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My most played albums released in the year 2021:
Lana Del Rey - Blue Banisters
Lana Del Rey - Chemtrails Over the Country Club
James Blake - Friends That Break Your Heart
Tyler, the Creator - CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST
Adele - 30
Yebba - Dawn
Big Red Machine - How Long Do You Think It's Gonna Last?
Little Simz - Sometimes I Might Be Introvert
Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever
Jazmine Sullivan - Heaux Tales
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2000 / 2001 / 2002 / 2003 / 2004 / 2005 / 2006 / 2007 / 2008 / 2009 / 2010 / 2011 / 2012 / 2013 / 2014 / 2015 / 2016 / 2017 / 2018 / 2019 / 2020 / 2021 / 2022 / 2023 / 2024
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Mini Verstappen Series Masterlist
Paring: Single Dad!Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
At the end of 2020, Max Verstappen gets the surprise of his life when he finds out that his ex-girlfriend had given birth to a son, his son. A year and a half later Max's longtime girlfriend of 8 months finds out about his son Nico.
This is an ongoing series. I'm always adding to it. The masterlist changes often.
I do take requests for this. If there is anything that you want to see happen in this series just message me in my ask box. All of my normal request rules apply.
Reader Face Claim: Hande ErƧel
Total Published Word Count: 63,776 Words
Disclaimer: This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, so enjoy it as such.
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0.0. Prologue - [December 2020]
Max finds out that he has a son. And it changes his world.
0.1. Be Something You'll Love and Understand [December 2020] Outtakes
He knew that he should have called his mom yesterday but he was still wrapping his head around the idea of being a father.
0.5. The Moment You Smiled At Me - [November 2021]
The evening that started it all for Max and Reader.
1. Mini Verstappen - [July 2022]
You get a small surprise the first time you visit Maxās apartment.
1.5. Girlfriend? - [October 2022] Request
You meet Nico.
1.8. Caught - [June 4, 2023] 18+ Outtakes
Lando swears he knocked before walking into Max's hotel room, maybe he should have yelled before opening the door.
2. Change - [November 26, 2023 + January 2, 2024]
Itās the end of the F1 season. Some things are changing for the Verstappen's.
SMAU #1. The Secrets Out - [December 31, 2023 - January 1, 2024]
Itās the start of a new year. You and Max decide to tell the world about Nico.
3. A Lioness Protects Her Cub - [May 5 - 9, 16, 23, 2024] Request
Reporters are vultures and Max picks out a ring.
4. Day At The Karting Track - [June 15, 2024]
Nico starts karting. It opens a small can of worms.
4.5 The Engagement - [August 15 - 16, 2024]
He moved his hand over yours, moving the engagement ring that he placed on your finger, side to side.
SMAU #2. Through Max's Eyes - [March 8, July 30 - August 15, 2024]
Maxās Instagram posts about Y/N, and a small life update from the couple.
5. Something Bad, Something Good - [August 17 - 19, 2024] Request
Reader deals with the haters on Twitter, Nico calls Reader Mama. Max claps back at the haters on Instagram like the malewife that he strives to be.
5.5 Time to Move? - [August 25, September 15, 2024]
When Max had brought up moving, it was because the lease on his apartment was going to be up at the end of the year. Maybe it was time to find a new place for all of you.
6. Race Day - [October 20, 2024] Request
Nico tags along with Max during a race day in Monza, well as much as he can.
6.1 Wedding Headcanon - [February 2, 2025]
Headcanons from Max and the Reader's wedding. Social Media posts from their honeymoon.
6.5. Give and Take (Kind of Love We Make) - [February 28, 2025] 18+ Request (The Morning After)
Max had a plan in his head for the evening. He had mapped out the track before, and intended to keep to his strategy until they got home.
6.7. To Constantly Be Away - [March 10, 2025]
Second race of the season and Max is already having a tough time with the car. Missing his family only makes it worse.
7. From Three to Four - [April 4, 2025]
Reader tells Max that your expecting, he doesn't have the best reaction at first.
8. Stones To Throw At My Creator - [July 2025]
He wasn't his father. He would never raise Nico like that.
SMAU #3. The Verstappens - [January 8, February 2, May 26, December 3, 2025]
Big things happen to Max and the reader in 2025. Moving, getting married, and a little surprise that neither of them were expecting.
8.7 Give Me Eyes To See - [December 7, 2025]
Nikita's first few days at home. Flashbacks to moments from the reader's pregnancy.
8.8 Nikita's First Christmas - [December 24-25, 2025]
Nico's first Christmas with his baby brother.
8.9 Ghost of Bittersweet Memories - [January 25, 2026]
A few of the drivers visit you and Max for the day, and you end up talking with Charles about a woman that he meets at an FIA event. (This is the conversation I referenced in Part 2 of Bittersweet.)
9. Glass Houses - [February 17, 22, 23, 2026]
When Raymond had called you about going and getting lunch, you should have known that something was going on.
9.5. All That I Can Give - [May 10, 2026]
Another Mother's Day and one of Nikita's firsts.
9.7. On Sleepless Roads, The Sleepless Go - [December 2-3, 2026]
It's the early hours of Nikita's first birthday, and you can't help but look back at the day you brought your son into the world.
SMAU #4. A Year in Moments - [February 10, May 28, August 2 & 27, October 22 & 31, 2026]
10. Redline - [May 25, 2027]
"I'm sorry, mijn leeuwin. I know you were excited to announce it to everyone."
10.5. Mommy and Me - [May 31 - June 6, 2027] Request
Late one evening after dinner Y/N brought up the idea to Max for her to take Nico out for the day.
11. X3 - [July 8-9, 2027]
āHallo, kleine welp,ā Max said.
11.5. She's Not Acid Nor Alkaline - [December 2027]
Max and Reader have a night away from the kids in Santorini for the 2027 FIA Prize Giving Gala.
SMAU #5. Welcoming Another Verstappen - [2027]
12. Hey, Little Sister - [March 27 - November 20, 2028]
SMAU #6. - [2028]
13. The End of An Era - [November 2030]
The days leading up to Max retiring from Formula 1. The Article announcing his retirement. And the last race of his F1 career.
14. Right On Track - [2036]
Checking in with the Verstsppens in 2036.
15. Letters From The Past - [November 17, 2038]
Max and Reader sit down to read the letters that Amelia (Nico's birth mom) wrote.
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Transcript: i think the fandom was genuinely better before 2020. or at least 2021. maybe i see nostalgia through rose-tinted glasses, but 2015-2019 was the best era of this fandom. people say cringe and free but thereās a difference between unknowing cringe and acknowledged cringe, and the former is just more genuine. more fun, more free. things were better, in my eyes. now thereās useless discourse (there was, of course, discourse then, but now people have wrapped morals into it. youāre not a bad person who wants to abuse people if your favorite character is canon nightmare sans, god), even worse fanon that people have dubbed as canon (dream is not an uwu baby, yes, but going in the entirely different direction and making him a mean smoker is just as fanon and inaccurate, youāre no better, so get off that pedestal), and just the bullying that comes with liking older interpretations.
blueberry is fine. uwu star sanses are fine. slendermansion bad sanses are fine. teddy bear horror is fine. any interpretation is fine. but thereās art left and right of people drawing characters punting those other interpretations whilst the creators themselves continue to make their own interpretations that are the same, if not worse, levels of inaccuracy and mischaracterization. itās hypocrisy and i donāt doubt that in four or five years this era of the fandom will be mocked and a new, just as wrong interpretation will emerge. i donāt mind this, you can characterize anyone however you want. thatās what makes this fandom great. itās just the fact that this is combined with the bullying of other interpretations that makes it hypocritical and me upset. not even to touch upon the new fanon of āsans would show no emotion of papyrus diedā. in an attempt to move away from one side of the spectrum they went too far to the other, rather than settle upon the perfect balance.
in general i also grieve what will never come back. the style of older popular artists drawing sans, that line weight jakei and superyounma used that pulled the style together, the obsession when dream and nightmare became truly popular, the formation of the star sanses, the overuse of the word āsenpai~ā when it came to crossmare, the comic dub movies on youtube, or how everyone obsessed over sans and made him overly edgy and emotional. the animation memes, the genuine sans fangirls, not the satire ones. ichika. the othertale animations. early underverse and the silly comics jakei made for it. the terrible wattpad fanfiction. amino. actually, we can leave out amino. i donāt miss amino.
it wasnāt all perfect. if iām honest, it was a dumpster fire in a lot of ways. but it was my dumpster fire, and what once burned became nice and toasty. the fandom now is great, donāt get me wrong. i love how itās turned out, i love how characters are no longer white anime boys and how people have begun to acknowledge how certain things are bad, rather than ignoring it. how underrated characters have been getting more attention.
but if i had to pick between the fandom now and the fandom then, iād pick then in a heartbeat.
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Test Ride Pt. 2 (Peter Parker x Android!Reader)
Pairing:Ā Peter Parker (TH ver.) x Android Reader (with a robovagina) Rating: Explicit Words: 1189 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 10 - Robotfucking Note: A sequel to a piece I did for kinktober 2020. Reader is a robot and has no gender. Last time reader got a robopenis and I thought it only fair to give reader a robovagina this time. Reader's chest is unmentioned. Tags:Ā robotfucking, unnecessary use of fancy words to make it more sci-fi, at least I don't put 'quantum' in front of everything to make it science, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, safeword ignored(?), robot tentacles as restraints, vibrating pussy, nipple play and software/hardware updates gone ' wrong'
A new HUD interface greeted you as you booted up after your last upgrade. Your physical statistics and environmental parameters were found in new places, but that mattered little. Your optics activated after a short delay, visual input now also available to you. Your creator stood before you, his lips moving, but you received no audio input. āAudio module connection failed,ā you replied to whatever he said. You saw him curse, or at least that was your best prediction of what his expression conveyed. He motioned your head down. You bent at the hips, allowed him to unplug and reconnect your audio modules.Ā
Once the cables reconnected, you could hear Peter clearly. āPlease, donāt be ruined, please donāt be ruined,ā he muttered to himself.Ā
āAll modules operational,ā you informed him. He jumped at your voice, but let out a sigh of relief right after. āAwaiting command,ā you added. As per usual after an update, Peter started poking and prodding your frame, confirming your sensory input was still operational. When he was done testing your basic functions, he dragged you to his bed.Ā
āProgram D.O.M. version V, please,ā he spoke nervously. You detected an increase in heart rate and blood flow to the genitals. You confirmed the break command, as it was standard protocol, before you could execute the D.O.M. program. Once the safety protocols were satisfied, you had your digits on Peterās clothes. You unbuttoned his flannel, revealing his pale chest underneath. There was minor bruising, but a quick scan revealed no serious injuries that were contraindications to the program. You pushed him onto the bed and started running your tongue over his chest, paying extra attention to his nipples.Ā
Peter whimpered as you played with his chest, artificial tongue and teeth taking turns with your digits pinching his sensitive nubs. You kept track of his arousal, only stopping your onslaught once his involuntary noises got a little louder. You sat up, retracting your pelvic panel and rubbing your wet hole over Peterās crotch. He whined as you slowly soaked through his jeans and underwear, until he could feel your wetness on his cock through his clothes. āPlease, I need to be inside you,ā Peter eventually moaned, his mind tethering on the edge of madness.Ā
He was hard underneath you, so you deemed him ready for the next stage. With superhuman deftness, you removed his clothes until he was naked on the bed. His cock protruded from his body, the tip red and leaking. You wrapped a servo around his rod, stroking slowly as to tease him. When he started thrusting into the tightness, you placed your other servo on his hip, your mechanical strength counteracting his. He was forced to only take what you gave, which was exactly what he programmed you to give. It was not enough to get him even remotely close to orgasm, but the build-up was perfect to make him start begging. Once the begging got frequent enough, you proceeded on to the next stage; you mounted him, letting his cock slide into your wet and soft hole. Peter moaned, his eyes rolling back as you rode him at a decent pace. āPlease, give me more, Iāve been good. I will be even better, I swear.āĀ
His moans filled the room. You took his dick all the way inside and paused on top of him. āI will grant you more. However, unpermitted orgasms will be reciprocated with punishment.ā He nodded, promising he would not cum. You decreased the elasticity of your inner walls, giving him a tighter squeeze as you proceeded to ride him. Your movements were quicker than before, fully intending to make him cum without permission. Peter was moaning to the ceiling, eyes squeezed closed sometimes and other times wide open. His mouth stayed wide open, tongue peeking over his lower lip.Ā
Just as predicted, your inner sensors detected his cum painting your inner workings. You rode him until the spurts seized. Then you planted yourself firmly on him. Tendrils extended from your body and wrapped around his appendages. āYou have disobeyed my orders,ā you stated as you held him down and turned on the vibrations of your inner walls. Peter wailed as his sensitive cock was forced to endure the intense vibrations. He writhed against your restraints, but not even his super strength could remove you. Just like he had begged you before to fuck him, he was now begging for your mercy. You bent your upper body, putting a servo around his throat. You put a little pressure on the blood vessels below his jaw. Tears poured down Peterās eyes as you forced a second orgasm out of him. You detected more cum inside you as he cried out.Ā
After his second orgasm, you ran a scan on him, the analysis showing that he had enough. You removed your servo from his throat and turned off the stimulation or at leastā¦ attempted to. āError: deprecated code, V-module unresponsive.ā You stated, your tendrils no longer retracting and your hole vibrating on and on.Ā
āWhat?ā Peter exclaimed, clearly in panic. You ran a diagnostic check, your hole trying to reboot by first ramping the vibrations all the way up, so it could be brought down again. Peter screamed during the process, his brain unable to process the stimulation.Ā
The tactic worked fine, but the module got stuck again at the same level of vibrations you started at. āTendril module interfering with V-module. Attempting tendril reboot.ā Peter did not perceive a word you said. As the tendrils rebooted, they lifted up a little, Peterās body now hanging in the air except for his pelvis, where you still sat, vibrating his cock.Ā
Peter cried, feeling like his brain had melted away from the intense pleasure. āStark! Stark!ā He screamed the break command. You tried to terminate the program immediately, but the backlog of reboots and diagnostic checks made it impossible. Your creator, against your predictions, came again, barely a drop of cum leaving him. He kept screaming, trying to get through to you. Just after his third orgasm, you regained control of the tendrils. In a flash, they were retracted and you uncoupled the module for now.Ā
Peterās cock was gradually turning limp inside of you. The poor boy was hoarse from screaming. Without the tendrils, you regained full control, the vibrations stopping instantly. āThank you, thank you,ā Peter whispered over and over as you lifted your frame off him.Ā
āProgram D.O.M. paused,ā you stated, ādo you wish to continue after a delay or shall I proceed with aftercare protocols?āĀ
Peter laid starfish-style on the bed. His chest was heaving. He could use some aftercare, but it was hard to trust you right now. āTerminate the program all together,ā he groaned, āinitiate shutdown.ā A second later, he was met with the sound of your vents shutting down and your pelvic plate closing to protect what was behind it. He was left in silence. As far as updates went, it still wasnāt as bad as that time Windows went from XP to Vista. He counted it as a win.Ā Ā
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Rob, you recently wrapped production on the fifth ā and potentially final ā season of ā9-1-1: Lone Star,ā which will kick off with a three-episode train derailment. What else can we expect from the new season?
Rob: We all went into it pretty much knowing that it was going to be the last season, so that affected everything we did. We wanted to really show everybody what is still possible in network television if people have the appetite to do it. It feels like itās probably the end of an era of a certain type ā well, it doesnāt feel like it. It is the end of an era of a certain type of show we once had an opportunity to make, and I think theyāre great. We wanted to go out making our case for the value of shows like that, and I think we did a really good job. The stories that we were able to tell on a weekly basis in terms of the scope and scale ā thatās probably the thing Iām the most proud of. They were truly like mini-movies every week.
One of the most common critiques of āLone Star,ā since its premiere in 2020, has been the way that the show has consistently underused minority characters in order to center your character, Owen. Rob, youāre an executive producer in addition to the star. John Owen, you were a writer for the first three seasons. How would you both respond to that criticism? Was that ever a concern when you were writing or producing the show?
John Owen: [Deadpans] I can tell you confidently, it was never a concern of Robās.
But no, I think, look, everyoneās always going to have a take on what it must be like internally, creatively, and usually, itās not 100% percent accurate. And in this case, itās not accurate at all. I was there when we were blue-skying Season 1 ā and I want to preface this by saying I was starting out as a very green, new writer and learned from some of the best. It was such a fun experience for me. Owen was always the central piece of the show. He was one of the mediums through which we got to tell stories about the other characters and built them out into such lovable characters that people got frustrated, maybe, when they didnāt have as much screen time.
I remember my first episode that I wrote, being so excited to tell the first story that really featured Mateo [played by Julian Works]. He and Marjan [Natacha Karam] have this beautiful storyline where sheās helping him study, and I think that was one of the first times we learned Julian was a throwdown actor. And then we were like, āGreat, letās write to him.ā So I know, at least from the roomās perspective, we were learning strengths and then started leaning into them. I think in any case where a show has a strong ensemble, people always are going to be frustrated with maybe not seeing as much of their favorite characters as theyād like ā and I think thatās a good thing. You always want to leave people wanting more.
Rob: I think when [creators] Ryan [Murphy], [Brad] Falchuk and Tim Minear came to me, they were very clear about what they wanted to accomplish with the show. They imagined a show centered around the only survivor of a terrible tragedy in 9/11 and him rebuilding a firehouse, but also rebuilding his family. And in terms of playing time, I think that they did a really good job.
I donāt think there is another show on television with as diverse a cast as we had, telling the kind of diverse stories that we did. Owen was there as a way to tell those kinds of stories and Iām really proud of how we were able to do it.
#911 lone star#here is just a few question from robs interview about lone star#rob lowe#john owen lowe#s5#article
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LGBT+ REPRESENTATION ON DISNEY CHANNEL
*only including characters who are explicitly queer in their media and not revealed to be by a creator outside of their work
Nikki (transgender) in Ravenās Home (2017-present)
Sasha Waybright (bisexual) in Amphibia (2019-2022)
Tai (non-binary) in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023-present)
Papa Titan (gender-fluid) in The Owl House (2020-2023)
Gerry (mlm) and Bruce (mlm) in Christmasā¦ Again?! (2021)
Nicholas (mlm) and Wayne (mlm) in Bunkād (2015-present)
Sheriff Blubs (mlm) and Deputy Durland (mlm) in Gravity Falls (2012-2016)
Isaac Goldberg-Calderon (mlm) and Antonio Goldberg-Calderon (mlm) in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023-present)
Eda Clawthorne (bisexual) and Raine Whispers (non-binary) in The Owl House (2020-2023)
Cami Rivera (bisexual) in Ravenās Home (2017-present)
Susan (wlw) and Cheryl (wlw) in Good Luck Charlie (2010-2014)
Jackie-Lynn Thomas (bisexual) and Chloe (wlw) in Star vs. the Forces of Evil (2015-2019)
Terri (non-binary) in Amphibia (2019-2022)
Luz Noceda (bisexual) and Amity Blight (lesbian) in The Owl House (2020-2023)
A-Spen (non-binary, bisexual) and Willa Lykensen (queer) in Z-O-M-B-I-E-S 3 (2022)
Harvey Park (mlm) and Gilbert Park (mlm) in The Owl House (2020-2023)
General Yunan Longclaw (wlw) and Lady Olivia (wlw) in Amphibia (2019-2022)
Penumbra (lesbian) in DuckTales (2017-2021)
Terry (mlm) and Alexander (mlm) in Big City Greens (2018-present)
Masha (non-binary) in The Owl House (2020-2023)
Cyrus Goodman (gay) in Andi Mack (2017-2019)
Ally (pansexual) and Jess (bisexual) in Amphibia (2019-2022)
Brooklyn (transgender) in Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur (2023-present)
The Collector (non-binary) in The Owl House (2020-2023)
Ty Sabrewing (mlm) and Indy Sabrewing (mlm) in DuckTales (2017-2021)
TJ Kippen (gay) in Andi Mack (2017-2019)
Mr. X (mlm) in Amphibia (2019-2022)
Mike (mlm) and Carl (mlm) in Under Wraps 2 (2022)
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I Don't Want To Wait, seventy-four
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AN: Well, babes, this is it. The final effing chapter of IDWTW. When I started writing this, almost exactly four years ago (chapter 1 posted on may 29, 2020!), I had no idea what it would become. I thought it was going to be vv casual prompt-based high school pining vignettes, simply to rewrite my own version of Dawsonās Creek ā if youāve ever wondered why it was called IDWTW, thatās why! It was a temp title that stuck! ā but 375k+ words laterā¦ itās become so much more. And that is because of YOU. Whether you have been here since 2020 or you joined along the way or you're finding this years after the face, I am infinitely grateful. I donāt know that I would have been able to pull through the last few years without your kindness and enthusiasm for these two idiots (and their friends and fam). I have loved telling this story, but mostly, Iām grateful that this journey introduced me to so many incredible humans and created a community of babes I will hold near and dear to my heart for literally ever (itās true, I loved one of you so much that I drove across the country to meet her, and in a few short months she will be my WIFE!). This story brought so much good into my life, and I am hella proud to finally conclude it. From the incredible creators who made fanart, to the essays of comments on each chapter, to the back and forth of discussing consent, sexuality, and reproductive rights in my inbox, every gif, comment, reblog, message, ask, and interaction of any kind has been a joy. Thank you.
With all of that said, letās wrap this mother up.
A soft glowing circle lit up the black beneath Aelinās feet. Her stomach tightened as she rested on one leg and hitched to the side in a slow exhale. Her breath centered her as she pulled her pointed toes up her calf until it extended into a slow and steady develope. Just as she had barely met the apex of her legās vertical reach, she exhaled again and twirled to the floor. The music cascaded over her as she continued to move, her muscles moving on autopilot into seamless choreography. She had beaten out several far more senior company members for this solo and had practiced it so many times that it lived within her, sure to remain there for the rest of time. Ā With each of her graceful steps, the spotlight followed her and swathed her in its golden column, as if she were being beamed up into the sky above. With how much lift she got in her leaps, she felt like she was, too. Finally, the bass came in signaling the end of her solo and for the rest of the company to join her on stage, but even as the spot widened until it cast a bright haze across the floor, the floor remained empty.
Confused, she looked into the wings, but all she saw was blackness, not even the barely there violet glow of the stage managerās lamp. She was grateful for her muscle memory, as her limbs continued their practiced movements as her brain whirled in confusion and panic. She was mid-twirl when the music came to an abrupt stop, and she had to put her entire energy into not tumbling over her own foot. When she finally regained her balance, she looked up and around in confusion. The audience, which sheād thought was packed, was emptied out, only one solitary figure remained. Even barely lit and in silhouette, Aelin would recognize her motherās haughty posture and signature bouffant. Her slow, delicate clap was a stark contrast to the thrumming pulse of Aelinās heart pounding against her rib cage.
āMom?ā she breathed, barely a whisper but it still echoed through the empty theater.
āA child bride,ā Evalin replied with disgust.
Aelinās brow shot up. āH-how did youā?ā
Evalin cut her off. āYou thought you could steal my wedding dress from my closet, and I wouldnāt know about it?ā
Aelin looked down in confusion, but sure enough, her recital clothes had transformed into the ivory strapless column sheath she used to admire as a small girl. Rhoe had kept their wedding photo in his bedroom long after Evalin left, only removing the photo when a young Aelin commented with a wistful sigh that sheād never seen Rhoe smile the way he did in the black and white snapshot. The dress was stunning in its simplicity, all clean lines and structured satin.
Her hands pressed against the fabric, as if knowing this wasnāt right, but unsure of the how or why. A soft tinkling laugh drifted across the room, and Aelinās eyes darted to the noise, hopeful that someone had come to save her from this bizarre encounter and nearly collapsed in relief when Rowanās shock of icy hair appeared in the doorway.
He looked as handsome as ever in his lacrosse jersey, a wide grin on his face and a giant trophy in his hands. Her smile matched his, realizing that he must have come here straight from his championship. Winning his championship.
āRowan!ā she called out, but he didnāt look up. Instead, he offered his free arm to the source of the tinkling laughter. A beautiful woman accepted his bicep and wrapped both her manicured hands around his forearm possessively. He leaned down and brushed his lips against the top of her head in a gesture so familiar that it physically hurt Aelin to watch. āRowan?ā she called out again, this time much quieter.
Evalinās cruel bark of laughter was the only response she received. āYou offered him everything, and it still wasnāt enough. Youāll never leave this small town. You really are your fatherās daughter.ā
āNo,ā Aelin told her mom emphatically. āNO!ā
āYes,ā she said simply.
āNO!ā Aelin screamed again as unwitting tears streamed down her cheeks, hot under the persisting spotlight. āR-rowan!ā she choked out, but he couldnāt hear her, too enraptured by the woman in his arms, eyes ā and ears, apparently ā only for her. āRowan!ā she sobbed. She went to leap off the stage, but she was caught mid-air, her back hitting something with such a force that it knocked the wind of her.
āAce?ā Rowanās voice was in her ear, his hand rubbing at her back as she gasped for air. She cracked her eyes open and sagged as she realized that she was safely wrapped in Rowanās firm embrace. āWhoa, youāre okay.ā His voice was a reassuring balm to her heart, which felt bloody and bruised.
āIām okay,ā she forced out, though it came out so shaky that Rowan pulled back to peer into her eyes. She wanted to avert her gaze, hopeful that he wouldnāt be able to see the panic that was still coursing through her body, but the dark green of his irises calmed her, so she stared and focused and thought of things that reminded her of the deep shade of Rowanās eyes. Emeralds. Yulemas garlands. The long row of lockers in their gym room. Grass and trees in the setting summer sun. The jade plant that Maeve claimed brought her good luck that sat on her kitchen counter. Moss. Green tea leaves. The fake snake heād placed in her bed every prank week. That knocked her out of her tranquil stupor, and she couldnāt help but frown at him.
āYeah, youāre okay,ā he said, but continued to rub circles into the tense space between her shoulder blades. āDo you want to talk about it?ā
Aelin shrugged. āIt was weird.ā She paused for a long while, trying to think of how to tell him about it. āMy dance showcase went off the rails?ā
Her admission had its intended effect. He squeezed her tightly and kissed the soft spot of skin behind her ear. āWell, thatās silly, brain,ā he said, letting his kisses trail up to the side of her temple. āYou already crushed your showcase.ā
She grinned in response. It was true. She had crushed the showcase, and Rowan had been there just as sheād dreamed in his jersey and trophy in hand. Theyād gone into double overtime, and heād barely made it to her opening solo. With seconds to spare, heād slid into a seat in the front row, so sheād be sure to see him cheering her on. But sheād known it the whole time. She could feel his gaze on her as she twirled across the stage. The end of that performance had been, wellā¦ not the same as her brain had rewritten it. But, Rowan was right. Her brain was being silly.
āMaybe itās just acting out because someone kept me up all night,ā she said, loving the way that Rowanās ears still turned pink.
āItās not my fault,ā Rowan said, but his blush said otherwise.
āSure itās not,ā she said with a lascivious smile.
To celebrate their final week of high school, Aelin and Rowan had planned a movie marathon on Maeveās rooftop. It included a trifecta of essential graduation movies: Canāt Hardly Wait, Booksmart, and Grease. But what she hadnāt realized was that Rowan wouldnāt be able to help himself from singing along. And he knew what his singing voice did to Aelinās libido. She couldnāt help herself. Somewhere in the middle of Greased Lightning, the movies were all but forgotten as the pair tangled themselves in each other.
Stretching his limbs to the sky, Rowan looked like a literal god. The early morning sun cast a glow across his stern brow and strong nose, making him look as chiseled as a marble statue.
āIf you keep that up, Iām taking you right back to bed,ā he said of her lusty gaze and hooded eyes. He poked her side, eliciting a loud squeal.
āWhatever,ā she laughed. āItās not like we have anywhere to be today.ā
It was true. Today was the last Monday of the year. AKA, senior skip day. And sheād purposefully not committed to joining anyoneās plans, so she and Rowan could extend their marathon if they wanted to ā she also had High School Musical 3, Sheās All That, and Dazed & Confused lined up ā or just laze around all day. But they had time. Considering where the sun was, it was still very, very early. She imagined Maeve would be in the midst of morning service and briefly considered heading downstairs to grab them some coffee and croissants, but instead she laid back onto the mattress and fluffed a pillow beneath her head. Rowan followed, nuzzling onto her chest. She stroked his hair, not wanting to separate herself from him with the tendrils of her dream still lingering in her consciousness.
āLast week of senior year,ā he said. āIn three days weāll be high school graduates. How do you feel?ā
āTerrified,ā Aelin said, the word blurting out before she could filter it back. Damn that coffee-free brain.
She could feel Rowan tense slightly, but he let her early morning admission slide, and she was grateful for it. āMm, me too,ā he agreed. āThe lacrosse boys signed up to do a car wash for community service day, and Iām worried Iām going to see things I canāt unsee,ā he said with a shudder.
Aelin couldnāt help but snort. While today was a skip day, tomorrow was a service day. Each senior had to do some sort of community service in order to graduate. Ridiculous. Not like they hadnāt all passed their classes already. She supposed the sentiment was nice, but as someone whoād been volunteering with the hospital for the last two years, it felt a bit shallow. Unauthentic. Forced, if you will. And the athletic teams always used it as an excuse to strip down to their skivvies and wash horny housewivesā cars for an exorbitant amount of money. At least it was better than the Boy Toy auction Lorcan had told them theyād finally outlawed because of the gross raunch factor.
āJust tell them to use a sponge and that their junk isnāt for rubbing against dirty cars,ā Aelin advised. Rowan groaned loudly.
āGreat, now I can never close my eyes again,ā he whined.
āAre the cheerleaders also doing the car wash?ā Aelin asked, definitely not thinking about her dream at all. But Rowan was definitely not going to let that comment slide. His head popped up, and she found herself ensconced in his shadow as he peered down at her with an accusatory glare.
āI think a few of them are,ā he said. āButā¦ you remember that Iām about to marry you, right?ā
āA lot of married people cheat, Rowan,ā she said, pushing him off. She hadnāt meant to be so pouty about it, but she couldnāt get the image of his arms wrapped around that dream woman out of her mind.
Rowan looked rightfully hurt, the corners of his mouth turned down and his brow furrowed as he stared her down. āYou cannot be serious.ā He knocked at her temple. āThis has gone beyond your brain being silly. We are so many years beyond this. Do you have amnesia?ā He knocked again. āHelloooo, Aelin, are you in there? Have you been possessed by the ghost of your past self?ā
āShut up,ā she mumbled, pushing his hand away, but he persisted.
āNo,ā he said, pulling his pants from last night on. He searched for his shirt briefly, but unable to find it, he simply turned toward Aelin in stoic silence, arms crossed over his bare chest and face looking discontent. āIām not going to let you say shit like that, Ace. Thatāsā¦ā He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. To be fair, she was exasperating. āThatās hurtful. To me. I know youāre scared about the future, but I thought we established that Iām in this with you.ā
Aelin scrambled to her feet. āWe did.ā
āSoā¦?ā
He stood there, tapping his fingers against his bicep which was curled protectively around his torso still. Not letting her in. Waiting.
But she couldnāt explain it to him. That lingering nagging feeling of insecurity and worry and failure. So instead, she apologized. It wasnāt what he wanted, but it was good enough for now.
. . .
Instead of spending senior ditch day in bed, Aelin and Rowan joined their friends for a never ending picnic day in the park. Which wasnāt exactly what Aelin had wanted, but she had a feeling that she needed to loosen the reins on her panic, lest she piss him off even more. She had a feeling that maybe sheād loosened things too much, though, when she realized midway through her community service day that she hadnāt heard from Rowan in hours. Sheād been helping the hospice section of the hospital, which was designated for those who needed round the clock medical care. Their rooms varied from being fully decked out with medical equipment and monitors to the one she was in, which simply had a low bed, a tv, and a chair. Not a monitor in sight. Had she not known the woman needed constant care and surveillance each time she rose from her chair to go to the bathroom, she would have thought she was in someoneās grandmotherās house. As the woman made her tenth trip to the bathroom, Aelin took out her phone. Just to peek. There was no text from Rowan, btu there was one from Dorian. It was a link to a TikTok with the side eye emoji, and she clicked it quickly.
She watched as washboard abs and pecs were drenched with soapy suds as they washed dirt-ridden cars. She bit her lip as Rowan came into view, his muscles rippling as he reached across the hood, his biceps flexing and unflexing with each wipe.
āMmmmm,ā Aelinās elderly patient hummed appreciatively over her shoulder as she exited the bathroom and spotted the phone screen. She scrambled to put it back in her pocket, but her patient simply chuckled dryly as she snatched the phone into her wiry grasp. āA friend of yours?ā she asked curiously, peering up from the screen where the video was replaying.
āBoyfriend,ā Aelin admitted, her cheeks burning.
āLucky girl,ā the woman giggled, her hazel eyes alight with joy as she handed the phone back to Aelin where it made its way back into her pocket quickly. āWhat are you doing spending your time here with an old fuddy-duddy like me?ā Aelin was about to protest, but the woman continued. āWhatās his name?ā
āRowan,ā she finally said as the woman wrapped herself in a thin blanket and tucked herself into her favorite upholstered rocking chair.
āRowan,ā she repeated back. āThatās a good name. A strong name. A reliable name.ā
Aelin frowned. āReliable?ā
āWell, isnāt he?ā
She nodded. āYes.ā
āSturdy,ā the woman continued. āIn more ways than one. I can tell.ā
Aelin gasped, chastising the woman for her forwardness but she simply laughed it off.
āYouāre right,ā she whispered, as if she were letting her in on a big secret.
āGo, get out of here,ā the woman laughed.
āBut I still have two more hours?ā Aelin said of her unsigned sheet of volunteer paper, but the woman simply shook her head and beckoned for Aelin to come closer.
āI appreciate your service,ā she rasped, āBut I just want to nap, and itād be a shame for you to watch me sleep for two hours. Youāll have the rest of your life to work,ā she said signing and dating Aelinās paper for two hours in the future. āYou can fuck around for a few hours.ā
Aelin gasped again at the profanity, but smiled regardless.
āThanks,ā she said, but the woman had already nodded off in her chair.
. . .
āDroooooool,ā Lysandra laughed as she poked Aelinās side and pulled her out of her skin-induced stupor.
āIāā
āWere staring?ā Lys cackled, following Aelinās eyeline to where Rowan was clad only in his old red lifeguard shorts. The backs of his thighs were exposed, the hem of the shorts riding up as he leaned down to clean the back bumper of a particularly dirty sedan. Unlike his teammates who were filming each other and tossing sponges back and forth, Rowan was focused on the task at hand, making sure that the car he was working on was well-cleaned. āI hate to interrupt your literal wet dream,ā she continued, āBut, I wanted to invite you to a party.ā
Aelin grabbed the paper from Lysandraās hands and looked down at it.
āYouāre having a party?ā Aelin asked, surprised by the idea of her sober friend having the graduation rager sheād always wanted to throw.
āItās gonna have booze,ā Lys said, āButā¦ I will not be partaking.ā She cleared her throat. āI know that this year is not at all what I imagined, but I finally feel like Iām okay, and I would feel like shit if I didnāt throw the graduation party of the century.ā She flicked her brown curls over her shoulder. āJust because Iām sober doesnāt mean I canāt party.ā
āCertainly not,ā Aelin agreed. She looked at her friend whoād been through the wringer and spit out again and had come out seemingly unscathed and couldnāt help but wonderā¦ āHey, Lys?ā she asked before her friend could move to the next person. Lysandra looked up, eyes curious. āDo your parents know youāre having this party?ā
If Lysandra was surprised by the question, she didnāt show it. Instead, she half shook her head and half shrugged. āNo.ā
āShould I be worried about that?ā she asked, but to that, Lys gave a hard head shake.
āNo.ā
āBut you havenāt reconciled with them?ā Aelin didnāt know why she was asking these questions, but at the same time, the answers seemed all too important.
āItās hard to reconcile with someone who doesnāt care,ā Lysandra finally said. āBut, I will say that Iāve let it go.ā She cleared her throat. āThe needing them to care.ā She smiled then, a small curve but Aelin saw it regardless. āI wanted them to care for so long,ā she admitted. āFor too long, probably. So I acted out. A lot. Willing them to pay attention, at the very least. But you canāt will someone to care, even your parents,ā she laughed softly. āAnd Iāve been through enough therapy now that Iām starting to realize that as much as that hurts, itās okay.ā She paused. āI donāt need them to care. Because I care enough for all of us. And I realized there are a lot of people out there who care, too.ā She paused, looking at Aelin, as if trying to cut through the bullshit and tell Aelin exactly what she wanted to hear, and in that momentā¦ she did. āDoes that make sense?ā
Aelin nodded. āIt does.ā
Lysandra tapped the paper in her hands. āImmediately after graduation, and weāll go all night. Bring your bathing suit,ā she said.
āWill do,ā Aelin laughed, but she couldnāt help but let her mind wander to Lysandraās words. Her friend had laid it out plainly for her. What sheād been afraid to admit all along. That she maybe really seriously actually needed to go to therapy. The wounds her mom had imparted on her psyche ran deeper than she knew how to deal with. If her dream was any indication, her mom still controlled some part of her identity, and she needed to release that. Because that had nothing to do with who she was as a human. Not at all.
After the dream, she had thought that maybe she needed to call her mom and let her hear her thoughts, but Lys was right in her assessment: it was impossible to control someone elseās feelings. Even your momās. Yes, she wanted her mom to love her and want the best for her, but truly, her mom barely knew her. All Evalin knew was propriety and etiquette and history. She didnāt know that her favorite color was green, like Rowanās eyes. She didnāt know that her favorite food was Maeveās chocolate cake. She didnāt know that she was thinking about a career in medicine and how much she loved helping people. And she certainly didnāt know that Aelin wanted at least five kids and to make sure that every single one of them felt loved and adored by both their parents. No. She couldnāt make Evalin care, or pay attention long enough to even try to care. And she had to let that go. It would take a lot of work, but she had to.
With that in mind, she called out Rowanās name, followed by a whoop and a loud expletive. His answering blush and crooked finger, beckoning her to wrap herself in his half-naked embrace was all she needed to know that sheād been forgiven. But she knew she had to explain anyway. He let his teammates know that he would be back in a minute and let Aelin pull him away from the long line of cars still waiting to be washed.
āIām sorry,ā she apologized, tilting her head upwards where he loomed over her. He softly kissed the top of her head, warming her even more than the mid-afternoon sun. āI could say I donāt what came over me yesterday, butā¦ thatād be a lie,ā Aelin continued.
He squeezed her side in response, not interrupting her but acknowledging that he was listening and waiting.
āDid you know that the morning of my sixteenth birthday I woke up and resolved that I would kiss you that year?ā she asked, and he barked out a confused laugh.
āUm, what?ā
āI was so determined to do it, too. And do you know why?ā she asked as she let her hands trace small circles into the soft skin of his back.
āBecause you knew you wanted to be with me forever and ever and that weāre perfect together and meant to be and weāre each otherās soul mates and other halves and one of us just needed to make a move?ā
Aelin snorted loudly. āNo,ā she laughed, screwing up her face. āNot at all.ā
Rowanās forehead wrinkled as his brow transformed into a deep furrow. Clearly her words werenāt at all what he expected to hear. But, she knew she needed to get this out.
āWhen I thought about why I wanted to kiss you so badly, I realized that it was a test. If I kissed you and blew up our entire friendship, then Iād be right about everything I thought about myself. That you could never love me as much as I loved you. And so obviously youād leave. Because everyone leaves.ā
Rowanās grasp tightened around her waist, locking her against his chest. āBut Iām still here.ā
āYou are.ā She paused, finally letting the words come to the surface. āI thinkā¦ā She shook her head. That wasnāt the right start at all. āI knowā¦ that my mom deeply screwed me up.ā She took another deep breath. āAnd watching you get recruited and this whole college limbo thing has made it so much worse. Because every day it feels like Iām just waiting for you to get up and realize that youāve outgrown me. But you havenāt done anything to make me feel like that at all. And so, Iām really sorry. My issues are my own, and Iām going to work on them.ā
āThank you,ā he said. āFor the apology, and for letting me know whatās going on in there.ā His fingers tucked under the hem of her shirt and matched the circles she was placing on his back. āIāll try and remember all of that when you inevitably freak out again, but I look forward to proving you wrong every day for the rest of our lives. Because Iāve said it a few hundred times before, but Iāll keep saying it until you believe it: youāre stuck with me. Forever.ā
āForever,ā she echoed back.
āWhitethorn,ā a rough voice called out. āWe need you back!ā
In his absence, the line of cars had somehow grown impossibly longer. āLooks like youāve got work to do,ā she said, raising her brow.
āWill I see you later?ā he asked, and Aelin couldnāt help but scoff.
āOh, you thought I was leaving?ā she laughed. āDonāt be ridiculous. Iām going to snag a prime spot for ogling and then maybe we can hop into the jeep when youāre finished.ā
āReally?ā he laughed. āEven smelling like sweat and sunscreen?ā
āOhhhhh yes,ā she said, practically drooling as he let her hands climb up the ridges of his defined abs. āThatās even better.ā
He responded with a deep kiss that set her body ablaze, tingling from head to toe, that was interrupted by more panicked calls from his teammates. After prying himself away, Aelin found a spot on a nearby bench, giving her the perfect view to fawn over half-naked and half-wet Rowan for the next few hours.
. . .
The next morning, Aelin was awoken much too early. She was pulled from her easy slumber with a dance remix of Pomp & Circumstance coming from her phone alarm. What the hell? As she slapped at the table next to her, attempting to turn off the too-loud music in vain, she felt her dadās hand cover hers and lead it to the offending object.
āCongrats, graduate,ā Rhoeās warm voice lilted as he gently rubbed at her shoulder.
āDadddd,ā she groaned as she attempted to put her pillow over her head. Now that that music was off she could go back to sleep. Or so she thought. She should have known better than to play tug of war with a man who could bench press and carry three times her weight. Rhoeās soft laughter was a stark contrast to the forceful way he wrenched the pillow away. She managed to keep it within her grasp, but Rhoeās strength kept it locked at a significant distance from her face. She tried to pull it closer, but Rhoe wasnāt letting that happen. She guessed it was time to wake up, per Rhoeās request.
Defeated, Aelin let her fingers drop from the pillow, and finally cracked an eye open. Behind her dadās head was a swath of green and gold, and she focused she could see that nearly ever inch of the room had been filled with balloons.
āHappy last day of high school,ā her dad said with a too-wide smile given the early hour. When she opened her other eye, his smile widened even further, showing off two deep dimples that she recognized from her own reflection.
āItād be happier if I could sleep more,ā Aelin grumbled, but it wasnāt with any real mirth. Hung on the outside of her closet door, Rhoe had steamed her deep emerald graduation robe.
āI have one more day left with my high school student, and I plan on making every second count,ā Rhoe said, causing Aelin to smile in reply.
āTyrant,ā she laughed. But she was grateful.
After allowing her to get ready, the pair made their way to Maeveās, where sheād saved a two top for them by the window. Within seconds of sitting, a large hazelnut coffee and platter of stuffed French toast and bacon appeared in front of her. Yes, being in a small town was sometimes annoying ā but no matter where she and Rowan went in the world, she knew a plate of Maeveās home cooking would be waiting for her when she came back.
She and Rhoe enjoyed a lazy brunch, ordering second and third cups of coffee.
āFourth?ā Rowan asked, coming around with the coffee pot.
āIf I have any more coffee Iāll be peeing every twenty minutes for the rest of the day,ā she laughed, shoving him away. Though he hadnāt been able to join them for their breakfast because he was helping train a new staff member for Maeve, heād dropped a soft kiss on her cheek every time heād passed by their table. Which. Was a perfect way to enjoy her day. Theyād planned to have a celebratory brunch the four of them, since theyād all be going to Lysandraās (family inclusive!) graduation party following their graduation ceremony, but having it just be Rhoe and Aelin felt right, too. Ā
āAs if you donāt do that already,ā Rhoe scoffed. āIām half expecting you to hop off the graduation stage as soon as they hand you your degree to take a pee break.ā
āDad!ā she said, cheeks blooming with redness. Yes, she had brought up peeing first, but she couldnāt believe her dad would talk about her like that in front of Rowan.
āPlease,ā Rowan laughed. āAs if I donāt know about your tiny bladder.ā
āYouāre both the worst,ā she grumbled. āCan we talk about something else besides my pee schedule?ā
āYes, I wanted to ask what youāre wearing under your gown today,ā he said before his brain caught up to what he said. āNot in a sexy way!ā he said, blush raging as Rhoe raised a pointed brow in his direction. Itād been a while since she saw Rowan look so flustered under Rhoeās gaze, and she forgot how amusing it was. āSo we can coordinate,ā he finally said. āFor photos.ā
āNot in a sexy way,ā Rhoe muttered to himself. Something akin to a wheeze came out of Rowanās mouth as he tried to correct himself again, but Aelin thought it was time to put him out of his misery.
āYou can wear whatever you want,ā she said. āBecause Iāll be wearing a white dress.ā
Rowanās widened eyes darted to Rhoe and then back to her, and she didnāt miss the way his throat bobbed with a nervous gulp.
āA white dress?ā he croaked.
āMhm,ā she said. āSo anything you wear will go with it.ā Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
āSpeaking of,ā Rhoe said, clapping his hands loudly and breaking them from their joint reverie. āWe should head out so you can start getting ready.ā
Aelin rolled her eyes, knowing that her dad was teasing her about how long it took her to get ready, but as she glanced at the time she realized he wasnāt entirely wrong. They had been so caught up in their lengthy breakfast that it was now well after noon.
With a small kiss, she told Rowan sheād see him out on the lacrosse field in a few hours. Unfortunately, Galathynius and Whitethorn were annoyingly far apart in their grade lineup, so she wouldnāt see him for real until after the ceremony. But all he did was send her away with a smile and a kiss.
āCanāt wait,ā he said.
. . .
Of course they were graduating on the hottest day of the year. Though the weather forecast had predicted partly sunny skies and balmy breezes, instead they received a cloudless sky, still and relentlessly hot beneath the beatific sun. The thick polyester robe in dark emerald green created a tent of heat around her, and she could feel every inch of her skin beading with sweat beneath it. She hoped when she took off the gown she still looked somewhat presentable, otherwise her hours of preparation would be for naught.
True to her dadās prediction, Aelin had taken a while to get ready, shaving her legs thoroughly and straightening each strand of her long blonde locks. Of course, beneath her cap and combined with the thick humidity, her hair was beginning to show its natural wavy texture again. And she had a feeling that as soon as her cap was off, sheād be pulling her tresses into a giant pile on top of her head, pictures be damned. Luckily, sheād sprayed her face with a few layers of setting spray so no matter how much she sweat, her winged eyeliner and flawless complexion werenāt budging.
Beside her, Dorian swiped a bead of sweat that had fallen down his temple. Not even his mop of thick curls was enough to prevent the amounts of sweat from cascading down his cheeks and neck.
āIf this speaker doesnāt hurry up, weāre going to boil alive,ā he whispered as their graduation speaker drolled on. The man was supposed to be inspiring ā he was an author turned executive, but his slow talking pace seemed to be getting slower with each word. Not only that, but each word seemed to be the same tone with no inflection, and Aelin was worried all of them were going to fall asleep before their names were called. Maybe sheād be more inclined to listen to his words of wisdom if the hundreds of them werenāt swimming in pools of their own sweat.
Somewhere in her musings, she heard a round of applause, signaling the end of the speech. Thank god.
The next speaker was their class valedictorian, slash Prom Queen. None other than Elide.
āOn behalf of the Seniors, Iād like to take a moment to thank everyone who has been a part of our success,ā she began. āThe last four years have been filled with bumps in the road, and it hasnāt been easy. But our success is a direct result of everything youāve given us. Your care and belief in us and faith when we doubted ourselves have been integral in our quest for knowledge. That includes our teachers, who taught us not only school lessons but lessons in life. Our parents and families, who have been there since the beginning. And the families weāve created along the way.ā She paused, searching for a face in the audience, smiling widely when she found her teal-haired girlfriend smiling back at her. āThe bond that links us isnāt one of blood. Itās forged in joy and tears and friendship and respect,ā Elideās eyes found Aelinās at that moment, and she couldnāt help but smile at her friend. āAnd no matter where this crazy life takes us beyond today, we will always take this place with us. Because home isnāt just a place. Itās a feeling, itās a light in the darkness. Itās hope. And so, to the Orynth High senior class, I say, as we forge new paths for ourselves, may we never forget home.ā She cleared her throat and smiled widely. āLetās hold onto the memories and camaraderie and picture-perfect moments, for they made us who we are. Congratulationsā¦ we did it!ā
The whole class whooped and hollered and clapped wildly, none more so than Manon, who beamed up at her girlfriend from the front row.
And just like that, it was time.
Aelin held her breath as Principal Havillard took the podium and started calling out their names. Her heart raced as her row stood, waiting to take the stage. Her nerves were momentarily squashed as Manon made a lewd gesture with her tongue between her fingers after accepting her diploma. She watched as Lysandra proudly plucked the degree and held it over her head. She knew her friend hadnāt been sure sheād be able to graduate, and it was a relief to hear her name.
Before she could process anything else, she was walking up the stairs and hearing her name being called out. āAelin Ashryver Galathynius.ā
She nearly tripped over her own feet at the chorus of shouting that came from the back of the chairs. She looked over at where Rhoe and Lorcan were shouting wildly and realized that they were accompanied by the entire fire squad. Aelinās breath caught in her throat at the display of raucous hooting and hollering. These people who had known her since she was a child had come to cheer for her and see her graduate. She had not anticipated that at all. And she found herself completely overwhelmed.
Beside the squad, Maeve cheered, and on the other side of the chairs, down by the Wās, Chaol and Rowan stood and shouted with hands on either side of their mouths. A thrill of love and support rushed through her. She couldnāt believe how many people were here for her.
She grabbed the diploma from Principal Havillardās hands and raised it into the air, causing the cheering to explode again. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes, making a silly face in the direction of her family.
Elideās words rang in her ears. Her family. The squad, her dad, Lorcan, Maeve, her friends, and of course, Rowan. That vast group was more support than most people got in their lifetime. Sheād never forget that.
She made her way back to her seat, laughing as Dorian flipped off his father and then booked it away from him, cackling wildly. Always a troublemaker, that one. And finally, after what seemed like forever, it was Rowanās turn.
āRowan Eugene Whitethorn.ā
Aelin shot up from her chair, screaming as loud as she could, and despite being many rows back, she could feel Rowanās eyes lock with hers. His lopsided grin was just for her, and she felt a thrill of joy run up her spine at the look.
āI love you,ā she mouthed to him, causing his grin to widen.
āAnd with that,ā Principal Havillard concluded. āI give you the senior class. Congratulations, graduates!ā
Aelin stood and joined in the cheering again, her voice starting to go hoarse with the efforts of her support. They did it.
. . .
āCongratulations, Fireheart,ā Rhoe said, throwing his arms around Aelin. Despite the heat, she welcomed his embrace.
When he pulled back, she noticed a large bouquet of her favorite flowers in his hand. He held them out to her, the red and orange flowers flickering like a live fire beneath the late afternoon sun.
āThanks, Dad,ā she said, suddenly feeling emotional.
āIām so proud of you,ā he said, and she could tell that despite his dry cheeks, heād been crying. āAnd I love you so much.ā
She hugged him again, pulling him tight and not letting go for a long while. After they parted, Aelin was passed around for hugs to the entire squad, each one of them telling her a story of something she did when she was a small girl hanging out at the station, imbuing her with joyful memories.
Then it was Maeveās turn, who didnāt hold back her tears at all. Fat blobs rolled down her face, and she didnāt both to move them away, seeing as they were coming in a steady stream.
āOh, hon, Iām so proud of you,ā she said as she practically squeezed the life out of Aelin. She was grateful sheād unzipped her graduation robe, otherwise she was sure she would have passed out from heat stroke by now.
āAnd what about me?ā Rowan low voice interjected. Maeve burst into a fresh round of sobs as she pulled him close.
She blubbered into his shoulder about how proud she was of him, of both of them, of all their achievements and how grown up they were, and Aelin could feel her heart expanding. It felt like she was going to burst wide open.
By the time everyone had said their piece, the field had mostly emptied out. Aelin heard a soft ripple of groans as a few of the firefighters took out their pagers.
āFire?ā Aelin asked as she peeled the sweaty gown from her shoulders.
Rhoe shook his head. āWorse. Graduation pranks abound, apparently.ā
Aelin laughed, understanding that her dad was probably in for a long night of nonsense work.
āSo I shouldnāt expect you at Lysandraās?ā
Rhoe shook his head. āYou donāt want your old man crashing anyway.ā He narrowed his eyes at her, as if he was blinking back more tears and sniffed loudly. āHave fun. You deserve it.ā
āI will,ā Aelin said, hugging her dad one more time. As he left her with a wave, she looked around for Rowan, who was standing just a few feet away, talking with Maeve. She took a deep breath and lifted her chin.
āHey, youā he said, offering his arm out to her with a wide smile. She leaned into his side and took a deep breath, letting her happiness flow through her.
A flash went off in their face, and Aelin knew that whatever moment Maeve had just captured that sheād be framing it.
āYou ready?ā she asked, and his smile widened.
āYou headed to Lysandraās?ā Maeve asked, completely unaware of the real conversation happening between the two of them.
Rowan nodded. āDo you want to meet us there?ā he asked Maeve, but she shook her head and waved them off. Apparently she had a big night of dinner service ahead of her, but she sent them off with a joint hug and another tearful smile.
And just like that, it was time.
. . .
Ā In the days, months, and years that followed, whenever Aelin was asked about her wedding, she would say that it went by so quickly that she couldnāt remember it, and that was mostly true.
From the time the pair entered city hall to when they exited, a total of maybe ten minutes had passed. There was no aisle to walk down, no verbose exchanging of vows, no romantic readings or passages, but it was perfect nonetheless.
Aelin clasped her bouquet of kingsflames in one hand and Rowanās hand in another, letting her skirt swish as she swayed back and forth. She had no idea what words the city official said. All she remembered was the brightness in Rowanās eyes as they stared down at her and the way he kissed her when theyād been pronounced husband and wife.
As they made their way back to his car, Aelin was giddy. They rolled the windows down, letting the cooler air whip through the jeep, a wild giggle bubbling up in her throat and fizzing like champagne with each second that passed. Delicious and lightheaded inducing.
They had done it. Theyād actually gotten married.
She looked over at Rowan, who was already staring back at her, a soft dreamy smile on his face. She couldnāt help but grin wider at him, laughing again as his smile pressed against hers. She loved when they kissed like this ā a smashing of two smiles that wasnāt quite a kiss at all.
The stress that theyād felt over the last however many weeks, months, years, wasnāt present at all in his posture. She glanced down at his hands poised on the steering wheel, his fingers curling around the black leather in a loose grasp and tapping along to some silent tune in his head. The late afternoon sun filtered through the window casting him in a glow that made him look like a bronzed god, and Aelin sighed happily. This man was all hers. Forever.
FOREVER.
Sheād always known their lives would be intertwined, but to actually make it official was something else. The light turned green and the car lurched forward as he pressed on the gas and began driving again. But the adrenaline surging through her was too much. She couldnāt just sit in this passenger seat, she needed to do something.
āPull over,ā she said, eyes flashing at their surroundings.
āHuh?ā Rowanās head whipped toward hers, confused.
āPull over!ā she said again, louder this time. Verging on panic. Ā
Rowanās relaxed posture immediately reversed, the thick corded muscles of his shoulders and neck tensing as he looked for a spot to pull over.
āThere!ā she said, her pulse racing wildly.
Up ahead was the empty parking lot of the library. Though it was usually sparse there, there was not a car in sight, and Rowan wasted no time swerving into the lot and putting his hands on Aelinās shoulders, examining her up and down.
āAre you okay?ā he asked, green eyes taking in every detail of her body as if searching for a gaping wound or sudden injury.
āIām perfect,ā she replied. And she was. She was elated. Running on adrenaline and joy.
To calm her suddenly worried boyfriend ā no, husband ā down, she placed her hands on both his cheeks and kissed his mouth in a soft, sweet kiss.
āKeep the car running,ā she said, picking up Rowanās phone where it was plugged into the car and adding a song to his Spotify queue.
āWhat are you doing, Ace?ā Rowan sighed, exasperated with her antics. Panic was nowhere to be seen anymore in his posture, only annoyance. Which only made her smile wider. As the first notes of the song came onto the stereo, she cranked up the volume and hopped out of the car. She smiled up at the sky, swaying to the beat, basking in the first signs of sunset and pink tinged clouds overhead.
To his credit, Rowan didnāt ask any more questions. He simply followed her lead and exited the jeep.
āHusband,ā Aelin said, offering out her hand. āMay I have this dance?ā
Rowanās returning smile was so large she thought it might crack his whole face. Gods, he was gorgeous.
He pulled her close, swaying with her as their song played. āI canāt believe our first dance is to Dancing In The Moonlight,ā he chuckled.
āWe wouldnāt be us if it werenāt,ā she said, leaning into his chest as his arms circled her waist and pulled her close.
And though the song was upbeat, they stayed embraced and tangled up in each other, slowly swaying, chest to chest, hearts beating in rapid tandem with the beat of the song. They were so wrapped up in each other that Aelin barely noticed the sun disappearing behind an ominously dark cloud until a large raindrop plopped onto her nose.
And another.
And another.
She thought they would run back into the car and seek shelter, but neither of them made a move. In fact, the rain just seemed to invigorate them. Rowan stared up at the sky and laughed, Aelin following right after him. He lifted his hand and spun her in a circle, both of them laughing with reckless abandon as Aelinās skirt flared out around them. He spun her again and this time ended his flourish with a dip, kissing her deeply.
Time seemed to cease to exist as they danced. Under the raining sky they became a mess of water-drenched spinning, laughing, kissing, and singing.
The skies continued to pour, until they were both soaked through. But as the last notes of the song played, their little magic bubble disappeared.
Aelin looked at Rowan and then back at her white dress, which was now dripping.
āOmg I look like a drowned rat!ā she shouted through the rain.
Rowan laughed, pulling her back into the jeep and grabbing a towel from his back seat to dry his own hair off before sliding into the driverās seat.
āBut a very cute rat,ā he said, causing them both to burst into laughter once again as they took off toward their graduation party.
By the time they arrived at Lysandraās, they were still water-logged, giggling messes. Lys gasped at their disheveled appearance, eyeing them up and down with a wary eye.
āUmmm, no,ā she said.
āNo?ā Aelin laughed, feeling drunk on endorphins.
Lysandraās wary eye morphed into a blinding smile at the pair of them. āGet out of here and go celebrate on your own,ā she laughed. āAnd congratulations,ā she whispered.
āFor graduatingā¦?ā Aelin asked, and Lysandra couldnāt help but snort loudly.
āBabe, youāre wearing a white dress and a shit-eating grin.ā She paused. āIām happy for you.ā
She embraced the pair of them. āNow get out of here before anyone sees you.ā
Aelin and Rowan didnāt need any more prompting. Apparently they were not subtle enough to pull off seeing other people right now.
āWhere to?ā Aelin asked Rowan as they slid back into the car.
Rowan smiled back at her. āAnywhere we want.ā
āLetās go,ā she said.
And with that, they hit the road. Overwhelmed from the day, Aelin promptly fell asleep in the passenger seat, letting the feel of the car lull her into a dreamless sleep.
. . .
āAceeee,ā Rowan whispered, pulling her from her slumber. It was completely dark outside and the pair were stopped at a gas station slash motel. āYou gotta get out of the car and then you can go right back to sleep,ā he said softly.
āIām awake,ā she mumbled through a wide yawn. āWhere are we?ā
Rowan chuckled as she practically poured out of the car into his arms. She hadnāt realized how exhausted she truly was until after theyād checked into the motel, which was surprisingly not seedy, and she was sitting back on the bed. Her dress wasnāt wet anymore, but it certainly wasnāt going to be comfortable to sleep in. She wished theyād thought to prepare better for this sudden excursion. Of course, Rowan had.
āI picked up some essentials at a rest stop,ā Rowan said, as if reading her mind. He pulled out an oversized tee that read āGeck Yo Act Together,ā with a large picture of a gecko on it and tossed it to her, along with a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a little thing of mouthwash. He also pulled out giant sandwiches and chips and bottles of water and a Terrasen mountains tee for himself.
āSmart,ā Aelin laughed, realizing the last time she ate was her (albeit giant) brunch, hours ago. āIs that where we are?ā she asked, realizing she had no idea where they were.
āNo,ā he said, grinning softly. āI thought maybe weād drive south. Explore for a while.ā
āIs this our honeymoon?ā Aelin laughed, looking around the small, dingy motel room. It wasnāt exactly what sheād imagined, but she also had never imagined getting married at eighteen.
āYou told me you wanted to find the continentās best chocolate piece of cake,ā he said, and she couldnāt help but bark out a loud laugh.
āThat could take weeks!ā
āYou got somewhere to be?ā he asked, brow raised. And she loved the way his smile promised devious, devious things. And suddenly, she wasnāt so tired anymore. Ā
āI also got one more thing,ā he said. She watched as he pulled a thick gold band out of his pocket, and she suddenly couldnāt breathe. He sat on the bed beside her and slid it onto her finger and her heart nearly stopped as he pulled another to slide onto his own. They were practically matching, except while a red stone sat in the middle of her ring, a dark green one that matched the shade of his eyes sat on his.
āOh,ā she said, her throat feeling remarkably dry. She tried to swallow, but it was too rough. A lump in her throat that wouldnāt abate. She tried again as she stared at the ring on her finger, her heart pounding as the red stone flickered in the dim motel room lighting. Why couldnāt she swallow?
āItās just temporary,ā Rowan rushed out, mistaking her silence as dislike. āThe rest stop had a pawn shop, and I just knew we needed them, but theyāre just for nowā¦ā
She cut him off with a swift and forceful kiss. āTheyāre perfect.ā
āHey, whereās my phone?ā she asked. āI need to take a picture of this immediately.ā
āI plugged it in,ā he said, pointing to where heād already set up a little charging station.
She picked it up, intending to take a picture of her ring, but an alert from literal hours ago disrupted that. She couldnāt believe it. An email in her inbox that read: Wendlyn University Admissions Update. Oh gods.
Without another word, she clicked into the email, heart pounding. Her eyes skimmed quickly, hoping to get the band-aid ripped off quickly, but she paused on the word CONGRATULATIONS.
āOh my god. OH MY GOD!ā she screamed, throwing the phone at Rowan. He picked up the phone and smiled widely, whooping and wrapping her into a bear hug so tight she couldnāt breathe.
āYou did it,ā he mumbled through kisses. āI knew you were going to do it.ā
Unable to control themselves, their kisses increased, heating up wildly until his kisses seared through her, worshipping each inch of her skin. She was breathing hard as he peeled her out of her dress and pushed her onto the bed and continued to whisper adorations and plans of their future. How proud of her he was, and how he was never going to let her forget it. She shivered as he let his mouth skimmed against her, and she promised in that moment to never take him or his love for granted. This is why she didnāt need handwritten wedding vows ā because they vowed to each other all the time with a simple kiss. And more than kisses. They brought each other to orgasm again and again, until they were both sweaty and spent and shaking with pleasure. They both poured every ounce of joy and relief into their intertwining bodies, finding their own perfect rhythm, until long after they should have gone to sleep. But neither wanted this magical day to end.
He was twirling the ring around her finger when Aelin remembered that she hadnāt taken a picture of it yet. She reached for her phone and started at a text from her dad, which just said: Checking in.
āOh my god,ā Aelin said again, bolting upright.
But Rowan just chuckled sleepily, reaching out with one of his hands to squeeze her bare backside. āYeah, baby. Oh my god. Youāre incredible.ā
āNO, ROWAN,ā she said smacking his shoulder. āWhat were we thinking? We got married! And then left home without telling anyone?ā She actually couldnāt believe she had done that. What was she supposed to write back to her dad? āRhoe is going to KILL ME,ā she said, finally realizing what had occurred over the last twelve hours. āNo, wait. Heās going to kill YOU! Heās going to arrest you for kidnapping his only daughter!ā
At that Rowan really did laugh and pulled her back down into his embrace. āAce, are you serious?ā his laughter poured over her, silky smooth. āYou think I would marry you and take you out of state without explicitly asking your father for permission and telling him our plans?ā
Aelinās eyes widened as she looked at Rowan with serious eyes. āHe knew?ā
Rowan kissed her shoulder and mumbled a soft, āGo to sleep. Iāll tell you everything in the morning.ā
She paused. āYou made a plan, but didnāt think to pack a bag for me?ā
He chuckled again, pulling her tighter against his side. āI did pack a bag for you,ā he said. āI just forgot toothpaste and a nightshirt,ā he said, his lips loosening as sleep threatened to take him over. āYou didnāt need it, though.ā And with that, he was asleep.
āI love you, too,ā she replied, pushing his hair from his eyes and loving the way he smiled at her touch, even asleep. Unable to help herself, she laced her fingers through his and snapped a quick pic of their intertwined hands before sending it off to her dad. As she rested the phone down and closed her eyes, she felt ready for the next chapter. Except, it wasnāt really a chapter, she guessed. It was the rest of her life. A new book she was writing. She didnāt know what it would entail, but she knew that she couldnāt wait.
THE END
#idwtw au#tog fanfic#charincharge writes#throne of glass fanfic#rowaelin#rowaelin fanfic#rowan x aelin#throne of glass#that's all she wrote#epilogue still to come#sorry i'm posting this at 11pm on a random saturday but this is what we're doing
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How did you get where you are now? Job wise I mean? Were you a college student before doing this or did you go looking for jobs in the art industry straight away?
Oh, well it's been quite a journey for me in terms of how I got to where I am right now but here's the full timeline (?):
August 1996 - BIRTH
April 2007 - I watch Brave Story at Tribeca Film Festival, life is changed and I decide to purse animation
June 2014 - Graduate high school and accepted into Montserrat College of Art for Animation & Interactive Media
Summer of 2016 - Studied abroad in Japan attending Niigata School of Art & Design
Summer of 2017 - First animation job as an animation intern for Sesame Street (yes that Sesame Street)
December 2017 - Graduated from college (yes I graduated early due to having college credits in high school), did not have a job lined up
2018 to 2019 - Living back in NY with my parents, working on indie animation productions, creating emotes and animated intros for content creators, applying and getting rejected from many job listings, received and fail multiple storyboard tests, developing my own projects and story ideas after years of not being able to for school work
July 2019 - Fly to California for the first time, made the decision to move in order to further pursue a career in animation, at this time the Nickelodeon Artist Program were accepting submissions so I busted out boards for a personal project in 3 days and submitted it (please do not be like me, take your time haha)
September 2019 - I receive a call from Nickelodeon and I go through a series of interviews for 2 months straight
Thanksgiving 2019 - I receive news I was selected as a trainee for the Nickelodeon Artist Program
January 2020 - Move to California and begin work as a trainee at Nickelodeon (specifically for Rugrats reboot)
March 2020 - The pandemic
July 2020 - I leave Nickelodeon and move onto Titmouse as a storyboard revisionist for Star Trek Lower Decks
November 2020 - My Supervising Director for Lower Decks recommends me to the first Critical Role show Legend of Vox Machina
December 2020 - I do freelance boards for Vox Machina and get hired as a full time revisionist for season 2
January 2021 - I receive a interview request for a job on WondLa at SkyDance due to one of the directors finding my work online, I heavily consider the job
May 2021 - My Adventures of Superman is announced, I draw a piece of fanart that goes viral
July 2021 - Vox Machina season 2 wraps, I receive an offer to return to Lower Decks season 3 as well to work on X-Men 97 (I said yes to Lower Decks)
August 2021 - Spiderman Freshmen Year (now known as Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman) asks if I be interested to do boards, I decline not knowing what it was for
September 2021 - Showrunner for Spiderman contacts me personally for interview, my Superman fanart from May 2021 finds it way in front of the eyes of one of the creators for MAWS, still currently doing revisions for Lower Decks S3
October 2021 - Accept job offer as board artist for Spiderman, freelancing on MAWS as a character designer (first time doing this job), turn down SkyDance job offer
December 2021 - Wrapped on Lower Decks S3
January 2022 - Launch as board artist for Spiderman at Marvel Studios, still been developing my own personal projects at this point
February 2022 - Studio Shaft offers layout and genga work for Madoka Magia Record after seeing animation work of my personal projects, I accept
April 2022 - My episode of Madoka Magia Record airs, Studio Pierrot sends offer for work on Boruto
May 2022 - After my first episode on Boruto I am offered to work on Bleach Thousand Year Blood War, I accept and continue to on Bleach as of this post (3 seasons in total), Studio Mir offers me animation work for XMen 97 (I accept but only work on the first episode)
Summer of 2022 - Working on Spiderman, animating on animes, I think at some point this is when I was offered to do animation work for Castlevania Nocturne
November 2022 - Complete season 1 of Spiderman, Marvel/Disney lays me off for *reasons*, I receive an email about potential work on an unannounced show at Nickelodeon, I'm unemployed at this point
January 2023 - Collecting unemployment, freelancing on animes, trying to survive in general, also approached by Colosso to create my own course
February 2023 - Land a short gig on Big City Greens movie over at Disney TVA, Studio Mir once again offer me work but this time for second animated Witcher film
March 2023 - Land an interview as a character designer for that unannounced Nick show, didn't get the job
May 2023 - Wrap up on Big City Greens and Witcher, fly to Japan to relax (I failed)
July 2023 - Land a layout artist position at A24 (no it's not for Hazbin Hotel), Studio Mappa offer me work on Jujutsu Kaisen Shibuya Arc
September 2023 - Land another interview with Nickelodeon (this time for storyboard artist), freelancing on layouts and animation for Castlevania Nocturne S2, A24 job is stressing me out way too much so I decide to leave, MAWS hits me up for retakes on season 2
October 2023 - Wrap up at A24, I land the board artist job at Nick, I am also drowning in Jujutsu Kaisen production meltdown, complete my online course for Colosso, wrap up on MAWS S2
November 2023 - I start at Nick as a board artist, Colosso course release, I am still dying by the hands of Studio Mappa
January 2024 till now - Still boarding over at Nick and still animating on animes (I am VERY selective now about it though after JJK), I am also in therapy now Yeah so that's like, a real rough timeline over everything from school till now (and even then I am missing a lot of work details like video games and development projects due to NDAs). But pretty much what carried me was putting myself and my art out there on social media along with building relationships with people in the studios (outside of just my production) and that's how I've been able to maintain a steady work flow even when I was unemployed. Also not being afraid to develop my own ideas and share them since most of the times that gives the leadership a pretty good idea what sensibilities I have (and they just happen to match). I hope that answered your question!
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Ten Under-Recognized Jirai Kei Characters!
Ive been meaning to make a post on some jirai kei characters that i think are underappreciated by the overseas landmine community! Mostly i think its bc they don't wear girly kei, cybercore, or other fashions associated with us on SNS, and bc their media came out before 2020. So ive compiled a list and an explanation for why i think they're jirai! I have another list for pien kei characters who arent jirai in my opinion too. If u have any characters u think the western jirai comm sleeps on, comment/reblog and tell me who & why!
1. Celestia Ludenberg
Celestia (Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc) has screamed landmine to me for like, ever! She's wrapped up in her appearance and at first glance makes the effort to come off as regal and formal. But she frequently lets that disguise slip and shows her sadistic side at the slightest inconvenience, threatening violence and screaming in peoples faces. She's got both a superiority complex AND inferiority complex, and has an unhealthy obsession with gambling, her super high school level talent.
2. Nijimin Anazawa
Nijimin (Mahou Shoujo Site) is super popular in the japanese jirai comm, and its easy to see why. She's easily lovestruck and a borderline yandere (dependent type), murderous and hellbent on revenge, and her magical power literally revolves around manipulating others. She's a beloved idol and a symbol of cuteness, but she's a murderous magical girl? How much more jirai can you get!
3. Mayoi Ayase
Mayoi (Ensemble Stars) is a very interesting character! From his obsession with the occult to his self depreciating behavior to his obsessive and stalkerish tendencies, he's an overall offputting yet charming guy. As an idol, he has fans who have a totally different image of him than the creep (affectionate) he can be at times behind the scenes. Also, not to stereotype, but his favorite sanrio character is kuromi, whos super popular within jirai.
4. Yuri
Yuri (Dokidoki Literature Club) being a landmine seems a little self-explanatory to me. She's a yandere character who's probably the most unassuming of the cast at first. She's shy, smart, kind... and a self-harming yandere with a knife fetish who will literally kill herself if you get involved romantically or reject her.
5. Yoosung
Wow, when's the last time I thought about Mystic Messanger? No idea, but Yoosung feels pretty jirai kei to me in retrospect. In the beginning of the game, hes the adorkable self-conscious junior with an unhealthy online addiction. But, by the end, he's a self-harming yandere who refuses to let the player character go, and is willing to do whatever it takes to secure a happily ever after.
6. Kusokawa-chan
While I have an immeasurable hatred for her creator, Kusokawa-chan (Menhera-chan spin-off 4komas) is a comfort character of mine... for some reason. With a name that means "kawaii trash", her personality is probably predictable. She's human trash, a sadistic asshole with no respect for others who will insult and berate you at the drop of a hat, and turn on a dime on her fans. She tries to cover it up by putting on an exaggerated innocent act and kawaii-fying herself and her life, but she just cant stop herself from exploding on others with no remorse.
7. Azusa Mukami
Admittedly, everything I know about Diabolik Lovers is through its fandom as I've yet to cave and buy the games. But from what little I know, Azusa seems pretty jirai. He seems innocent, fragile even- but has the typical amount of yandere tendencies for the series. He has a self harm addiction, and if you peruse his route you're in for a toxic time.
8. Satou Matsuzaka
This might be cheating because she's so popular on yandere tumblr, but Satou Matsuzaka (Happy Sugar Life) is ultra jirai kei. It's no wonder she's such a popular choice of pfp on japanese jiraitwt! She's obsessed with living out a fantasy saccarine-sweet life with the object of her desire, and given her full-blown yandere nature and her lolicon status, its no doubt shes a toxic partner. She's beloved at her school and workplace for her seemingly sweet nature and cute looks, but her kindness is only for the purposes of manipulation.
9. Kosame Amagai
Again, I'm no expert on Diabolik Lovers! But based on what my friends on yandereblr tell me, this guy is definately a jirai danshi. He's a lover of all things cute, who uses his cute shota-like appearance and polite manner of speech to lure others in. In reality, hes an abusive partner in his route, and takes his anger out on others verbally. He's willing to cry, scream, and threaten over the smallest of transgressions. Of course, he's also a yandere as per series standard.
10. Momonga
Okay so this is only half-serious, but there's a reason Momonga (Chiikawa) is so beloved by jirai girls and often depicted fitting the visual jirai stereotype in fanart. She's ultra cute! But she uses her appearance and acting vulnerable and innocent to try to get away with shithead behavior. She's loud, erratic, and self-obsessed, and often cries when she doesn't get her way. She's obviously the worlds cutest little manipulator, and she knows it.
I hope you enjoyed this list! There's a list for non-landmine pien kei characters coming soon, so feel free to send me asks with recommendations! And feel free to add on to this list in reblogs and comments!
#my post#pien kei#pien#å°é·å„³#yanblr#jirai kei#danagnronpa#chiikawa#diabolik lovers#happy sugar life#yandere#landmine girl#landmine boy#jirai onna#jirai danshi#jiraiblr#tw age gap#tw lolicon#tw abuse#tw sh#tw murder#magical girl site#animanga#landmine kei#irl yandere
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#JIKOOK - Laughing
This a wholesome post dedicated to Jimin and Jungkook being happy and having fun while laughing. Cause, why not? [38.8% of people voted for this, winning second place] Enjoy~
BTS MUSTER VIDEO
MIC DROP MV SHOOTING
RUN BTS EP 82
BREAK THE SILENCE MOVIE
GOLDEN DISC AWARDS 2020
RUN BTS EP 29
BTS NEW YORK STAGE SELF CAM
DYNAMITE MV BTS (MEMORIES 2020 DVD)
MAKNAE LINE LIVE AFTER PTD CONCERT (WEVERSE)
MAKE IT RIGHT
RUN BTS EP 140
YOU QUIZ ON THE BLOCK
RUN BTS EP 78
RUN BTS EP94
AWARDSHOW
AIRPLANE PT2 SHOOTING SKETCH
BTS GRAMMY MUSEUM 2020 INTERVIEW
RUN BTS EP 85
WINGS TOUR
That's a wrap! See you guys in the next post. This post was long due. I don't follow deadlines, don't I? š Enjoy and do give your support.
All gifs used belong to their original creators.
xx, tokyokookmin.
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Wake Up Call - Nintendo Alarmo
All through Summer 2024 the Nintendo fandom had been in a fervor. The Nintendo Switchās reign had eclipsed its seven year apex: the time had come for a new flagship piece of hardware to take its place. The stage seemed to be set: the game releases were thinning, the Nintendo Directs sparse, and the major game releases clearly smaller, outsourced, and not the main focus of development. Nintendo had already acknowledged the new machineās existence with an assurance of it being announced within the fiscal year, followed by a continuous promise below each and every announcement stream that there āwill be no mention of the Nintendo Switch successor during [...] these presentations.ā
As the dog days passed by, during the fleeting few weeks of Fall that still existed between the ever widening record-high Summers and devastating Winter storms, it seemed undeniable that the stage was being set. Nintendo filed new patents for motion sensor technology. Word got out that they were filming a commercial for a new piece of hardware. They flew out content creators to demo something kept under wraps. And on October 9th, 2024, fans awoke to a flurry of notifications, an early morning unheralded announcement shaking the very foundations of what was thought possible for the gaming giant:Ā
Alarmo.
Nintendoās smart alarm clock. A touchscreen device with a sleek interface, loaded with 35 themes inspired by 5 games (and more to come), and a $100 price tag. Their patented motion sensing technology made for a hands-free experience. Set the alarm once and from then on, each and every morning, your eyes would flutter open to a jazzy Mario tune, and your triumphant rise from bed would be rewarded with a victory jingle, a āLets-A-Go!ā, and a shot of nostalgic dopamine.Ā
But is nostalgic the right word? The motion sensor only works with a very specific set-up: most notably being limited to one person, a small bed, and a room that will remain otherwise empty through the night. No spouses, no pets, no roommates. It was clear this was intended for a childās room. So no, it wasnāt nostalgic. At least not yet. It was designed to create new nostalgia.
Nintendo Alarmo, along with the similarly aimed Pokemon Sleep, are part of Nintendoās long-running obsession with intentionally forming habits and responses. From the scheduled broadcasts of the Satellaview to the daily-task centric Animal Crossing series, and especially the predatory practices of their mobile game releases, Nintendo had a penchant for designing parasites that attached themselves to your waking (and non-waking) cycle.Ā
Today Iāll be sharing excerpts from interviews with people who received Alarmos as children, and uncover the shocking effects of waking each morning to a pavlovian coin-get jingle. But first, speaking of coin-getting, a word from todayās sponsor: LoanFast. Is payday just aā
God what a waste of time. Shitās always so negative these days. These nostalgia-grab video essays used to be pleasant. Hereās an old-school animated movie you havenāt seen since the DVD bargain bin! Top ten cartoons of the 2010s! The misunderstood genius of the Wii U! But nah, now time has crept past the optimistic millennials. Weāre struggling to find the diamonds in the rough patch that was the 2020s, to salvage anything from that fucking trash heap of a decade. God, no wait. Now I sound like them. I grew up with that age of media. I love that age of media. Itās just so easy to let the zeitgeist of doomerismā Okay stop. Itās way too easy to let these things override my brain. I had to mentally backspace the phrase āeasily impressionableā right there too. I watch these videos with their big words and their gloomy ways of lookin at life and I feel it all start to seep into me.Ā
Millennials will convince you that the 00s were the peak of human creation. That the 10s were the last big push of creativity. But that's just not true! My cartoons were way better! Our video games are just objectively cooler and bigger! Adults get stuck on trying to make fun of my generation for the same few bullshit things, if I hear one more Skibidi Rizz Iām gonnaā Shouldnāt think like that. Iām 24 now. Thatās an adult. Iām an adult. I keep saying that and it doesnāt sound any more true. It happened so fast. It took so much time but it happened so fast. I was just a kid, playing Super Mario Odyssey on an old LCD, and then I was a teenager and a lot happened, so much happened, and now Iām an adult playing Super Mario Odyssey on an old LCD and nothing happens, nothing ever happens. I am an adult and it is Christmas Eve and I am alone.
It was Christmas Eve then too. Back when Christmas felt like Christmas. I was 12 years old when I got the Nintendo Alarmo. December 24th, 2024 when I tore open my first present of the year. It was tradition to get one present the night before, usually something to pass the time until I was more tired than I was excited for the next morning. You wouldnāt think a clock would keep me busy but I spent the whole evening fiddling with the options, looking at every theme, resetting the time to hear the top-of-the-hour jingles for each game. I remember dad helping me put in the wi-fi password, I remember momās hurried trip to whatever convenience store was still open on the holiday because the damned thing didnāt come with an AC adapter. She brought back a package of Reeseās and one of those juice drinks with a plastic toy on it. It wasā¦ a Spongebob one? Yeah, and I set it on the shelf and it fell off during all the unwrapping the next day and it rolled underneath the shelf and it was down there for months and Iām remembering every single time I was sitting on the floor playing Mario and Luigi Brothership after getting it the next day and every single time I could see the Spongebob juice topper below the tv smiling at me and I never thought to get it I never put any thought into it being there it was just there until a day my mom must have swept and it wasnāt there and I didnāt think about it not being there. Until right now.Ā
Why didnāt that thing come with an AC adapter, god thatās so stupid.
I think about all that and I donāt think about everything that happened afterwards. Iām 12 years old and itās Christmas Eve 2024 and Iām getting the Nintendo Alarmo and now Iām 24 years old and itās Christmas Eve 2036 and I look over at the window sill next to my bed and the Nintendo Alarmo is still there, still ticking. The AC adapter has been replaced a couple times and itās a bit dinged up but itās still ticking. So much happened all the while that clock kept ticking. Iām still ticking. Iāve gotten so worked up over this fucking video and Iāve been scrolling my home page this whole time. I try to actually read the titles my eyes are glossing over: āThe Untold Story of Minecraftās 1.50 Disasterā, āWhat Went Wrong With Forza 2030ā, āDoes Sony Regret Dropping Out of Consoles?ā and I almost click the last one to see which retired executive guy theyāre interviewing and personifying the whole company onto this time and I stop myself. It just takes one god damn clickbait title to manufacture curiosity like that and Iāll be watching another two hour video about job layoffs and feeling like shit again. Iām so sick of feeling like shit. Itās getting harder and harder to find content that makes me feel good.Ā
I decide to just turn the damn thing off. I sit there in the dark for a minute, as a dim light comes from across the room: it's 11:00pm and my Nintendo Alarmo is displaying a top-of-the-hour animation. Mario runs into view, bumps a block 11 times. I hear the little coin-collection jingle 11 times, and then the screen defaults back to its calmer darker state.Ā
I google for a day calculator on my phone and punch in that Christmas Eve and this one.Ā
4,383 days. If you take into the fact that after the Animal Crossing theme releases I swapped to that for Halloween and Christmas mornings, thatās 22 Animal Crossing mornings, and 4,360 Super Mario mornings, and 1 Mario Kart morning that I hated. Who the fuck wants to wake up to tires screeching? And the āFIRST PLACE VICTORY!ā out-of-bed message was a bit patronizing even for me. But yeah, 4,360 Super Mario wake up calls. 4,360 times I have heard the Super Mario Bros. theme song as the very first sound of the day. Through thick and thin, from one side of the country to the other, through every school morning from 2024 onward and every single day of every job Iāve worked, it's remained constant. A morning without that jingle is just not conceivable to me, it's as natural a part of life as anything else. As sure as Iāll eat food and as sure as Iāll take a crap and as sure as Iāll turn my computer on and as sure as Iāll sleep again the next night is as sure as I will hear that jingle. Speaking of, sleep.
I brush my teeth with Scooby Doo bubblegum toothpaste and a toothbrush that I avoid looking too closely at because its got Spongebob on it and Iām too tired to let myself start back down that path of thinking about the things I took for granted. I can feel on my teeth that the brush is awfully frayed. Iāve been putting off buying a new one for months. I donāt know why. I could just grab one at the store and swap it out and it would make me feel so much better and be so much better for me, but I just donāt do it, I just never think to get it while Iām there and that just happens everyday and I blink and it's been months and my toothbrush is still frayed. 4,360 times. 4,360 times.Ā
I catch my brain multi-track drifting and decide I canāt sleep without a distraction. I open Youtube on my phone and start scrolling for something to play while I sleep. I crawl into bed and I just barely remember it's Christmas tomorrow. I grab the Nintendo Alarmo and thumb through the settings, swiping through menus.Ā
When I wake up tomorrow Iāll think that maybe I was just too tired, maybe I just got other shit on my mind, and that maybe these old LCD touchscreens are just over-sensitive pieces of shit or that maybe just maybe I am. But tomorrow my eyes will open at the time theyāre used to opening anyway and Iāll be ready to hear the special Animal Crossing Toy Day Jingle that I was so certain I set it to, and Iāll hear the horrible screeching of tires on pavement and something will snap in me and Iāll hear the āFIRST PLACE VICTORYā and think about the empty platitudes and the 12 years I can barely remember and the four thousand wake-up calls that accompanied me as I kept sleep-walking through them and Iāll wake up and something will shatter and Iāll spend Christmas morning cleaning up the shards.Ā
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How do I move on from a fandom?
I feel so empty, and also ashamed for some reason.
From 2021 to the end of 2023 I spent my nights before bed reading DSMP fan fiction. They were the most love filled pieces of text I had ever read. You could feel the breath of passion slobbered all down those works. These stories were about learning to live with grief of any kind, learning how to be independentāto be your own person, dealing with severe depression, learning about how to accept kindness and forgiveness. Knowing that you deserve the world, that you deserve to be loved.
You could see in real time an authors improvement in writing too. (I think my English grades shot up because I spent time writing and reading MCYT a lot back then) like I canāt count how many Harry Potter sized works I have read (Iāve written one too, Iām so shocked still by that)
It was my first and only fandom I have ever participated seriously in. Sure Iāve drawn a character for others here and there, I made a cringe comic for undertale AUs I saw on YouTube, but I had never been active online within a fandom. The QSMP was too much shipping for me, and this and that and blahā¦ it kinda felt forced to make the art on my account currently.
Nothing else ever has matched the dsmp characters, the raw emotions, the dynamics, since then. I need something similar to grapple onto. my lifeās (night) routine has been shaken up as amusing as it sounds. The only reason I stopped reading was cuz in late 2023 I got a partner whose time I honour lol.
Itās kinda crazy that i wouldnāt be the same without the fandom actually. Like those fics really helped me during my pique of suicidal ideation. So much comfort, so much life. The characters born from them are beautiful. They make me feel like Iām wrapped in a blanket by a fire place eating marshmallows. Bruh.
I think this void I feel now is because the fandom developed at such a pivotal moment in my life, of my puberty. Iāve changed so much since 2020.
Who else relates? Who else feels as though theyāve lost something? The fandoms slowing down, especially after everything that the original creators have gone through. Iām growing up and becoming distant from the fandom, distant from a time that was easy. I guess this is what growing up is like??
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An Abbreviated History of Mecha Part 7: The Witching Hour Is Here!
Spoiler Warning: This post contains spoilers for one Brave Bang Bravern. I'd recommend watching at least the first episode of Bravern before continuing.
Welcome to the final installment of An Abbreviated History of Mecha! Last time, we had some technical difficulties due to the Lich screwing things up with its time shenanigans covered what many would consider to be mecha's "Dark Age." Now, we will see how the genre has recovered. It remains to be seen how this decade will go down in history, but so far mecha shows have had a minor bit of a rebound. Though that insipid line of thinking (you've probably heard it at one point: "mecha shows are about the robots, not the characters") is still doing a bit of harm to the general reception of mecha shows, the canon is doing better than before. Not well, like it was in the 90's, but it's not in dire straits.
Victory is never decided by mobile suit performance alone.
Nor by the skill of the pilot, alone.
The result itself is the only proof!
Kyoukai Senki/AMAIM: Warrior At the Borderline (2021)
Kicking off the decade, 2021 would give us a new franchise in the form of the former Xebec, now Sunrise Beyond series AMAIM: Warrior At the Borderline. Sporting smaller robots in a setting similar to Code Geass but Japan was split into three by three world superpowers like it was Post-World War II Germany, AMAIM would be one of the few new mecha shows to come out that would be animated entirely in 2D.
Megaton Musashi (2021)
Developed by Level-5 Studios, Megaton Musashi is a game series that pays homage to the mecha stories of old, particularly that of Getter Robo. The game itself would suffer in terms of marketing, as Level-5 would end up shuttering their US studio in this decade. Which is wild, because this series would also get an anime adaptation that's only started airing this year.
Also, Megaton Musashi has a lot of crossovers with older mecha shows like Getter Robo and Combattler V.
SSSS.Dynazenon (2021) & Gridman Universe (2023)
Returning in 2021 would be Studio Trigger with the follow-up to SSSS.Gridman, SSSS.Dynazenon. Based off of the Dyna Dragon from the original Gridman the Hyper Agent, SSSS.Dynazenon would carry on the energy from its predecessor in terms of energy and heart.
2023 would also see the worlds of SSSS.Gridman and SSSS.Dynazenon collide with the movie finale Gridman Universe, bringing the casts of both shows together for one last hurrah for Trigger's Gridman trilogy.
Back Arrow (2021)
While 2021 was a good year for mecha in general, one show that doesn't get talked about more is Goro Taniguchi's Back Arrow. Set in the walled world of Lingalind, Back Arrow would give us a story where the mecha are powered by a character's convictions.
That's right! Back Arrow is quite possibly the single greatest series in terms of highlighting what piloted giant robots are all about. These stories were never about the giant robot itself; the giant robots were living extensions of the pilots who controlled them. Hence why the breiheights of Back Arrow are based purely on a character's core beliefs.
Getter Robo Arc (2021)
2020 would also see the surprise announcement of an adaptation of the unfortunately unfinished Getter Robo Arc. With the goal of wrapping up the story as best as possible without the guiding hand of series creator Ken Ishikawa, Getter Robo Arc's anime adaptation would finally release in 2021. With this, the Getter Robo saga can finally come to an end.
If you've already watched his video on Getter Robo, Cheese GX also has a follow-up covering Getter Robo Arc specifically.
Mobile Suit Gundam: Hathaway's Flash (2021) & Cucuruz Doan's Island (2022)
And in case you didn't believe me when I said 2021 was a good year for mecha, let me remind you of something: Gundam was featured as part of the 2020 Olympic Games in Tokyo. Gundam would see the creation of the now-disassembled RX-78-2 Gundam in Yokohama as part of the celebration of the games. The RX-0 Gundam Unicorn would also make a cameo in the background during the Olympic Rock Climbing event, as Gundam Front Tokyo was the venue.
Most important of all for us, is that 2021 would see the release of part one of a trilogy of movies based on the Hathaway's Flash novel. And as if that wasn't enough, 2022 would also see the release of a movie based on the infamous episode of the original series known as Cucuruz Doan's Island. And as a reminder: Gundam's not done yet. I haven't even gotten to the other big Gundam series yet. These were just the two major series released for the Universal Century in this decade.
Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury (2022)
Where Gundam made really big news in this decade was with the release of Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch From Mercury. Set in the Ad Stella timeline, G-Witch would bring awareness to the franchise that hadn't really been seen since it's heyday in the 90's. G-Witch would also differentiate itself from the rest of the Gundam series by presenting us with Gundam's first female main protagonist, the very tanuki-coded Suletta Mercury (and that depends, because if we're saying Gundam protagonist, then I'd argue technically War in the Pocket's Christina McKenzie has Suletta beat by a couple decades; this isn't even getting into Ecoile du Ciel). And not only is she the first female protagonist, Suletta is also Gundam's first queer protagonist!
Bullbuster (2023)
If there is any series that I wish I had caught while it was airing last year, it would definitely be Bullbuster. Cut from the same cloth as Patlabor and Dai-Guard, Bullbuster presents to us a construction robot is used to fight... aliens?
LEGO movie, is that you?
Okay, seriously though, I do think Bullbuster got drowned out due to being in a year that also included The Witch From Mercury.
Brave Bang Bravern (2024)
Man, if you thought The Witch From Mecury was gay...
2024 would open with Cygames Studio's Brave Bang Bravern. Directed by Masami Obari (a man who I have somehow failed to mention until now), Bravern would manage to capture the joy of the Brave franchise of old (and really mecha shows on the whole), all while making it very gay.
And I mean it. Bravern is quite possibly the single gayest show to come out in the 2020's. Maybe even of all time.
And that's really a wrap on pretty much everything that's come out, but there is one upcoming series set to come out next month...
Grendizer U (Airs July 2024)
Not seeming to want to be left out, the Mazinger saga would also get a surprise announcement in 2023 with a teaser for Grendizer U. Set to air in 2024, Grendizer U is going to be a reboot of the original UFO Robot Grendizer series, though some changes have been made (namely, Kouji has now brought along both Sayaka and Professor Yumi; more importantly, Kouji will now be piloting Mazinger Z instead of playing a support role like he did in the original Grendizer).
You can bet that I will be covering this series, especially if it's picked up by Crunchyroll this coming summer.
Looking Beyond Grendizer U & 2024: Live-action Gundam, Hathaway Parts 2 & 3, Gunbuster 3, and Patlabor EZY
Going beyond 2024, there are also other series that are set to be released some time in this decade. 2016 saw the release of the Patlabor Reboot promo, which is supposedly a test run for a new Patlabor series: Patlabor EZY. Supposedly set to air sometime in 2026 (at least last I saw), I'm as excited about this as Isao Ohta is about any type of gun that comes across his path.
Studio Gaina (again, not to be confused with the now-closed Gainax) also has plans to release Gunbuster 3, though that will probably be on the shelves for now until Grendizer U wraps up.
And of course, Gundam still has two more parts of the Hathaway movies to work on. There's also a live-action Gundam series that is also in the works at Legendary.
Conclusion
And that's a wrap, folks. Finally, after ten whole posts, I've covered an incomplete history of mecha! Yes that's right! Incomplete! Why did you think it was called abbreviated?
Jokes aside, I thought this would be a relatively simple project. Just cover a handful of mecha shows from the decades since their inception, say a thing or two about them, and move on. It turns out that, even when I cherry-picked the shows to talk about, there were still a lot of them.
Do I regret doing it, though? No. Well, maybe that bit about Valvrave specifically. Outside of that, I think it is important that this series of posts still exist. I tried my best to be as impartial as possible, and hopefully you, dear reader, have caught that. I really don't want this project to turn out to be identical in tone to Professor Otaku's Complete History of Mecha video series. Man literally cannot hide his disdain for shows he doesn't like very well, and I think it does a massive disservice to both his series and himself.
What I want you to take away from this series of posts is: every show I covered on here is someone's favorite. I've seen at least one person go to bat for every series I named here. I've done it for G Gundam and Patlabor, and I plan on doing it for a couple more series on here. The real important thing here is that this post helps in dismissing that wrong-headed claim of "mecha shows are just about the robots and not the characters." Which is a thing I will talk about soon.
But not right now. Now I want to rest. And by rest, I mean throwing my wrist out while playing The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword.
God Groose is such a great character.
#anime and manga#mecha#mobile suit gundam#the witch from mercury#gundam suisei no majo#back arrow#ssss.dynazenon#amaim warrior at the borderline#brave bang bravern#yuki bakuhatsu bang bravern#grendizer u#patlabor#patlabor ezy#ufo robot grendizer#megaton musashi#gridman universe#hathaways flash#getter robo arc#an abbreviated history of mecha
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Just to add to the speculation: Rachel was on Twitter and instagram over the last week being really excited over how she's talking to Webtoon about LO's return date and seemed to be in good spirits, but now that we have confirmation of LO ending and her and Webtoon are now being really quiet about it, I get the impression she was expecting that meeting to be a renewal discussion but instead was greeted by Webtoon asking when she was wrapping things up with no offer of another season. I think WT was considering it since none of the S3 ads mentioned it was the last season, but they must be seeing the internal numbers and with the potential of the TV show not happening and less and less book sales, they must have seen no financial or business reason of renew it. The obfuscation both her and Webtoon are doing right now implies Rachel was blindsided by this IMO.
fucking OOF BRO
That was definitely an angle I hadn't considered, obviously it's still just speculation/tinfoil but from what I've heard about how cagey WT can be about communicating with their creators, it could very well be a possibility. That said, while it would SUCK for Rachel if that was the case, I feel like it's also something she shouldn't have been pressing her luck with for so long. TBH there's a lot of evidence to support the fact that LO has been getting "special treatment" for years now and I think a lot of that was based on the good will of how well the series performed in 2019/2020. When the series started going downhill, WT would have likely been willing to give her benefit of the doubt, but now with things going the way they are where people are clearly DONE with LO and Rachel isn't making any attempts to actually get her shit together, it would make sense if WT is just finally deciding to cut their losses.
Of course that's, again, HEAVY speculation. But I've seen series that weren't controversial or regularly criticized like LO get suddenly dropped without much warning for the creator (see: Yuna & Kawachan). The fact that LO has been going on this downward spiral for so long without any intervention or attempts to improve things just goes to show how much WT was banking on this series to succeed, especially after all of the time and money and advertising they had sunk into it. Even look at the awards that LO won this year, including the Eisner, which isn't an award traditionally won twice, lending credence to the fact that WT is buying her these awards to try and save their golden goose. It's too late to save it. It's barely managing to stay alive on life support.
If anything I hope this is a harsh but necessary lesson to WT to not undercut their other creators and series just to shove all their eggs in one basket. There are so many series on the platform that could be massive hits if WT would just extend them the olive branch and give them the same royal treatment they gave LO for so many years. There's no reason all of their resources need to go into one series, it's not a pie, everyone should be able to get the opportunity to be seen within their library. Otherwise, if for some reason WT can't allocate those resources due to the sheer number of series on the site, then that should be a wake up call to lessen the amount of titles that are being churned out into the Originals catalogue every week. To be fair, the launch weeks have lessened over the past year, they're not quite as overstuffed with launch titles as they used to be, but it's still a lot compared to what it used to be back in the day.
The reality is that LO was released at a time when the site wasn't nearly as oversaturated as it is today so it was created at the right place, right time - if it was released today, it would likely be another buried series with little to no advertising. It was a product of its time and that time is very much long gone.
#lore olympus critical#lo critical#anti lore olympus#antiloreolympus#ask me anything#ama#anon ama#anon ask me anything
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Note to Psych acolytes: Donāt take the messaging on next weekās Blu-ray release literally.
Despite Universal touting its upcoming Psych boxed set ā which includes all eight seasons of the James Roday Rodriguez-Dule Hill farce as well as the three revival pics ā as the franchiseās ācompleteā library, a Peacock source tells TVLine that discussions are continuing to bring Shawn and Gus back for a fourth movie adventure.
Over the summer, Rodriguez told TVLine that āthere are flickers of lightā surrounding a follow-up to 2021ās Psych 3: This Is Gus, revealing that a fourth film was tentatively scheduled to go into production last year.
āThe only reason thatĀ Psych 4Ā didnāt happen last year was scheduling,ā explained Rodriguez, who in addition to his starring role also co-wrote all three movies with Psych creator Steve Franks. āIt was all lined up, and we wouldāve made an announcement, but then we just couldnāt pull it together in time with everybody going off to do [other projects].Ā So, now we just kind of have to regroup, wait for Peacock to decide that they want to pay for it again, and hopefully weāll be good.ā
Rodriguez ā who earlier this year wrapped a five-season, 87-episode run on ABCāsĀ A Million Little ThingsĀ ā also confirmed that the Psych 4 āscript is done. And I think [itās] pretty fun.ā
Psych: The MovieĀ premiered in December 2017 on the seriesā original cable home, USA Network, while Psych 2: Lassie Come HomeĀ (which followed in July 2020) and Psych 3: This Is Gus (which arrived in November 2021) were both Peacock originals.
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More dust settling... I'll talk about Pixar some more, given that this was the year a certain Pete Docter quote caught a loooot of fire...
Mainly, him implying that - ahead of the release of INSIDE OUT 2 - Pixar would back down from making more "autobiographical" films like LUCA, TURNING RED, and ELEMENTAL, and going for more "general appeal" sorts of stories.
I read this as Pixar resigning themselves to the sort-of "genre" that some people think they are. Makers of "what-if" movies, "what if [x thing] were alive?" "What if this thing you've heard of was actually like some world/factory/city?" And restraining the filmmakers from telling stories that meant a lot to them.
And yet... The recently-announced HOPPERS, directed by WE BEAR BEARS creator Daniel Chong, seems to contradicts those statements. Now you may be saying, "Obviously HOPPERS began development years ago, so it would be one of their last films in that vein." I know that. I know how these things work. It was in development as far back as 2020, when Chong returned to Pixar.
That being said, significant revisions could've been made thereafter, prior to the rollout at this year's D23.
But, from the looks of it, HOPPERS - which will be the studio's 30th feature, by the way - will follow in the footsteps of LUCA, TURNING RED, and ELEMENTAL. Stylistically, it's a lot different from the usual Pixar look. Apparently Lindsay Olivares, who was production/character designer on THE MITCHELLS VS. THE MACHINES at Sony, is all over this one. It looks very wacky and zoogy and cartoony, much more TURNING RED than TOY STORY and FINDING NEMO.
And the premise isn't "what if [x thing] were alive?" Maybe the beaver habitat will have some of that "it's like a city/factory" thing going on, but the main premise is rather out there. Basically AVATAR with beavers, a girl puts a part of her brain into a robo-beaver in order to be among them and ultimately save them from a threat. Chong will probably execute this in a way that's different and very cool.
Then you have ELIO, which had a dramatic director change, but thankfully a release date delay because of it. More time to shape things, and not rush it out under immense pressure. Domee Shi already has BAO and TURNING RED to her name, while Madeline Sharafian has BURROW. It's also worth noting that Adrian Molina, the film's original director, is still at Pixar and is already at work on another film. Sometimes, directors kicked off of their movies during John Lasseter's reign just straight up left the studio. Jan Pinkava, Brad Lewis, Brenda Chapman, to name a few. The latter had WORDS. Molina's still at Pixar, has a new project in the works, and seems to want to stay. It must've been an amicable split.
They both got this, and in the recent interview Pete Docter did for The Wrap, it seemed like they really wanted the movie going forward to emphasize the feeling of being a kid in a big, often scary and intimidating world. Albeit against the backdrop of a cosmic adventure. What he was talking about there was far removed from the corporate-speak talk in the other articles, which were quite cynical to be honest. The Bloomberg one in particular from a few months back, which whined about Pixar's more original movies and posited that SEQUELS would restore their magic... Hunk o' logic right there!
VFX veteran Todd Vaziri put it best, on twitter.
everything about that bloomberg pixar piece is tras it's pro-"content", pro-commerce, anti-art
Couldn't have said it better myself... So, yeah, different Docter when Iger's gun isn't to his head, or the trades having him answer questions specifically.
Weirdly, INSIDE OUT 2... A sequel, and possibly on track to become the highest-grossing animated movie ever, was more creative to me than most of what came out of Disney - across all their film divisions - over the past couple of years. It could've just been a blah rehash of INSIDE OUT, but there were plenty of clever things here, and all the mixed media characters like Bloofy and Lance. Good stuff. It did not, however, restore Pixar's magic in my eyes. Maybe at the box office, but... I still feel TURNING RED is my favorite film to have gotten out of that studio in years, and I really dug SOUL and LUCA, and had great fun with LIGHTYEAR and ELEMENTAL. So yeah, none of that.
Pixar seems fine, really. They continue to do cool stuff, it seems Docter and crew understand that's the way. It's WDAS who I feel are struggling, but I digress. D23 reminded me that they've got some neat stuff coming.
Surely, the sequel announcements make it seem like that's the future... But really, if it were, the announcement of an INCREDIBLES 3 would've been followed by FINDING Somebody, CARS 4, WALL-E 2, ONWARD 2, etc.
In reality, I think INCREDIBLES 3 is a long way off. Brad Bird "developing" it tells me the film is in its Jack-Jack stages. TOY STORY 5 has had a concrete release date for some time and is full steam ahead, INCREDIBLES 3 is different. I'm sure there will be another original between the 2026 release of TOY STORY 5 and whenever INCREDIBLES 3 comes out, granted that it's not the studio's June 2027 picture. Which I kinda doubt it is, but we'll see.
Let's look at both decades...
The 2010s had seven sequels vs. only four originals.
This decade so far and including the announced upcoming films: Four sequels vs. seven originals. Subject to change, a few more originals and maybe one more sequel can sneak in there. But yeah, night and day difference. Pixar doing two pictures every other year allows them to get more originals out. I'm thinking they'll do a spring and summer 2028 thing like they did in 2022 and hope to do in 2026. (They had also planned that for 2020 and this year.) If so, I can imagine spring going to either Domee Shi's next or that project Adrian Molina is now working on, and summer going to INCREDIBLES 3. Meaning an original for summer 2027. KITBULL director Rosana Sullivan's movie, maybe?
I find it ever curious and frustrating that social media blew up over TOY STORY 5 and INCREDIBLES 3, but there was relative crickets on ELIO and HOPPERS... Complaining drives engagement, as does "TOY STORY" and "INCREDIBLES". Household names. ELIO, what's that? HOPPERS? I dunno. So, yeah.
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