted the answer from Taron. “Not even to lay down?”
Taron looked at her straight in the eye.
“Lay down?”
“I think you need to lay down. I don’t think any of us imagined we would be here this long and you have been sitting like this for a long time and not moving at all. I am sure you stiff and very sore and if you happen to fall sleep again and wake up while sitting…” Robyn didn’t finish the sentence. “It will be quick move just as before.”
“Robyn I really don’t think I can.” Although the thought of lying down did actually seem like heaven to Taron at the moment, the fear that came with the actual move over took the need to want to move. “I just... I…”
“I am not going to say it won’t hurt because it more than likely will but this move will be much easier then getting you to your feet and if you want my complete honesty Taron, I really need you to be laying down because at this point in time, I feel you are safer in that position that sitting.”
The nod was so slight, that Richard missed it, but Taron agreed to move once again, Robyn getting to her feet immediately, not waiting for Taron to change his mind. “I am going to pull this throw down from behind your back Taron.” She did as she said she was going to, leaving it bunched behind Taron’s back on the ground. “Perfect.” She then pushed the throw on the floor up so it was gathered up against his right leg and sat on the bare tilted floor at his right side, pulling the throw over her legs. “First things first, if you can ease yourself forward, like you did earlier when I got in behind you to check your back and go as far as my knees.”
Taron was not sure what Robyn’s plan was but did as she asked and very slowly moved forward so his waist was in line with her knees.
“Ok now if you can swivel round so your back is to my legs.” Instructed Robyn, Taron doing as she asked with a small hiss of pain. “Now shuffle forward until I say stop.” She watched him slowly move forward, moving the throw with him, glad to see that Richard was right by his side in case he overbalanced and fell. “And stop.” Taron stopped, his head looking over his left shoulder so he could look at Robyn. “Richard can you come and stand to the right of my legs and put your hands on Taron’s upper back and take his weight as he lays down.”
Richard did as he was asked, kneeling beside Robyn and placed his hands on Taron’s back.
“Ok Taron whenever you are ready just start to move back. Richard has you.”
Robyn had squished up the remaining slack of the throw and as Taron settled on her legs, she made sure his head was supported on the make shift pillow she had made.
“Thank you, Richard.”
“No problem at all.” He said as he now took a seat beside Robyn’s right side.
“You are ok Taron?”
“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.” He admitted as he looked up to Robyn. Taron wasn’t actually lying when he answered Robyn. The light-headedness he had felt as he sat up straight was still there but not as prominent as it had been and he had to admit that lying down took the pressure off his ribs and his shoulder felt more secure. His left hand rested on his stomach and he felt Robyn slip her left hand into his.
“You are really cold.” She commented as she held his hand.
“I was a fan of the air-con but not so much now.”
Robyn let go of his hand and grabbing the end of the blanket to her left, she pulled it over his body, making sure he was as covered as much as he could be without covering his face.
“Better?” She asked.
“Keeps the breeze off my arms anyway.”
“Close your eyes and relax as best you can Taron. Don’t be worrying about falling asleep either. If it happens, it happens. I am right here and so is Richard and we are not going anywhere.”
Taron pulled his left arm out from under the blanket and took Robyn’s hand into his again, placing them on his stomach and without saying anything let his eyes close, not really being able to stop them. Just like as he had settled when he was sitting, he settled very quickly as he lay against Robyn’s legs. He let a breath fill his lungs, wincing a little as the air went a little too deep, his mind racing as he tried to think of ways he was going to repay Robyn for her kindness and care when they got out of the 7/11. He didn’t think he would ever be able to find a way to do so.
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dani-fandom · 7 years ago
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My in-time thoughts on VLD Season 4
*cracks knuckles* Alright kids buckle up, because this is about to be an entire dissertation on season 4.
So I’ve watched the season twice now, and though I originally really disliked it, I’ve softened up and wrote down all my thoughts as I was watching it the second time around, plus some general overall thoughts at the end.
It’s gonna be under a read more because trust me. It needs to be.
Episode 1: Code of Honor
My least favorite freaking episode
This episode makes me want to die
Kolivan to smaller blade: Do not engage
Me: okay so that’s Keith then
So, like, how much of their mission depended on that guard being asleep at the station
Because he would have noticed the hack if he was awake
Okay, but like, Keith’s right, you asshole
He had the intel
It’s too bad we never see Regris’ face but oh well
This is 100% a fake Shiro, he would never be so short to Keith
But, Keith does need to get his head out of his ass and work with Voltron
Keith: this is your dream, Shiro, not mine
Man I hate clone Shiro
I am 100% sure that he’s a clone
Even if he flies the Black lion
She’s a flip
It’s actually really cool how they’re putting on shows for the people
It should be taken seriously
“It won’t take long” then why did you just reach the Galra cruiser as the show started
*sings softly* I will go down with this ship (Regris’ theme song)
Keith shut the fuck up, you need a lecture
Do not interrupt Allura you bitch
I get it, Lotor is important, but you have a job
“The Mamora can go on without you, they have for thousands of years. Voltron cannot.”
I’m very salty about Kuron being able to fly the Black Lion
You are a fake ass bitch, Black Lion
jk, I love you
but seriously
“I knew this would happen eventually” okay but like, Kuron, you let Keith go on these missions
Like, it’s mostly your fault
My sister watching the Galra attack: I hope Keith learns his lesson
Me, internally: no he just continues to do whatever the hell he wants
My sister: This fake Shiro is better than Keith at this point
Me: oh worm?
“You keep saying you’re sorry but your actions speak otherwise” yes Allura drag him
The group shot is cute
But fuck it
Voltron fandom: hey can you like not hyperfocus on Keith and his plot in every single season
Voltron writers: ok lol *immediately boot Keith from the team and we never see him again until the end of the season*
Voltron fandom: confused.gif
Episode 2: Reunion
MY FAVORITE EPISODE
I LOVE PIDGE SO MUCH
MY ADORABLE DAUGHTER
I LOVE YOU SWEET SMART THING
Matt and Pidge are the best siblings ever
He brought her CAKE
I love Matt
I love Matt
I LOVE MATT
I live for Pidge beating that Uniloo trader
Such a badass
She just swoops in and takes out those Galra fighters in front of the freedom fighters
She’s so cool
Man those rebel ships really aren’t designed for maneuverability are they
I wish Tiosh didn’t die
She seemed cool
“You look so much like him, it’s the eyes.” And the entire rest of the face like they are basically carbon copies
Freaking family of nerds
The lighting is so soft in the flashbacks I love them
“The most powerful processor is right here and it can never be hacked” uhhh are you sure about that
Me: this episode is titled “Reunion” and we see them together, and I saw the leaked stuff
I KNOW HES ALIVE
I know we know that Matt isn’t dead but damn if I wasn’t about to bawl with Pidge
That whole scene? I was wrecked
I don’t want my daughter to cry
Looking at it now, assuming the markers are all rebel fighters, it might be safe to assume that the ones with the lights on are still alive, which is why some of them were on and some were not
I live, breathe, and die for the sibling fight
I LIVE BREATHE AND DIE FOR THEIR REUNION
AHHHHHHH
They never explain what the bounty is for
Like, damn, Matt what did you do to have a bounty on your head???
What kinda technology does the Garrison have that they can fix eyes???
The whole ending scene is adorable
Episode 3: Black Site
My SECOND FAVORITE EPISODE
At first I didn’t like Matt’s reaction to Allura but tbh same
He is a walking shitpost/meme and I love him
I live for the slow pan to Shiro’s face
The sibling tour is the coolest thing ever
Also, like, is Haggar never going to bring up the whole, “hey so we were married and you threw me into a rift to save me” thing to Zarkon?
Like, never?
Didn’t she, like, bring him back to life?
“Hey, this is pretty goo…d.” I love him
I live for Matt being a proud, supportive older brother
I feel so bad for Narti
She deserved better
Also, Kova is never talked about
The entire Kaltenecker scene is sent from God himself
Lotor is talking out of his ass so obviously
It is so cringe-y
I hate Haggar
Why did she have to hack into Narti???
Im so upset about this
“What are we, animals?” I LOVE MATT
Also he was complimenting Hunk
Thank you
Everything about the Kaltenecker scene is executed perfectly
Ezor is so beautiful
Like I cannot stop staring at her when she is on screen
I have no idea what Hunk, Matt, and Pidge are saying, but I love them
Nerd squad!!!
“We have to help” Allura if only you knew
If only you knew
I literally screamed when he killed Narti
Like, oh my god
Narti didn’t do anything wrong
IT WAS KOVA/HAGGAR
I HATE LOTOR
Zethrid and Ezor are so sad, I am so sad
I am so upset
Episode 4: The Voltron Show
Why does this episode exist
It did nothing for the plot
We already knew that they were doing the shows, we didn’t need to dedicate an entire episode to them
Also we didn’t need to dedicate an entire episode to humiliating the characters
I mean, seriously, Humorous Hunk who is clumsy and farts a lot?
Really?
We didn’t even get development surrounding Coran (besides seeing his awesome room)
His framed picture of Alfor??? I love it
It was just him with a weird brain bug
I almost screamed watching it crawl into his ear
I still have goosebumps
It was basically just a waste of 24 minutes
They could have done so much more with it
This could have even been episode 1, which would lead more into Keith leaving because he wouldn’t want to do the shows
Episode 5: Begin the Blitz
Ezor I love you
Also I just noticed how her head tail thing is wrapped up in her helmet
Adorable
Yeah, Acxa. Narti trusted Lotor and she got shanked
Okay, so we see that he and Zethrid are on the other ship, but then when the ship goes through???
What happens?
They say it fails, but shouldn’t they both be dead?
Shouldn’t they have been torn to shreds like the other rift? Or did they just go straight through, and not make it to the other reality?
Rolo and Nyma and Beezer!!
Im kinda glad they’re back tbh
HUNK’S BODY SLAM MOVE
I WILL NEVER GET OVER THIS SCENE
HE LOOKS SO BADASS
Also the Galra he body slams kinda looks like the “Operation Kuron” Galra, but I’m not 100% sure
Okay literally we never see any female Galra generals until this season and we see three with like ten minutes of each other
Im not complaining, but like, wow
“Roger, Ribbit” is…is that a Roger Rabbit pun
Well, bye then, roger ribbit
Nice knowin ya
I love those three Galra we see on the surface
The one that just hops away is my favorite
I mean, I know they’re probably dead but still
Why doesn’t Voltron always use Hunk’s laser cannon???
It works, it takes out multiple ships at once
But they like never use it
?????
“For Narti” get him, Acxa
I love my plotting alien ladies
I wish they would join up with Voltron
But no, instead we get Lotor at the end coming to them
Also, why would they put their captive in the ship with the major destructive lazer?
Like, this is Lotor we’re talking about
Why would you do that
THE ARM THING MADE ME WANT TO DIE
I HATE IT
IT IS SO DISGUSTING
Episode 6: A New Defender
I hate the description of this episode because I was so sure that they were going to have Keith save the day and I am so tired of him being The Most Important
I’m screaming over Lotor deciding to take a nap in deep space
Like man did you really not know those beacons existed?
The visuals of the star are stunning, honestly
Moral of this episode: when Lance says you should go, you go
They wouldn’t have been stuck if they had just jumped into action
But no, they had to stay and look
“Maybe we can get through this energy field” really, Kuron? Maybe? That’s real reassuring
I’m just not going to talk about how those lasers should have hit them as they jumped
They totally should have gotten hit
Are Galra sentries just the Voltron stormtroopers?
I straight up thought Allura was gonna die
I almost screamed
Also did she just never bring up that she discovered Haggar was Altean in the end of Season 2?
Like, really?
Lance’s speech makes me want to cry
I love him
I love him
He’s so supportive
He’s the one keeping them all together, I can’t get over it
I’m so happy that Allura is the one who saves them, but also that Lance is the one who gave her the pep talk
I feel so bad for Coran, I can’t imagine how helpless he must feel being told to just get away
I hate Keith’s self-sacrificial personality
I hate it
Hate it
Hate
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“I HATE YOU MOM” Lotor, probably
I hate this end
I hate it
I don’t want another Zuko
I mean, I know he’s totally doing this for himself
But still
I hate it
I don’t want him to be Zuko
OVERALL GENERAL THOUGHTS: This season was okay. It wasn’t my favorite (they go in this order: 1,3,4,2) but I didn’t dislike it as much as I did season 2. I will say that if you remember that Season 3 and 4 were originally supposed to be one combined season, it makes zero sense. Perhaps they omitted an episode in the middle to make it seem like two separate seasons, but still. Suddenly Keith is the Black paladin, and then just as suddenly he’s leaving Voltron? They introduce Lotor and then have him separate from his generals and go to Voltron in the same season? Like, if you look at 3 and 4 as standalones, they operate better than they would have together. If it had been one big season, that would have been horrible writing and pacing. It’s better apart, but still.
But anyway, this season was aight. I loved “Reunion” and “Black Site” more than life itself, but I feel like episodes 1 and 4 could have been handled differently. If they really wanted to do the shows it should have been in episode one, where it is already mentioned that they do the air shows. This would further drive Keith from the team, because we all know he would probably rather die than do those scripted acts. But this way we’d kill two birds with one episode, and I wouldn’t have to spend 24 minutes cringing over the secondhand embarrassment in episode 4.
What they could have done with episode 4 instead if they had smushed 1 and 4 together:
Backstories for Lotor and the girls, or even just how they all met each other. We get a very vague sense of loyalty between them in season 3, but as soon as he guts Narti that all flies out the window with little explanation
Why was their bond so strong that the death of Narti would cause even Acxa (whose defining characteristic is that she’s the most loyal to Lotor) to turn against him?
What did they mean when they said that his plan failed “again?” What other plans have failed before?
Why was Lotor exiled?
Exploration of the whole Zarkon + Haggar = Lotor thing
Seriously, the timeline is all screwed up
It makes no sense for them to have had Lotor pre Zombie-fication, plus, Coran definitely would have mentioned that, and/or Allura would have known him prior with how close their parents were
And he refers to his mother as “Honnerva” like who told him that that was her name? Haggar didn’t even know that was her name until the end of last season so who was telling him that?
It’s obvious that Zarkon didn’t remember that Haggar is Honnerva, and for some reason she didn’t tell him when he woke up/when she brought him back to life again
Side note: I bet the reason he’s covered in armor now is that he actually looks like a wreck, like skin sliding off and all that gross shit
Everyone wants to talk about how horrible his childhood must have been and yadda yadda, but why not show us? For all we know, he could have been pampered to no end, or he could have that heartbreaking backstory that everyone wants him to have
Deeper look at the Operation Kuron
Also, fake Shiro never mentions his headaches in this season
But, like I was 1000% convinced that Shiro was with Matt and the rebels, so where is he actually?
Did the Black Lion send him back to Earth?
Closer look at the rebels/freedom fighters
Besides episode 2 we don’t really get a good look at them
Olia is never really introduced, she’s just suddenly there in the Voltron meetings
I didn’t even know that was her name until after I had watched the season twice
It’s hard to feel for characters that get killed when we don’t have a face to associate with them
Star Wars does this very well, in my opinion, making you care about characters/pilots right before they meet their untimely but ultimately predictable death
In regards to the last two episodes, I really really really hate that Lotor is now going to be seen as a “Prince Zuko” type character. You can tell by his voice and expressions in the end that he is in this totally for himself, but we know he is not above groveling and humbling himself to get what he wants. I would love to say that the Voltron Coalition is smarter than that to let Lotor join them, but I do not have that much faith. I already know that Keith is gonna be the first to be like “but he saved us! #NotAllGalra!” or whatever. Idc about that, what I do care about is the fact that he is a lying son of a bitch and I will not feel bad for him until I have a reason to, and we do not have a reason yet.
I feel like it would have made more sense for the girls to be the ones to intercept and save the day. They said they had one more option, but we never see it. I thought it was obvious that they were going to try to appease Voltron but??? I guess not?? Not knowing where they are going is less of a cliffhanger than if it was Lotor who disappeared into deep space, searching for another rift or something. It would have made more sense for Lotor to completely switch places with the girls from episode 5 to 6. Let them get chased by the Galra and have them stumble across the transmissions, realize that that is their chance to help and get on Voltron’s good side, and succeed. Let Lotor be like “I have one more option” and don’t tell us. That is a better cliffhanger (in my opinion) than having Lotor being all snarky in front of Voltron and the girls off who-knows-where.
As far as character development, to quickly sum, Lance went backwards/stayed where he was (I mean we see him care about Keith leaving in ep 1 but that’s it and he’s a flirt again until the very last episode), Pidge went forwards (I guess technically), Hunk went forwards a bit (wasn’t reduced to a food joke, and was actually badass and praised for his smarts more than once), Keith just seems to be regressing, Allura got development in the end I guess, and I don’t care about Kuron so we’re just gonna ignore him for now.
I didn’t really care about ship interaction one way or another, so I won’t comment on that stuff.
I just want to put this out there, I love all of the characters. I love Keith to bits and I just want him to be happy and feel loved. I really hated how they took him away from the team. I hated it! It just feeds into his idea of not being needed and I hate it! (Do I think he left even partly because of what Lance said last season, not really tbh) Like Kuron said himself he was fine with just helping in other ways. I don’t understand why that couldn’t have been the end of it (for a bit at least) and let the other paladins tell Keith how much they want him to stay and work it out with them. I don’t get it.
TLDR; This season was okay. I’m in the middle with it, I just wish episode 4 either hadn’t existed or was made into something else. And I don’t want Lotor to be another Prince Zuko.
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afraid (aristique) - melody
Summary: Plastique and Ariel couldn’t be happier, their love was a cherry blossom in a warm spring afternoon: flourishing and flourishing. It flourished and flourished, until somehow challenging nature thorns started to grow in the twigs. It was time to meet Plastique’s parents, that thing itself made Ariel go crazy. Read on ao3 / writing blog /main blog
A/N: Hello! I’m melody, formerly mai as some of you might know me (or even as uranus trash sjfdhjfggjkhgjkf), and I decided to change my pen name because of some stuff so I hope you like this new brand <3 This is part of the feelings are chemicals!verse such as “chemistry” and “falling in love in a coffee shop”, so if you wanna catch up feel more than welcome <3. Hope you like this piece, as always thanks to the amazing @ artificialmeggie for beta reading this, I’ll be eternally grateful  for having her in my life <3  My new url on the writing blog is “artificiallymelody” so feel free to follow!
Me:  I can’t do this, I’m not going.
Ariel sighed, in the middle of her heavy tears as she typed the short sentence and threw her phone away in the bed - she was so messed up that she didn’t care if it was going to break or anything. That simple message revealed a lot of fear. She didn’t even care about what Vanessa - her best friend - would say. Vanije wasn’t the kind of girl who judged, but she knew she was persistent and would try to convince her at every cost.
Well, unfortunately her phone didn’t break, because it wouldn’t stop beeping. This time it wasn’t Vanessa, but her girlfriend, probably very worried about her. The same girlfriend she was going to let down, and who planned that whole night for them, who was the sweetest thing in the world. Ariel being such a coward probably hurt Plastique, and while Ariel had no sensibility when hurting other people, hurting her girlfriend made her want to punch herself in the face.
Princess plastique 🎀✨💞:  C’mon Ariel… I already said I’m sorry
I know my parents are scary but please… You’re really making me sad by ignoring my texts
…I love you
If they ever hurt you I swear I’ll fight, you know I’d do anything for you babyyyyy
Just… Please
Ariel?
We can eat pizza at my place if you want, cancel all this stuff, I was excited and planned it with my heart but… I really care about you, just please answer my texts
You don’t need to go if you don’t want to
Guess I’ll have dinner alone with my parents then.
I really love you :( please don’t give up on me, on us… We’ve come so far
They’ve come so far… It was true. Ariel used to be very negative, she used to not be in touch with her feelings - hiding them, just as she was doing right now - and Plastique caught her attention since the first minute she saw her walking in the hallways of the Fashion Institute of Technology. They shared a very boring class in the course they were doing, and Plastique was the only thing that made her attend that class without fail.
It didn’t take long until they started flirting and having a fling. But it never was more than a fling because Ariel had ugly actions - pretty on the outside, ugly on the inside - that made her sad. When she saw that girl that gave her palpitations in the heart get away from her, she knew she needed to change, that she needed to stop being such a coward. She did it for Plastique, and for herself, and it worked: their love now was a cherry blossom in a warm spring afternoon.
It flourished and flourished, until somehow challenging nature thorns started to grow in the twigs. It was time to meet Plastique’s parents, that thing itself made Ariel go crazy. They both came from wealthy families, but Ariel’s was more liberal than anything. They never minded their daughter liking girls - her mother was biseuxal, actually - and were the kind of bohemian rich family; traditionality was a thing she never knew. She liked that, that her mom was the boss and that her dad was her business partner, that they were a team, that they raised Ariel and incentives her to choose the path she wanted in her life - and ironically, to match her uncertain last name, she chose fashion.  
Her surname was Versace, but she didn’t have a connection with the actual Versace family at all - what everyone mistook. She heard from her parents that her dad was a very distant bastard cousin from one of the Versaces and that was they preferred to have the name - it was pretty fancy after all. But her family’s wealth was concentrated on her parents company - that obviously didn’t take the Versace name, but used ‘’Neel’’ instead. That was her mom’s name.
Plastique’s family was a traditional family. The Edwards were pretty reserved, and if Plastique was shy, quiet, and polite nowadays it was because of the many etiquette classes she told Ariel her parents made her do. They weren’t very happy with her studying Fashion - they wanted the perfect Patricia Edwards to be a doctor or something - and Ariel was sure they would explode if they knew she was a lesbian.
It seemed like Plastique knew it too, because she told her parents Ariel was a boy. That was the reason she was a mess in first place; if meeting Ariel’s parents was already stressing, now it was impossible. She got to control herself thanks to Vanessa to meet her parents, and to find the perfect dress - Ariel’s dresses were ‘’too slutty’’ for Plastique’s parents fancy noses, but now all the control she had was falling apart.
Ariel just wanted to run away.
Vanije 👯‍♀️:
Bitch, put yourself together! I’ll be there in a minute, I love you
Well, she couldn’t, because nothing would stop Vanessa now. She knew the girl since they were dumb middle school girls, she knew she wouldn’t give up easily. Neither would Ariel.
Vanessa Vanije Matteo was what you called the most persuasive person in the world. She entered Ariel’s apartment determined, like solving Ariel’s mess depended on her life. Ariel cursed herself for giving her extra keys. Great, now it cost her peace and safe crying space. Vanije was like hurricane in her speech; she talked so fast that Ariel could swear she almost got thrown to the other side of the room.
‘’Bitch I’m here, get out of this bed right now! I’m here to-’’
As a defense mechanism to avoid that, she began to sing. She always sang when she was nervous or just trying to shake off the bad feelings, she knew that would distract Vanessa - and herself.
‘’ Bitch, I’m here to fuck you up,’’ Ariel sang, trying to clean up her tears and make some fun. ‘’Wanna make your bottle pop, ooh nah’’
‘’Ariel, my hoe, this isn’t time for Charli, you know how much I love her but I’m being serious-’’
‘’I’m ‘bout to drop!’’ Ariel yelled in Vanessa’s ears. ‘’Looking like wow.’’  Vanessa sighed: ‘’Are you really doing this, bitch? Are you testing me?’’
‘’We spending ‘cause we got this.’’
Vanessa rolled her eyes in redemption to Ariel’s loudly yelling: ‘’ These dollars all in my pockets’’
‘’I’m like a diamond in the sky, so high.’’  And they laughed, that was enough to make Ariel’s rough heart warmer, and less worried with everything and anything. There was a time where it was all laughs, no worries, just a warm friendship. Three years ago, when they were still in high school, Trophy came out and it automatically became the duo’s song to jam to. Ariel had lost the count of how many times they danced to it electrically at multiple parties.
But it was time for the laughs to go away, and the tears to take place. Ariel knew Vanije was persuasive, but she also felt so comfortable venting to her. She sobbed her heart out telling how much she loved Plastique, that her parents thought Ariel was a boy and when they found out the truth she would never see Plastique again. Even if they accepted her as a lesbian - which was hard - they would think their daughter was too good for her…
‘’Look at me.’’ Vanessa cleaned the black trails of mascara on Ariel’s face; it was dramatic - like she was a movie star.
‘’I can’t-’’
Her phone beeped again:
Princess plastique 🎀✨💞:
Ariel I swear to god, they are waiting for you, they are excited to meet you
A billion of angry replies passed on Ariel’s mind.
Me:  Oh are they excited to meet me Patricia? Or are they excited to meet Ariel Versace the heterosexual boy?
Princess plastique 🎀✨💞:  Hey you have all the right to be angry baby. Yes I know I screwed up, but I’m willing to tell them, we’ve got this… It’s all about our love. if hey ever hurt you I swear to god I’ll hurt them back.
Me:  But dolly, you are baby you can’t hurt a fly
Princess plastique 🎀✨💞  For you I would kill a lot of flies >:(
No jk I wouldn’t kill the poor things :(, but I’d def fight my shitty parents
Ariel smiled to the phone, Vanessa placed a hand on her shoulder: ‘’You know she loves you, you love her. Are you going to stay here and cry? Watch a dumb girl movie with your best friend and eat more pizza than your diet allows?’’
It was one of Vanessa’s pep talks, and they always made Ariel laugh hard.
‘’…Or are you going to fight for her? Fight for Miss Patricia, she loves you! I’ve known you for an annoying amount of time, and I know Ariel motherfucking Versace doesn’t give up on anything!’’
It was true, Ariel would never give up on the girl who made her heart warm, or held her hand when she felt Ariel was scared - Ariel would never say she was, but Plastique knew. They would fight it together, she was Ariel, Versace or Neel. Her family never gave up, she would never give up… Now she had a face to redo, and a Vanije in the room putting on their old high school playlist.
‘’Let’s go lesbians’’
[…]
Looking flawless was a matter that Ariel mastered easily, so in a few minutes she looked like a goddess. Her white turtleneck dress wasn’t that short, and her makeup skills made her go from crying mess to dressed to impress. In theory she was constantly trying to remember herself - now in Vanessa’s voice - that she was enough, and that she and Plastique had this. But in practice she was tempted to start biting her nails - even if she just painted them.
The drive to the restaurant was chaotic for the very least to be said. Ariel wasn’t the best driver in the world - her parents surely were way too liberal, they gave her a car even if she was a disaster driving that - and now that she was nervous she was sure that she would have her car crashed and die - in fact, she almost did. What was she doing again when she was taking the driving lessons from her family’s chauffeur? Oh yeah, she remembered: she was reading fashion magazines instead, but in her defense if that car was a dress she would one hundred percent know how to make that cute with sneakers instead of heels.
With no car crashings - for her luck - and an impression eating fast timing, Ariel was in the restaurant. One of the fanciest restaurants of New York, the pressure was high. Plastique’s parents were really invested in knowing who her daughter was dating. Ariel went there before, so it wasn’t a problem for her; she liked the atmosphere of fancy restaurants a lot. She was scared, walking through the tables like a small fish in an ocean full of sharks - until she found the table of sharks she looked for so much.
Plastique’s parents were for the very least, classy, in an old school way - her dad wore a monocle, a monocle for world’s sake. Her mom had the biggest pearl necklace Ariel had ever seen, and a big beauty queen blonde her that was a big contrast with her bright blue eyes. She imagined them to be serious and rigid, Plastique’s dad surely seemed to be, but her mom talked loudly and witty about something - she seemed to be such a fun figure.
Ariel stopped observing, and in five steps that seemed to be five steps to her death, she shuttered a bunch of words she didn’t even processed right: ‘’G-goodnight’’
Plastique smiled in surprise to see her girlfriend, and blinked to her. Suddenly Ariel remembered why she had to do everything right: she would fight for her girl, you could be sure of that.
‘’Oh who’s this beauty darling?’’ Alyssa turned her head to Ariel with a friendly look. ‘’Aren’t you the bastard Versace children? I know your dad from college, honey we used to smoke pot together.’’
Plastique’s dad, an old serious Vietnamese man looked at Alyssa with the coldest look.
‘’What?! It was in college, stop being so grumpy’’
‘’Who are you? Are you Patricia’s friend? We were waiting for her boyfriend Ariel, we didn’t knew her friend was coming too.’’ Her dad split the words on Ariel’s face harshly, but it didn’t take Ariel down.
‘’In fact…’’ She smiled ‘’I’m Ariel, nice to meet you’’
The old man seemed like he was having a stroke; he literally choked on his drink with Ariel’s speech, while Alyssa had a kind of playful glow in her eyes. Plastique had a worried semblance, looking at her parents and to Ariel awkwardly.
‘’B-baby why don’t you sit?’’ Plastique shuttered.
‘’Baby? Are you kidding me, Patricia?’’ her dad yelled as Ariel took a seat beside Plastique.
‘’Look my dear, let the girl explain herself,’’ Alyssa intervened. ‘’Hi Ariel, we are excited to meet you aren’t we?’’
‘’…I’m not.’’ her dad looked at Ariel like he wanted to kill her. ‘’I’m not okay with the fact my daughter is a dyke, I’m sorry Alyssa but this won’t happen.’
‘’Dad, we didn’t even order…’’ Plastique seemed like she wanted to cry.
Damn, damn, damn. Ariel just wanted to hold her, she held her hand under the table, Plastique’s weak fingers squeezing Ariel’s in a cry for comfort. Ariel rubbed her thumb on Plastique’s hand, telling her everything was okay as they always did, it was such an intimate gesture in the middle of that whole hurricane.
She wanted the peace, the love, the healing they always felt when they were together. That moment was one thing, chaotic, and the poor fragile Plastique was in the middle of that. If she could, she would… She would fight her dad, but Ariel was paralyzed, she didn’t know how to react, just to hold Plastique’s hand as strong as she could.
‘’Do you even listen to yourself, Patricia? We raised you to be our heir, our treasure, you would marry a rich man and be an influential woman in high society… And if you marry… This girl, what will they think of you? She’s a bastard, and a girl! Do you think high society will accept you? Are you a lesbian now? Do you think a lesbian has success in her life?’’
Tears started to go down Plastique’s face. No, no, no… Ariel wanted to play with her hair until she calmed down, to kiss her forehead and make her the chamomile tea she knew she enjoyed that so much. Ariel wanted to be there for her, to fall asleep with her in her arms, the world would be a safe place. But now she could only rub her thumb on Plastique’s hand trying to give her the bare minimum of comfort she could at that moment.
‘’Well I am, but you never listened to me did you dad? Did you ever pay attention? And this girl here is the best thing that ever happened to me. She’s kind, she’s lovely, she has personality, and her arms are safer than any of your expensive security equipment could be. I love her!’’
‘’You don’t love her, we don’t approve this!’’
‘’I do, look at us, we are in love.’’ Plastique raised Ariel’s hand holding hers over the table, now it was visible - not just to her parents, but the whole restaurant was looking at them.
‘’Darling…’’
‘’Don’t interrupt me, Alyssa… Well, you can live without our money and with… this.’’ He looked at Ariel with the most disgusted face. ‘’Or fucking be normal and end this lesbian bullshit, right now’’
Violently crying, Plastique left the table and the restaurant, like a princess running away from her abusive, sick, and homophobic tower. Ariel’s first instinct was to go find her, outside the restaurant, sitting by the fountain, crying her soul out. She looked so weak, unprotected, now it was the right time to hold her. Ariel loved that girl so much… Usually, she made people cry, but seeing Plastique cry was like experiencing a thunderstorm.
‘’Baby…’’ she held her, she held her as tightly as she ever had Plastique sobbed even more. ‘’Shh, shh, I’m here, it’s okay.’’ She kissed her forehead.
‘’Don’t look at me I’m pathetic, I’m so sorry… This was such a dumb idea… I just thought they would change, that they loved me.’’
‘’No it wasn’t, you’re perfect Patricia, they are bullshit. Fuck it if they disown you, I have money, I can afford a pretty comfortable life for both of us baby, my parents would love you… God they would never stop talking about you, in fact I think they would like you more than they like me.‘’
‘’I don’t wanna be a weight for you Ariel, I’m such a failure…’’
‘’No you aren’t’’ Alyssa’s voice was irreplaceable. ‘’My daughter is everything but a failure, and I know that since I saw her stupid cute face after long hours of labor.’’
‘’Mom, what are you doing here?’’ Plastique asked surprised, cleaning her tears.
‘’Do you think I was going to support your father on his bullshit?’’
‘’Well…’’
“Sweetheart, I love you, and I’m sure Miss Thing here is as lovely as she seems. I see that in the way she looks at you, in the way she holds your hand, calms you down…’’ Alyssa looked at them fondly ‘’I always knew you were gay, since you spied the neighbor because she went to a preparatory school and that skirts were… Well…’’
Plastique blushed, Alyssa placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘’And it’s okay, I’m gonna change his mind I promise, I always do.’’
This fond moment meant so much for Ariel because she saw Plastique smile again. Her radiant smile was more precious than the diamond necklace she wore, more beautiful than all her dresses put together - Plastique was art, the most beautiful thing in the world, nothing could be ever compared. Ariel wondered if she knew how beautiful she was, how she made her heart skip a bit every time she smiled, how much everything she did meant for her.
So enamored, they were hugging each other. After all they got this, Plastique wasn’t lying at all - they were stronger with that, even if they didn’t have Alyssa’s support, they would get over this. Because they were so powerful, their love was a rose with a lot of thorns, but that thorns made them stronger to the world. Alyssa gave her a weird comfortable feeling, holding Ariel’s hands and looking directly to her eyes: ‘’You have my blessing, please take good care of her, she’s so fragile…’’
‘’I’m not a fragile thing needing to be protected!’’ Plastique crossed her arms.
‘’Baby I would love to agree with you but last week you cried when I showed you a kitty video.’’
‘’That kitty was so cute! It made me emotional.’’ Plastique complained ‘’I’m not fragile hmph’’
‘’Okay sweetheart you aren’t’’ Alyssa patted her head.
‘’Thank you mom.’’
‘’I’m lying, she’s such a baby and if you hurt her I’ll kill you bitch.’’
‘’Mom!’’ Plastique seemed mad ‘’Ariel don’t listen to her.’’
‘’You look so cute when you’re grumpy princess.’’
‘’No, not cute. Dangerous. I’m dangerous.’’ Plastique pouted.
Ariel kissed her pout: ‘’A dangerous cutie’’
To make Ariel’s heart burst into an explosion one more time, Plastique smiled, and she smiled back kissing her forehead. They didn’t even care if they were in front of Alyssa, but they got the woman sobbing.
‘’I can’t with you two, I’m so happy for you, truly.’’ Alyssa smiled to the fond moment ‘’…Now I have to get in again, what are you doing tonight?’’ she sighed.
‘’I promised Miss Versace some pizza at my place if it all went wrong, I guess we are watching a movie too. I don’t know.’’
‘’Yes babe Mean Girls and cuddle.’’ Ariel blinked.
Alyssa looked at both sides: ‘’Can I go with you? I don’t wanna bear Mr. Edwards and his bullshit tonight, to be fair honest I love him, but sometimes…’’
‘’Yes mom of course!’’ Plastique seemed electric as a child on a playground. ‘’It will be so fun, I didn’t see it coming, I know a very good pizza place. We can get delivery-’’
‘’Shhh Patricia, I know you’re excited’’ Alyssa patted her head. ‘’I hope I’m not third wheeling, and I want your hands in a place I can see them.’’
Plastique blushed so hard, Ariel cracked and couldn’t stop laughing. ‘’Bold of you to think you will even see them.’’
‘’Ariel! No mom isn’t true don’t worry.’’
‘’Patricia it’s okay people fuck, how do you think you were born?’’
Now Plastique was red as Alyssa’s lipstick.
And the following events were full of fond laughter and blushed cheeks - full of family. Plastique fell asleep in Ariel’s arms, and even in the dark she could swear she was the cutest thing in the world. Alyssa could too, she looked at them like she just saw the same kitty video that made Plastique cry from joy.
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