#coming back like a damn boomerang yes

[timethehobo]

He just keeps coming back in my doodles.

[va-3]

Confessions

Masterlist

Joker:

Mr. J had taken notice of the music you seemed to dance a little to when you accompanied him to his club for business meetings, so he put a little something together for you. Late into the night, when the club's crowd was rowdiest, Joker invited you out onto the dance floor. Your favourite music blasted over the speakers and you couldn't help but drop your guard down and let loose. For hours you danced, but when you had grown tired and wished to return home, Joker caught you by the waist and kissed you like he was drowning and you were oxygen.

Captain Boomerang:

Digger and y/n had established a mutual liking for each other within a month and decided to "hang out" more often, as Digger had put it. Both persons, although they didn't openly admit, were crushing on one another and frequently looked forward to the weekly meetings. For y/n, it was a great breather after a long week of working beneath her feisty mafia boss. Arriving, for once, later than Digger, y/n spotted her drinking buddy sitting on the other side of the bar and decided to see how long it'd take him to notice her. Slipping into a seat, she caught some of his conversation with the bartender. 

"Mate, you ever been in love?" The bartender nodded his head and laughed, "Yes, and it's one hell of a ride. You got your eyes on someone?" 

Digger laughed and stared dreamily across the bar, stiffening a little when he saw y/n. Sucking in a breath and muttering "fuck it" under his breath, he pointed across the bar at y/n, "Right there."

Deadshot:

Another day, another mission to kill the infamous ass-hat that was y/n. Floyd sighed when his scope rested against his eye and he watched y/n slide her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose and take a sip out of her drink, delivering a devious wink to him. Deciding against killing y/n for the thousandth time, he dropped his gun and shot a grapple above him to swing onto her porch. He landed without grace, but barely disturbed y/n's tanning. Greeting him quietly, y/n patted the second chair beside him. A recently made mojito sat on the table, like she'd been waiting for him(not that he doubted it). Floyd took a seat, and only a moment later y/n spoke up.

"Deadshot, I believe I've done something bad, but I'm not sure I care." He raised a questioning brow and turned his attention towards her and away from his mojito. "And what might that be?"

"I fell in love with you."

Diablo:

The gunfire in the air was getting thicker: hiding from the fight stopped being an option for the silent y/n. Chato watched as she stood and exhaled, her shoulders dropping. Darkness swirled around her feet slowly, becoming a shapeless creature behind her. Chato's panic began to rise the longer she stood in the open, in the middle of the gunfire drowning out his yells. Unable to sit any longer, he hopped up and yanked her back by her shoulder. She turned with a shocked expression that softened when she saw the concern in his eyes. 

"Chato, I love you, but you have to let me be a monster for a second."

Killer Croc:

y/n had been thrown across the plaza multiple times by Enchantress's larger brother, but every time she seemed to stand up with more energy than before. But when Waylon saw her go down, something in him broke a little. Why isn't she getting up? Barely avoiding being hit by the larger god, he slid through his legs and scooped y/n into his arms and ducked into the shadows. She was clearly unconscious, the large slash across her forehead ensuring that. Frantically he patted her face, trying but failing at waking her. Instead he cradled her face and put his forehead to her damaged one.

"Come on girl, don't go now..." Almost like she was listening, her eyes moved under her eyelids, and then opened, glistening with tears. She smiled happily and put her hand to his cheek, "Do you really care?"

"You're damn right I do." 

Harley Quinn:

Harleen had stopped coming in for sessions with y/n two weeks ago, and now she was giving up hope. Several other psychiatrists had been sent in to treat her, and every single one had left with their tail between their legs. y/n, for the first time in a long time, was genuinely upset. She missed Harleen's smile, and her ability to listen to her rambling. Now, she lie awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring across her room at the wall. Everything felt empty. You wanted to leave, and one way or another, you were going to. Ballpoint pen in hand, you raised it above your wrist...but the door opened. Your head snapped around and you beamed. In the doorway was Harleen—sure she looked more beat down and was clearly off her rocker, but your Harleen was back. 

"You're back!"

"Of course, I could never leave my girl behind."

June Moone:

Days with June never stopped being fun, but sometimes she just wanted out of the hotel room(as did you, but that is besides the point). The previous night you had suggested a classic movie to watch, but failed to mention that staying awake for the entire duration was almost impossible. Not even halfway through, June found you had slumped over the arm of the couch in a deep sleep. Not wanting to watch the movie without you, she took to sleeping as well, leaning against you. 

You were the first to awake, but it was not of natural cause. June was whimpering in her sleep, tears seeping through the fabric of your shirt where her face was rested. You instantly shook her awake, and cupped her face in your hands. Her eyes opened and gazed into yours, the room silent aside from sniffles. 

"What was it about?"

June didn't answer, she only pressed her lips against yours like you were going somewhere, anywhere, at any second. When she pulled away she rested her forehead against your shoulder.

"Never leave me, y/n..."

"It'll never be an option, I promise."

Enchantress:

From the start, Enchantress had been unable to stop staring at y/n's ethereality. And Enchantress's brother could see it. The way she stared when y/n took out human troops with the most beautiful display of power; it simply took her breath away. It wasn't until you were the one that needed help that she acted upon her crush. 

Helicopters, idiotically, had been consistently appearing in the sky, only to be struck down like gnats by y/n. But this time there were too many arriving to keep an eye on all at once. y/n was frantically casting beams of destruction at ships, but dodging their firing was getting far to difficult. Enchantress could see y/n's obvious exhaustion, and began to silently panic. Would her y/n be struck down? She shook the thought from her head and darted from the bottom of the building to the roof where y/n was attacking from. She arrived just in time to see y/n get hit in the side and cast to the ground. Screaming in fury and worry, Enchantress frantically shot down the remaining helicopters and scooped y/n up in her arms. 

"You're okay, you're okay," she whimpered, tracing you lips with her fingers. Golden blood seeped through her fingers, but in the opposite direction. y/n eyes opened and she smiled that dreamy smile of hers. 

"Yes, yes I am." 

Enchantress could do nothing but kiss her in that moment, because for once, she was speechless with gratitude.

Next

[tinkerbelle05]

17. “If you insult them, you insult me.” but with a protective!batdad and his hoard of children

Imagine the Wayne’s are at a gala right. They are scattered throughout the living room; some are dancing to the music, others are engaging in meaninglessness conversations with random Gotham elites, and others (who are legal) are drowning themselves in champagne so this night goes by faster.

Bruce was talking to some government official—he’d forgotten the name—when he saw it. The flash of discomfort graced Jason’s face. It was quick but Bruce saw it, clear as day. His eyes followed the two men that was clearly talking about Jason but not to him.

Bruce excused himself from the man and made his way over. He was stalking, going slow and quietly so the men couldn’t hear him and continued to run their mouths.

“I just don’t understand it. Like Dickie and the rest of his kids are well-behaved, but Narrows clearly doesn’t belong..”

“Yes, obviously he’s just a charity case and it’s nice of Bruce to do so, but he’s ruining the Wayne family name.”

Bruce would see the frown that’s growing on Jason’s face and his fist tightening. But beyond that Bruce could see the hurt and doubt in his eyes.

And no one makes his child feel that way.

“Excuse me, gentlemen” Bruce interrupted in a sickly sweet tone and wide smile. “I overheard you talking about my son. Things that I do not appreciate.”

“Oh, Mr. Wayne, we were just-“

“I do not care what you are saying. It’s all bullshit,” he comes closer to the men, his voice becoming louder and the smile dropped. You will not come into my home and insult my children, any of them. I don’t care what opinions you have of them.”

“We were just stating facts. It has nothing to with you, he is-“

“My child! He is my child and you dare insult him in his own home. If you insult him, you insult me. And if you insult me, then I will make sure your stocks reach a point where you won’t be worth a damn.”

Silence filled the room as all eyes where all them. People had their phones out, reports scrambling to write every word on their notepads, and his children smiling and smirking.

Jason found his way to his siblings, watching with a devious smile on his face. It felt gratifying to see it return.

“Now, go and do not come back,” he demanded.

“Now, Bruce-”

“I believe Master Bruce told you two to leave and remaining here is trespassing, and that is Mr. Wayne to you.” Alfred stiffly reminded them and escorted them out.

After that the party has returned to its previous state of light classical music and chatter.

Jason said when Bruce came back. He pulled them into a dark secluded corner. “You didn't have to do all of that, Bruce.”

“Yes, I did. No one insult my children and gets away with it.” He responded. He cups Jason’s face with his hands and bring the man down to kiss on the forehead, “Do not believe a word that those men said, don't believe a word that anyone says. You are my son, and everyday my love for you grows. Never forget that.”

“Geez, your getting sappy in your old age.” Bruce sees the light blush on Jason’s cheeks at his declaration. “I love you too.”

Of course all of the headlines the following day were all about the public lashing that John Hemmings and Mark Hastling received from Gotham’s Prince. And as Bruce said, their stocks certainly did plummet.

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In 1x01 Steve finds a key:

and soon he meets Danny:

In 1x24 Steve finds this key again (he gets it back):

and Danny is also there:

So. The first and the last episodes of season 1 have this "finding a key" scene.

In the first episode Steve finds the key and very soon Danny comes to his life. In the last episode Steve finds the key and very soon... Danny will be gone from his life (he won't but at this moment show's narration tells us that Danny is going to come back to Jersey and to sacrifice his own happiness and health for his dear Gracie).

Look, I remember that the key belongs to The Case. Yeah, John, governor Pat, Doris, Wo Fat etc etc. But to hell with them now. The key. It can't be a coincidence! I mean, I truly believe that it means something. I truly believe that this damn key is also a symbol.

What is a key for? It unlocks. What is still locked in the beginning of the Pilot? Steve's heart.

He's lonely, he lost his mother, father, brother Freddie, in some way he lost his sister. He has no friend now (and he has never had SUCH friend, absolutely best friend, like Danny before). He doesn't know what love (in romantic sense) is, has never truly loved and has never felt truly loved. And even his family... Steve felt a lack of love there too.

In that garage, oh, he is so alone. So damn alone with all his feelings, with his grief.

But suddenly he finds a key. And then boom! He meets Danny. He meets a person he needs so much. Destiny (seriously!) gives him Danny. Danny is the best friend ever. Danny is love of Steve's life. Every next episode shows us how perfect soulmates Steve and Danny are. How much happy and loved is Steve when Danny is present in his life.

Danny unlocked Steve's heart. The scene with Steve finding the key is like an omen. A good omen. It's like "something will be opened soon" and indeed, it happens.

And then there's the last episode of this season. Everything what Steve has... he will lose it. His best friend, his love, his everything soon will leave him, will leave Five-0, will leave Hawaii. And with whom? With Rachel. So a double nightmare is coming. Steve will be hurt. His heart will be locked again. No, his heart will be dead this time.

Laura's death... It looks like it's their last case together. Last adventure. Last moments in life. But hey, what Steve finds? The key. He has it back now. And what happens soon? He is arrested and Danny... Danny stays. Stays in Steve's life. Stays for Steve.

Danny realizes that he can't sacrifice himself and his love (yes, Steve is love of his life with no doubt). He loves Gracie deeply but he can't suffer like this even for her. He realizes that he doesn't have to. He can have both: Grace and Steve. And to have Grace he doesn't have to be with Rachel and to pretend he loves her. He is free now. Steve and Hawaii are his home, his freedom. They're his key (and Grace's) to a better and happier life. To love.

The key came back to Steve. Danny is now his again too. Another sign. Destiny, again. When Steve holds the key it looks like a scene from some fairytale. It looks like the voice of destiny whispers to him "Don't worry. You will never lose him. He is yours forever".

They're each other's key. Damn boomerang-key that can never be truly lost cause their love is too powerful.

[devil-acid]

You delivered on that war's picture and I loved it! He looks great.

In return Here is some War's angst for you. I hope you like it! :)

It had all been going so well.

Then the portal.

Then the damn Hynox.

Wild’s Hyrule sucked. “Remind me to tell Wild that his home sucks!”

“Oh, don’t worry Wind. I am first in line!” Raising his shield in front of him he blocked an arrow from an archer on one side of the clearing. He and Wind had been separated from the group. The pair of them fighting through a horde of Bokblins from what they can only assume is Wild’s Hyrule.

An approaching Hynox told them this wouldn’t be as easy as they first assumed.

The fight wasn’t pretty. Monsters surrounded the pair from all sides and they tried to keep them back. Swords slashed as monsters screamed. Black blood dripped from their blades as they danced around each other. Warriors noticed the moment the sailor slowed slightly.

He was getting tired, so he had to protect him. He had to keep them off Wind.

“Guys! Anyone! We could use some help over here!!!” He was distracted, the call for help having echoed through the forest.

“War’s lookout!!!!”

Wind’s warning came too late.

The moment the blade slashed across his chest was the moment his breath was stolen from him. Everything stopped.

The world froze as the icy feeling of pain spread across him. Spiraling up and across as his body lost contact with the ground. As he flew. His Sword flew from his grasp as he landed several feet away from where he was standing. Landing with a sickening crunch on his side.

Oh yes, something was broken.

“Wars!!”

That was wind. Wind was moving towards him. The Hynox was too.

No don’t do that. Either of them.

“War’s I’m coming!” The sailor's small voice sounded through the clearing as he pulled a boomerang from his belt. Throwing it towards a bokoblin as he began to run. Watching it impale itself into the monster's eye he grabbed at it on his way past. Yanking it with all his strength as he continued to move.

“Get away from my brother!” He stood tall in an opening in the monster's, phantom sword in one hand and boomerang in the other. As he tried to find a way through.

“Wind…. Don’t” He struggled through shallow breaths.

Man, his chest hurt.

Remember what they taught you, don’t move. Don’t move. Deep breaths and apply pressure.

Trying to move his arm was the worst idea. As pain shot through him anew. Burning hot and bright as he stopped that movement and rolled onto his back.

So his arm was broken. Wonderful.

“Wars! I’m coming! Just hold on!” The sound of struggle had him attempting to turn his head, Pain shot through his head. “Just gotta get past these guys!”

A howl through the trees indicated that aid was close at hand.

Good. Wind would be safe.

He would live…

Huh.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” The flash of yellow across the sky and a yell from the Hynox told him that the sailor's boomerang had hit home.

“Wind!” Sky’s voice sounded across the clearing first.

“ITS WARS!” The sailor yelled as he charged the monster, phantom sword raised. “HE’S THERE YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM!!!!” Sliding under a swing from the beast he continued his attack. Jumping up and moving backwards. His eyes looked rapidly at the group that arrived.

Legend, Sky and Twilight.

“PLEASE HELP HIM! PLEASE!” Wind yelled, as he caught the boomerang again and threw it once more, swinging his body around with his throw it flew up into the Sky and hit home right in the Hynox’s eye. The monster recoiled as it gripped its face. Falling to the ground.

“Legend!” Sky’s voice. “Can you see him?!”

“Yep!” The veteran's quick response spurred them into action.

“I’ll take the Hynox with Wind! You and Twilight get the captain out of here!” Sky’s voice sounded his eyes burning with determination as he sprinted off to help the sailor.

“You got it!” He ran as fast as he could, quickly arriving at the captain's side. “Hey, Captain! Pretty boy! Can you hear me?” Legend slid to the ground as hands immediately shot to the wound across his chest. The pressure forced a sound out of his chest. As the pain shot anew. Twilight appeared not long after, the familiar shift of magic sending a chill up his spine.

He tried to respond. But the world was spinning so fast. He felt so dizzy. The shroud of pain was so intense across his body. That he couldn’t form words.

The sound of pain would have to do.

“Captain I need you to stay with me as long as you can!” Legend leant against his hands across the wound. His hands instantly became drenched in blood. “Twilight. Get my bag, the spare clothes we need to pack this wound to stop the bleeding as soon as we can!”

Something was broken.

“His arms broken.”  Twilight said as he dug through the bag. Grabbing a bottle with a red potion inside. His eyes looked to the ground.

There’s so much blood…

“Come on Link you can't Die on me now I’ve not had my fill of sarcastic quips from you.” Legend said, as Twilight wrapped up the clothes into small bundles that he could lean against.

The yell of a Hynox told them that Sky and Wind had been successful.

Good. They would be safe.

“Wars? Wars?!” Wind's worried voice sounded over the fog in his mind. “Is he okay? Is he going to be okay?!”

“That was quick.” Twilight mused as he continued to fish around in legends bag for the clothes. Throwing items out with muttered apologies, saying that he’d put all the items in the bag again after.

“Later. I’ve got potions.” Sky said firmly. As he sat, his eye clanking to twilight quickly before pulling out his own bag. “What are you after.”

“Something to pack the wound, slow the bleeding until we can get Hyrule.” Twilight said straight. Finally pulling out a plane white shirt.

“I’ve got something we can use.” Sky fished around and quickly pulled out his spare undershirt. Moving it quickly towards legend.

“So do I!” Wind started to move too. But sky stopped him with his hand. “What?”

“Potions. We need potions.” The skyloftians voice was firm, he looked to wind with a neutral expression as the sailor tried to stifle the moment of panic from his heart.

“O…okay.”

“I don’t know if he’ll keep them down.” For some reason, to the captain, that voice sounded like it was moving away

“We have to…” That voice was a little further… Why did he move away that was stupid.

“Wars?” A voice. So far away.

Who said that anyway? The world was fading at the edges.

“War’s stay with me! Stay here!” He felt something on his face but couldn’t see it. It soon faded. Too, leaving him.

“Wars!” Desperation. That sounded like…

Who was that?

The voices were getting muffled. Feeling lost. Feeling… Feeling….

Silence.

Feeling nothing. He felt like he was floating. Floating in a vast sea. His tunic was damp, It had to be water.

Was there… someone he needed to protect?

Maybe this was the Great Sea Wind always spoke about? How peaceful.

They’d be okay.

The others. Would make it.

He could…. He could….

Rest.

WHA.... I...

WHAT

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOO GOOOOD, wind trying to protect his big brother uggggghh, they both make me so ;;;;;;

warriors in so much pain ouchouch poor boy (<-- said innocently like he doesnt enjoy watching him suffering)

I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANKS YOUUUU

goodbye warriors I will miss you

[chickensoup-4-mysoul]

herculean (drrr x f!reader) - chapter 31

chapter 31 - call to arms

synopsis: help is on the way.

word count: 3,483

warnings:

"but I won't let this go not my tomorrow don't forget your pride it's laying in her bed of sorrow what you, what you done to me i swear to you it's gonna come back like a boomerang,, boomerang - yebba

The streets of Ikebukuro were oddly still on this quiet night. Nothing out of the ordinary disrupted the usual bustle of passing cars and moving crowds. Even the stars twinkled quietly in the sky, a rare instance to see with the abundant fluorescent lighting that decorated the streets.

As he walked home from a typical longer day at school, Mikado Ryuugamine was acutely aware of the feeling. The feeling that all of this could break at any moment. He anticipated it every day, that a city as unpredictable as this would surely brew up something new. It had been the longest phase of peace he had experienced since he first moved to the city, ever since Horada was defeated and Masaomi disappeared.

He looks at the girl walking beside him. Anri Sonohara clutches her briefcase in front of her, face and stature radiating calmness. She had grown from the troubled, mysterious young girl that he had first met. Now, they understood more about each other, if only a little bit. A load had been lifted from their shoulders. However, both had agreed not to approach anything further until the return of their friends.

Yes, with the peace came the loss of two friends.

First, Masaomi. While unexpected, the two came to terms with the fact that the boy had a lot to figure out. They held onto hope that when he found that understanding, he would be back--and they would welcome him with open arms, and continue as usual.

But then, the next loss was even more sudden. It had been weeks since they had seen (Y/N). After a bit of asking around, it appeared that everyone was in the same boat. That video of you spread quickly, and word of mouth traveled even quicker. Each whisper added more uncertainty…but the two refused to assume anything until they could talk to you. Worry plagued them as the days went by, and they often worried that, unlike Masaomi, you wouldn’t be back.

Mikado had tried to do some digging in the Dollars forums, but all that had come up were more ridiculous rumors. Even with Anri’s newfound resolve, he could see how much your absence was weighing on her. If he could do anything to dispel that weight, he would.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Anri says as the two begin to walk separate paths. Her smile is simple, but an eager shine inhabits her gaze. She looks forward to seeing him again. Mikado matches her smile, waving goodbye before their backs finally turn to each other.

He only makes it a few steps further before his phone buzzes in his pocket, the ringtone signifying a text. That’s odd. Who could be texting him right now? It’s embarrassing to say, but he wasn’t exactly the receiver of many texts these days. Not from anyone besides Anri, or Erika and Walker, oddly enough. His curiosity has him fishing out the phone and checking the notification. 

Mikado stops in his tracks. The message is short; succinct--but it takes him forever to read it as his eyes scan the same words over and over. Once to make sure he was reading right. Another to comprehend the words. One last time to really sound it out in his head. Each pass-over brings more tension to his now rigid shoulders. 

A sharp, high sound meets his ears. He turns to the source of the sound. There, he sees Anri, not much further away than he is. She mirrors his condition, shoulders pinched and eyes owlishly wide. She stares down at the small screen in her hands. Almost sensing him, the girl meets Mikado’s gaze. The two stare at each other, common thoughts shared by a simple look.

...

“Hey, weirdos! Throw out the trash, willya?”

“Aw, Dotachinnn! You’ve done it for us before!”

“I’m not your damn mother.”

Erika Karisawa sports an exaggerated pout as she and Walker drag themselves from Saburo’s van, several empty takeout boxes gathered in their arms. The two had used the trunk as a makeshift seat while they ate dinner--a sort of loophole to Saburo’s ‘no eating in the car’ rule. The trashcans were only around the corner, but they had been so comfortable! As the two disposed of the trash, the other half of the van gang filed back into the car. Kadota starts to slide into the passenger seat when something buzzes and chimes in his pocket. Erika and Walker had already continued one of their eccentric conversations by the time they returned. 

“I’m telling you--there’s so much left in this volume. There’s no way they can cram that all into….Dotachin?”

The pair pauses just as they go to open the van’s back door. Erika’s eyebrow furrows at the sight of their leader. The man sits only halfway into the vehicle, his legs still hanging onto the concrete floor. The collar of his jacket covers the lower half of his face, but all the perceptive Erika needs to see is his gaze. Even under the shade of his hat can she see it; the panic in the gleaming whites of his eyes. His cell phone is clutched tightly in his hand, whatever inhabits the screen being the cause of his behavior. Erika’s hand hovers over her own phone in her bag, wondering if there was something on her phone as well. The thought is cut off by a gasp beside her.

She looks over at Walker, finding him in a similar state. Having had the same thought, he had already checked his own phone. The color of his pupils is visible with how his eyes widen. Erika peeks over his shoulder to finally see what the fuss was about. Looking at the words across his screen, she doesn’t replicate the men’s reactions. Instead, her face melts into steel. She yanks the car door open and smoothly maneuvers inside.

“We have to go.”

...

“Oh, Celtyyy, I’ve got your robe fresh from the dryer!” Shinra waltzes into the bedroom, a mirthful flush decorating his face. He dons a robe of his own, the white fluff matching the black fabric he held in his arms. However, where he expects to see the bare body of his fiance in their shared bed, he only finds a pile of sheets. “Wha- Celty?”

He hears movement elsewhere in the apartment and quickly follows it. He finds the source in the living room, where Celty has just finished zipping up her black body suit. She grabs her bright yellow helmet on her way toward the front door.

“W-Wha-!? Celty!” Shinra stumbles over the coffee table as he chases after his lover. She doesn’t respond to him initially, making a B-line to exit the apartment. “What happened to our night in?” 

The headless woman whips back around, shoving her cellphone into his face. Shinra expects to see the usual message--an explanation for what’s going on. However, he’s not met with that familiar yellow-striped screen and black text.

The screen is black, with a singular blue text bubble near the top.

UNKNOWN (Y/N) Brigall has been abducted in a silver Toyota Sienna, license plate --500 46-49. The car is headed to the abandoned warehouse at 2-chōme-20-10 Minamiikebukuro

“Oh…” Shinra’s mouth presses into a thin line. His pupils briefly switch between the phone screen and his own reflection in Celty’s helmet. He nods, his airy smile returning. “Ok. I’ll be here when you get back!”

...

“Unfortunately, this will take a bit longer than I’d hoped, but I did plan for this. There’s an adequate amount of time before we need to be on our flight.”

“Won’t she need to be conscious to get through airport security, sir?”

Brigall glares at the man driving the vehicle. Having made a successful getaway, Isaac drove at a more legal speed than the initial takeoff. It was safe to say that they were clear from here on out. “As I said , I’ve planned for this. Once we reach the warehouse, I’ll administer a dose of the memory serum. We’ll have to wait it out until she wakes up, but when she does, she should be docile enough to cooperate.”

“I see. I wouldn’t expect any less from you, doctor. You are truly genius.” The doctor’s chest swelled with pride. 

“This warehouse, how did you find it?”

“I’ve been connecting with a local informant. He’s kept tabs on her for me. Although I’m disappointed that this memory slip-up wasn’t brought to my knowledge…Useless man.”

“Yes, your serum was fool-proof. I wonder what could have possibly circumvented it.” The butler’s eyes stayed trained on the road ahead. As it grew later into the night, fewer and fewer bodies inhabited the streets. After a particular exit, no other cars were visible for miles. A flash of light appears behind him. Sparing a brief glance, he notices two headlights a fair distance behind. However, that distance closes rapidly as the vehicle speeds through the empty street.

“And not an officer to be seen. People really are foolish in this degenerate town.” Brigall gripes, having noticed the same vehicle. It had now fully overtaken their car, cruising ahead in the lane next to them. “What a drab hunk of junk.”

Said hunk of junk suddenly switches into the lane right in front of them, the tail lights flashing as the vehicle abruptly brakes. Isaac swears as he swerves, the car moving too fast to come to a full stop. The wheels burn against the asphalt road. The left tires are pulled into the air by the momentum, momentarily tipping the whole car. The men’s bodies jolt as they return to an upright position.

“What the hell!?” Brigall clutches the seat underneath him tightly, still reeling from the sudden movement.

“Apologies, sir.” There’s not time to recuperate before Isaac hits the gas once more. He checks the rearview mirror again, watching the larger vehicle continue to trail behind them. “It would appear we’re being followed.”

“Well, lose them!” The doctor rolls down his window, craning his neck to get a better look at the offending vehicle. The large green van had little trouble keeping up. He couldn’t make out faces through the dark windshield. An uneasy feeling rises within him.  “Are you even listening!? Floor it!” The car jerks forward at full speed, successfully increasing the space between both vehicles. 

As for this van, its passengers are attempting to assuage the rapidly approaching motion sickness from the bumpy ride. Its driver, however, remains undeterred as he stomps the pedal to the metal. “Not so fast, fucker!”

If there was anyone you could call for a car chase, it was Saburo Togusa. 

A triumphant sneer spreads across Brigall’s face as they manage to evade the van. Nothing was going to come between him and that plane. “Doctor…”

“Just be quiet and drive.”

“I’m afraid we have more company.”

“What?” He pulls his head back through the window to look through the front windshield. For a moment, he can’t make anything out in the dark. Then, he catches a speck of yellow. As the car drives closer, he realizes that there’s something in the middle of the road--or rather, some one .

The figure is shrouded in darkness, perched on a motorbike and stationed right in front of the exit that would lead them to the warehouse.

“Nothing but a motorbike. Keep driving--either they move or become roadkill.” Isaac nods in acceptance of the command, doing nothing to stifle his speed. To their alarm, the van was rapidly closing in, now switching lanes to drive directly beside them. Brigall gawks at the colorful portrait of an anime girl that decorates the back side door. The door slides open, revealing a woman in a long, black dress. She braces her arms against the frame of the door as she pokes her torso out. Loose strands of hair whip around her face, her hat thankfully stowed away for safekeeping.

“Careful, Erika, we’re going full speed!” Kyohei shouts.

“Relax, I’m just getting a better look!” From this close, Erika can make out figures inside. Two male bodies take up the driver and passenger seats, but as her eyes search the back seats, she can’t find a third figure. “I don’t see her!”

“Are we sure this is the right car?” Walker tries to peek over Erika’s shoulder from his safer position in the backseat. 

“It’s gotta be. License plate matches and everything!”

“They’re headed right for that address. It’s the old Yellow Scarves hideout, isn’t it?” Kyohei directs his attention to the driver, who nods.

“They’ve gotta be up to some shady shit. Can’t get too rough if she’s in there…Don’t worry, I’ll follow their asses all the way there!”

Brigall frantically looks between the van beside him and the shadow-y figure lurking ahead. Who the hell were these people? They couldn’t possibly know about the woman in the trunk. How could they know? “They don’t appear to be budging, sir.”

“Just mow ‘em over!” he snaps. His teeth busy themselves with his short, stumpy nails. Isaac remains unperturbed, even as they draw closer and closer to the person on the motorbike. They don’t notice how the shadows beneath them begin to move, forming long streams across the ground. Suddenly, the shadows rise, creating a misty cloud of darkness around the car. Isaac has to slam the brakes once his vision is completely obscured. The sudden movement causes Brigall to bite into his own thumb, the force no doubt drawing blood.

“D-dammit,” he sputters, trying and failing to maintain his composure. “What is this!?” The doctor struggles to think of a new plan. Isaac surveys the darkness surrounding the vehicle, before looking down at the GPS he had been using. His eyes spot the small compass in the corner of the screen. “Don’t fret, doctor. Stay buckled.”

Before Brigall can even question his butler’s intentions, the car lurches back into motion. A startled shout tears its way from the doctor’s throat as they move through the darkness. 

Celty had just pulled up beside the window when the car shot forward. She narrowly avoided being hit, watching as the shadows around the vehicle dissipated slowly. The dullahan hoped that she could simply stop the car, not wanting to cause a wreck that would get you hurt. As she racked her brain for a plan, a pool of light surrounded her.

The blinding lights of the green van came within inches of her before skidding to a halt. A brief tremor racks through Celty’s body, her heart recovering from the sudden scare. A head pops out of the passenger side window. “That you, Celty? What’re you doing out here?”

Through the bright shine of the headlights, she recognizes Kadota’s features. She maneuvers her scared-stiff body around the vehicle, typing a message onto her phone.

“It’s (Y/N). She’s been taken and she’s in that car somewhere.”

“Yeah, we got the memo. Looks like it’s getting away, but we’ll catch ‘em at the location.” Kadota watches the silver car disappear into the distance, struggling to fight off the unease building in his gut. 

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” Walker pipes up from the back seat. “Going off what everybody saw weeks ago, she shouldn’t be easy to just snatch up. What exactly are we up against? Could it be something supernatural?”

“We can chat about it on the ride there--c’mon, we can’t give them too much time!” Saburo’s body roars with impatience. Celty nods and goes to retrieve her bike. However, as she climbs over the seat, a strange sound meets her ears. It sounds like some sort of patter, like rain against the concrete. It grows closer, and she eventually recognizes the sound of many running feet. 

“Celty!” Even from a distance, she can hear the breathlessness of the voice. Two small figures grow closer. Mikado and Anri can’t quite make it all the way to the woman before they have to stop, doubling over to catch their breaths. By now, the van gang has also picked up on the footsteps, but their focus is drawn to the third body that approaches from a different direction. This one hurtles at a much more alarming speed, blurs of blonde hair signaling exactly who the figure is.

Shizuo sprints at an inhuman pace, breathing quiet and even. Unlike Mikado and Anri, he shows no sign of stopping. He’s easily on the verge of overtaking everyone, only lulling slightly in speed at the sight of Celty.  “S…She’s in trouble!” Anri heaves, barely able to muster her voice. 

“No more time--in the van!” Erika’s voice holds an uncharacteristic amount of power. The backdoor to the van slides open and the two teenagers stumble inside. With Celty out of the way, the van’s engine roars back to life. “Grab Shizuo and meet us there, Celty!” Erika shouts as the vehicle speeds off. Celty quickly follows their lead, revving up Shooter.

Before following them, she rides in a circle, turning around to ride beside Shizuo. They travel side by side, matching speeds. The man spares her a glance, staring into the darkness within her helmet. Even without eyes to look into or a mouth to speak, the two seem to communicate almost telepathically. She only needs to see the look in his eyes before she nods. Her shadows rise around him, caressing his face before materializing into a helmet. Shizuo briefly slows to throw a leg over the back of her bike, grasping tightly onto the seat as a new burst of speed practically teleports them forward.

...

“...ey…”

“...ello…”

“Hello!!”

A gasp tears itself through you as you jolt awake. You open your eyes to pure nothingness. Your hands move on their own, patting over your face and chest in an attempt to find a semblance of tangibility. Your gaze is too flustered and jumpy to make sense of your surroundings. Panic rises in your bloodstream with each wave of confusion invading your senses.

“Hey, don’t worry!”

A voice. Perky and soft. Behind you. A person behind you. Your mind scrambles for the comfort of comprehension. You reel toward the source of the voice, eager for another presence. “W-where am-!”

Your voice stops in your throat with a watery choke. It feels as though someone had snatched the breath from your lungs.

A figure stood before you in the black abyss, their presence appearing exceedingly bright amongst their surroundings. Their soft, striped pants billowed around their ankles, swayed by some unknown source of wind. Delicately ornate fabric decorates their torso, cloaked by light-washed denim. 

“Like my outfit, huh? I picked it special!” You don’t grant them a response, too racked with disbelief.  “Gotta impress on my first night in Ikebukuro!”

The source of the voice smiles. A familiar smile, with a familiar crinkle about the eyes. 

Your eyes.

“I’m dreaming…hallucinating, or something.” There’s little power behind your voice, small and trepid.

“Yeah, probably!” You…the figure shrugs, “But, y’know, it’s not so bad, is it? You get to see me again!”

You don’t respond, barely able to absorb the distorted mirror you were staring into. The more you comprehended, the more it all felt like a sick, twisted joke. The light in her eyes. The glow in her skin. The hallmarks of joy that had undoubtedly faded from your countenance long ago. 

Where fuzzy confusion once sat, hot rage takes its place. It sizzles down your spine and chest, shooting out of each of your arms until one has reeled back into a fist. A carnal roar tears through your throat as your hand goes flying, aimed straight between the eyes of the infuriating apparition.

Right where knuckles would make contact with skin, your arm moves right through. Before you can recover, your body’s momentum follows your fist. Your feet lose their bearings and you’re sent hurtling to the ground. You prepare yourself for the stinging pain of the cold hard ground…

But it never comes.

The cold, breezy feeling around you dissipates into something much more stifling. Where nothingness once enveloped you, something solid is now cradling your lying body. You try to explore your continued consciousness, but find that you can’t even lift your head. The impulses of movement flit through your limbs and fingertips, but they are futile and fleeting. You are forced to reconcile with the insides of your own eyelids. Panic courses through you at the incapacitation. It feels like the worst kind of sleep paralysis, your heart hammering and pulse roaring. 

Suddenly, you feel the space around you jolt, shifting your body until you come into rough contact with something beside you. Perhaps if you still possessed feeling in your body, you would register the pain. Instead, you reserve your focus on gathering your frenzied thoughts. 

Just as the pounding of blood fades from your ears, they trade places with another sound, muffled and distant.

The familiar whinny of a horse.

[holographicbegonia]

Bro I am so confused.

Okay, Miraculous Season 5 Finale, uhhhhh

SPOILERS AHEAD

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Mega confusion and discussion spoilers under the cut

I thought it was going really well! There was a lot happening in a little time, but it all seemed to be explained at least a little bit. I literally just finished it so here’s my thought process:

I love me a good ol’ crossover in film and animation when they bring in all the past characters from movies, old episodes, etc. And I thought it was really cool! Bringing the United Heros, Fei, Alice, hehehehehe and

*spongebob voice* hiii lukaa

Luka, Jagged, and Penny become part of the Order of the Guardians? Okay yeah whatever I’m not gonna question it. No I am: LIKE I UNDERSTAND LUKA BUT WHY IS JAGGED DOING MIRAKUNG FU-

it was a cool fight scene. Seeing everyone use their powers and working together was fun!

On the other side of the episode-/ we all got thrown for a LOOP man

Does anyone else think it feels really weird how, Prior to the end of the episode, Adrian had like- two scenes? While, yes, he can’t do much without his miraculous, it was weird not getting an update on him and kagami while they’re in confinement. Also while we’re here, lately all we’ve been talking about is how they’re finally revealing the whole sentimonster thing, and why Adrian responds to every command of his father, YET EVERYTHING HE DOES IN THE BEGINNING HES DIRECTLY DISOBEYING GABRIELS ORDERS?? I’m confused

And the big thing, the miraculous’.

I’m a little surprised you’re even able to unify tikki and plagg considering using them together for a wish summons REALITY BITCH OVER HERE/

Marinette immediately gets her cover blown to Gabriel, same with him. So now, it’s personal. Marinette had a pretty calm reaction to EMILIES BODY (dead? Comatosed? Idk anymore) and caught on pretty quick to what Gabriel wanted- and I thought it was going so well! Marinette talked him down, the boomerang trick was cool, the butterfly miraculous, one of the only og miraculous left, so we should keep it safe, GETS FLUNG INTO WATER// which also, Lyla walks in the Agreste Manor mid-fight, but unless I missed it, isn’t seen until the end with the miraculous. You’re telling me she swam through that green ass basement water and got the miraculous?

I genuinely though Gabriel was gonna fold. After seeing the video on Natalie’s phone. Knock some sense into him that, this isn’t what she wanted. I mean, SURLY they’re not gonna let him do the Big Bang thing this entire show over the course of 8 years has stopped him from doing. Yknow since it’s been explained multiple times over 8. Years. Surly with the amount of destruction it does, and we have new seasons coming, they won’t let him do the thing.

He DOEs THE THING.

Also, side note: the kwamis real form look really really cool but I NEED to see Pollens real form cause ik it’s BEAUTIFUL.

So, Yknow how Sass explained in pretty EASY TERMS to Luka how the wishing works?

Red Pen, Blue Pen.

This entire time we’ve been under the impression that in exchange for bringing back Emilie, everything would change. The people, the earth, everything currently in the world. A completely alternate universe where everything is different, except that Emilie is alive. The whole reason we’ve been rooting for Cat Noir and Ladybug to win, is because Gabriel winning was, morally, wrong. Romantic and sad, yes, but his entire mission was to destroy everything and everyone in his way to get his wife back. People DIED (kinda) Families ruined, worlds changed, and this was all before he made the wish. The whole conflict of the show so far was that yes, we’re rooting for our superheroes, but we also feel bad for Adrian and Gabriel losing Emilie: so we understand where his anger comes from.

This IS THROWN OUT THE DAMN WINDOW. bro idk if I blinked and missed something, if I did, lemme know, but/ everything was fine???? Are you kidding me??? i THINK what they were trying to get past, is that the person making the wish, would also choose what happens? I’m still trying to figure out so heres the possibilities in my brain.

Gabriel wished, and realized he was dying, so he gave his life in return for Emilie. (Unrealistic? Emilie (or her sister) is shown in the end, but if that were true and for some reason everyone remembers the past before the wish, Adrian would be freaking out a bit.)

Gabriel wished, knew he was dying, had his reunion, and gave his life for Natalie. This is why they didn’t have him outright say the wish, and instead have Gimmi read his soul. (While this is a little more realistic, after he saw the video, it leaves a lot of plotholes and issue to figure out.)

Gabriel wished for Emilie, and by pure chance, he was the trade. (Also unrealistic?)

It really depends, Natalie is seen at the end, much more healthy than previously, sitting next to either Emilie or Amelie. If it’s Emilie then there’s a whole issue, because the characters shown still had a memory of the world before? People would notice she’s there, while in comparison, a lot of people didn’t know Natalie was sick.

The end just, ticked me off. Five seasons, the emotional heartache we went thru believing that Gabriel would ruin the whole world, just for something so…anticlimactic? I know they’ve been building up Lyla as a villain much more recently, but completely killing off Gabriel takes out so much conflict out of the still-ongoing show. It’s an event we never thought would actually happen. We were built up to believe everyone and everything in the show would be gone, and that’s why it couldn’t happen. That yes, Gabriel knew the wish would destroy the world, but that he would give the entire universe for his Love, and his son to have his mom again. That’s what made it SAD and ROMANTIC and THEY THREW IT OUT???? Instead we get the same world, where everything kept going on. The destruction from the battle was fixed, Ms. Bustier won the election and changed a lot around Paris. The kids are all hanging out summer-style, Luka gets to stay in Paris (yes!) Adrian and Marinette get their kiss, and everything is good. I believed it was explained to Paris that, Ladybug and Gabriel Agreste worked together to defeat Monarch, and Gabriel died in battle? And yet in this last scene there’s little to no mourning or confused feelings from Adrian. He has the ring scene, but besides that: his father whom he recently has come to hate, because he started to see just how selfish he was to his mission in Paris, was actually cool and killed supervillain so it’s okay. LIKE- YOU CANT JUST DO THAT.

Marinette still remembers what happened, everyone remembers the day before the present. Everyone remembers their Kwamis and their powers. Lyla still had the butterfly miraculous. Ladybug and Cat Noir are…still needed? For something at the end? Is this the bad alternate reality where they defeated Monarch, so they went into retirement and had the ugliest children known to man? ITS JUST CONFUSING.

If we knew that Gabriel’s wish would just sacrifice one thing, we would have been fine with him wishing long ago because we didn’t have empathy for him yet. However, our explanation was Red pen, Blue pen. Not Red beans in exchange for Green Strawberries. Gabriels now death leaves too many open holes.

Is Alliance not a thing now? Is Tsurugi-San off the hook? Does she know what happened? Marinette knows Adrian is a sentimonster now, and in turn, SHOULD HE EVEN BE ALIVE RN? There’s a lot of rules for sentimonsters, but with what’s all happened I’m suprised Adrian still exists? Is Lyla just going to take over as Hawkmoth-Lyla? Is she going to have some big ol wish now, because we as the fandom had too much empathy for Gabriel?

It’s confusing, it’s also 8 am. So I’m going to eat and reread everything I just wrote to try and process. Have a good day everyone and PLEASE Use this to have a discussion on the episodes cause I’d like everything to be a little clearer. Thank you!

[theowritesfiction]

‘The Western Air Temple’

Okay wow, yes, the upside-down Air Temple is one of the coolest places in the world of ATLA. Interesting little Zuko flashback, too, I had forgotten that this was not his first visit to the temple.

Ok, so Aang is back to his flighty "I guess you don't have a firebending teacher lined up for me, so I’ll just goof around" ways. Enter Zuko. Zuko hatching his plans on how to convince the Gaang to accept him and delivering his monologue to a frog will never stop being funny. The Frog remains unconvinced. But I think Zuko's impersonation of Azula was actually pretty good. :)

Ooof, Zuko's first attempt to ingratiate himself to the group is so damn rough. Can't believe he used the practiced routine that didn't even work on the frog. Still... he was doing almost okay until he mentioned the Combustion Man. Seriously Zuko? Diplomacy is clearly this boy's dump stat. (Great for a future Fire Lord...) Gotta say, I love seeing Katara being absolutely ruthless to Zuko here.

okay, but for Zuko thinking that he should have said Azula sent the assassin... sorry, Zuko, that's 30 Jerk Points right there. I think it also clearly shows how biased Zuko is when it comes to his sister, and that HE is actually just as or even more ready to lie to make her look worse.

I loved all the back and forth between the Gaang when discussing Zuko, and I thought it was especially interesting how Toph mentioned that Zuko could have turned out a lot worse considering his crazy and messed up family, and like... yeah, sure, but... how much does Toph actually know about that? She has nowhere near the full story. And I get why Toph is arguing on Zuko's behalf - unlike the others, she has no negative experiences when encountering Zuko.

Do I give Zuko Jerk Points for burning Toph's feet? No. That was a complete accident. Also, I love Zuko's dramatic 'Why am I so bad at being Good?' cry.

Well... I guess the key to joining a group of heroes is to first hire an assassin to kill them and then make a public but ineffective spectacle about trying to stop said assassin. Problem solved!

Also, Sokka's boomerang throw was legendary. <3

I absolutely love Zuko sweating pinballs as Aang asks Katara if it's okay for Zuko to join. I cracked up laughing. And I love how angry Katara still is when she agrees to it. Also, the ending is just so perfect. I know Katara got a ton of hatred especially from Zuko fans for this episode, but screw that. The way she leans in menacingly against Zuko's doorframe and then proceeds to give Zuko likely the most threatening speech of his life? That's... amazing. Running away from Azula, only to run into Katara, that's too funny to me.

Jerk Points for Book 3:

Zuko - 640 Aang – 280  Ozai - 250 Roku - 100 Hide, Sokka - 80 King Kuei - 60 Toph - 50 Haru - 30 

[seancamerons]

1, 10, 15, 16

Thanks for leaving me some fanfiction asks too!!

How long ago did you start reading or writing fanfiction? Damn, I had to been when I was around about twelve or maybe thirteen. I don't know if anyone remembers the-ndotcom message boards, various Degrassi message boards (mainly Degrassi boards aka DB, anyone around, I honestly doubt it?), and of course, fanfictiondotnet my online life in the mid-2000s.💗

When I was third grade, I remember writing things that resembled fanfiction. Typically based off of some shows I saw (such as Sabrina the teenage Witch, TGIF line up was awesome) or books I read like The Boxcar Children or Junie B, for these writing journal prompts for school the teacher would assign us. When I say it's all cringe and embarrassing as hell, Let's just say I'm glad no evidence of that writing existed. That wasn't even the tip of the iceberg there, I also wanted to *be* a friggin' author. I'd even include these cheesy bios for each 'book' I would make for myself bc I'd always see them in books I read in childhood.

Fast forward to 2003, my first fanfiction (when I knew I was writing fanfiction) was a doozy for Degrassi written about Sean, Craig, and Emma in some weird season 2 timeline with a love triangle, an ill-fated camping trip, Sean's newly sober mother made an appearance in the form of a camp organizer desperate to reconnect with her son and bring him home much to his chagrin, and other things I forgot about and wouldn't wanna think much on. I was basically winging it. I'm afraid it's gone. I had notebooks and notebooks filled with stories around this time.

10. Worst writing habits? Abandoning and giving up without a doubt. A horrid habit that becomes tempting when I get writer's block, and then I just start the hell over and make something totally new and forget about it drop it like a bad habit, and the cycle comes back around like a shitty boomerang. I then will read the old one months or even years later and be filled with regret or have five million new ideas for said abandoned story. Maybe then I rework it in the future someday or in a whole dif story which has been done before. I am already my own worst critic, but I hate super flaming, negative criticism that shit doesn't help anyone except be tempted to give up.

Some fic I abandoned needed to be, such as the Zoemund vehicle in a weird alternate season thirteen titled The Starlet and Dealer. Not that I need to explain myself, but I didn't feel right writing something portraying a couple with literally no chance on any planet, not even interested in men on the whole didn't make much sense. Also who would read that considering all that? It's available on fanfictiondotnet who cares? I moved on it's never gonna have an ending.

Backtrack has more of a chance of getting an ending, and yes, it's an *almost* ten-year-old fic, just saying.😄😄😄

Another habit is simply beating myself up, comparing myself and just simply hating on myself which I gotta stop doing. Honorable mention, stuff like not being in the mood to write, or getting too much on my plate and then not writing.

15. One-shots or multi-chapters? Multichapters Angst? Yes. Fluff? Yes. Smut? I'm not that brave ha, not for a lack of trying. I usually do the ol' Disney-style cut away. I'm so lame. Hurt/comfort? Yes. Fantasy? Nah. Romance? My bread and butter🥰. Which one is your favorite? Hmm I'd say romance with multiple chapters all the way! Which one is your least favorite? My least favorite is when the protag gets pregnant and the whole story is just fucked after that because it just doesn't interest me. It's just so unoriginal and a little predictable. Unpopular or popular opinion who cares, not every love story or romance ends with a baby or a pregnancy 🤷‍♀️. I'm down for a wedding that would be something fun to tackle in writing. No, really though, out of the listed, I'd say I don't care for fantasy.

16. What’s your favorite headcanon or trope? For semma related fic's stories, I like incorporating things such as emphasis on photographs, flashbacks to past events, and some other memories from their past relationships with one another or things we didn't get to see. For example, Emma had this little box with moments like movie ticket stubs, Sean's old denim jacket (before he started wearing hoodies), Emma's retired dolphin pants, obviously photographs, a few burned mix CDs, letters, and or notes passed from class, and more miscellaneous items.

As for Emma and Jay another Degrassi pairing I write often, for example, I like including a treehouse motif. It's a long story, but in my invented backstory for Jay, Connie (Fancy) is his mother, She left his father for Mr. Edwards (Darcy and Clare's father) she met at the strip club. They had an affair resulting in pregnancy so there's a drama with that. Obviously, Jay and Darcy clash (naturally) and act like they're not related at school is an arrangement beneficial to both for Darcy's popularity and Jay had a reputation to uphold and also there's Jay's young maybe five year old half-sister from Randall and Connie named Christina affectionately nicknamed Chrissy. Jay resents his mother for leaving their father and making this new family with these stuck-up people he seems to detest and what it did to his father who had fallen in a reclusive depression since their divorce.

Chrissy idolizes Jay and serves as an honorary shipper for Emma and Jay, and sometimes provides comic relief. At Jay's dad's house is where the treehouse comes in, and Jay's super attached to it and his father too who he is still close with. The treehouse is a special spot for Jay. He eventually brings Emma into his world and treehouse, and the setting symbolizes a lot in their relationship. All this lore was created long before Jay or Darcy had a canon backstory or last names purely based on speculation. There's also related Jay/Alex lore about their past relationship, invented things from their dysfunctional childhoods. I also have a host of headcanons for Emma, Manny, and JT's childhood memories growing up together.

For tropes, I dig the first love/true love, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, slow burns, and secret relationships/forbidden love is always fun to write. I recently attempted a fake dating story Faking It/(a03)

This all is a lot of fun to write. Thanks Emma! I hope you also like writing responses to these type of questions! I’m always available and down for more questions about fanfiction! 💌

[yeniasworld]

Babyyyy, listen—God, Universe, Ancestors, whoever’s tuning in right now, I’m begging, please return me to the life I signed up for because this extra star life is too damn much! I mean, I’m out here walking down these East London streets, postcode E6, watching regular folks just living their lives, like couples holding hands, families making it work, and even the homeless sticking together in their little groups. Everybody’s out here figuring it out, surviving in their own way, and I’m just like, ‘Why can’t I be on that program?’

Chile, I’m out here hopping from one free Wi-Fi spot to another, scrolling through my socials, looking at charity apps just to find my next meal, while everyone’s staring at me like I’m some kind of avant-garde exhibit. Depending on how wild my outfit is—whether I’m covered in paint I scavenged from someone’s front yard or looking like I just stepped out of an art-house film—I either get love or side-eyes. You know how it is; some days I look like Picasso’s messy cousin, other days I’m serving couture realness.

But let me tell you, I’ve been healing. Slowly but surely, I’m piecing myself back together. And now that I’m back at a solid 90%, I feel like I’m ready to move up—give me what’s next, Universe! If it’s fame, okay, cool, roll it out, I’ll deal. If it’s not, baby, take me back to normal life, where I can live my best life off camera. ‘Cause honey, what I’ve been through is not for the weak! My destiny? It’s set to shake the world up—like, we’re talking system-overhaul type vibes. But real talk, if this 144,000 chosen ones prophecy is for real, I’m terrified. Like, sis, can I get a breather?

I’ve had enough with the deep introspection—my cells, my soul, and my edges have had it. Can I just lose this body fat, snap back to my model size, and slay my runway era? ‘Cause lemme tell you, Yenias is done with all this extra nonsense. When I come back, I’mma be a CHOOSY hoe, hunny! A free spirit, eating, loving, living, and saying yes to ALL the men that tickle my fancy—including myself, okay? PSA: To all the haters out here still throwing their basic-ass projections my way, it’s cute that you think you can stop me. But guess what, baby? Egypt wasn’t built in a day, and your small minds ain’t ready for the evolution I’m bringing. So when y’all finally catch up to me and my queer, cosmic fabulosity? You’re gonna gag. PERIODT.

Also, pro-tip for you and your masters—don’t even THINK about taking my freedom away, because the energy you throw at me will boomerang back to you tenfold. But don’t worry, it won’t hurt you, darling. Karma just gonna put you in your place, make you serve the very people you tried to step on, okay? And you’ll be healing the whole time. We stan growth, babes.

Now, let me say this for the queers, the creatives, and everyone out here living their best mental health glow-up—WE did the work! We’re good internally, and the Universe has our back externally. But honey, what I’m about to do? It’s gonna shake the table, flip the fashion industry, and have these streets talking. No one’s ready for this, not even the LGBTQ+ crew living their best lives in the West. This level of creativity? Unmatched. And I know they’re gonna come for me. But sis, they’re not ready.

And now that all the serious talks are out the way—thank you, next—it’s time for me to enjoy this life! I’m easing into my creative bag, slow and steady, no rush. Whether God’s ready or not, I’m about to live MY life, on MY terms. It’s me, Yenias, signing out for now. I’ll holla at y’all when I fully cross into fame and slay this 3D world, with or without all these talks.

Oh, and just between us, this whole feeling I’ve been having? This prediction about my life? It should NOT be normal, sis. I’m praying I’m wrong, because it’s been melting my brain cells trying to evolve at this breakneck speed. It’s like God’s handing me my destiny in tiny, explosive doses, and honestly? It’s crazy-making. Like, can we NOT? I’ve been crying, hoping I’m wrong, waiting for this L&Q or whoever to take their cosmic rental property back, and I’m praying I get dragged into court just so I can prove I’m still sane! Seriously, fame should NOT feel this normal—it’s not okay.

Someone, ANYONE, tell me this is all just a phase, and I’m about to bounce back to my regular life. Because, I’ll be honest, I’m spiraling. Like, Beyoncé, Nicki, Drake—how y’all manage to keep it together? Because I’m STRUGGLING out here! This whole journey? It’s no longer delusional. It’s real AF. My career’s popping off, but at what cost? God, Universe, ancestors, I’m literally crying my eyes out. I don’t want this ‘chosen one’ title. Like, who even came up with this, and why did y’all pick me?! Somebody rescue me from this star-gift, please. I don’t wanna be the brave one anymore. Send me back to doing accounting or something, because baby, waking up in this level of freedom is exhausting.

I miss being the old me—Sainey, who just had big dreams like everyone else. But nah, y’all had to have me leave the matrix, and now I’m dealing with too much existential BS. I mean, Kanye, Jay-Z, Rihanna—they’re out here building futuristic empires, but what about me? I have the same abilities, but it’s wild, scary, and way too real. It’s too much pressure. I just want to go back to the days when my dreams were simple and I didn’t know all this cosmic tea.

And if this journey really is happening, please, PLEASE, let me level up already so I can enjoy the fruits of my labor. My mind and body have been stretched beyond belief, and honestly, I’m not even ready for all this knowledge. Y’all think Egypt’s secrets are wild? Try living inside this brain! All my social media posts, journals, and videos are just receipts of my journey, and I hope when I finally become my full self, it’s all gonna be worth it. Maybe I’ll finally get that promised 1000+ years of peace, creativity, and joy. If not? Y’all might just get a book out of it, because hunny, my imagination has been running WILD.

But listen, no matter what happens, I LOVE me. I’m crying, but I know my life is gonna be great. I’m here for it, babes!

[measuringbliss]

Spider-Man Read-Through 076 The Final Battle (SSM 78-80)

MASTERPOST

Black Cat's at the hospital. Spider-Man's been given a ultimatum. The Hobgoblin's around. Doc Ock's dangerous. What shall happen henceforth?!

Oh.

Aww.

Felicia says to Spidey that she intends to go straight (HA! Yes, I will keep laughing about this), and then...

Aww this is really cute.

DeWolff put a lot of cops there to protect Black Cat. Spidey asks them to be careful, then a cop asks DeWolff who he is to order them around, to which she replies: "He's New York's finest."

Damn right.

Peter goes back to the Bugle, thinking he doesn't have much money left, even though by all accounts he absolutely should since Robbie gave him a nice lump of money very recently. Continuity...? Oh well. At least, that means I get to see Peter's handsome face more <3

Peter's becoming pretty pissed off about Jameson's treatment of him, and he says "My photos are good, and I know it!"

Good for him. He even takes a cab all the way to ESU. Oooh, he's angry. I love that.

We get the obligatory one-panel cameo of Peter's colleagues. He asks if the results have been posted yet (honey it's been one day) and when Dr Sloan says "you think you have a chance, bitch?", Peter answers "actually yes I do, because I'm gonna be a great motherfucking physician one day!". This is an exact, word-by-word transcription of their exchange. (I may have added a few insults.)

Peter's actually had it with university. I completely get it. I had that breakdown a few times into my uni years, but particularly when I came back from abroad and had to redo the year and found out my classes in my mother country were infinitely more boring, uninteresting than the past year. I ended up going to maybe 15% of the classes, got my diploma, and got the hell out of there because I just could not be bothered anymore (there were added circumstances but you're not here for my life story, however fascinating it is).

So I completely get it. I don't think Peter's going to go in that direction, however. It's sort of painted as a consequence of his feelings for Felicia. He even considers telling her his secret identity! I know how that one goes, but like, yeah, Peter, you really need to.

Meanwhile, Doc Ock's "stronger than ever" (groundbreaking) and destroys sewer people. Somewhere else, Boomerang (???) and the Punisher (?????????) are in prison.

Yessssss! We love to see them.

I was going to beg the writer to let Peter chill out with his friends, but thankfully that wasn't necessary. Hey, remember when he hung out with them at the Coffee Bean and whatnot? Where he didn't constantly excuse himself and at least had *some* social life?

At a Thai restaurant, Peter toasts to friendship.

Oooooh this is great. Peter goes to see May and hugs her, then gives her money and says goodbye to her and Nathan. He then says that "he's said goodbye to everyone who means anything to him". Uh... Where's MJ, Pete?

Back at the hospital, Spidey's ready to reveal his secret identity to Black Cat, who understood that Doc Ock's coming back, but she stops him. Not here. Not now. Besides, she likes her men mysterious.

Well, that doesn't bode well for the future, does it, Peter?

Then Ock arrives.

I'm confused, but also amused. Why in the hell would Boomerang even matter hahaha

I thought that was a great issue.

Right as #79 starts...

What an opening. If there's one thing I appreciate with Ock battles, it's the various perspectives we get.

We also get...

...this. That's a funny gag.

The action scene is outstanding, and DeWolff tries her very best to get Felicia away from them.

...

GIRL. Gosh, she's very lovable. Thankfully, Spidey catches her.

And Spidey wins.

He's a bit of a shonen hero. The corny lines can stay.

What's next?

Uh-huh.

Jameson thinks he needs to prove to Marla that he's still a capable man, so he wants a good story.

God he's so hot...

Ahem.

This issue is fun, Jameson investigates, he notably makes a deal with the Kingpin (which closes that Ben Urich storyline rather smartly) and keeps getting saved by Spider-Man without noticing it (until the end, where he understands).

This is oddly heartwarming.

This, on the other hand, is... complicated. Not sure what I should take from that. It's ironic, but aside from that?

In the letters, "verde" finds that they don't like Peter Parker anymore, and their argument is extremely fair. Bill Mantlo seems taken aback. I'm certainly not.

Still, an interesting issue I guess.

[troubleah]

ELIJAH ( @wehowl ) SAID : ❛ i’m not here to talk about my feelings. ❜ 

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

            “Yes, well, that’s good. That’s great. I’m allergic to talking about feelings.” Damn it! Bex is the emotional support sister, Leah’s the one who keeps their siblings in therapy. But even she, dense as she is, can tell something is wrong and it makes her want to flee through the window.

               But Elijah shouldn’t be alone right now. Probably. Maybe.

               “What about a road trip, then?” Leah takes out her keys. “We can roll the windows down and turn the radio up so it’s too loud to talk. Leave all this shit behind.” Elijah’s like a yo-yo or a boomerang – he will always come back to their family, no matter how miserable that makes him. But few hours away won’t kill him. “I’ll put you right back where I’ve found you, promise.”

[regatoni1]

~Chapter Eleven~

Still shackled to the wall, you aimlessly watched the two men battle it out. Well, it wasn't much of a battle if you were being honest. Hisoka was just toying with the poor man, who from what you learned of their short conversation, had been waiting and training a whole year for the sole purpose of killing the jester. It really was a pity all of his determination had to be wasted in such a short amount of time.

You watched the man throw two blades rather quickly, then watched as he threw a second pair, the first pair coming back like a boomerang. He was basically juggling the knives horizontally at the clown. How ironic... you rolled your eyes at the two males.

You could tell Hisoka was having a grand time continuously dodging the man's attacks, getting the satisfaction of the man becoming more and more frustrated.

Already bored and itching for this to be over, you called to Hisoka, "Oi! Stop playing already! My arms are getting tired!" You started swinging your arms for emphasis. 

Hisoka looked over to you and in the split second that he wasn't paying attention, two of the man's blades sliced his shoulder and his side, and you felt a twinge of guilt knowing it was partly your fault. You made a mental note to apologize for that later.

The jester already getting bored, he simply caught the blades the man was throwing, much to the man's dismay, never losing his playful demeanour. The man, now horrified, yelled in anger as his own blade decapitated him, the force of the throw also effectively blowing out the candles.

Huffing, you mumbled, "Damn, I really wanted to kill him too." 

Hisoka taking notice of this, he dropped the remaining blades and swiftly made his way over to you. At least you thought. It was pitch black in the room, and you could barely see two feet in front of you. Although you did hear the blades fall to the ground, you didn't hear Hisoka at all.

"Hisoka!" you yelled impatiently into the darkness.

"Yes, my dear (y/n)-chan?~" you heard him say from a distance. Maybe from the left?

"Get these cuffs off me, now," you said, emphasizing the 'now'.

"But that would be no fun~" you could basically hear the pout in his voice, but this time, from the right?

"I'm already not having the best time, and if you don't want to make it worse, then I suggest you get these fucking things off me," the venom leaked out of your voice.

"And what makes you think that you have any power in this situation, my dear?" he hummed, voice getting dangerously low, appearing right in front of you.

Looking up at him, an unfamiliar feeling settling in your chest. It wasn't fear, nor excitement, but something you had never felt before. You'd probably need therapy to figure out what the emotion was. 

He put his hands on the wall on either side of your head and leaned in close, breaking you out of your thoughts. His breath a sweet, subtle mint on your face, your heart's unrhythmic beating becoming very known, you tried to look anywhere but at him.

But that's the problem. He was the only thing you could see. And even if you wanted to, you knew deep down that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Leaning down to your left ear, he softly whispered, "You're lucky I want to be first, or we'd be having a lot more fun right now." 

His words didn't reach your brain, as you were focusing too much on his lips that delicately grazed your ear, or his sent that smelled slightly of bubblegum, or how if you glanced at his arms, all you saw was toned muscle.

The chains being released from the wall, you suddenly returned to the land of the living and got your usual sarcastic composure back.

"Took you fucking long enough," you said to him, rubbing your wrists.

"Like you weren't enjoying watching me fight~" he replied, his hand finding the small of your back, guiding you out of the dark room.

Enjoying watching the fight? Not really. Stuff like that never really interested you. But, enjoying watching him? Well, there's something that was interesting. 

The way his moves all looked so planned out, like he meticulously scripted his entire life, so that things always worked to his advantage was something that you were utterly jealous of. Lost in thought, you hadn't noticed that you had reached the next challenge, Hisoka's hand still placed on your back.

It seemed that you each had to go through a door, one hot and one cold, and meet on the other side. You could deal with heat easy, but you were constantly cold. If you could, you would've chosen to go through the hot way, but you couldn't tell which was which, the two of you had to guess.

The both of you being ready, you each chose a door and hit the buttons beside them simultaneously, causing the doors to open, leading you to a small cube of a room. The door you entered through shut behind you, and the wall in front of you slowly opened, revealing the coldest metal hallway you could have ever imagined. 

What made things worse were the prisoners wearing winter gear ready to fight.

"For fucks sake..." you said as the first prisoner came rushing towards you.

Walking towards the sprinting male, you pulled your dagger and dodged his attack at the last second, slicing his throat on his way by. It was definitely your favourite method of killing.

Quickly making your way through the prisoners, you finally reached the end of the hallway, the door opening, you gladly walked through and back into room temperature.

To your left, you saw Hisoka emerge from what had to be the hot hallway, but he looked totally unfazed.

Fucking typical. You rolled your eyes and chattered your teeth. 

Shivering, there was one last door that you made your way through, which led to a large circle room, with doors all around it.

"First to pass the third phase, (y/n), number 406. Second to pass the third phase, Hisoka, number 44. Time elapsed, 6 hours and 17 minutes," an automated voice called out.

"Looks like we have time to kill, my little fruit~" Hisoka purred, looking at you deviously.

Teeth still chattering, you glared at him and walked over to sit against the wall. You were pooped.

Hisoka inviting himself over, he somehow gracefully plopped next to you, and smoothly put his arm around your shoulder, pulling your body close to his.

"Wh-at  d-d-do  yo-u-u  thin-k-k  you'r-r-re  d-d-doing?" you pathetically chattered as your arms were helplessly wrapped around yourself.

"What do you think? Your shivering is making me feel bad," he said, obviously lying.

"H-h-how  ch-ch-chivalrous," you growled, not moving away from his delicious body heat. 

With Hisoka smirking, you both waited for the rest of the applicants to finish.

This is going to be a long 66 hours...

You let your head rest on his shoulder and allowed yourself to fall asleep.

[tmntkiseki]

Fast Forward

For a season that's much more lighthearted and takes place in the future, the brighter colors and more angular art style works (literally, the only things I truly dislike about the art style is the pentagon heads and how damn bright they made Raph's mask. My eyes actually hurt looking at it)

I also consider the gear the turtles wear this season a vast improvement over the original brown leather from the first five seasons. The dark blue armor they wear over their arms and legs makes them look more stealthy and I love the individualized chest plates.

The weapons from this season are an absolute chef kiss. I've already gushed before about how much I love the additional functions, such as Leo and Raph being able to toss theirs like boomerangs or Don's bō being able to produce winds/sound waves(?) when spun.

While they do sometimes make the turtles too goofy in this season (as in "he would not fucking say that" kind of goofy), I do agree that it is really nice to be able to see them finally act like teenagers out in the open instead of needing to hide in the sewers all day. They can finally get hot dogs like normal people now!

Compared to Chris Thorndyke of Sonic X, Cody Jones is nowhere near the same levels of annoying and there are actually quite a few episodes where he is genuinely enjoyable as a character (also, whichever one of you said that Leo's arc didn't feel complete until he got his own student to teach with Cody being that student: you're absolutely right.)

Listen: I get that the Inuwashi Gunjin are kinda boring as characters, but hear me out. Tragic alien bird men who are in a painfully similar situation to the turtles where they are the last four of their kind and who were genuinely never bad to begin with; unfortunately, they are seen as little more than a commodity between their forced servitude to Darius and their last appearance literally having them kidnapped in order to be displayed like trading cards.

Sh'Okanabo, as a concept, is absolutely terrifying. The entire deal with the Kanabo Drones and the Day of Awakening is basically a vampire/zombie apocalypse combo pack and the knowledge that he's already destroyed several planets before Earth... Like damn, imagine what they would have done with this guy had he shown up a couple of seasons earlier?

Knowing how much the fanbase loves the Dark Turtles, I don't think I need to explain those four in-depth. So much potential that was unfortunately never given the chance to fully blossom due to the second season getting cancelled in favor of Back to the Sewer.

Of all the episodes in Fast Forward, "Invasion of the Body Snatcher" and "Graduation: Class of 2105" are easily some of my favorites. The former shows that, yes, TMNT 2003 can be a lighter, softer show while still maintaining the characterizations of the turtles and Splinter (I genuinely cannot recall a single out of character line from that episode.) For the latter, while it does rehash the whole "Mikey would be the best ninja of his brothers if he just focused more" plot, the lighter tone of the season actually works in the episode's favor in helping it feel distinct from earlier episodes like "Touch and Go" and "Grudge Match." Beyond that, it is overall a very touching episode that shows just how tight the brothers are to the point that Leo, Raph, and Don didn't want to graduate to Chunin without Mikey (as well as how much Splinter wants ALL of his sons to succeed.)

Other honorable mentions: Future Shellshock, Obsolete, The Freaks Come Out at Night, The Journal, Timing is Everything, Race For Glory, Turtle X-tinction, DNA is Thicker Than Water, Zixxth Sense, The Day of Awakening

"Look, a glitch." "Beg your pardon?" TMNT 2003 once again sneaking things past the cenors

Back to the Sewer

The turtles go back to their original gear for this season and while I'm sad to see the Fast Forward outfits go, I appreciate that they use a darker brown for their belts and joint pads. (It looks a lot better than the original color imo.)

I also like the designs of the weapons from this season; I really like that the wrappings on the grips are a darker color than their associated turtles' mask (although the way they're drawn on Don and Mikey's weapons is a little odd; luckily this was fixed in Turtles Forever)

The Turtles are arguably at their most fashionable this season and while these designs were likely intended for toys that never came to be, it's actually nice to see the turtles' wardrobe get expanded between stuff like the sports gear and stealth outfits.

This is the season where the turtles openly address Splinter as "father" when speaking with him. While I never disliked that he was pretty much always referred to as "Master Splinter" for the first six seasons, I always felt like the turtles should have swapped between the two depending on the situation. (IE "Master Splinter" for more formal instances where he is being treated as their teacher and "Father" for moments where they are being affectionate or seeking parental support.)

While I have mixed feelings about Don's arc from the start of the season, I do genuinely appreciate that they did try to finally give him a significant character development arc (even if it did end up feeling like a watered down version of Leo's S4 arc and not something uniquely Don.)

As cringey as the mid/late 2000s gamer slang is, SuperQuest is easily my favorite episode from this season. They took advantage of the season's cyberspace plot to do something wacky yet fun with the turtles, and it gave us Hun's much beloved "hardcore gamer" line. Also Leo turned into a cat and then later a lion. Get it?

Wedding Bells and Bytes was a satisfying conclusion to Casey and April's romance, Back to the Sewer, and TMNT 2003 as a whole, even if I do question the choice of having Karai and Chaplin attend the wedding.

Also the Ninja Tribunal.

And having both Bishop and the Rat King watch from a distance.

Seriously, I know we always talk about Bishop, BUT WHY THE RAT KING?

AND WHERE ARE ROBYN AND UNCLE AUGIE?

Come to think of it, what are all the aspects of Fast Forward and Back to the Sewer that I am more than willing to defend on a given day? I feel like there is a lot more than I let on in my posts.

[noxnephilim]

May I make a request for the slashers

So there is like an S/o who is an axe thrower, which their aim is really good and it kind of comes back like a boomerang? which always seems to hit the running victims and always ends up bloody.

if you're not up to it please ignore this!

HUH?

Asa Emory

He’s….pleasantly surprised. He knew you were going with weapons, mostly short range one, but this fancy trick of yours was pretty neat.

He wanted to test the length you could launch it at immediately, and what better place than the hotel. He pitted you against one of his dogs.

He was surprised at how good you were. The axe even came back. Wonderful.

Of course,he experimented more and more with that. You know, for... Research purpose

Jesse Cromeans

The moment he saw your axe being thrown, hit the mark and then come back, he wd shocked. You had to be shitting him? How fan an axe come back?

He saw you do it at least a thousand times, and he still didn't get the hang of it. He even tried himself but it wasn't working

Of course he thought it was extremely hot, but damn if he didn't want to know how you did it. Anyway, he has enough video to study your technique

Forget to ever go on a killing spree without him, he is now your personal assistant

Sinclair Twins

Huh? What the hell was that? And why the axe did go back? The fuck was happening?

You were eerily cheerful for someone who just played slay the visitors with an axe. And it came back.

Both Bo and Vincent are amazed by your ability to make it swing, but they are quite afraid of your precision

After all the axe did fly close to Bo's head and it came back missing Vincent by a centimeter. Who are you?

Did they want to learn? Hell yes they did, there was no way in hell Bo was gonna let you off the hook. Now they want in y/n

[reynie-muldoons]

'A Perilous Journey' liveblog!!!!

GOOD MORNINGGGG its season two timeee!!!

I decided I'm watching episode 1 now, and episode 2 in a few hours. My shift starts weirdly late in the day so it works out.

As always, spoilers below the cut!!

Before I even get started I love how this episode is called a perilous journey. It's not quite the book title but damn near close 😂

0:10 ITS A RECAP BAYBEEE

1:27 dad!Milligan will never not make me cry

1:29 AND MOM!MISS PERUMAL RIGHT AFTER

2:12 HERE WE GOOOOOO

2:19 BLEASE tell me Kate is training rats

2:23 just kidding its Sticky

2:36 STOP MADGE STOLE THE RAT LMAOOO

2:41 oh. She left a letter. That's not conspicuous at all 😂

2:59 Mystic is so tall now 🥺

3:13 WETHERALL FARM??????

3:17 I SEE A BARN THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Also that was fucking creative Kate but how strong is that boomerang to knock multiple full-grown apples off of the tree

3:24 MILLIGAAAANNNNNN

3:34 MADGE NAME DROP!!! I have a confession to make related to Madge that I think is the funniest fucking thing ever. Remind me to tell y'all at some point

3:46 omfg are we about to watch the kidnapping??? how telling is it that I thought of Gert immediately LMAOOOO

3:55 they look adorable. Matching umbrellas, cute long coats... icons

3:58 THEYRE FAMILY BITCHES

4:06 is that supposed to be a time magazine dupe

4:06 I also think its hilarious that Curtain's original plan was to take credit for solving the emergency by just. mass brainwashing. good plan there bud, very sustainable

4:06 but like isnt he wanted now??? Isnt that a thing? In the books the government was actively looking for him so tf is this

4:14 THE OPENING IS BAAAACK

4:14 "skip opening" how insulting. No

4:42 THE SHORTCUT!!!!!

4:50 who decided to make Constance's screen an arctic clown ship 😂😂

5:12 here's that unhinged interview from the trailer. I didnt think it would come this quickly

5:28 Constance just fucking staring at the TV as if she can intimidate him into stopping LMAO

5:39 WHAT??? So in S1 when he said he'd "share the spotlight" THIS is what he meant?? What a curveball. He's going to regret countering her

5:50 fucking god complex strikes again

6:01 he looks like he's wearing a straight jacket on that back cover. Probably appropriate considering he's uhhhh Like That

6:20 god I hate him. Stop being manipulative challenge (impossible)

6:26 YES ABSOLUTELY sadness, anger, frustration, anxiety, all of the shit makes happiness stand out. Without the struggle our lives would be shaded of grey because happiness wouldnt be distinguishable

6:43 why does this sound like homeopathic medicine

7:03 is this like a weird TV hypnosis thing. Is he doing the fake happiness thing on her without her consent

7:09 ohhhh I did NOT like the shift from looking at her to looking at the camera. Creepy

7:15 RHONDA YOU SHOULDVE LET HER DO IT

7:15 Rhonda as usually you look fucking fire

7:26 Dutch baby?? First of all, presentation is 10/10. Second of all it makes me very sad that they're the only two in the house because Mr. B and Number Two are already gone.

7:38 why the fuck did she answer in French 😂😂

7:44 THEYRE SISTERS YOUR HONOR

8:03 HAHHA THIS IS THE LOG-CUTTING THING??? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

8:13 that scream sounded like a fucking bird of prey HAHA

8:29 literally describing how it feels to travel with parents over a long period. I swear they are literally a fucking family

8:36 "just as much for him as it is the kids" oh absolutely it is, he's a mess when it comes to Nathaniel

9:01 DOES HE JUST GO TO SYMPOSIUMS AND GET UP AND SPEAK 😂😂😂 what the fuck guy

9:24 "who's mocking me?" "Doesnt matter." They're banter is UNCHALLENGED. also his face is fucking funny HOLD UP

9:24 GRUMPY MAN IS GRUMPY

9:37 calling Nathaniel "some guru with all this influence" REALLY makes him sound like he tries on makeup products and does skincare routines on youtube 😂

9:41 "we seem pretty safe" oh babygirl if that's not the nail in the coffin

10:05 they really nailed the "local man does something weird" vibes in this scene

10:17 dont tell me it already happened. Oh no

10:27 OH SHIT THERE IT IS

10:39 oh my gosh he's such a DADDD.

10:45 "a tiny go bag or gorp". I love him so much

10:54 HE WITTLED IT FOR THE BUCKET STOOOOP

11:03 AND THE DEPENDENCY ARC CONTINUESSSSS

11:10 "it's my job to take care of you also. Additionally." He understands she's been on her own up until this point and acknowledges that she can handle herself, but also that she's a kid who needs help just like anyone else. CRYING.

11:15 she didn't even put it in the bucket, just her pocket 😂😂 she's so reluctant to accept

11:25 MILLIGAN PLEASE GET A BUCKET HAHAHA

11:30 okay that truck is incredible LOL

11:40 .....why would you do that to a grapefruit. What did the grapefruit do to you huh

12:08 HERE'S THE LETTERS ANGST. REYNIE WROTE THEM SO MANY LETTERS

12:16 can I just say Miss Perumal is the queen of pastels

12:43 the reality of long-distance friends. My best friends from high school and college live SO far away and it's like this sometimes

12:50 acknowledging his feelings, giving him comfort, AND indulging him?? If the adoption papers arent signed already they really should be

12:57 HAHA IS SHE PRACTICING TO SEE THEM??? LMAO KID

13:19 stooooppp she's so cute

13:26 LMAO EVERYONE GOT THERE AT THE SAME TIME

13:44 Reynie and Sticky had the sense to bring a suitcase, Kate

13:51 she's not wrong, they are taller 😂

13:58 THAT LOOK BETWEEN CONNIE AND KATE LMAOOOO

14:01 this is a funny moment and all but Reynie desperately looking for affirmation anywhere he can find it makes me so sad for him

14:07 THE HIGH FIVES!!!! Cue everyone wincing

14:15 HAHA HAVE THEY JUST NOT TALKED ABOUT THE WHISPERER SINCE THEN

14:27 ohhhh Milligan looks nice

14:38 STOP THEYRE SO FUNNY

14:45 it looks like a minecraft golem, or the pokemon golett 😂

15:01 oh lord the news broke, that has to be it

15:15 dun dun DUNNNN

15:34 it's so cool that they planned check-ins like that. How smart

16:15 okay both of them switching between languages was fucking sick

16:18 and here it is, the kids have been told no, so they will find their own way

16:41 oh shit, they have a short timeframe then

16:47 I cant tell if this is manipulative or Constance not being able to contain herself. Like I doubt she would do this in front of the others but she's already shown she trusts everyone more than she lets on, soooo

17:09 is this Constance's room??

17:16 HAHA I KNEW IT she DID hug Rhonda to get something out of it

17:31 he sounded so offended 😂😂😂

18:09 she kills me. The line delivery is just on point

18:59 is this from the book? It's a dictionary, right?

19:14 HAHA he just fucking LEAVES

19:22 OH SHIT HELLO????

19:43 RAGE GIRL, RAGE

19:46 HAHAHAHA HER FACE WHEN THE SNACKS POP OUT

19:46 IM CRYING HER EYES BUGGED OUT SO MUCH

20:13 "many sociopaths are unfailingly polite" that describes Nathaniel so fucking well

20:25 casual destruction of property

20:25 HOLD ON LMAOO how much did they have to pull on that thing for it to come out of the door at such a small tug???? Oh no I'm sad

20:33 AYYYY there it is, it's a dictionary

20:52 "last...time I checked" oh buddy hahahahah

21:14 "there is no system" the system is the organized chaos that every person with ADHD understands- it's a mess but a very specific mess

21:19 awwwww. He's trying to reach across 🥺

21:29 VERY SMOOTH REYNIE

22:00 okay the nothingness club sounds like a cult

22:13 awwww there it issss. The dam is breaking

22:30 AND NOW ITS THE SAME WITH THE GIRLS. I love that they're ramping up the similarities between Reynie and Constance

22:45 awwww loneliness. They're so sad

22:59 "not dad. Roommate" okay girl you tell yourself that

23:14 THE BOOK CHAIR. THATS INCREDIBLE

23:23 "You LIKE me." LMAO KATE CALL HER OUT

23:40 needy dad is needy

23:54 hagagaga why does he keep looking at Constance like that

24:35 good job Kate!!!!

24:46 YES THEY GOT THE JOURNAL FUCK YEAH

25:16 TAKE THE SHORTCUT BABY

25:47 "does anyone feel like they've entered a trance" Constance 😂😂😂😂

26:12 "I feel uncleen" HAHAHAH

26:25 THERE IT ISSSS TAKE THE SHORTCUT BAYBEEEE

26:42 MARITIME MONTHLY LMAOOOO

27:15 yeah Kate, everybody knows that. Gosh.

27:44 YES Reynie get the group's consent before doing something stupid

28:02 she's writing a fucking newsletter apparently

28:10 very subtle guys

28:19 okay the fact that Kate is left makes me think Milligan is going to come

28:24 okay, just kidding. Also I love the shoes

28:27 ayyy public transit

28:34 OKAY WHO TF WAS THAT

28:48 wow they didnt get any kind of head start, Rhonda's going to see they're gone immediately

28:58 SHIT SHE SCREAMED FOR HIM

28:58 KATE LEFT HIM A NOOOOOTE 😭😭😭

29:11 MISS PERUMAL NOOOO

29:12 ayyyyyy it's the Shortcut!!!

29:37 oh shit the adults have the tickets??? So what I'm hearing is the kids are sneaking on and the adults are using tickets

30:14 oh shit Sticky 😂 or should I say "oh ship"

30:20 HAHHAHA KATE "ha. stern" CRYING

30:34 PETTY CRIME BAYBYYYYY

30:42 NOOOOO its Boston tea party but without the tea

30:56 oh God why is he like that

31:03 he looks like he's about to star in a 80's dance video

31:07 NOOO HE ACTUALLY STARTED DANCING

31:15 WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS

31:18 PLEASE STOP HAHAHAHA

31:27 please dear god let SQ walk in on this

31:30 not SQ but someone else

31:46 what the fuck just happened

31:49 ITS GOLF CART TIME BITCHES

32:16 I'm so glad he looks that stupid in his little cart thing. I cant wait to make fun of him

32:32 who are you calling "Associate" bitch

32:46 CULT

32:52 "elated" OH GOD OH NO OH FUCK

32:59 Milligan holding his hat like that is just too fucking endearing.

33:06 so are their tickets just. Null and void now 😂

33:12 did they really just ditch their shit 😂😂😂😂😂 the bags are just there in the open

33:18 parents. PARENTS. Also this kind of is like Reynie although Miss Perumal has never seen him in an active life and death situation like this

33:23 Rhonda is once again the voice of reason

33:27 "they believed us" AWWWWWW

33:45 shit is it already over??? Damn those are some long credits then

Wow, that was really good. The kids met back up, they had an awkward start but fell into that familiarity almost immediately. The parents were very parental. Although in hindsight, Sticky's were pretty much absent. What the fuck's up with that??

And the biggest tragedy is that there was no "roll credits" moment. They didn't namedrop the episode title 🙃 please bring that back in the test of the season I loved that so much

This took a lot longer to do than I thought, so I'm waiting to watch episode 2 until later tonight. I cant wait to talk about it with y'all!!!