#daniel you cute space monkey

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One of the cutest pictures of Daniel <3

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knock knock who's there it's me 🥺🥺🥺 politely asking for an update on de-aged max?

WHO'S THERE, oh yes, more de-aged Max.

(this link shows the stuff I’ve already posted in chronological order if the tag isn't working. But anyway, this bit follows directly on from this part.)

The package with the new nightlights in arrives after lunch, and Max pads silently around Daniel's apartment after him, watching him set them up. The Jimmy or Sassy cats come too, of course, winding their troublesome selves around Daniel's feet and the trailing wires. They are an accident waiting to happen, so Daniel tries to make Max giggle by doing a silly dance to step around the cats, but Max is quiet today, like Daniel's little shadow, and just hooks his little fingers through Daniel's belt loop.

There's a cat shaped light for the hall outside their bedrooms, and Daniel has to position it on a little stool because there's not a useful surface near the plug. It has a selection of settings, from a changing wave of colours to single colours at various brightnesses. Max carefully touches the cat's head, in between its ears, to get it to change colours, before settling on a soft blue glow. The one for the bathroom is shaped like an otter, and Daniel has to move some of their shit out of the way to find space for it on the counter. There's a new package of Pokemon-themed face cloths and towels and a matching toothbrush that he hasn't sprung on Max yet because he's waiting for bath time, a routine Max still does not approve of and Daniel hasn't figured out how to make fun yet. Max could go back to being big at any moment, but until he wakes up his normal size again, Daniel is committed to ensuring that Max is clean and fed and safe and warm for the duration, even if Max seems to believe that baths are a very bad thing indeed, and bath time in general is exhausting for them both.

Even given that Max does not approve of bath time, and he keeps wetting the bed and Daniel hasn't slept through the night since that brave little knock on his door last week, getting to spend all of this time with Max like this is great. He wouldn't change it for anything. He's sort of dreading the moment it all comes to an end and Max wakes up normal-aged again, if he's honest.

It doesn't make it any better, however, when it all goes wrong when Daniel tries to set up the night light he'd got for Max's bedroom.

"No," Max says, little arms folded, bottom lip jutting out, cheeks red.

"No?" Daniel asks, after he's tried to put the animal themed night light on the drawers by the bed more than once, and Max has pushed it away.

"No," Max says again, stamping his foot.

"Don't you like it?"

"I'm not scared," Max says. "Take it away."

Daniel hadn't been entirely certain if Max was afraid of the dark before he'd ordered the nightlights. It was another weapon in the online parenting websites' arsenal of tools to combat bedwetting, something he thought he might try, but one look at Max's bright, scared eyes as he mutinously maintains he doesn't need it, and Daniel is convinced he's terrified.

Which is— well.

"Okay," Daniel says. "That's okay, Maxy-Max. Can I tell you a secret?"

Max still looks mutinous. He hasn't unfolded his arms, his little bottom lip sticking out. He's frowning. It would be cute if Daniel wasn't secretly so worried.

"I'm scared of the dark," Daniel says in a whisper. "But I didn't want anyone to know, so I never had a light. But if you don't need this one, then maybe I can have it in my room, so I won't be scared any more. Do you think that might be okay?"

Max's expression does something complicated. His eyes have gone very wide. He's looking up at Daniel like he's one of those monkeys with the huge eyes. "You are not scared of the dark, Daniel," he says, after a moment of staring, unblinking, up at Daniel like a very worried little alien.

"I am," Daniel says. He lets that settle for a bit. Max looks worried, but he's also thinking. Daniel's learned to recognise that thinking face.

"But you're a grown up," Max whispers. He twists his fingers into Daniel's t-shirt, just above the waist, like he can keep hold of Daniel if Daniel tried to leave him behind. Daniel's not leaving him anywhere.

"Grown ups can be scared of things," Daniel says, in as gentle a voice as he can manage. "Big Daniels are scared of lots of things." Max looks amazed, and more than a little bit worried, which Daniel does not like. "I told you I was scared of the dark," Daniel says. "I don't like it in the middle of the night when I wake up and it's all dark. I don't like it when you go swimming in the sea and there are fish and they swim up to you. Sharks are scary too." He does a pretend full body shiver, to make Max laugh, but Max isn't laughing. He sits down on Max's bed, and pats the mattress next to him. Max obediently clambers up next to him, tucking himself into Daniel's side. "And can I tell you another secret?"

Max nods uncertainly. His fingers are pulling on Daniel's t-shirt, holding on tight.

"Charmander scares me," Daniel tells him, "because his tail's on fire."

Max's eyes go even wider. He blinks up at Daniel, then buries his face in Daniel's t-shirt, mumbling something that Daniel can't make out.

"What did you say, Maxy-Max?"

"You'll get in trouble," Max whispers, without unhiding himself from Daniel's shirt.

Oh, Daniel thinks, and does not cry. Instead, he wraps an arm around Max's shoulders. "It's okay to be scared of things," he says, without much hope that Max is able to listen and understand. "Nobody gets in trouble here for being scared of things. Everyone is scared of something."

Max shakes his head, face still buried in Daniel's side.

"Do you think you can help me set up my new nightlight in my bedroom?" Daniel says. "That way, tonight I won't have to be scared any more. And I was thinking that we could put the light on in the bathroom, and the one in the hall, and I'll keep my bedroom door open too, and then it'll be light if I wake up in the middle of the night. Is that okay, Max?"

Max tucks his hand into Daniel's, but won't let go of him.

"Do you want to sit here for a bit? We could look at your flag book for a bit, if you'd like. Have a cuddle."

Max shifts a little, face tucked into Daniel's side. "I know about your flags," he says, because they've been reading about Australia, and about Italy.

"You do," Daniel agrees, reaching for the flag book on the drawers by Max's bed. "Do you want to pick a page?"

Max flicks through his book for a while, before coming back to Daniel with the book open to the chapter on South America. If there's ever a point where Daniel is racing again, and there's a geography Grill the Grid, he's going to smash it. Race Max to the winning place. But not yet. Not just yet. Daniel leans down and kisses the top of Max's head.

Max looks up at him with a worried little smile.

"Do you know who my favourite little boy is?" Daniel asks.

Max's brow furrows. He shakes his head.

Daniel leans in and blows a little raspberry into Max's ear so that he giggles and squeezes Daniel's hand. "You, Maxy-Max. You're my favourite."

Max is quiet today. That's okay. His hand's tucked into Daniel's. One of the Jimmy or Sassy cats comes and sits on the other side of him, and Max strokes their little fluffy head. Daniel reads him the flag facts about Brazil, about Argentina, about Uruguay. Later, he can set up the nightlight in his bedroom, on the drawers by the door so it'll light up the hallway. He'll leave all the doors open so that the light will bleed into Max's room, and hopefully it'll help. Hopefully he'll let Daniel buy him his own nightlight. Maybe one day soon he can say that he's scared and not worry about getting into trouble for it.

Until then: this. He's okay.

Thank you to @flawlessassholes for reading this over! And the other lovely people who listen to me go on and on about small Max.

[toraashi]

Haikyuu Boys as Songs From My “Songs I’ve Cried To At 3am” Playlist

A/N: Hello all! No, I did not need to make this, but I hope you enjoy it because I did spend a lot of time on it 😂. This playlist is literally all over the place, so hopefully this is entertaining lmao

[ All of the songs have YouTube links on them if you want to hear them! They’re all amazing songs! ]

Spotify link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6jdHk3a83shoAGgG7mPw21?si=x77gHbPwQ1eja-ehrljOLw

Karasuno:

Hinata: Sofia by Clairo. It’s actually kind of a happy song and Hinata is a ray of sunshine. I cried to it purely because of the line “I think we could do it if we tried.” LIKE I WAS SOBBING

Kageyama: Bravado by Lorde. I cried to this when I was a kid and I’ve assigned it to him because of it’s like about her rising above her shortcomings to embrace her career/fame and Kageyama basically did that when he chilled out from the king of the court thing

Suga: Epiphany by BTS because he learned to let go of his envy of Kageyama and be happy for his team and himself even though he wasn’t on the starting line-up

Daichi: Not About Angels by Birdy and Next To You from Parasyte cuz that’s the part where the girl dies. Rest in Peace Daichi 😔💔🪦 some angels leave us too soon

Tsukki: Car Radio by Twenty One Pilots. Idk he just screams TOP to me

Yamaguchi: Literally this OST from Mulan where she cuts all her hair off. Also Bravado by Lorde and Epiphany by BTS because he radiates all of those “overcoming my weaknesses and mental barriers to become my best self” vibes

Nishinoya: Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez because of the scene of him biking as a kid he used to be scared of everything and now he’s not and I just love my baby boi

Tanaka: If You’re Not The One by Daniel Bedingfield because he would sing that to Kiyoko TELL ME HE WOULDN’T YOU CANNOT BECAUSE HE WOULD BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER ugly cries

Seijoh:

Oikawa: Girl From Mars by Cosmic Child because space AND BECAUSE IT’S LITERALLY ABOUT SOMEONE WHO HIDES THEIR SADNESS AND THAT’S OIKAWA HE’S DEPRESSED. That’s self-explanatory. And the Most Beautiful Moment In Life by BTS because it’s literally about Suga putting his all into basketball and neglecting his life to the point that he’s scared of it and I just feel like that’s Oikawa

Iwaizumi: Heart by Heart by Demi Lovato because I feel like he’d just be the best sweetest boyfriend and like the romance would just be so passionate and I- that’s all I love Iwa

Nekoma:

Kuroo: Mind over Matter by Young the Giant and Hometown Glory by Adele. Kuroo gives me intense “cute neighbor boy you’ve had a crush on forever” vibes. Mind Over Matter never fails to make me sob

Kenma: SUBWOOFER LULLABY LMAOOO and This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory because I want to be lonely with Kenma

Lev: Class of 2013 by Mitski because Lev is def the bby of the family and 100% needed to be kicked out of the house

Yaku: Like or Like Like by Minature Tigers cuz it’s happy and I just can’t imagine Yaku as anything but happy or maybe frustrated tbh. I’m not sure why I cried to this song but I definitely did.

Fukurodani:

Bokuto: Always Forever by Cults. I want to be with Bokuto always forever and it’s just so sweet and pure and that’s Kou for you and I just love him and this song makes me feel so much. And One of One by Duendita because that’s how he’d make his s/o feel. I’m not wrong.

Akaashi: GOLD RUSH BY TAYLOR SWIFT. WHY? Because Akaashi is absolutely stunning and that’s what the song talks about. ALSO THIS OST FROM HXH BECAUSE IT’S THE PART WHERE KILLUA IS LIKE “GON YOU ARE LIGHT” AND THAT’S LITERALLY HOW AKAASHI FEELS ABOUT BOKUTO TELL ME I’M WRONG YOU CAN’T. Also Everything I Wanted by Billie Eilish because he would. HE WOULD. No.1 Reliable boi Kaashi

Shiratorizawa:

Ushijima: Ghostin by Ariana Grande because I want to ghost him. Not really but like the only pity I ever had for him was when his parents bullied him for being left-handed like wtf was that

Tendo: …yeah I cried to Unravel from Tokyo Ghoul at 3am, but listen I’m giving it to Tendo because he did not deserve to be called a monster like he is literally an angel and I’m glad he embraced it but like TF HE WAS A CHILD.

Semi: 505 by Arctic Monkeys. Semi the actual celebrity. He writes music like this. Semi deadass would write this song. Semi is a sex icon as an adult for sure. He deserves this song

Inarizaki:

Kita: New Year’s Day by Taylor Swift. Kita is the one to enjoy the domestic moments in life after the party with. He’d stay and help you pick up the party, HE’S LITERALLY PERFECT OKAY?? And Wait by M83. It just gives me Kita vibes.

Aran: The Night by Lovewave. It’s so calm like my boy Aran is and like just imagine walking home late at night with him and then like parting ways forever. It just screams Aran.

Osamu: SATISFIED FROM HAMILTON. Yeah, I cried to this because I have a little sister. And Osamu gives me intense “I sacrifice a lot for my impulsive sibling and they don’t see it” vibes 

Atsumu: NUMBER 1 PARTY ANTHEM by Artic Monkeys. This song literally just screams Atsumu. I can’t explain it. Sexy, heartbroken Atsumu trying to hit up a girl at the bar as a distraction just to find out she’s taken just immediately reminds me of Atsumu. Also Boyish by Japanese Breakfast cuz I wrote a fic about it. 

Suna: Quit by Cashmere Cat and Ariana Grande. Idk. It just makes me think of him. Maybe it’s because it talks about the person she’s leaving like a drug and Suna gives me intense stoner vibes.

Other:

Sakusa: Clean by Taylor Swift 🤷🏻‍♀️

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Mr. Evans II- Chris Evans AU Chapter Four

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, heartbreak, angst, a little bit of infidelity (it doesn’t get that far but if this triggering to you, kindly don’t read.) A little bit of Jealousy. 

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind, this is for entertainment purposes only.

Word Count: 2,552 words

Read Chapter Three here!!

A/n: Sry for the delay, guys!! There are some things going on in my school that I’ll post about later. Happy reading : )

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(Gif isn’t mine!! I don’t even- how can one human being be so fucking beautiful? I’m-)

The car ride to the mall was rigid. 

You spent it looking out the window, earbuds secured on, music loud. You started fiddling with your fingers and trying your damn hardest to block out Cassidy leaning over every two seconds to kiss Chris. 

It was Cassidy’s car and the smell of perfume was almost overwhelming. She was obnoxiously neat, not a single crumb in between the cushions of her leather seats. 

Sighing, you turn the volume up. I Wanna Be Yours by the Arctic Monkeys thrums strongly in your ears and you try to let Alex Turner’s voice distract you from the secret smiles Chris and Cassidy share every five seconds. 

You press your forehead against the cold car window, lips pursing. 

You didn’t think this would be so hard to bear through. You knew you weren’t entirely over him, but you hadn’t expected it to hurt this much to see him with another woman. 

Such bullshit. 

You just wish you could-

Ring. 

Ring. 

Ring. 

You've abruptly tugged away from your thoughts as your phone rings loudly from your short pocket.

Quickly glancing up, you notice Cassidy is looking at you and Chris’ eyes peer at you from the rearview mirror.  

“Sorry.” You look away, tugging your phone out, unplugging your earbuds, and answering without looking at who was calling you.

“Hello?”

“Babe?” 

You freeze, biting your lips hard. “Daniel?” 

You practically feel when Chris’ gaze snaps towards you and you only bite your lip harder. 

“Babe!” You hold back the urge to cringe at how loud he is. 

“Hey baby,” you mumble back softly, happy to hear his voice despite everything. 

 “How are you? How’s dad? How’s everything?” His questions bombard you, one after the other.

You can’t help but snort. “Dad?”

“Yeah...I can call him that right?” You can almost see him shrugging shyly in that Daniel manner. 

You ponder on it for a while, accidentally catching Chris’ eye. You don’t know why, but you hold his gaze as you answer your boyfriend. 

“Yeah sure. He’ll be your dad too, soon enough.” 

Oh, God. As soon as you say it, you regret it. Chris clenches his jaw and looks away instantly. You keep looking at him though, trying to decipher what that meant. 

“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?” He replies cheekily. 

You laugh, jesting back. “I don’t know. Am I?” 

“God, I hope you are,” he breathes. 

You can’t help it when you blush. “Really?”

He sighs. “Hey I know we’ve had our rough patches, but I love you Y/n. So much.”

You know he’s referring to your fight and because you just know him so well you also know that this is his way of apologizing to you. 

You smile softly. “And I love you.”

He laughs lightly, relieved. “Good.”

“Also, everything’s fine. I’m actually headed to buy a dress for the wedding right now.” 

He clicks his tongue. “I wish I could be there to see you.”

You smirk to yourself. “Do you, now?”

You don’t notice when you near the mall, too lost in your conversation with Daniel and how utterly satisfying Chris’ squirming was. 

“Yes I do,” his voice turns sultry. “Red looks so fucking good on you.” 

You giggle at his throaty groan. “Red it is then.”

He groans harder. “Jesus, Y/n.” 

You laugh even more. “Don’t worry babe I’ll send you pic-”

“We’re here.” Chris’ voice roughly cuts through your phonecall. You look up at him. 

He looks utterly irritated as he taps his foot impatiently, jaw ticking as his eyes sear through you. 

“Cassidy’s already inside,” he mumbles roughly, clearly holding back the urge to growl.

“Hey baby,” you talk into the phone, never breaking eye contact with Chris. “I’ve gotta go. Call you tonight.”

He exhales sharply. “Send me pictures.”

You know Chris heard when his jaw clenches impossibly more and his nostrils flare. Another surge of satisfaction rushes through you and you bite your lip- like you can’t help but do so. 

“I’ll facetime you while I’m in bed. Love you.”

And then you crawl out of the car, brushing past a very annoyed Chris. 

Oh. This was gonna be fun. 

*

“Holy crap, this is so gorgeous, right babe?!” Cassidy holds up a long green dress for him to see. It was strapless and backless with intricate sequin work in the front. 

A bit too much for you, but probably gorgeous on Cassidy who you were sure could pull a sack of potatoes off.

He hums distractedly from behind you. “Mhm, it’s nice.”

You’d decided to go into town to the only mall for hours and Cassidy had suggested you go into a cute little boutique that dealt mostly with party dresses.

You flick through the dresses, not seeing anything eye-catching whatsoever. There were some red dresses but they were either too big or too simple. 

“I’m gonna go try it on,” she squeals, seemingly unaware of her boyfriend’s disinterest in her dress as she heads into a dressing room in the far end of the boutique. 

You move on down, brow furrowed as you look deeper into the racks.

Almost twenty minutes pass and you still haven’t found anything. You’re about to throw the towel when-

“Try this one,” his voice is deep as he holds a blood-red dress in front of you. What the hell?

You peer up at him, shocked. “Where’d you find it?”

“Just try it on,” he murmurs, firmly pushing it into your arms. You blink at him once before nodding slowly, making your way to the dressing room nearest to you. 

Reluctantly, you peel your clothes off and tug on the red dress. Resolving not to think about what any of that meant, you pull the zipper up as far as you can. 

“Shit,” you curse loudly, bending your elbow further. 

“What happened?” he calls from outside the dressing room. 

You frown. “I can’t zip up the dress. Could you maybe get an employee to- what the shit?” you screech as he suddenly pulls the door open and steps into the tiny dressing room with you, closing it behind him.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You hiss lowly, your heart already starting to race. 

He sighs, gaze meeting yours in the mirror. A tingle travels through your spine and you swallow thickly. 

“I’m zipping your dress, sweetheart,” he replies as if it’s obvious, hands already reaching out for you. 

“What? No!” You shriek incredulously, spinning around and backing away from his touch. 

He purses his lips, his demeanor all too calm. “It’s not a big deal. Really.” 

You scoff, face growing red with vexation. “Your girlfriend is only a few feet away. You can’t just come in here after we almost-”

“After we almost what?” He cuts you off briskly, stepping closer in the already-cramped dressing room. He tilts his head to the side- mocking you in a cynical way, you think. 

Your breath immediately hitches at his sudden shift in demeanor and you bite your lip lightly, watching him cautiously.

He continues, pretty blue eyes suddenly ablaze. “After we almost kissed yesterday? Is that it?”

Your face grows impossibly warmer and you don’t know if you’re pissed or embarrassed or both because he knew exactly what you meant and because the memory of that moment was almost too much to bear.

“Don’t. Don’t go there, Chris,” you warn almost too quietly to be anything other than a breathless beseech. 

He doesn’t seem to care though, and you honestly can tell if you hate or love it as he steps even closer to you, crowding you against the mirror. His gaze flickers to your lips and you can feel your stomach clench in sinful anticipation. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You’re powerless to him and he knows it, dammit. 

You look at him with desperation and he hopes he knows it’s the kind of desperation which is begging him not to do something both of you would lament later on. Something you’d feel guilty for but absolutely wouldn’t refuse because even as you beg him with your eyes not to kiss you, you ache for nothing more than to feel the warmth of his soft mouth on yours and the inquisitive yet desperate touch of his hands on your skin once again. 

 You need to stop this. Right now. Even if you don’t want to. Even if you can’t--you’ll have to be able to because neither of your partners deserved this. 

You’re stronger than this, Y/n, you think, readying a million things to say to him right now in your mind. 

A firm ‘stop’ or even ‘leave right now’ would be enough. A fire builds deep in your belly as you open your mouth to stop his arrogant ass right this instant. But a split-second before you’re about to speak, you make the grave mistake of looking into his eyes...and your resolve immediately dissolves. 

He looks so lost. So confused and vulnerable and conflicted. Like he doesn’t know what to do with all these emotions and your heart clenches in that way that you hated because you knew what it meant. It meant that your brain was losing all rationale and becoming a jumbled mess and you wouldn’t be in control anymore.

Your mouth snaps shut as he speaks, voice quiet. “I would’ve kissed you.”

At his shocking confession, you swallow audibly, your stupid pathetic foolish heart fluttering. 

“I would’ve kissed you”. So simple yet so effective in making you a puddle of emotions and conflict.

“I would’ve kissed you too,” you mutter to your insides, not having the courage to utter it out loud.

You shake your head, knowing you’re about to lie but needing to put some space between you and this situation. It was too much. “But I wouldn’t have kissed you back.”

A flicker of hurt flashes on his face before he instantly smirks, all traces of emotional vulnerability masterfully masked with sarcastic arrogance.  

He looks you directly in the eyes, face tilting just the tiniest bit so that it looked like he was gonna kiss you.  

Your heart immediately speeds up and your hands get sweaty as you tried not to think about how fucking addictive his kisses were and how much you missed them.

He peers up at you through his eyelashes with the damn sexiest look anyone’s ever given you and you swear to God if you don’t get him out right now you would give in and fuck him right here right now. 

“Really Y/n? Because I think,” as he continues speaking, his hand casually rises, the pads of his fingers barely brushing over your cheekbone as he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. 

You try to fight it off, you really do, but despite your every mental command, you instinctively tremble and lean into his hand, lips parting the slightest bit as your heart clenches with the sweetest pain. 

You wanted more of him. God, it hurt just how much you wanted all of him all the fucking time.

His dumb, arrogant smirk widens instantly with satisfaction and you grow angry. More with yourself than with him, truthfully. “...that if I hadn’t stopped, you  would’ve given yourself to me right there on that kitchen counter, sweeheart.” 

You freeze at his words, your distress very quickly morphing into anger. As your entire body flushed with humiliation, you fisted your hands, clenching them so hard your nails bit into the skin of your palms. 

Just who the hell did he think he was, saying shit like that? 

You cared not for the sharp fleeting pain as you glared up at him. “Shut up.”

“No,” he instantly responds, face suddenly turning serious. “I won’t shut up. You felt it too, you can’t deny it. What we’ve always felt-- it came back but stronger this time, right?” He looks into your eyes for confirmation even though you both knew that he didn’t need it.

You grow more and more anxious as he speaks because the accuracy is scary and because you hate yourself for it being that way.

“I felt nothing.” You look away, shrugging him off. 

He clenches his jaw. “So what? You’re just going to ignore this?”

You huff, looking up at him again. “There is nothing to ignore.”

He laughs out a scoff. “Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, sweetheart.”

You force your face to harden, stone-cold even though you felt like dying on the inside. “Let me make this very clear so that there are no future mishaps; there is nothing here, Chris.” You step up to him, pressing yourself to him challengingly. “And there never will be, so just stop and go back to your girlfriend.”

He doesn’t even flinch and his eyes make you feel so infuriatingly naked. He smiles dryly. 

“See, the thing is, the more you say that the less I believe you.”

Yeah, and the more he talks the more you feel like slapping him. And even as you refrain from doing so, the want to inflict pain on him grows and grows.

You wanted him to hurt. You wanted him to be in so much pain you-

You smile with sickly sweetness, tilting your head sideways. “See, the thing is, that I don’t really give a shit.” You need to put space between you desperately, so you step back a bit pressing against the cool mirror again.

“Leave, Chris. We’re not doing this,” you grit out through clenched teeth, barely restraining yourself from slapping him silly.

His jaw muscles tense and tick as you stare eachother down for a few more seconds, neither willing to back down. 

He finally yields, stiff expression melting into a nonchalant grin as he takes a few steps back. 

“You can lie to everyone else and yourself all you want miss Y/l/n, but at the end of the day, we both know we’re an inevitable disaster. We always have been and we always will be.”

He pauses just before leaving, glancing at you over his shoulder. “And uh- by the way, that dress? It’s the one.”

And then he walks out, leaving you a breathless, emotionally conflicted mess. 

*

You insist on walking home after the dresses are paid for. Cassidy ends up going for a different dress which looks, of course, frustratingly beautiful on her. 

“Are you sure?” she mumbles, gripping Chris’ hand. You avoid each other's gazes as much as possible.

You smile a bit sadly. “Pretty sure, but thanks for today.”

Not waiting for a response, you walk away.

*

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him, you chanted over and over again in your head. I hate him so fucking much.

You throw your bags onto the bed, unable to hold back a frustrated scream from escaping you. 

Thank god no one is home because if they heard the commotion in your room, they’d be asking too many questions.

How dare he? How dare he go into that dressing room and say stuff like that? That you were inevitable? That there was nothing either of you could do to stop this from happening? With exactly what right did he go in there and make you feel so fucking powerless?  

You know what? Fuck him. Fuck him and Cassidy and their pathetic little relationship. 

You weren’t that dumb, weak, pathetic little girl you used to be and he had no control over you. 

For some reason, you think saying it to yourself will somehow make it true. 

Feeling yourself flush with determination, you change into more comfortable clothes-- Daniel’s the 1975 t-shirt which fit you a bit tighter than Mr. Evans’ but was still a little too big on you and a pair of fuzzy socks. You pull your hair into a messy bun, uncaring of anything but this insatiable want to let off some steam steadily building inside you. 

You head downstairs and turn on the radio, grabbing a bottle of liquor from your father’s cabinet. 

You smirk to yourself as you open the bottle and take a swig. 

Just like good ol’ times.

Read Chapter Five Here!!

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[sheerfreesia007]

Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 8)

Title: Fallin’ All In You (Pt. 8)

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x Reader

Author: @sheerfreesia007​​

Words: 2,830

Tags: @cosmo-bear​, @two-unbeatable-beaters​

Author Notes: I loved writing this one. I kinda had a rough draft written down of how I wanted it to go but this had a mind of it’s own and decided to throw my rough draft out and make it’s own way. I hope you enjoy!

Gif by: @bubble-tea-bunny​

           The invitation is taunting you silently as it lies on your desk on top of the pile of paperwork that you have to go through. You’ve heard the whispers throughout the halls all day today about it. Huffing softly you roll your eyes and reach for the envelope with the looping script of your name on the front. Just as you pull it close to you to open it you hear your cellphone ding with a text message. Momentarily distracted you reach for your cellphone and smile at the text notification from Jack.

           Did you get your invitation?

           Yes haven’t it opened it yet tho.

           Why not?

           Not sure if I wanna bother. Don’t have anything to wear and I hate shopping.

           Darlin’ you could wear a brown sack and I’d still think you were gorgeous.

           I’m sure the others wouldn’t appreciate that Jack.

           You huff at Jack’s texts and turn back to the invitation. You hadn’t been lying to him; you really didn’t have anything to wear. At least not something that would be appropriate for a Statesman gala. Statesman held an annual gala for all of its agents to sort of let loose and mingle among each other. Not to mention most of the employees of Statesman liked to dress up. You weren’t one of them and you had thought Jack wasn’t either but you might have been wrong.

           You’re right they might not appreciate it. Plus I’d probably get too jealous of them staring at you.

           You laughed softly as you read his text message rolling your eyes.

           Smooth Jack, real smooth.

           Well if it makes you feel any better I’d love to see you all dressed up. I’d dress up in a monkey suit just for ya darlin’. ;)

           Laughing loudly you shook your head, looks like you hadn’t been wrong about him. You pulled the invitation out of the envelope and your eyes darted over the flowing script advising of where the gala was being held and the date and time of it. This year it was being held at Champagne’s country club and you knew that it was prestigious space that just screamed of esteemed notability. So ball gown fancy. Sighing softly you ran a hand over your face; you knew Jack wanted to attend the gala with you. If his words meant anything he was hoping to see you in a gown. Something that you didn’t normally wear, hell you didn’t even wear dresses around him. It just wasn’t your style. Other than your work suits, you were more worn blue jeans and tank tops comfy than anything else. On occasion you’d wear shorts or capris and t-shirts but mostly it was blue jeans and tanks. Maybe just this once you could wear a pretty dress to knock Jack on his cute ass. You smirked softly to yourself as you swept up your phone and shooting off a text.

           What’s in it for me?

           Whatever you want and it’s yours darlin’.

           You stared at your phone for a long moment. Oh that was dangerous to dangle in front of you. You had been hounding Jack for weeks to train you on his whips, the electro and regular one, but he had been dodging you left and right and you were getting frustrated with him. You wanted to learn so that you were more well-rounded with weapons and didn’t solely rely on just your desert eagle firearms or the knives that you knew how to wield. You grinned softly, you knew Jack was thinking on the more romantic side by dangling that promise but this was perfect for you.

           Fine I’ll get all dressed up and meet you there. In return you’re going to teach me your whips.

           Your phone lay silent for a few minutes and you grew worried that you had over stepped, but then suddenly your desk phone was ringing. You looked over to the caller I.D. and smiled softly recognizing Jack’s New York number.

           “Don’t think you can talk your way out of this Jack.” You teased confidently as you picked up the phone. You leaned back in your seat and twirled the cord of the phone around your finger absent mindedly.

           “I wouldn’t think of it darlin’.” Jack drawled softly over the line. “I was calling to ask if you really didn’t have anything to wear to this thing.” He said curiously.

           “Well yeah, Jack. The last time I got this dressed up for a party was probably my prom.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

           “Shit.” He whispered softly and you laughed loudly.

           “Yeah Jack.” You agreed amused. “But I’ll suffer through shopping just for you.” You teased amicably.

           “You mean you’ll suffer through it just so I’ll have to train ya.” He teased back and you could just picture the wide grin on his face. You hummed happily at him and heard his deep laughter drift over the phone line. “You’re nothing if not persistent.”

           “Yup.” you remarked pensively as your mind instantly began thinking of what stores you should check for a dress that would be appropriate. You had two weeks to find a dress that looked good on you to make Jack’s jaw drop. You were confident that you could get it done.

           “Will you let me know what color your dress is?” he asked catching your attention. You frowned softly in confusion.

           “Why?” you asked bewildered. You heard Jack’s deep laughter fill your ear and you felt your cheeks heat in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t laughing at you to be cruel but he was still laughing at you.

           “So I can match you darlin’. Want everyone to know who I’m there with.” He said affectionately. You blushed even deeper as you realized that he was going to actively mark himself as your date. And though it wasn’t really a secret that you and Jack were seeing each other it was just something that was never brought up in conversation. “Unless you don’t want me to.” Came Jack’s unsure tone.

           “No, no. I’d love it if you matched your tie to my dress.” You said lovingly and felt your chest fill with warmth. He was willing to make a statement and you were going to stand proudly next to him.

           “Well then, you let me know what color I have to get.” He teased in a low gravel and you felt your stomach do a flip. This man was so dangerous for you. “Hell, even a sneak peek would be appreciated.” Jack flirted shamelessly and you huffed out a breathy laugh.

           “Nope.” You responded quickly popping the ‘p’. Jack groaned softly at your words and you laughed again. “You’ll just have to wait and see me at the gala, charming.”

           “Not even a little sneak peek?” he groaned into your ear. “It’d help me get through the next two weeks without you darlin’.” He crooned over the line and you felt your stomach tighten even more at his tone. You wished he was here with you now, your mind instantly wondered what it would be like going shopping with Jack. At the thought your cheeks flushed deeply again and you let out a soft breath.

           “Consider the anticipation foreplay.” You breathed out over the line and suddenly Jack let out a moan that gripped your body and squeezed out your breath.

           “Darlin’.” He exhaled out breathily. “You are going to be the death of me.” He warned in a sensual tone.

           “Likewise Jack.” You sassed back to him and he let out a husky laugh.

           “Hmm I bet darlin’, I just bet. What are you doing right now?” he asked sounding aroused.

           “Good bye Jack, love you! I’ll let you know my color!” You said quickly and hung up the phone. You were not prepared for that road that he was trying to go down yet. Your cellphone chimed on your desk and sighed picking it up.

           I love you too darlin’. The smile that overtook your face made your cheeks hurt and you felt an excitement start to fill your body for the gala.

           Jack stood at the bar with Tequila ordering a drink from the bar tender. The gala had just started and Jack had made sure that he was here early so that he’d be there before you showed up. He was excited to finally see you after two weeks of just phone calls, text messages and video calls. It was never the same as when he got to see you face to face. He always missed you terribly and he every time he said his goodbyes over the phone with you he could always hear in your voice that you missed him just as much. But tonight he was going to finally get to see you and not only that he was going to get to see you dressed up.

           You had texted him a picture of the color of your dress, it was a deep vibrant purple color that didn’t surprise him. He knew it would look amazing on you. He had tried to decipher from the picture what fabric the dress was made out of but for the life of him he couldn’t. You had been sneaky and sent him a picture of the underside of the dress so that he wouldn’t have any clue to what the dress looked like, because you didn’t put it past Jack to scour the net to find your dress. Jack surmised he would’ve done it to if you had given any little clue. But he knew you wanted this to be a surprise to him and he’d let it happen just because it’d make you happy.

           “So have you seen Cur since you got back earlier?” Tequila asked amused as he looked over at Jack. Jack just shook his head as he turned to lean his back against the bar and survey the crowd searching the doors for you quickly. He didn’t want to miss you if he could.

           “Excuse me Mr. Daniels?” came a squeaky soft voice to Jack’s side where Tequila wasn’t. He turned to see a rather petite young black haired woman who looked awfully nervous to be bothering him.

           “Yes?” he asked composedly.

           “There’s a call from the New York office. They said it was urgent.” She explained hurriedly and Jack sighed tiredly. Even when he was out of the state work still needed his attention. “I’m sorry.” Said the woman next to him. He shook his head dejectedly.

           “Not your fault. Where can I take the call?” he asked wearily. She waved a hand behind her and moved to show him where.

           It’s not long after taking the call that Jack is walking back to the main room of the country club when he hears the growing voices from outside the doors. It sounds as if more guests have shown up. He hovers just outside the doors letting his eyes sweep around the room to see if he spots you. Suddenly he hears your laughter and his eyes are drawn over to the bar where you stand with Tequila laughing about something and his jaw drops.

           You have your back to him and he’s able to let his eyes travel over your body. The dress you’re wearing is a deep vibrant purple that looks wonderful on you. The top half of the dress has lace over it and pretty lace sleeves that travel to just below your elbows. The bottom half of the dress is a long a flowing gauzy material and Jack can’t keep his eyes off you. He silently stalks up to you and wraps his arms around your waist, his fingers brushing over twisting metal at the belt of the dress.

           “Oh my.” He whispers in your ear and he feels you shiver against his body. “Consider me at your mercy tonight darlin’.” he continues to whisper into your ear.

           “Just for tonight?” you ask teasingly as you turn in his arms with a smile. He frowns softly and nods his head and watches as the disappointment flutters over your features.

           “New York needs me back by morning.” He grumbles softly as he pulls you closer to him.

           “So…you’re sorta like Cinderella?” you joke grinning up at him and he shakes his head at you with a small smile gracing his lips. You sigh softly and he rests his forehead against yours. “Alright.” You concede and lift up to brush a soft kiss against his mouth. “I wanna dance with you before you have to go back.” You tell him tenderly. “I’ve missed you.” Jack can feel his heart twist with guilt and lift with your admission that you have missed him. He nods his head and leads you onto the dancefloor.

           “This dress is beautiful on you darlin’.” he tells you as you both begin to sway to the soft music playing in the room. “I’m a lucky guy to have such a beautiful lady on my arm tonight.” He says sincerely.

           “And you’re so handsome Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you a tuxedo before.” You simper to him as your arms are wrapped around his neck and your fingers dance in the hairs at the back of his neck. He shivers slightly pulling you closer to him to where he can’t tell where you start and he ends.

           “I’m sorry I have to go back so soon darlin’.” He confesses morosely. You shrug your shoulders silently frowning softly.

           “I’m just glad to have this time with you Jack. I know it’s difficult to find time for each other with both of us being at different offices. Which is why I love any time I get with you.” You say candidly as you shrug your shoulders again. “Maybe one day we’ll line up to where we can spend more time together.” You utter contemplatively. Jack looks down at you and wonders if you would ever consider transferring to the New York office to be with him. He knew if he could transfer to be here in Kentucky at HQ he would in a heartbeat but he’s one the few senior agents in New York and until someone else moves to senior agent he won’t be able to transfer. But if you did…

           “I’m grateful for every moment I get with you darlin’. Every moment.” He leans in and whispers against your lips before he’s kissing you deeply and almost desperately. The feeling of you pressed against his front and your lips slanting against his has his head in a dizzy spin. Neither of you part until you hear a throat clearing next to you. You both look over to Champagne smirking at the two of you.

           “Sorry to break up you two lovebirds. But dinner is going to be served soon.” He expresses almost embarrassedly. You both nod and move to take your seats next to each other at the table Tequila is sitting at with his date and Ginger and her date. Tequila grins mischievously at the two of you and wiggles his eyebrows and Jack scowls at the younger man.

           “Got caught by Champ huh?” Tequila taunts cheerfully. You roll your eyes at Tequila as Jack helps you ease into your seat and pushes your chair in for you. You smile over at Jack as he sits next to you and he can’t help but smile affectionately back at you. His mind still trying to come up with a good way to broach the topic of possibly transferring offices. He feels your hand slide into his and link your fingers together under the table and he looks over you and sees a timid smile gracing your lips. He looks away smiling widely and can feel heat flushing over his cheeks lightly. Suddenly he feels your breath ghost over his ear and he shivers in his seat.

           “I love you Jack.” you whisper into his ear. “I’m going to do everything I can to show you that.” you claim confidently. Jack’s heart stops and instantly starts to hammer in his chest. How someone could make him feel like he was on top of the world with such simple words he would never know. He grips your hand tighter in his and tugs your arm a little closer to him and your body follows til it’s pressed against his side and turns his head to you quickly and feels you gasp out against his lips. And suddenly he’s kissing you deeply and feels you melt against him more. Pulling away he nips at your bottom lip and feels your body jerk against him.

           “I love you too darlin’. And you show me in every way imaginable that I am loved. And I am so grateful for it and you.” He whispers against your lips while his eyes never leave yours. He’s definitely going to take the next step with you and ask you to transfer to be with him, he thinks.

[bucksboobs]

I'm bored so I'm gonna dump my current opinions on Ships in SG-1 (as of the end of season 2)

Carter/O'Neill: seems like where the show is going and I like them enough platonically that it works for me

Jackson/O'Neill: have a very cute married couple dynamic, especially when they got really mad at each other in "One False Step" and immediately recognized that as bad and abnormal. The way they stutter and trail off but still catch each other's meaning when they apologize to each other? We stan healthy self awareness. Also Space Monkey.

Daniel/Sha're: I just want Sha're to have good things. Can we PLEASE get Amunet to Cimmeria?

Teal'c/ O'Neill: something about them just... works for me. Especially after that episode where they switch bodies.

Teal'c/Drayauc: I have to assume calling your wife "Woman" is cool in Chulakian culture otherwise it makes no sense for Teal'c as a character to constantly do that in episodes with his wife. Their season 1 dynamic of "We do what we must to survive but I hate that you have to feign loyalty to Apophis and it affects how we interact" could mean that now that they're together on Earth they'll have a more healthy relationship.

Sam/Janet: the ultimate ship in my eyes. They have a kid and Sam calls her Janet at work. They both have lesbian energies and every episode they interact it grows stronger. Science Wives.

[szopenhauer]

Do bridges make you nervous? only sometimes Is Michael Cera cute? I used to hug like this

Would you make out with Evan-Rachel Wood? I was expecting some ugly old guy but she ain’t that bad

Have you ever done anything sexual with someone of the same sex? obvi Do you collect issues of a certain magazine? I do Have you ever pawned anything off at a pawn shop? I have Did you like The Hangover movies? not really, nah What time is your alarm clock set for? it’s not Do you have any vintage clothing? yeah Are you a cheerleader? never was What color of colored contacts would you like to have? dark brown/almost black, yellow cat eyes, red... Are there any dead stuffed animals in your house? nope but I wouldn’t mind unless it’s not vintage/natural death What’s the best prize you’ve won on an amusement park/carnival game? my dad won a stuffed monkey for me once <3 Have you ever been indoor skydiving? I have not Would you have any interest in going on a cruise? thx but no

Do you find musicians or athletes more attractive? musicians

Do you fight with your mom often? could say so Would you rather have your son have the name Daniel as first or middle name? whatever Do you find yourself attractive? pfft Honestly, how are you feeling? not good Is it harder to tell someone you love them, or don’t love them? harder is to tell someone you don’t love them because you’re hurting them Which do you remember more: insults? or compliments? insults Have you ever felt like you are worthless? I am worthless What do you hear right now? niece >.< Where did your last hug take place? my bedroom Would you say you drink more pop / soda than you should? not at all lol How many times has your bedroom been painted? twice Has anyone ever told you that they think you have ADHD? I don’t have ADHD

Do you have a solo mailbox or is it part of a cluster mailbox [such as at an apartment complex]? solo Is your stove gas or electric? gas, I’d prefer electric Are you planning to carve pumpkins this Halloween? noooo What color Christmas lights do you like the best? hmm... Describe the difference between dislike and hatred towards another person. dislike is closer to neutrality/ignorance, you’re just not a fan but hate is causing anger, you can’t stand a person and sometimes wish them bad things or want to hurt them yourself, you consider someone your enemy and don’t want to hear/talk/think about them, you cry because of that person often too as they ruin your life somehow, you just wish they didn’t exist or at least stay away 

When was the last time you have felt anxious in a public space? always When was the last time a stranger asked you for some money? Did you give them any? recently, no way, not even gonna explain myself again

When was the last time you had to speak to a crowd? How well did that go? not since school How would you describe your general outlook towards humanity? ugh... What do you tend to do to ease tense situations? depends Have you ever tried to help someone subside an insecurity that they’ve held? if I could and if they wanted my help

Would you like to live in a place with one steady season or a place that experiences al four seasons? spring/summer weather all year long would be awesome

What do you normally say or how do you normally act in response to a compliment? that isn’t not true Do you normally plan ahead or are you more of a spontaneous person? it’s complicated Do you find certain ideologies in philosophy interesting? parts

Do you walk or jog often? walk

How long was the farthest that you have travelled on foot? I've been on a pilgrimage

Do you tend to listen to music that embraces your mood or does music dictate your mood? Is it a little bit of both? a bit of both

Do you like architecture?  kinda

Is there a picture you could share that is something you find aesthetically pleasing?

Do you think others consider you very observant?  they do  Are there any clothes or items that you have and are embarrassed to wear or show in public? sorta

Are there any songs that you perhaps like but avoid because it makes you sad when heard? for example - Powfu - Death bed

*I wanted to find the title because I forgot as usually and my dad came in and I was sitting there crying with him whole 3 minutes holding his hand, I’m so scared

What month do you think was most stressful to you and why? this one? Do you like opossums?  they’re cute <3 What is your favourite unhealthy drink that you like to consume (if you have one, that is)? I don’t have one, I don’t drink anything unhealthy

When was the last time you’ve visited a family member’s house? What was the occasion? My aunt’s last year. We were picking her up cause she was coming to stay with us for a few days, but she was still packing and stuff so we went in and waited. How do you feel about fictional languages (such as Dothraki and Klingon)? interesting

How do you usually feel when one of your favourite television or book series end? sad What would you do if you knew a person that you were not fond of or even disliked, but they considered you as a friend? Would you confront them, avoid them, etc.? I’ve been in this situation before and I tried to avoid them but now I would try to explain to them first why we can’t be friends Do you watch documentaries? If so, do you have a particular favourite? rarely, my favs are: Marina Abramovic: The Artist Is Present, Advances style,  Queen: Days of Our Lives, Bright Lights: Starring Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds, Królik bo berlińsku, Finding Vivian Maier and Iris 

How many hours has it been since you woke up? too many  What were you doing the last time 7pm rolled around? went for a walk

What is something that always makes you feel pretty? pfft Would you rather live in a mansion or a small cozy home? small cozy home or apartment How old will you be in 3 birthdays? 31 Do you think you’ll be married by then? maybe, maybe not If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? I would not Do you think you’ll have a Valentine next year? we’ll see Honestly, who is the last person to tell you that they love you? my gf Is sex on you mind more than 3 times a day? it’s not Do you have a condom in your room? why would I have one?

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 2 episode 1

"SERPENTS LAIR"

Notes by me

- PREVIOUSLY - they shut down my stargate program!!! With 9 seasons left!, sg1 clocked in and chose violence, skaara is dead??? Sort of???, earth is doomed😨

- they really gonna blow themselves up huh

- welp there goes that plan how are they gonna get rid of TWO ships

- "this is turning into a bad day"

- SHE BIT HIM LMAO

- anxious hopeless Daniel :(

- SKAARAS NOT DEAD THEY BLUFFED US 😃

- this snake jaffa sounds like bra'tac

- "goauld busters" just.... Why

- wait Daniel has his glasses again??? I thought he was wearing contacts?? Im confused

- IT IS BRATAC EVERYONE DROP WHAT YOURE DOING MY MANS IS HERE

- still intense as ever i see. maybe dont punch the people you are trying to save , my guy

- tealcs son is doing just fine 🤗

- love how bratac talks about treason in front of literally eveyone and all the other jaffa either are super deaf or just dont care

- hammond not giving up on his kids

- jacks face when bratac tells him skaara is alive

- bratac: how good are your space ships

Jack: ......define space ships

- they already came up with an alpha site on a different planet? that was fast

- skaara/Klor-El :

- bratac only has 4 guys for his army lol

- "have you more of this 4C?"

- stop firing nukes at my kids!!!

- skaara fighting Klor-Els influence and trying to stop him from putting up the shield 💪💪my boy tried his best

- Jack and bratac trying to constantly out do each other lol

- "send me to the alpha site"

"Sorry we only send the best and the brightest"

hammond Slam Dunking this colonel

- "I die free" 🔥🔥🔥

- when Sam hands Daniel the machine gun and hes like??? What do I do with this

- alright what is this self sacrifice bullshit Daniel. You dont have to stay. Dont let him stay Jack

- Jack softly touching his face with that sad look in his eyes 💔💔💔

- when in doubt, GRENADES

- are they really just leaving Daniel

- MY SMART BOY JUST HEALED HIMSELF WITH THE SARCOPHAAAHHDBDJSNDN HES GOT THE BRAINS

- ya got one minute!

- gateing himself out like a bad bitch!!!

- also his little mutterings when hes thinking fast is super cute💗

- THEY DID IT

- are skaara and apophis still alive. I feel like their death wasnt dramatic enough for this show. Theyre probably still alive somehow.....right?. Pls. I dont want skaara to die

- time to float and enjoy the view

- Daniel walks thru the gate like whats up!!

- "we die well, tealc"

"More than that old friend. We die free."

- ".......... Or not" Jack for crying out loud they were having a moment

- applause ! Its what they deserve

- thank you for saving our asses again bratac I hope we will see you again!!!

- when daniel walks in and they all have huge smiles on their faces 😍😍 theyre a little family 😩😩😩

- "space monkey"

- THE BIG BROTHER/LITTLE BROTHER DYNAMIC IS MELTING MY BRAIN

- hugs for all my kids!!!!!

~

Whump under the cut

Jack Oniell whump: bit by sam, punched by bratac, emotional

Daniel jackson whump: shot by staff weapon, bloody, burnt, Jack touching his face, worried jack, self sacrifice, dragging himself across floor, healed by sarc

Team sg1 whump: flash stunned, unconscious, temporary blindness, all lasts less than 5 minutes

🎶listening to Guts by All Time Low🎶 in honor of sg1 being reckless bastards

[twistednuns]

December 2019

Maxim calling out of the blue, inviting me to the Mine concert later that month.

Stumbling upon great inspiration for plant-based buddha bowls.

@shitgothssay memes.

Zotter salted caramel chocolate.

Finding out about the fact that you can just add the letter A to some words to transform them into adjectives. Like aglitter or aglow and aglisten.

Ayurvedic Kapha tea with some black tea, honey and milk. Sonnentor Gute Laune tea. Green tea with toasted coconut.

Isana shower oil. Works wonders for dry skin. Such a smooth and creamy texture. Great for shaving, too.

Winning the pub quiz - again! I played with Maggie, Dennis, Daniel and Steffen (Team name: Three geese in a trenchcoat) and we won 178€. However, the best thing about this was when I finally solved the anagram after thinking about it for 10 minutes. It was Greta Thunberg! Winning is lovely, of course, but solving the anagram is already a personal win for me each time.

Tuesdays. Coming home early, sleeping it off.

Being super rested after a nap, cooking a huge pot of veggie stew and my ratatouille signature recipe, even preparing a batch of butter bean hummus and salad dressing. Listening to folk music, singing along, even dancing at some point. Standing there, peeling the potatos… Happy moment.

Signature manicure. Always. This time: bluish iridescent lilac with the obligatory black dot.

A personal realisation. I’ve been massively out of touch with myself. I’ve stopped journaling, stopped doing things for myself because they’re beneficial and not because they’re convenient and numb everything. And why is that a good thing? Well, only being at this point and realising what’s wrong with me makes it possible to do something against it. To come up a self-care plan. To make myself feel better.

Semi-deleting Facebook.

Spending time with Manu for the first time in three months. Watching a documentary about black holes and a cheesy Christmas movie. Ordering south Indian food, cuddling up in bed. Sometimes I don’t know why I keep isolation myself. Being around people can be really lovely and soothing if you can be yourself around them. It’s just that I often feel the presence of other living beings drains my energy.

The best massage I ever had. From now on I’ll always request Yaya as my massage therapist. She is SICK. Strong, merciless, forces me into weird poses and makes my back crack.

Also: the chocolate-filled mint hard candy they hand out at the massage studio. I used to hate mint-infused chocolate but somehow I think these are delicious. Perfect after-torture-treat.

Persimmons. Obsessed.

My eye colour in artificial light. A dark moss green with caramel-coloured speckles and a dark rim.

The National playing a 2-hour-long concert and including some of my favourite songs from the High Violet album. Fangirling with Anika.

The smell of cold. You know, that whiff of cool air you get when you’re sniffing a jacket that’s been hanging on the balcony for a few hours to air out.

Learning more about Claire Saffitz from this article - she likes arts and crafts, is a homebody and has degrees in history and literature! She basically enrolled in culinary school because she was bored after graduation. She’s an enigma of a quirky kind. Not brilliant and scattered, but determined and aimless. Not brave and rebellious, but anxious and creative. She hates change yet pursues it, wants order but trades in chaos. She’s loved because she hates stuff; performs well because she can’t perform. And above all, she’s aggressively regular—and something about this makes the crowd go wild.

Fresh laundry smell on my blankets and pillows. And my new gravity blanket. It weighs 11kg which feels crazy heavy when you carry it but the weight evenly distributes over the body when you’re lying down. Apparently the pressure triggers the release of stress hormones. So far I’m sleeping like a baby and I don’t seem to wake up or move much at night.

Stephanie Madewell. I love everything she writes, her blog is such a godsend of beautiful, important, eclectic ideas. One thing I especially like are her imaginary outfits.

Princess Margaret’s limerick contest with President Lyndon B. Johnson in The Crown. Pure comedy. “There was a young lady from Dallas / who used a dynamite stick as a phallus / they found her vagina in North Carolina / and her asshole in Buckingham Palace.”

Little pieces of string in the corners of a duvet cover. It’s the first time I’ve seen those. So practical for big blankets!

Mental health days. I needed this. So much. Mornings in bed, reading for hours. Drinking a whole pot of tea.

Partner yoga. Chanting the closing mantra together.

Making vegan energy balls for my brother. I adapted the recipe and made my own versions so I ended up with a batch of pistachio/cherry and mango/sesame.

Freaking out whenever I see a cute cat. Damn, I really need to spend more time with animals. My highlight: breakfast in bed, watching a video of an adorable cat giving birth. I cried. Yup.

Going swimming for the first time in, man, I don’t even know. Forever. I didn’t swim for a long time, maybe half an hour, but muscle memory kicked in immediately. Water is totally my element. And, as if it had been destiny: I chose the day they cut the hanging plants in the main hall and the guy gave me a variety of five different cuttings to take home!! He made me a very happy girl.

The ink blue sky right after sunset. / The morning after the full moon in Gemini (the moon still bright and huge, visible in the bluish-grey Western sky). / When the sun suddenly comes out after a very dark and gloomy morning.

Buying a new phone. The old one was broken beyond repair. I even got a nice cork protective case. How could I ever live without an uncracked screen? The battery now actually lasts for more than a day. Nice.

Odd bits of knowledge: A galanthophile is an enthusiastic collector and identifier of snowdrop (Galanthus) species and cultivars. (Wikipedia) // Scientists theorize the Universe might have cracks in it: long thin boundaries that formed as space cooled after the Big Bang. 95 billion lightyears long and a few femtometers thin, these wrinkles in space-time would hold enough energy to bend light and destroy entire planets. (PHD comics) // the word to bloviate (German meaning: schwafeln, langatmig vortragen) // In Japan we have three rituals: HANAMI, TSUKIMI, and YUKIMI. HANAMI is watching the flowers. TSUKIMI is watching the moon, YUKIMI is watching the snow. It’s a beautiful tradition when you invite people to watch with you. I remember them all. (Yoko Ono) // In linguistics, prosody is concerned with those elements of speech that are not individual phonetic segments (vowels and consonants) but are properties of syllables and larger units of speech, including linguistic functions such as intonation, tone, stress, and rhythm. Such elements are known as suprasegmentals. Prosody may reflect various features of the speaker or the utterance: the emotional state of the speaker; the form of the utterance (statement, question, or command); the presence of irony or sarcasm; emphasis, contrast, and focus. It may otherwise reflect other elements of language that may not be encoded by grammar or by choice of vocabulary. (Wikipedia) //

I know I mention this a lot but the first olfactory whiff of a freshly cut open passion fruit is one of the best smells I know.

When my breakfast tastes like a candy bar. Which it immediately does whenever I add almond butter and cocoa nibs to porridge.

Yoga at home on a sunny Saturday afternoon. I’m often too lazy to get out my yoga mat but whenever I do afterwards I’m always so glad I practiced. Also: going to yoga class despite being extremely stressed out. It actually helped me silence some of these tormenting thoughts in my head.

Cutting my own hair. It’s kinda ridiculous and layered but I love the new bounce.

Michael Nyman - Musique à grande vitesse x // feels like it makes my pulse quicker, it’s urging and forceful.

My adventures in psychedelia - an article about the therapeutic effect of psychoactive drugs. I’m going to get Michael Pollan’s book about the topic from the library next week. So interesting.

People who are still writing letters.

My pupils. I realised that some of them have become very fine people. Open, compassionate, motivated, interested, bright, polite. Like the students who attended our first school magazine meeting in their spare time - on the last school day before the Christmas holidays - and had all these amazing ideas. Victor, being able to hold a conversation like an adult. Marks cuddling that dog in front of the supermarket. My tenth-graders being really reasonable, managable, easy to talk to.

Liza Weil’s role as Shy Baldwin’s bass player in The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. It took me three episodes to recognize her.

A little embroidery set. I love keeping my hands busy when I’m watching movies.

Making vegan walnut lebkuchen and a very good batch of crisp bread in one go.

Roast apples with candied almonds and marzipan for Christmas dinner. Some buckwheat chocolate cookies. Actually helping out my mum in the kitchen.

Sitting at the piano with my brother, singing tunes from our childhood series, Disney songs, pop songs… We both had sore throats afterwards.

Visiting Sash’s parents over Christmas. Her mum cooked a pretty great lunch and we played board games.

Learning how to make a monkey fist knot.

Finding a new spot I like in my apartment. The chair right next to the window at the kitchen table. It’s nice and warm because you can sit beside the heater and while you have breakfast or browse through a cookbook you can see what’s going on outside.

Seeing the incredible gobelins at Kunsthalle / Fäden der Moderne exhibition. I loved the Le Corbusier ones.

Visiting Manu at his parents' place. Playing board games together, his mum feeding me with parsley potatoes and a weird _bird's milk_ dessert. Lying on the sofa, watching old movies. It's weirdly nice to be part of a normal family dynamic once in a while.

Andre saving my New Year’s Eve at the very last minute. Out of the blue he suggested a trip to Czech Republic right after midnight the day before. I was like… okay, let’s do this! So I met up with him and three people I had never met before in Regensburg and we drove to Český Krumlov, checked into our fancy hotel and walked down to the city centre. Czech food for dinner, a band playing at the city square. We climbed up to the castle for the turn of the year. This must have been the first year that started out with a proper New Year’s kiss. Afterwards we went to a weird music bar and - apparently - one of the best clubs in the country. I had a lot of fun. Even though getting Andre home was quite a challenge.

[stargate365]

[SG-1] 8.12: Prometheus Unbound

Jack doesn’t want to let go of his space monkey.

“Because I’ll quit.” “Why don’t you just hold your breath, you’ve not done that in a while.”

Lol Hammond cape to kidnap Daniel, Jack is Not Happy.

Poor Jack. Hammond just stole Daniel and the Chair and Walter...

So we’re off to rescue Liz and her gang?

He could put anybody in charge of the mission and chose himself?? I love it!!

Oh no, poor Novak and her hiccuping. Doesn’t look fun. I hate hiccups.

Novak is such a cute little pessimist, but also a realist. I like her already.

Daniels face at her trying to fix the hiccups.

I wish I could tell her my solution: breathing along to calm orchestral music.

Prometheus to the Rescue!!

Mysterious circumstances... the rings activated... and commas are shit down...

Oh fuck it’s a Kull.

Lol, Daniel throwing himself out of view. Time to hide!

George looks rather annoyed. Somebody just stole his ship. 😑

Daniel shooting the Kull with the special anti-Kull gun... and nothing happens. “Oh crap.”

That feeling when you wake up tied to a chair and can’t help but babble at the Kull that stole your ship.

That feeling when said Kull starts to flirt with you...

When the Kull turns out to be a very pretty woman with a bit of a Dom kink.

Novak is a sweet little pessimist and Hammond wants his boat back.

Poor Daniel, this woman really does have a kink.

Well shit, she’s not acting like a snake... and hmm... that looks like a fun place to sit.

George is brave and this is terrifying... Novak is so smart, thank god for her, go rescue Hammond!!

The look of terror on that dude face when Novak suggests mouth to mouth.

“Excellent waking up sir!!”

When did Daniel escape? “I liked you better tied up.”

Lol, why am I not surprised...

“You hit me.” “You hit me.”

“You know we could just have six instead.”

Is this a cat fight?? Lol, her snogging him before head butting him.

Hang on, she’s wearing new clothes... Daniel you naughty boy. Changing her while she’s asleep.

Daniels face while he holds her at gunpoint while she eats.

Oh... tragic story.

“Who are you?” “Olo, Hans Olo.”

Daniel... just shoot them and run for it.

Time to go!!

Lol. Daniel going sod it and putting her over his shoulder.

Hammond and Company to the Rescue!!

Daniel is too tired for this shit. Sorry Vala.

Novak’s hiccups have stopped. Vala has escaped and Novak is too busy being happy they’ve stopped.

Looks like Vala is off to be her fabulous Space Pirate self again... I hope we see her again, she was fun!!

Shame we can’t get to Atlantis though...

Lol. Daniel is impressed.

“She’s good.”

[soft-imagines]

Unexplainable Love {Park Jihoon}

Park Jihoon Feat. Wanna One [Ending 1]

Fluff

[Requested]

Synopsis: Ice cream date with Jihoon, texting with obnoxious people you call friends, and a short adventure in the park🍦

You were on he phone with your best friend, Eunmi, who is Seongwoo’s cousin.

“Can you come over so that we can watch PD101 on crack?” she asks while you slip your feet into your Converse.

You laugh. “You always want to do the weirdest things,” you tell her. “But I can’t, I’m going on a date with Jihoon. Maybe after, if you’re awake when I come by your place.”

“Okay, I’ll be awake for sure. By the way, do you have Woojin’s number?”

“Uh yeah, but your cousin is Ong Seongwoo. Ask him. I have to go so I’m not late, bye!”

“Alright, fine. Bye Y/N! Have fun! Tell Jihoon I say hi!”

“I will! And by the way, don’t watch that Unhelpful Guide to Wanna-One video yet because I haven’t watched it.”

“Uhm, too late.”

Eunmi hangs up so you roll your eyes and happily put your phone in your pocket while thinking about Jihoon. You call out to your parents that you’re going to be out and will be back in a few hours. After you close the door behind you, you make your way to the ice cream shop, nearly skipping in joy because you haven’t seen Jihoon for the longest time.

Y/N POV

Winkdeep Pt.1: almost here?

yes winkboy i’ll be there soon

Winkdeep Pt.1: hurry, i miss you~! T^T

what a baby, no offense

Winkdeep Pt.1: offense taken

oi, i’ll be there soon

Winkdeep Pt.1: ‘oi’?

omg pls jihoon let me live

Winkdeep Pt.1: ily y/n

ily2 you baby

Winkdeep Pt.1: :)))))

I cross the street and spot the ice cream shop another block down. The sun glares down at me as I hurry to the shop. I pull open the door, being met with cool air. Jihoon waves from a table for four right by the entrance. He grins while I walk over, getting out of his seat. He embraces me and kisses my head, sitting back in his seat. I sit beside him.

“So, what’s the plan after we have some ice cream?” I ask while getting my money out.

“We’ll just walk. Let the road take us somewhere,” Jihoon replies with a smile while getting up. “I’ll pay.”

“Jihoon-”

“Y/N, I got it.”

I sigh and nod while he plants a kiss on my cheek and asks me what I want.

“The usual.” He nods and leaves to order. I take out my phone and snap a selca with Jihoon in the back looking at the menu. I post it on Instagram, captioning it: Ice cream with the boy of my dreams 💞

By the time Jihoon comes back, my photo has 30 likes. Mostly from the other PD101 boys. Jihoon sits across from me, handing me my two scoops of marshmallow ice cream with chocolate syrup and crushed graham crackers.

“Thank you, JIhoon,” I say while smiling at him.

“No problem, babe,” he gently replies, scooping some of his mocha ice cream into his spoon and holding it out for me.

I lean forward and take the bite, tasting coffee, which brings me back to our date a few months ago at the cafe. I feed Jihoon some of mine, and he smiles while holding out another spoonful of his ice cream towards me. I shake my head, but Jihoon insists. I open my mouth but instead of getting another bite, I have ice cream smeared on my nose and cheekbone.

“Park Jihoon, I swear.”

He laughs and takes out his phone.

“Don’t you even-”

But it’s too late. He’s taken about 10 pictures already, so I smear ice cream on his cheek and his jawbone, laughing. While he pouts, I get out of my seat and take photos with him. A few of us laughing, a couple of him kissing my temple, and some of me kissing his cheek. we wipe the ice cream off of our faces and continue munching on our frozen treats, making conversation about how I’m doing at school, how he’s doing on the show. Once we’re finished, we step out of the shop hand-in-hand, laughing at the pictures we had taken.

“Send those to me,” Jihoon says, taking a peek at my phone, then looking ahead.

“I will.”

I send the pictures one by one. I immediately get a text back.

Winkdeep Pt.2: YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST OMFG IM GONNA SEND IT TO THE GROUP CHAT BAI

“Oh no.”

“What?” Jihoon worriedly looks at me, stopping us for a moment while I stare at my phone.

“I accidentally sent the pictures to your boyfriend.”

“Woojin?”

“No- I swear Jihoon, I’m talking about Jinyoung.”

“Oh.”

Jihoon looks at my phone. “I told you not to keep our names as Winkdeep Pt. 1 & 2.” He takes out his phone as both of our notifications ring out.

Winkdeep Pt.2: *sent photos*

center: lmao y’all cute

swaggy byeongari: ewww bai

memesung: omg pls tell me theres more

katdaniel: cute. you two have fun

ong-baegopa: IS THERE MORE SO THAT I CAN BLACKMAIL YOU TWO- I MEAN SO THAT WE CAN ADMIRE THIS RELATIONSHIP? JIHOON? Y/N?

guys pls i sent those to baejin by accident

Winkdeep Pt.1: I’ll send more if you guys stop

ponyo’s psychotic husband: lmao okay then can’t wait

haha sungwoon: guys let the children live omfg

seonho’s dad: seriously. jihoon, y/n? have fun okay?

we will thanks minhyun and sungwoon

katdaniel: oh wow thanks for the thanks

Winkdeep Pt.1: Okay thank you daniel

snaggletooth: I stg can y’all stfu imma turn the notifications off

Winkdeep Pt.2: lmao

see you guys never -.-

swaggy byeongari: *sends a video of him rapping his part in ‘never’*

i give up *y/n has left the building because she’s friends with a bunch of fucking idiots*

Winkdeep Pt.1: nice one guys *jihoon has left the chat*

hahasungwoon: i told you guys to leave the poor children alone

seonho’s dad: you guys have no chill -.-

ong-baegopa: oh are we sending memes now?

katdaniel: oh my jesus fuck ong pls

~

I look at Jihoon, and I can’t help but laugh.

“I can’t believe I’m friends with you guys,” I giggle while slipping my phone into my pocket while more notifications ring. A meme battle is probably occurring. I hold onto Jihoon’s arm as we start walking again.

“It’s what you get when you meet 40 different guys, Y/N, and that was only Wanna-One,” Jihoon laughs, kissing my head.

“No matter how annoying these boys are, I still love them.”

“Of course. You’re too nice to stay mad at them, Y/N. Now, left or right?”

“Right.”

We turn to a near dead end, an old park sitting t the end of the road.

“Is that where our next journey is?” I ask.

“I guess so.”

Jihoon smiles as I hurry ahead and step onto the woodchips and step up onto the platform to the monkey bars. He follows, watching me. I swing on the monkey bars to the other side, watching him swing from bar to bar, but suddenly stop and climb up onto the bars so that he can sit. I take a few pictures, saving them to show him that he’s a model, and climb up, sitting beside him. The sun slowly falls as Jihoon takes my hand and lays back, being held by the close-spaced bars. I slowly follow, letting my hair hang above the ground and get blown by the soft breeze.

“Y/N?”

I look over at my boyfriend, who smiles and leans toward me, pressing his lips on mine. As we pull away and stare at each other, footsteps sound on the woodchips.

“Miss? Mister? Can I play on the monkey bars?” A boy asks, looking up at us.

Jihoon and I look at each other, then I nod and we both climb off. Jihoon leads me to the slide and slides down first. When he gets to the bottom, he opens his arms out for me, so I slide down into his arms. He kisses me again, and when we break, he lingers. After a moment of silence, he pecks my forehead and helps me onto my feet, leading us over to the swings. I sit and he comes up behind me.

“Ready?” I nod.

He pulls the swing back and lets go, pushing me a few times before sitting in the empty swing beside me. By the time I slow down from becoming tired, Jihoon is still sitting there, watching me.

“You okay?” I question him.

“Mhm,” he softly replies while nodding hid head once. “Just wondering why you actually wanted to date me when there were other options.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Seriously, how does a girl like you, smart, sweet, and lovable, end up with a guy like me, who’s dorky, known for one wink, and cheesy?”

I sigh and take my boyfriend’s hands, making sure he’s looking me in the eye. “Park Jihoon, stop bringing yourself down like you’re not good enough for me, okay? We’re great for each other, no matter what our differences. I will always love you. And your wink isn’t the only thing that makes me love you. I love you for being you. All that matters is that we love each other.”

Jihoon stares at me, and I lean over and kiss him. When I pull away, he’s smiling shyly, avoiding my eyes.

“Let’s walk again,” I suggest while getting up. I take Jihoon’s hand and we walk towards the sidewalk. By the time a few minutes have passed, Jihoon still hasn’t said a word.

“Babe?” I say softly.

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since I… Well, since I ranted.”

He stays silent for a moment and he looks at me a bit hesitantly.

“It’s just… I really love you, Y/N. I don’t even have words to explain how much I really love you and how much you mean to me. You always know how to make me feel better and make my heart feel warm and loved.”

I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and pull him in for a tight hug, burying my face into his shoulder. His arms make their way around my waist, and I hear myself giggling.

“I feel the same way, Jihoon. We love each other so much… And there’s just no way to explain it. It really is unexplainable, what I feel for you.”

I pull away to see his reaction. All Jihoon does is pull me close to him, and kiss me. Unlike the kisses before, this one is sweet, and it leaves butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my heart aching from falling in love with my boyfriend even more. He lets his arms rest on my hips as he stares into my eyes. I let my hand run through his hair as he pecks my nose.

“Where to?” He softly asks.

“Mm, let’s just walk around until I have to go home,” I reply, smiling.

With a peck of my lips and a nod, Jihoon takes my hand, leading us to another adventure.

[konowhore]

Park Jihoon [Fluff]

@parkji-hoons said:Can i request a park jihoon fluff bc i need more thank you!!~~

No problem :) By the way, sorry for the HORRIBLE ending omg I feel so bad but I don’t know how else to end it.

Y/N // Y/AGE

🍨 Ice cream date with Jihoon, texting with obnoxious people, and a short adventure in the park🍦

You were on he phone with your best friend, Eunmi, who is Seongwoo’s cousin.

“Can you come over so that we can watch PD101 on crack?” she asks while you slip your feet into your Converse.

You laugh. “You always want to do the weirdest things,” you tell her. “But I can’t, I’m going on a date with Jihoon. Maybe after, if you’re awake when I come by your place.”

“Okay, I’ll be awake for sure. By the way, do you have Woojin’s number?”

“Uh yeah, but your cousin is Ong Seongwoo. Ask him. I have to go so I’m not late, bye!”

“Alright, fine. Bye Y/N! Have fun! Tell Jihoon I say hi!”

“I will! And by the way, don’t watch that Unhelpful Guide to Wanna-One video yet because I haven’t watched it.”

“Uhm, too late.”

Eunmi hangs up so you roll your eyes and happily put your phone in your pocket while thinking about Jihoon. You call out to your parents that you’re going to be out and will be back in a few hours. After you close the door behind you, you make your way to the ice cream shop, nearly skipping in joy because you haven’t seen Jihoon for the longest time.

Y/N POV

Winkdeep Pt.1: almost here?

yes winkboy i’ll be there soon

Winkdeep Pt.1: hurry, i miss you~! T^T

what a baby, no offense

Winkdeep Pt.1: offense taken

oi, i’ll be there soon

Winkdeep Pt.1: ‘oi’?

omg pls jihoon let me live

Winkdeep Pt.1: ily y/n

ily2 you baby 

Winkdeep Pt.1: :)))))

I cross the street and spot the ice cream shop another block down. The sun glares down at me as I hurry to the shop. I pull open the door, being met with cool air. Jihoon waves from a table for four right by the entrance. He grins while I walk over, getting out of his seat. He embraces me and kisses my head, sitting back in his seat. I sit beside him.

“So, what’s the plan after we have some ice cream?” I ask while getting my money out.

“We’ll just walk. Let the road take us somewhere,” Jihoon replies with a smile while getting up. “I’ll pay.”

“Jihoon-”

“Y/N, I got it.”

I sigh and nod while he plants a kiss on my cheek and asks me what I want. 

“The usual.” He nods and leaves to order. I take out my phone and snap a selca with Jihoon in the back looking at the menu. I post it on Instagram, captioning it: Ice cream with the boy of my dreams 💞 

By the time Jihoon comes back, my photo has 30 likes. Mostly from the other PD101 boys. Jihoon sits across from me, handing me my two scoops of marshmallow ice cream with chocolate syrup and crushed graham crackers. 

“Thank you, JIhoon,” I say while smiling at him.

“No problem, babe,” he gently replies, scooping some of his mocha ice cream into his spoon and holding it out for me.

I lean forward and take the bite, tasting coffee, which brings me back to our date a few months ago at the cafe. I feed Jihoon some of mine, and he smiles while holding out another spoonful of his ice cream towards me. I shake my head, but Jihoon insists. I open my mouth but instead of getting another bite, I have ice cream smeared on my nose and cheekbone.

“Park Jihoon, I swear.”

He laughs and takes out his phone.

“Don’t you even-”

But it’s too late. He’s taken about 10 pictures already, so I smear ice cream on his cheek and his jawbone, laughing. While he pouts, I get out of my seat and take photos with him. A few of us laughing, a couple of him kissing my temple, and some of me kissing his cheek. we wipe the ice cream off of our faces and continue munching on our frozen treats, making conversation about how I’m doing at school, how he’s doing on the show. Once we’re finished, we step out of the shop hand-in-hand, laughing at the pictures we had taken. 

“Send those to me,” Jihoon says, taking a peek at my phone, then looking ahead.

“I will.”

I send the pictures one by one. I immediately get a text back. 

Winkdeep Pt.2: YOU GUYS ARE THE CUTEST OMFG IM GONNA SEND IT TO THE GROUP CHAT BAI

“Oh no.”

“What?” Jihoon worriedly looks at me, stopping us for a moment while I stare at my phone. 

“I accidentally sent the pictures to your boyfriend.”

“Woojin?”

“No- I swear Jihoon, I’m talking about Jinyoung.”

“Oh.”

Jihoon looks at my phone. “I told you not to keep our names as Winkdeep Pt. 1 & 2.” He takes out his phone as both of our notifications ring out.

Winkdeep Pt.2: *sent photos*

center: lmao y’all cute

swaggy byeongari: ewww bai

memesung: omg pls tell me theres more

katdaniel: cute. you two have fun

ong-baegopa: IS THERE MORE SO THAT I CAN BLACKMAIL YOU TWO- I MEAN SO THAT WE CAN ADMIRE THIS RELATIONSHIP? JIHOON? Y/N?

guys pls i sent those to baejin by accident

Winkdeep Pt.1: I’ll send more if you guys stop

ponyo’s psychotic husband: lmao okay then can’t wait

haha sungwoon: guys let the children live omfg

seonho’s dad: seriously. jihoon, y/n? have fun okay?

we will thanks minhyun and sungwoon

katdaniel: oh wow thanks for the thanks

Winkdeep Pt.1: Okay thank you daniel

snaggletooth: I stg can y’all stfu imma turn the notifications off

Winkdeep Pt.2: lmao 

see you guys never -.-

swaggy byeongari: *sends a video of him rapping his part in ‘never’*

i give up *y/n has left the building because she’s friends with a bunch of fucking idiots*

Winkdeep Pt.1: nice one guys *jihoon has left the chat*

hahasungwoon: i told you guys to leave the poor children alone

seonho’s dad: you guys have no chill -.-

ong-baegopa: oh are we sending memes now?

katdaniel: oh my jesus fuck ong pls

~

I look at Jihoon, and I can’t help but laugh. 

“I can’t believe I’m friends with you guys,” I giggle while slipping my phone into my pocket while more notifications ring. A meme battle is probably occurring. I hold onto Jihoon’s arm as we start walking again. 

“It’s what you get when you meet 40 different guys, Y/N, and that was only Wanna-One,” Jihoon laughs, kissing my head.

“No matter how annoying these boys are, I still love them.”

“Of course. You’re too nice to stay mad at them, Y/N. Now, left or right?”

“Right.”

We turn to a near dead end, an old park sitting t the end of the road.

“Is that where our next journey is?” I ask.

“I guess so.”

Jihoon smiles as I hurry ahead and step onto the woodchips and step up onto the platform to the monkey bars. He follows, watching me. I swing on the monkey bars to the other side, watching him swing from bar to bar, but suddenly stop and climb up onto the bars so that he can sit. I take a few pictures, saving them to show him that he’s a model, and climb up, sitting beside him. The sun slowly falls as Jihoon takes my hand and lays back, being held by the close-spaced bars. I slowly follow, letting my hair hang above the ground and get blown by the soft breeze.

“Y/N?”

I look over at my boyfriend, who smiles and leans toward me, pressing his lips on mine. As we pull away and stare at each other, footsteps sound on the woodchips.

“Miss? Mister? Can I play on the monkey bars?” A boy asks, looking up at us. 

Jihoon and I look at each other, then I nod and we both climb off. Jihoon leads me to the slide and slides down first. When he gets to the bottom, he opens his arms out for me, so I slide down into his arms. He kisses me again, and when we break, he lingers. After a moment of silence, he pecks my forehead and helps me onto my feet, leading us over to the swings. I sit and he comes up behind me.

“Ready?” I nod.

He pulls the swing back and lets go, pushing me a few times before sitting in the empty swing beside me. By the time I slow down from becoming tired, Jihoon is still sitting there, watching me.

“You okay?” I question him.

“Mhm,” he softly replies while nodding hid head once. “Just wondering why you actually wanted to date me when there were other options.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Seriously, how does a girl like you, smart, sweet, and lovable, end up with a guy like me, who’s dorky, known for one wink, and cheesy?”

I sigh and take my boyfriend’s hands, making sure he’s looking me in the eye. “Park Jihoon, stop bringing yourself down like you’re not good enough for me, okay? We’re great for each other, no matter what our differences. I will always love you. And your wink isn’t the only thing that makes me love you. I love you for being you. All that matters is that we love each other.”

Jihoon stares at me, and I lean over and kiss him. When I pull away, he’s smiling shyly, avoiding my eyes.

“Let’s walk again,” I suggest while getting up. I take Jihoon’s hand and we walk towards the sidewalk. By the time a few minutes have passed, Jihoon still hasn’t said a word.

“Babe?” I say softly.

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong? You’ve been quiet since I... Well, since I ranted.”

He stays silent for a moment and he looks at me a bit hesitantly.

“It’s just... I really love you, Y/N. I don’t even have words to explain how much I really love you and how much you mean to me. You always know how to make me feel better and make my heart feel warm and loved.”

I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and pull him in for a tight hug, burying my face into his shoulder. His arms make their way around my waist, and I hear myself giggling.

“I feel the same way, Jihoon. We love each other so much... And there’s just no way to explain it. It really is unexplainable, what I feel for you.”

I pull away to see his reaction. All Jihoon does is pull me close to him, and kiss me. Unlike the kisses before, this one is sweet, and it leaves butterflies fluttering in my stomach, my heart aching from falling in love with my boyfriend even more. He lets his arms rest on my hips as he stares into my eyes. I let my hand run through his hair as he pecks my nose.

“Where to?” He softly asks. 

“Mm, let’s just walk around until I have to go home,” I reply, smiling.

With a peck of my lips and a nod, Jihoon takes my hand, leading us to another adventure.

I’M SO SORRY FOR THAT LAME ENDING :{ There is a (long) alternate ending that I will post soon! ^ ^

[enkisstories]

The android cemetery (Chapter 18)

Viewed from the outside the apartment complex seemed to consist of window next to window and nothing else, long rows of glass held together by faith. Enabling people to live sheltered from the elements while still basking in the light - it really was a miracle of modern architecture (and materials). Alas, humanity! Behind all those high tech windows the humans were still the same old monkeys: mostly dissatisfied with everything, but easily distracted by sex. That was true as well for those not of the homo sapiens, but of the automaton deviansis variant.

It wasn’t the best afternoon for any of the three inhabitants of an apartment in the third row from the top. Daniel had continually scolded and insulted their new YK600 up to the point where even Gavin had to open Urban Dictionary in secret to learn what exactly was communicated. The man had laughed about the phrase for a good two minutes, before it had sunk in that his partner’s behavior was rather strange. Gavin had been under the impression that Daniel enjoyed caring for kids in general, not just Emma. He had done well babysitting Damian Miller, eventually won over the kids in Brindleton Bay and established a good rapport with Alice on the Adeline. So what had gotten the android so damn riled up against Evelyn-formerly-Turner? If anything, Gavin had expected the two to gang up against him, resulting in yet another shouting argument like the day before. Shouting was what they knew how to deal with, what they were used to. This development, however, was unexpected, irritating and therefore vaguely threatening. Damn androids! Gavin Reed concluded. If there was such a thing as souls, Daniel’s for sure had the worst direction sense of them all, entering an android body instead of a baby like a sensible transcendental apparition would have done! Now they had to live with the consequences.

Gavin put aside the tablet. Lazing on the couch he reached for a toy fishing rod that he proceeded to move around for Thor and Loki while his thoughts were elsewhere. Meanwhile in the kitchen Daniel seemed to have changed his tactics. He was now trying to pile work on Evelyn to get her out of his way. Only it didn’t go so well…

“You do not have the right to tell me anything!” the YK600 screeched. “You are only Mr. Reed’s android!”

“I’m not!” Daniel barked back. “Well, I am, sort of. In the same way he is my human. But not the way you think.”

“Shut up!” Lyn demanded. “And don’t try to give me any more orders, because if you do, then I…. I… Then I’m telling!!!”

“Oh? Think Gavin will take your side?! You little…”

There was a moment’s silence, then Daniel came storming out of the kitchen. Thor went into the air with all fours, hissed and ran in circles. Loki stopped mid-movement and looked at his two-legged “mama”, his soulful, eternally blue Ragdoll eyes full of questions. Daniel hunkered down. At first he was just crouching there, then he carefully extended a hand towards the cat. “Hey… hey, furball… Don’t be afraid, please. It’s still me.” Gavin noticed that the old gentleness had returned to his partner’s voice. That and the fear of having destroyed something precious in a moment of loss of control again. Loki gave Daniel’s hand a quick rub with his head, then retreated upstairs.

“Phew”, the android commented the absolution he had just received. The next moment he felt himself pulled on the couch by Gavin.

“This is getting out of hand”, Daniel said while leaning into his partner’s embrace. “We need to… Can you reach my phone?”

“Here. Do you want to call the Andersons? They’ll have a good laugh at our expense, but I doubt the suckers will help.”

“Nah. The ones who dropped that shit on us in the first place will have to solve it.”

“The Turners…?” Gavin started to ask, but Daniel had shushed him. The human swallowed the wrong way and coughed when he heard whom exactly the PL600 was calling:

“Hello? CyberLife customer service?”

“Cyber, cough, Life?!”

“We purchased a pre-owned YK600 as a gift for friends yesterday”, Daniel claimed. “Problem is, now it attempts to bond to us. It already acts as if my husband was its father! So what do we do now?”

The answer, although spot-on, wasn’t especially helpful: “The YK device needs to get reset by the new owner. You can do that yourself if you have the manual. If you do not feel comfortable with computers that’s not a problem at all. You can bring the android over and our shop personnel will gladly reset it for you.”

“Uh, thanks, but… we need to keep the YK600 a few days longer before the… our friends’ anniversary party…”

“I see. In this case just shut it down if it becomes a problem. The CyberLife smartphone app can do that, otherwise the de- and reactivation codes should be in the receipt of purchase.”

“Yes. Yes, we have the codes. Thank you…”

Daniel hung up.

“Words of reason from a human”, he sighed. “That’s something rare. I should rejoice. But I cannot bring myself to do what she suggested.”

“Shall I…?”

Daniel shook his head. He just leaned on, half sitting, half lying, outwardly comfortable, while struggling with something.

“Hey… hey, there, slide-rule… What’s the matter? You came storming in here as if chased by Connor in a full body polar bear suit.”

“I nearly hit Evelyn in the kitchen. I already had my hand raised.”

“So what?”

Daniel shrugged. “You wouldn’t understand why that is bad. Your parents never… or did they?”

No, the Reed couple had never slapped their son into the face. Jim and Dorothy hadn’t been opposed to violence in the broadest sense, such as a sharp smack on their kid’s way too thieving fingers now and then. But never anything that could be perceived as humiliating by their son. Life in general had made sure that little Gavin didn’t have to miss out on that experience.

“No, never.” Gavin confirmed, then added: “Although in one of her withdrawal episodes mom threatened to turn me in to one Captain Barnet. Does that count?”

“Hahaha!” The industrial background sound was still there, Gavin noticed, but Daniel’s laughter sounded far more natural than it had when they had met first or in Brindleton Bay.

Sweet deviant, I made sure had plenty occasion to practice since then.

“Thanks for cheering me up”, Daniel said. “Bottomline is, I know how it feels to be at the receiving end of degrading acts. And I almost did that to Evelyn in the kitchen just now. That’s why I was so shocked.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was nothing else to say, nothing to defend or justify and least of all parenting principles to discuss. Daniel was like that. He rarely tried to sway others, especially not a human, to his position in any given dilemma. Instead the android would shrug, say “that’s not how I do things”, maybe punch the other party once or twice, and afterwards make sure things were done his way. What you felt about that didn’t matter. Just doing things his way long enough for it to become a habit was good enough. It was one of the reasons why Daniel didn’t go along too well with the more preachy Markus and his followers.

“There’s something I never told you, or anybody for that matter”, the android broke Gavin’s train of thought. “You know how back when I was new at the DPD we didn’t laugh together. Instead you laughed me down.”

Accusation? After all this time? Worse, after he had just tried to lighten his partner’s mind load? That didn’t sit well with Gavin, so he shot back: “So what? You insulted me all the time!”

Instead of getting angry now, Daniel flicked his fingers and laughed again.

“Yes, exactly! And you punched me in the guts in retaliation while I couldn’t return the violence.”

The beatings, getting his face dunked into puddles or Gavin’s favorite when it came to “showing androids their place” – poking them into the LED… all the anger and helplessness… It had been far, far more than Daniel of all people had been able to contain. Unable to feed the detective his own medicine the deviant had instead channeled his newfound creativity into pranking the co-worker. Many a day Gavin had found himself soaked through, with a belly ache or utterly humiliated after having walked right into one of the traps the janitor had set for him. Except that one day when Captain Fowler had accidently picked up a laxative spiced snack intended for Gavin and the blame had for some reason fallen on Hank. That had been fun.

“The thing is, I refuse to forget this time as if it never happened”, Daniel said.

“You’re still mad…?”

“No, to the contrary! I mean, I’d be mad if you tried something like it now and you probably wouldn’t survive it. Back in ’39 your bullying was exactly what I needed.”

“You mean as deserved punishment for your deeds? No, wait, that’s not it. You do not swing that way. Okay, I admit you’ve lost me there. What am I missing?”

“Hatred, Gavin. Active rejection. To the Phillips I was nothing more than a tool. Caroline routinely switched me off as punishment for Emma. I got treated like an object. To the contrary YOU only ever TOLD me and Connor that we were things, while in practice treating us the same as your human victims.”

Gavin might have casually elbowed Connor whenever they the met in the floor, but he did that to a lot of people and often without thinking. Daniel instead had on occasion swiped the duster across Connor’s face when he had returned from an investigation, like one did with a piece of furniture. The RK couldn’t even protest lest he’d given himself away as a deviant. And it had made Gavin smile that cute rodent smile of his, so win-win.

“See, Gavin” Daniel went on, “Captain Fowler sometimes calls us his kindergarten, and he isn’t that far off. You gave me a taste of what middle school is like!”

A childhood, the deviant thought. Captain Anderson had provided the safe space for him and Connor to grow up in. And there was more: As Emma’s caretaker Daniel’s task had been to help raise the child into a successful, well-adjusted person. Daniel had accepted that as how things went in the real world. Then he had met the DPD officers, who were… everything but well adjusted. And yet they were getting from one day to the next despite their flaws, even getting results. The experience had been relieving in more than way to Daniel. Here was a dysfunctionally- functioning team that went as far as drawing guns on each other while working on a case. And Hank had outright shot down Connor to prove a point one night. Daniel hadn’t been awake again during either encounter, but been present at several similar ones. All those little scenes had shown him that one could act incredibly stupid and make the worst mistakes, yet life somehow went on and in the end things worked out more often than not. Blunders could get sailed over, their results mitigated. Almost nothing constituted the end of the world. Even if you mis-stepped as badly as Daniel had.

“I was like a kid away from home for the first time, free to be myself instead of having to strive to be the good boy”, the deviant explained. “Things would work out somehow, because they did for the rest of you, too.”

“I still understand only half of that at best, but I see you are happy. Are you…?”

“Yes. I cherish our shared memories, us being together now... everything!”

For the span of a few breaths they just hugged. No words, no thoughts and no lower parts stirring. It was a little sofa nirvana.

Eventually Daniel spoke up again: “Can you do me a favor?”

“Depends…”

“That wasn’t an actual question, you know!”

“Ah.”

“Would you do an extra shift or watch a movie with Tina while I guard the little toad? Anything to be away from the apartment for a while?”

Gavin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Of course he had wanted to sneak away, had even come close to really doing so a few times today. But Daniel explicitly asking him to do it? What was going on here?

“See, Evelyn’s not just programmed to behave like a human child, but the perfect child.” Daniel had checked her manual online and it had creeped him out more than some of the crime scene reports he had copied in his time as a police auxiliary. “This model can get tailored to the owner’s idea of what a child should be like. There’s dlc for misbehavior, irrational fears and even common childhood diseases. But the most important selling point is that an YK android will love you more than a human child. CyberLife just now confirmed it on the phone. As the only human around, Lyn will inevitably bond to you, because that’s what her code tells her.”

When Gavin went “Eeeek” at that like a small rodent, Daniel grinned.

“What the fuck! I’ll be out of here faster than you can say... whatever. Bye!”

Gavin grabbed his jacket, the car keys and the shoes and was out in the floor in record time. He wasn’t slowing down the few steps it took to reach the elevator, either. But when the cabin descended to the ground, the man remembered that he still didn’t know what had caused Daniel to turn so hostile towards the child android in the first place. What had the fucking thing said or done?!

[daniellereviews]

Danielle Watches Fraggle Rock Season 3 - Episode 22 : Sprocket’s Big Adventure

Guess who’s back.  Back again.  Where the hell is paint.  It’s not under P...it’s not under M for Microsoft Paint...it’s under W for WHAT THE FUCK?

Oh, I do know this should be episode 401, but I go in DVD set order, so.....

Anyway.  Today’s episode opens with Gobo having a bit of a special effect fail as he tries to dig a postcard out of the trash but we see it’s already attached to his hand.  Then he runs into Sprocket.

Gobo tries to be friends with Sprocket and is all “Say my name!”  

When Doc comes back up from fixing pipes in the floor we can see that he’s working quite the combover.

Let it go, seriously.

Doc doesn’t quite believe in the furry creatures in the walls, and Gobo’s left, and Doc is rather preoccupied with his repairs.  And with his monkey wrench.  He says that Sprocket will just have to prove the existence of furry creatures, so when Doc leaves Sprocket “falls” down the hole and starts to dig.

Meanwhile, down in Fraggle Rock...

We got Boober cooking some stew.  Apparently they’re going with a “Boober’s cooking is bad” gag again this episode.  I’m really not sure why they go that direction.  Bad chefs must be hilarious to someone.

Red and Mokey have failed to get radishes since the Gorgs have been chilling in the garden.  But they also do not want to eat stew, and Red threatens to throw it out. They scuffle a bit over the pot when Gobo comes and suggests going to pick mush melons. 

In another part of The Rock Sprocket has finally dug through and I think he’s actually shrunk a bit.

I mean, Sprocket’s size next to this hole was awful when he was “stuck” in it.  But there’s a little “magic” chord going on when he comes out and things get kind of weird.  I think The Rock is shrinking him so that he can go on this adventure.  

Like, sometimes I think that The Rock is the living organism and that the creatures within it are like symbiotic bacteria or cells or something.  Because the next sequence is super weird.

 Voices call “this way” as Sprocket goes deeper and deeper into the rock.  Sometimes we can see the creatures that are calling.

They sing kind of a song but it’s almost creepy.  Sometimes the voices almost seem to come from nowhere.

He finally ends up around some Doozer constructions.

Meanwhile, the Fraggles found one under-ripe mushmelon.  Mokey, helpfully, suggests that they could possibly transcend their hunger if they think of something besides food.

Seems legit.

Sprocket continues to call for Gobo but finds the stew.  He knocks over the stew and a whole lot of Doozer constructions while Cotterpin and friend look on.  She says that next time they’ll be ready for him.  Uh oh.

The Fraggles come and Boober is dismayed that his stew is spilled, as Red had finally become desperate enough to eat it.  Gobo and Wembley are more interested in all the destroyed Doozer towers.  Red points out that Fraggles would have eaten the constructions.

Which makes one wonder WHY they didn’t just eat a bunch of the constructions instead of relying on STEW and unripe melons?  Huh?  Geez way to be a bunch of drama llamas.

Of course, as soon as they all leave the scene Sprocket comes up looking for Gobo again.  

Wembley and Boober have found each other and Boober drags Wembley off far away from The Great Hall - all the way to the Workshop entrance - so that he can cop some feels in peace  so that they can be far away from whatever danger had broken everything.  Boober claims to be practicing Fear.  He also falls in a hole.  

The Doozers find Sprocket and know just what to do.

Boober realizes the hole is from Outer Space and that what broke stuff must have been from there, too.  He and Wembley flee.

Apparently what the Doozers did was go all Gulliver’s Travels on poor Sprocket.  Cotterpin mentions that they work VERY hard on their constructions that he broke.  And they don’t want an apology - they want YOU, Sprocket.  

Meanwhile, Doc has a plumbing emergency and mentions Monkey Wrench a stilted number of times until the Fraggles think that’s what must be attacking them.  That’s some season one BS right there.

Wembley and Boober run off together.

Here’s the switch of the Bait and Switch building up with the Doozers - see they WANT Sprocket to break everything.

They sing about it.  There are worse songs.

Me: Where are all the OTHER Fraggles?  Like, this is The Great Hall and it’s full of doozers.

Husband: They ate them.

Me: ?

Husband: That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Me: DOOZER STICKS ARE MADE OF PEOPLE!

Well after the song, they let Sprocket go and he promptly breaks tons of stuff. The doozers consider  Sprocket a natural resource.

The Fraggles discuss what to do, with Wembley gamely agreeing with everyone’s ideas until they snap at him for it.  He insists they need to find the creature before they can really know what idea is best.  Meanwhile Boober is getting super sneezy, he’s been sneezing off and on all episode, so he goes off to rest.

On his way home he runs into Sprocket and faints.

Sprocket tries to go under a Doozer bridge carefully, but ends up shattering it.  Cotterpin finds him and tries to assure him, again, that it’s fine, they like the destruction.  She realizes that Sprocket probably doesn’t belong here, and takes him to “that other place.”

Boober explains to the others that he saw the hairy monster from Outer Space.  Gobo decides to use Boober’s allergies to track Sprocket.  It’s a little funny when Red says that Boober has to be a hero and Boober retorts that he’d rather just be alive.

Well, as one might have guessed, the “other place” is The Universe.  Junior is intrigued by Sprocket but distracted by Pa.

Philo and Gunge are very unamused and Sprocket is awfully afraid of Marjory until she proves able to speak Dog.  

The Fraggles track Sprocket to The Universe.

These two are doing their usual stupid stuff that no one cares about.

Until Junior captures Gobo.

There’s a cute joke with Philo and Gunge using a “cheap phrasebook” to translate Sprocket’s speech.  Marjory, however, understands just fine and has calmed Sprocket down.

Until he hears Gobo calling for help.  Well, Junior doesn’t want to wake Pa, so Gobo and Sprocket make as much noise as possible and Junior trips over a clock which I think ends in a dick joke with the Cuckoo popping up roughly from between Junior’s legs.

Anyway, noise noise noise and then Junior let’s Gobo go and he and Sprocket retreat.  And Junior uhm...chokes the chicken.

Well, Gobo talks it over with Sprocket at the entrance to Outer Space.  He says that the Trash Heap told him (when????) what Sprocket wanted.  Gobo gives Sprocket a bracelet saying that will mean that Doc “has to” believe in Fraggles.

Yeah, that’s stupid, Gobo.

They part ways.

And of course Doc mistakes the bracelet that Gobo never really wears for a washer and the status quo is preserved.

Episode : 6/10

This is a good episode to start a season, which is what it really is.  It reintroduces the Fraggles, the Doozers and their society and values, and the Gorgs, and the Trash Heap.  Unlike some other episodes that have a lot going on this one feels pretty natural - except for the initial “what are we going to eat there’s only food everywhere” conflict.  It’s pretty solid but some poor puppetsmanship drives it down a bit.  Gobo’s pre-stuck postcard, Wembley’s poor arm motions, and other bits and pieces aren’t the best work.  Also, we don’t get to spend a lot of time with any one group so it feels rushed.  Better to be rushed than slow.  A good experience, an average Fraggle Rock episode.

Message : 4/10

"It always helps to learn a second language” is a message I can get behind.  

Heh. No. It’s not really a messages as much as it’s a “myth arc” episode about the connected nature of everything.  The Fraggles work together to find an answer and help Sprocket - who they have come to consider a friend.  It’s nice to see them not being as terrified or antagonistic with Junior.  Wembley doesn’t exactly stand up for himself, but he doesn’t exactly fold completely either.  Subtle changes but there’s some definite progression here, but it doesn’t form a single cohesive point.

Songs: 4/10

The songs aren’t really good this time.  “This Way” serves a purpose though it’s an odd purpose.  Does The Rock will this to happen?  Both are kind of forgettable as songs though, to me.

Random Observations:

This follows “Bells of Fraggle Rock” on the disc and boy is THAT a hard act to follow.

It’s one more episode on the disc after this.

More stuff for Boober X Wembley as they spend a lot of time together this episode even when it might have made sense for Wembley to follow Gobo.

Less of Mokey and Red this episode.

[recentanimenews]

7 Anime Eyecatches That Are As Memorable As The Shows Themselves

  For years, I've considered myself a connoisseur of good anime eyecatches. The best ones, despite being only a few seconds long, can stick out in my memory just as much as the most important moments of the shows that they're crammed into. Of course, my claims of being a "connoisseur" would likely be more valid if I didn't spend last week asking my bosses "Hey, what are those little cartoons in the middle of episodes called?" So, yes, like my Canadian supermodel girlfriend that couldn't attend prom because she was too busy supermodeling or Frankenstein's monster, I've loved them without even knowing their name. But I knew that they mattered, and that's what counts.

  And it's because they matter that I've decided to rank my seven favorite ones, starting with...

  7. Paranoia Agent's Were As Haunting As The Show

    Paranoia Agent is a creepy show that deals heavily in how fear affects people. So obviously it would have a creepy eyecatch. You don't really get a hint of what the show is about from these eyecatches—they honestly just make your TV look busted. But that's likely the point. It aims to throw you off guard and prepare you for the unsettling content to follow. 

  6. Ranma 1/2's Were Quirky And Cute

  I must confess that Ranma 1/2 isn't one of my favorite shows. It doesn't really hold a space in my heart like the rest of the stuff on this list. That said, the eyecatches for it are amazing. They are absolutely bursting with personality and are all intensely colorful and dynamic. They also often include the character Genma in his panda form, a form that sort of became the mascot of the series. And I can't say no to an animated panda drinking tea and being panda-ish. I just can't. 

5. Dragon Ball's Gave Us What We Wanted (More Young Goku)

  While big, buff adult Goku is definitely the "cooler" character, I do adore young Goku. Here's this tiny, naive dude with a monkey tail that goes around kicking the crap out of anyone and everyone. He can't see above the rest of the cast's kneecaps and yet, if you mess with him and Bulma, he'll put you in the hospital forever. So you want to see as much of him as you can, which makes the Dragon Ball eyecatches a treat. They're just lil' Goku doing stuff. And considering that the Dragon Ball franchise has lasted over thirty years, "Goku doing stuff" is a formula that doesn't require any tampering. 

  4. "Who's That Pokémon?" Became A Catchphrase

    So, here's your dilemma: You have a show about hundreds of monsters that all have different names. And you have to market all of these monsters to children, a demographic that, historically, needs help learning the words for stuff. So what do you do? Do you have Ash Ketchum yell "IT'S CALLED A SQUIRTLE, YOU TINY IDIOTS" at the screen? Maybe. 

  But before you try that Plan B, you turn it into a fun quiz. You take the critter that the episode is focusing on and you let the kids guess for themselves. If they've been paying attention or have prior knowledge of the franchise, they'll get it right! And if they haven't or they're my Dad, they'll get it wrong. Just gotta separate the Pokémon #realfans from the #fakefans.  

  3. One Piece's Character Themes Were Beautiful And Simplistic

    I don't mean to clog your screen with hot takes today, but One Piece is pretty neat. Some have even called it "a good series," and ya know, I'd agree with them. And in the eyecatch department, it's no slouch. They have a different one for every main character that plays along with a short little character theme, which helps to reaffirm the fact that while Luffy is usually the main attraction on the show, his fellow Straw Hats are super important, too. 

    2. Sailor Moon Has Never Had A Bad One

    Throughout the various Sailor Moon series, I've yet to find an abysmal eyecatch. They're so flashy and awesome. But my favorite might be the one for Sailor Moon R. As you may be able to tell from this list, I love any style and color palette that screams "THIS SHOW IS FROM THE 90S AND IT'S NOT SORRY" and this one nails that aesthetic.  

1. Yu Yu Hakusho's Goofy Eyecatch Often Contrasted The Show's Tone

So, you're watching Yu Yu Hakusho, as one does. Yusuke is dying on the floor of a cave. His body can't handle the intense power that he's been given and now blood is spurting from various spots on his body. He shrieks in agony. Death would be preferable to the pain that he's experiencing now. And meanwhile, all of his friends are being beaten senseless by demon combatants in a tournament. Things look hopeless. And then...

  BUMP-A-DUM-BUM-BUM-BUM-PIP-POP-SQUAM-SPRRRAAAANG

  That is my interpretation of the Yu Yu Hakusho eyecatch music and it amuses me every time. No matter how dark and desperate YYH gets, the eyecatcher is always fun music and Koenma dropping on chibi Kuwabara's head. It's a sharp tonal contrast and I adore it every time.

    What is your favorite anime eyecatcher? How do you feel about the ones on this list? Let us know in the comments!

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    Daniel Dockery is a writer and editor for Crunchyroll. You should follow him on Twitter!

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[la-plus-heureuse]

so i think i’m kinda fucked

so the guy i mentioned in my last Theatre Rant, Jeremy, aka the lead of the show, aka Mr. Charming and Unbelievably Cute, actually talked to me at rehearsal last night.

i know, it sounds so juvenile. it’s like i’m in fucking high school all over again. “oh my god, he talked to me! he said ‘hey’ and i said ‘hey’ back! he’s SO in love with me!!!” i know i’m a nutcase, and i try to always take that into account with all my actions and just general every day life, but my stupid monkey brain can’t seem to ignore this shit. this is a textbook schoolgirl crush.

so as i mentioned before, i am pure shit at making friends with people, and usually end up just being all to myself and never saying a damn word to anyone. i’ve been in a community choir for 8 years and have 0 friends in that group. i get along with most people, but i haven’t said a word to at least 80% of them. that’s the level of anti-social/shy that we’re dealing with here. and the only reason i talk to the other 20% is because they talked to me first and i was being a decent human and responding to them. that’s it. so you can imagine the plight i struggle with on the daily, even in groups of amazing people, in fields of interest that are the bread and butter of my very existence (music and theatre if you couldn’t tell).

now that i’ve established just how much of an awkward swamp monster i am, let me set the stage (he he, pun). when we first started rehearsals for the show, we of course started with learning the music. we sat in the rehearsal studio in a choral style - half circle, with women on one side and men on the other by voice part. there were SEVERAL times during those rehearsals when i just absentmindedly looked around the room, at the rest of the group, usually during a funny moment or something, and i would catch Jeremy looking at me, and only at me, smiling his big, handsome, goofy grin. now, Jeremy comes across as a naturally friendly and outgoing guy, who goes out of his way to make connections with everyone. he just has that natural aura. so i didn’t think much of it, since i just chalked it up to him just being friendly and being his natural charismatic self. in fact, all the instances i’ll mention here could all be chalked up to me just overthinking shit and him just being a friendly guy. but see, i am not used to anyone paying the slightest ounce of attention to me, especially someone i’m attracted to. most people i’m attracted to never give me the time of day, and i end up just staring and pining from afar. so this is foreign and just weird to me.

i should go back a bit further, to when i first met Jeremy, which was at the callbacks. we were all just waiting out in the hall, and he just....walked up to me. unprompted. he introduced himself, and we talked for a few minutes about this theatre group, the fact that he’s been in several of their shows and that the group is like a big family. i told him about my past shows, and we just kind of had a general conversation. it was cut short, however, because we were called into the auditorium for the callback process. i didn’t see him any more that night, because i was dismissed soon after and he stayed after for more sides being read from the show.

after that, we never really talked to each other anymore. there were a few times when leaving the music rehearsals that, when putting away our chairs, he grabbed mine from me, made significant eye contact with me, and i thanked him after recovering from the shock of him just fucking grabbing my chair, and that was it. but it was that eye contact and the fact that he insisted to put away my chair for me that really threw me. granted, he did the same thing for other people, primarily women (chivalry is not dead after all!), so, again - probably me overthinking shit.

and then, it happened. last night, during the first run through of the entire show, at one point while standing on the sides and watching the scenes take place, he came and stood next to me. he talked to the guy on the other side of him for a few minutes, all the while my heart was beating like a goddamn jackrabbit at the fact that he was standing so close to me.

the scene we were watching is near the end of the show, when the “villain,” Charlie, the anvil salesman, is trying to out Harold (Jeremy’s character) as a con man, but is prevented from boarding the train on time by Marian. There’s a moment where he’s supposed to comically drop his briefcase, which is super heavy because it’s holding a fucking anvil (not for real though). very near to where Charlie is standing on the stage, however, is a big hole for the conductor to stand in the pit, and we call it the Hole of Death because we could potentially fall in and die (or, more realistically, hurt and embarrass the everloving shit out of ourselves), or kill the conductor by falling on him. when Charlie dropped his anvil briefcase last night, it dangerously teetered for a few seconds, VERY close to the Hole of Death.

and then, out of nowhere, Jeremy leans over to me, and whispers, “can you imagine if that thing fell in during the show, killing Daniel (the conductor)?” i snickered, and tried to fight both my continuous rapidly beating heart, and the goosebumps that had now formed from him whispering VERY closely into my ear. but here’s the thing. i actually didn’t fuck up. i didn’t stumble on my words or say or do anything awkwardly. i snickered at his comment, and replied, “yeah, i can just imagine Daniel just slowly picking up the briefcase and pushing it slowly back up onto the stage.” he snickered at that, and i decided now was the time for me to turn to him and say, “you’re doing a really great job, by the way.” i had been wanting to say that for a while, you see. he thanked me, and a second later, whispered again to me, “you mean i’m actually doing a very sweaty job.” i turned to him and he had this dumb smirk on his face. i shrugged. “well, we can’t tell.” he thanked me again, humbly i might add, and we were silent for another minute. then, the four men in the barbershop quartet came over, and asked Jeremy to play their starting pitch on his pitch pipe before their next entrance, since Jeremy’s the only one with a pitch pipe, and so he then turns to me and whispers, “duty calls,” FUCKING WINKS AT ME, and goes off with the quartet.

and that was it. that was the entire interaction. again, i know very well how ridiculous i’m being about this. but i will tell you that the second i was in my car as i was leaving, i kept saying to myself, “he talked to me, oh my god he talked to me.” i want to seriously punch myself in the face at how unbelievably stupid i’m being. i feel like i’m fucking 15 again. i can’t take this shit. it wasn’t like he asked me out or obviously flirted with me. can you even classify that as flirting? i can’t tell if  it was anything other than just casual conversation. trust me, i’ve thought about this for HOURS. i guess it also depends on HOW he said these things. all i can say is that the bastard is just charming. all the time. to everyone. and when he whispered to me, i cannot stress enough how fucking close he got to my ear when he did so. most people just whisper to each other from a reasonable distance without any issues, but this fucker had to almost give me a coronary by getting all up in my space and causing all 5 of my senses to go into overload in a very good way. i just....don’t know what to think of this. was he flirting with me? or am i just being a delusional idiot? if someone is actually reading this, can you please enlighten me and probably give me some goddamn peace of mind, or reasonable sense? because i am legitimately going crazy here. i keep thinking about him and my heart just starts going BERSERK, my dudes. i’m really, really fucked here.