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"Teenage Dirtbag— I think I'm okay"

Angst! Rodrick Heffley x reader pt 6

"She's walkin' over to me, this must be fake" romantic. + platonic

♡ Ayyeee, I'm back with part 6, this will NOT MAKE SENSE WITHOUT PART READING THE OTHER PARTS, SO DO MAKE SURE TO READ THEM! GOD THIS ONE IS SO LONG I'M SORRY GUYS IT'S LIKE 8K+ WORDS... like wtf, but this is basically Spring Dance (idk I'm British and the American school system baffles me) gone wrong and stupid garage afterparty. Welcome to part 4 of "Think I'm okay!" CW: self harm (sh) reference, the chocolate fountain thing , cheating (on You), misogyny, toxic relationships, cannon characters in this part word count: 8409 masterlist of all parts song4this: "Teenage Dirtbag" by Wheetus

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And yeah, you didn't. You didn't see him for the whole of midterms, even the music room was closed during exam season just before spring. You keep thinking about him though; thinking about how he probably skipped all his exams while staring at your phone half in regret that you never got his number.

What were you? Friends? Friends don't look at each other that way. "Just-friends" don't meet when you're about to off yourself, nor do they lay on bathroom floors with you and drown your dress in antiseptic.

You're halfway up a ladder, arms stretched above your head as you staple one last Spring Fling poster onto the bulletin board by the gym. The air smells like chalk dust, cafeteria bleach, and cherry lip gloss—yours, obviously. The sleeves of your cardigan keep slipping down as you reach, but you don't care since you're like 6ft above everyone else on this thing and yeah its a breath of fresh air from a crowded highschool gaggle.

Then you hear it.

The distinct, dragging shuffle of scuffed boots on linoleum.

You don't even need to look to know who it is. The air just feels different when he's around—denser, like everything's about to tilt off-balance.

Rodrick.

Of course it's him. Back like nothing happened. Same bandshirt from God-knows-how-many-days ago, same hair like he lost a fight with a lawn mower and still came out cocky. He's got a flyer in his hand—probably picked it up off the floor or stole it from a desk—and he's just standing there, staring up at your legs.

"Real subtle," you mutter without turning, keeping your focus on the staple gun. God, why did you say that? What happened to hi? Hello?

Rodrick blinks, mouth twitching. "I wasn't—okay, maybe a little."

You roll your eyes, stepping down off the ladder with a little thud. The moment your heels hit the ground, the weird tension drops too.

"So, what—finally got tired of ditching class and pretending you're too punk rock to care?"

Rodrick smirks. "Nah, I just heard there'd be glitter. Couldn't resist."

You pause, holding his gaze for a beat longer than you should. He looks... the same. And also like he's been living in grayscale until now.

You shove a poster into his chest.

"Here. Make yourself useful and tag along. The more the merrier."

Rodrick stares at it. "'Spring Fling: A Night to Remember'? Kinda dramatic, don't you think?"

You barely have time to roll your eyes at Rodrick's sarcastic comment before the sound of thundering footsteps barrels down the corridor like a stampede. You already know who it is. Only one pack of teenage boys is ALLOWED to be that loud, that obnoxious, and that full of expensive body spray.

"NATHAN! Yo!" one of them shouts, tossing a football down the hall like you're not literally standing in the way. You duck instinctively.

"Sorry, babe," Nathan grins, suddenly appearing at your side with an arm slung over your shoulder like a claim. His team hoots and hollers like they're in a music video, not a hallway. He's already sweaty from warm-ups, jersey clinging to his chest. You feel Rodrick stiffen next to you, just barely—arms crossed, jaw tight.

"Didn't know you were out here putting up decorations," Nathan says, glancing at the posters with a lopsided smirk. "That's cute."

You force a small smile, leaning away from his grip a little too subtly. "Yeah, well. Not all of us get excused from student body work just 'cause we can throw a ball."

Rodrick lets out a low chuckle behind you. You can practically feel the "get his ass" energy radiating off him.

Nathan ignores it, eyes zeroing in on you. "Practice is starting up soon. Come by the field? I want you to see my new plays—Coach says I might be MVP again."

You nod, "Yeah, sure."

Nathan plants a quick kiss on your cheek and jogs off, yelling something back to his team. And just like that, the hallway returns to its low buzz hum of chatter.

You don't turn around at first. You just stare at the floor, a little too long.

"Must be nice," Rodrick mutters, and when you glance back at him, he's not looking at you—just at the now-empty corridor like he's trying to burn a hole through it with his eyes. "Having the whole hallway clear out just 'cause your boyfriend walks by."

You blink. "You jealous of the hallway?"

He shrugs, eyes flicking to yours, guarded. "Nah. Just wish people cleared out when I showed up."

You snort, shaking your head. "They do. They just run the opposite direction."

"You're meant to selling this dance to me, not acting like a prick so I don't want to go." Rodrick scoffs, though there's no real bite behind it. 

"Well, come if you want, just don't oh, I don't know..." You pause, deliberately to drag it out, "Knock over the chocolate fountain this time?"

Rodrick could absolutely sock you for that, but the little smirk you have on your face makes him pause and he just... can't get mad.

"Oh shut up." He groans a little, half annoyed and half relieved he's talking to you again after so many months.

Rodrick wants to die. And certainly doesn't want to go anyway.

.

"You're going," Susan said, arms crossed, voice firm in that I've had three kids and I will not be tested tone.

Rodrick flopped dramatically on the couch like his bones no longer worked. "Why? Why would I willingly walk into a school function where they play Pitbull and judge your shoes?"

"Because it's a dance, Rodrick. A school dance," she emphasized, moving to block the TV screen so he'd actually look at her. "You're a senior. This might be one of the last chances you have to make a real memory before you graduate and start... whatever it is you think you're going to do."

"I have a band, Mom," he groaned, trying to peer around her, nochalantly shrugging at whatever she says. "We were gonna go mess with someone's car again. You know. Real memory-making stuff."

Susan didn't move. "Your band can wait. Besides—" she tilted her head with a mom smirk—"I heard someone's been skipping a few too many classes lately. Maybe this is your chance to show you're still involved."

Rodrick looked personally attacked. "Who told you that?"

She raised an eyebrow. "I have eyes, Rodrick. And the school sends me emails. You'd know that if you checked anything besides your phone."

"Unreal," he muttered, sitting up halfway. "I don't even have anything to wear. What do you want me to do, show up in my Slayer tee and jeans that smell like pizza rolls?"

Susan smiled too sweetly. "I bought you a shirt. It has buttons."

He stared at her, betrayed. "A button-up?"

She patted his shoulder, already walking toward the stairs. "You'll live. Be ready by six. And Rodrick?" she paused at the top, eyes twinkling. 

Rodrick groaned, his hands hitting his leg in annoyance as he peered down at her from his room.

"Maybe try brushing your hair this time."

He groaned again, flopping back down with a dramatic thud, staring at the ceiling like the world was ending. A button-up. And worst of all—he had a weird feeling he might run into you.

And that terrified him more than Pitbull ever could, enough that he had to redo his buttons like five times because he kept attaching them on a diagonal.

Okay, maybe it wasn't pure horror that was making him do that, maybe it was because he genuinely can't button up a shirt because the last time he wore one was when he got kicked out the church for showing up without pants.

He's so damn useless.

.

The bedroom looked like a boutique got drunk and exploded. Dresses clung to door frames, half-zipped garment bags draped over chairs, and the scent of heat-damaged hair and Bath & Body Works body mist made the air humid and nostalgic.

  "Somebody find the lash glue!" someone yelled, probably Madison, because she'd been pacing around in nothing but a towel for the last twenty minutes, clutching a tube of Baby Lips like it was a mic. You should know because she was screaming at you to get out the bathroom because you took too long covering your scars with thick layers of foundation; I guess foundation doesn't stick to glitter very well.

"I'm not going if my eyes are naked. I will simply perish." Trust me, no one's eyes were naked; all very much smoky eye and lip gloss.

You adjusted the sweetheart neckline of your dress in the smudged vanity mirror, trying not to flinch at the flyaway curl that refused to obey gravity. You debated whether adding MORE glitter spray would fix it... or just stick that lock of hair into a random braid. It was pissing you off, and you really did consider gluing it down with lash-glue.

Everywhere was one of the bold jewel tones; electric blue, hot pink, royal purple, or the classic black 'nd silver sparkle combo and it made your eyes hurt like you were staring directly into strobe lights.

 Someone's curling iron hissed behind you. Pop music from a Spotify playlist blared through tinny speakers—something Ke$ha-y and glittery. Every few seconds, a flash went off. The Valencia-filtered mirror selfies were piling up already, each one messier than the last.

"Okay but is this dress too much?" you asked no one and everyone, smoothing the skirt down nervously. It was a poofy, hi-low dress that made you look a bit like a peacock: cut short at the front, but trailed behind you around the back.

A chorus of "nooo, you look hot" echoed without pause, followed by "Nathan's gonna lose his mind when he sees you," and then someone cackled, "or whoever else is looking."

You smiled, but didn't answer. Instead, your thumb hovered over your phone screen, checking Rodrick's story again. Nothing. Not that you were checking. Not on purpose. Not like he'd even go. Not like he'd even care, since they banned student-performances after what happened at Heather's sweet-sixteen and she threw a fit at the Principal.

Still.

You looked back at your reflection—mascara still slightly clumpy, the hem of your dress brushing your knees just right, the chunky rhinestone bracelet twinkling under the bedroom light. You didn't feel perfect. But you looked it. And tonight, that would be enough.

Downstairs, someone's mom yelled, "LIMO'S OUTSIDE!"

Shrieks. Scrambling. Perfume mist in the air like fog. 

It wasn't a limo, of course, it was some jock dude's dad's convertible, Nathan in the passenger seat already manspreading like he owned the damn road.

"Shotgun's mine, losers," he called as you stepped out in your heels, balancing a tiny purse and your phone like your life depended on it. He leaned back with his arm slung behind the seat, tossing you a wink. You smiled, but it didn't reach all the way.

"Ugh, I'm sitting bitch again," Madison groaned as everyone crammed in. Someone had to sit half on someone else's thigh; someone else's hair immediately got caught in the door. There was a shriek of "MY DRESS!" before the engine roared to life, and the car peeled off into the suburban road, glitter and chaos trailing behind.

The drive felt like the start of a music video—wind whipping through carefully styled hair, cheap jewelry rattling, everyone laughing too loud, too forced. Die Young by Ke$ha blasted from the speakers, and someone yelled, "This is our night, bitches!"

Nathan reached over to put a hand on your thigh, just a casual flex of control. You didn't pull away, but you didn't lean in either. Your eyes were on the road, on the way the sun dipped behind the school gym's roofline in the distance. That weird feeling was back—like a pit in your stomach dressed in rhinestones.

The school parking lot was already packed. String lights lit up the path to the entrance, and some teachers awkwardly hovered outside like underpaid bouncers. Balloons in spring pastels framed the doorway, and you could faintly hear the thump of bass inside, like a heartbeat behind the walls.

Nathan swung the car into a crooked spot, barely braking before hopping out and offering you a hand. "Ready for prom 0.5?" he said with a smirk.

"It's not prom, babe" you muttered with a half-smile, fixing the hem of your dress as you stepped out.

He didn't hear. Or pretended not to and continued to clutch your hand as you walked inside.

The gym had been utterly transformed. Streamers crisscrossed the ceiling, fairy lights hung like stars, and the DJ booth was already pumping out some remix of a song that was barely a year old. People were crowding the dance floor, others were perched around the edges like it was some glittery battlefield.

You blinked, heels clicking against the gym floor as you walked in, Nathan's hand ghosting the small of your back.

And across the room—somewhere near the bleachers, still as ever—Rodrick Heffley stood like a misplaced shadow. Mismatched black tie. Slightly wrinkled dress shirt. Hair a little messy, but not in the usual 'I just woke up in a trash can' way.

He was here.

And he was staring right at you.

But somewhere between Call Me Maybe and an aggressively off-key group scream of Timber, you lost track of where Nathan was.

The dance floor was a minefield of sweaty bodies and sticky soda spills, and you were caught right in the middle—arms looped around shoulders that weren't yours, your own hand gripped by some girl you barely even knew from chem, spinning you like you were best friends.

"Dance with us, oh my god, stop being a priss!" someone squealed, pulling you closer. A guy in a shiny vest bumped into you hard, laughing like he didn't notice. Even suits, on guys were obnoxiously shiny with vests and open-collar shirts like some Shakespearan twink.

You stumbled a bit, catching yourself, heels wobbling on the gym floor.

"Jesus," you muttered, trying to laugh it off, but your smile was pinched. The music vibrated through your ribs.

And in the corner of your eye—through the haze of disco lights and poorly ventilated fog machine clouds—you caught sight of him.

Rodrick.

He was raiding the snack table with the confidence of someone who clearly had not been invited, tongue out slightly as he tried to stack like, six cookies on a single flimsy napkin. Dressed like someone whose mom had ironed his shirt five minutes before he left and gave up halfway through. Tie crooked. Hair not quite right.

He looked...exactly how you remembered him. Out of place. In his own world. And weirdly invincible for it. You're a little jealous.

You stared a little too long. Like you were trying to memorize him again. Then someone yelled "Move!" and a pair of shoulders shoved past you. You blinked and looked away.

Time blurred after that—chattering girls, photos with forced smiles, soda spills that smelled faintly of fake fruit, Mr. Lacey threatening to shut everything down if someone didn't stop making obnoxious sex noises by the speaker.

You needed air.

The gym doors creaked open as you stepped out, the cold night air biting pleasantly at your cheeks. The lot was mostly empty now, just the sound of music echoing faintly behind you, until—

You froze.

The convertible. That convertible.

Heather Hills sat perched in the driver's seat, her legs up, golden hair tousled like she'd just come from a magazine shoot. Lip gloss smeared in a way that wasn't accidental. And Nathan—your boyfriend—was leaned in close, hand on the headrest behind her, laughing. That quiet, smug kind of laugh.

You watched as she touched his chest, planting another fat, wet one on his lips.

And he didn't move away.

Something inside you sank slow and sharp, like someone had cut the strings holding you up.

You just stood there like an idiot, glitter catching on your lashes like it was trying to decorate the silence. You can't even go down there and confront him because you're sure if you even tried to walk down the steps in your current condition you'd tumble over and break your back.

Behind you, the gym doors creaked open again, and a familiar lazy voice groaned, "Dude, they ran outta punch, what the hell—"

Rodrick.

He spotted you immediately. Stopped mid-step, still holding his cup and a tragically bent cookie. Brows furrowing, head tilting.

"...Hey," he said, quieter this time.

Upon closer look, you realised looked unusally thick and creased with a faint outline of another shirt underneath. This dork.

And even though the air was freezing, and your heart had just cracked clean down the center, you gave him the tiniest, smallest, fakest smile in the world.

Rodrick didn't even clock your expression. He felt like something had just neuron-activated in his brain, seeing you in that obnoxiously bold dress, sweetheart neckline around your breasts and the glitter catching in your collarbones and along your shoulders like you were dipped in stars or wearing a real life Instagram filter—he swore he forgot how to breathe.

Jesus Christ.

Why did you have to look like THAT.

He felt like some part of his teenage loser brain just got sucker-punched awake, but no he couldn't discern the expression on your face.

Or maybe he did and was just, y'know...being Rodrick.

"Yo, you know they've got mini donuts in there?" he said, voice way too loud for the dead quiet outside. He held one up proudly, like the tiny thing would hide his reddening face. "I thought it was a meatball at first so I like, bit it and I was like, 'Why's this meatball sweet?'—"

"Rodrick," you hissed, panic snapping through your throat.

He paused mid-ramble, donut halfway to his mouth.

"What?"

"Shut up."

Your hand latched onto his wrist and you yanked him back toward the gym before he could even blink. He staggered a bit, mouth full, confused as hell but letting you drag him anyway.

"What the—, I just got out here! You dragging me for round two on the dance floor? Because I'm telling you now, I don't grind. That's like, against my religion or whatever."

You spun him around by the back door, ducking beneath the glowing EXIT sign, breathing hard.

Rodrick blinked down at you, finally catching the look on your face. Your shoulders were tense, hands still clenched, chest rising like something was caught there and wouldn't go down.

"...Okay," he said slowly, "either someone pissed in your punch or you just watched Nathan pull something seriously dumb."

You didn't say anything.

But you didn't have to.

Because now Rodrick's eyes flicked past you, through the cracked door where Heather's laugh floated on the breeze like a knife. And something in his face settled into that rare, quiet stillness that only came out when things weren't a joke anymore.

"...Shit," he muttered. "That's what you meant by shut up."

You crossed your arms, biting the inside of your cheek so hard it hurt. "No, Rodrick. I just really didn't want anyone to interrupt your story about donut meatballs."

He winced. "Okay. Fair."

Silence. Not even the fun kind.

Just the kind where the music from inside bled through the gym doors, thumping like a heartbeat neither of you wanted to acknowledge.

You had your hands hovering just above your face—not touching, not really—just... floating there. Like you wanted to press in, hide behind them, but you remembered the effort it took to get your eyeliner symmetrical and said no thanks to the meltdown. Your fingers twitched near your temples. A sigh tried to escape you and everything was annoying you even if it was unfair you said:

"...are you wearing a..." You squint, leaning in so close he swears he's going to get dusted in glitter too, examining the scratchy letters that formed a sort of V-shape, "Rammestein shirt?"

"Look, this button-up isn't even mine, its my dad's."

You pull back, laughing softly and he thinks its music (not his screaming-metal type but more like a catchy pop song) to his ears, especially after seeing you so disraught only a moment ago.

"That's so fucking stupid." 

Rodrick stood there, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, holding back a grin that you knew the band, but was still calling him stupid.

"I dunno a single word in any of their songs. German sounds badass though."

You roll your eyes, "Did you fail German back in middle school? Or did you try taking Spanish instead?"

"Neither. I can't read shit in English, why would I know Spanish?" Rodrick deadpans, clutching his tiny donut and cup of punch.

You smile, your lips suddenly feeling stupidly sticky with lipgloss and everything you were wearing was suddenly a sensory issue.

He scratched the back of his neck like his skin suddenly didn't fit right either. He watched your glitter catch the light and decided this was the most painful crush he's ever had.

Yeah, he's gonna admit it, he has a crush on someone else's girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend, in the near future probably, but it still felt weird because he's self-aware his ego isn't that inflated to pull someone else's girlfriend.

God. Yeah. He had a crush.

Not just a "oh, she's hot" kind of crush either. Not the kind he used to have on some older chick from a magazine, or even that stupid, overhyped thing with Heather Hills because she had blonde hair and nice legs. No, this one was personal. Sharp-edged and humiliating. It made his stomach knot and his face burn and his tongue trip over itself anytime you looked directly at him for more than three seconds, even if most of the time you looked at him like a piece of shit.

And it sucked.

Because you had a boyfriend. Quarterback dude with abs and a car and one of those faces that parents love, even when he's a dick. And Rodrick wasn't gonna pretend he was some noble guy about it either—he wanted to hate the guy just for existing, but also...didn't feel like he was even in the same league. Not with the band tees, the sarcasm, the chronic inability to ask for anything without sounding like a joke.

Still.

He watched the glitter on your shoulders flicker like starlight. Heard the way your laugh cracked like glass earlier when you were trying not to cry. And it hit him. Hard.

Yeah, no way out of this one. Rodrick Heffley had a full-blown, pathetic, slow-burning, feels-like-getting-punched-in-the-gut crush on you. And losers with crushes do stupid things.

"Wanna dance?" he blurted out, because clearly his mouth didn't have the same filter as his brain tonight.

You stared. Hard.

Eyes over your manicured fingertips dolled out with heavy press-ons, blinking slow.

His confidence wavered fast, like a kid realizing the slide is way taller than it looked from the ground. "I mean—not like, grind or anything. I got kicked out of church but I still feel like Jesus or something is watching me," he added quickly, joking but also kind of wishing the floor would eat him.

You just kept staring.

Then—

"...You're such an idiot."

And you dropped your hands and let out a breath that might've been a laugh. Maybe. Almost.

But you didn't walk away.

Didn't scoff or shoot him down or roll your eyes like he half-expected. Instead, you just kinda... melted. Like all the fight had slowly drained out of you and left behind something soft, something sad and open. Your hands hovered awkwardly near his arms before settling at his shoulders. Close. Closer than he thought you'd ever let him be.

Rodrick blinked. Panic set in—but only for a second—because holy shit you said yes. You were dancing with him.

Or, well, trying to.

Because within five seconds, he'd managed to step on your toe and nearly elbow someone behind him in the ribs. His hands were hovering somewhere between your ribs and waist like he was holding a bomb. His knees bent weird. His head was doing something strange.

You stared up at him like you were watching a toddler try to walk.

"The fuck are you doing?" you blurted, half-laughing, half-offended. "That's not how you—what even is that?"

"I dunno!" he whisper-yelled, defensive already. "I panicked! I've never slow danced with someone before, okay? I thought it was like...swaying or some shit!"

You couldn't even be mad. You just snorted and leaned your head forward, bumping into his chest lightly. "You're such a dumbass, take that shirt off you look far too...hot."

You had to pause at the double meaning in that; yeah, maybe you did have a thing for Rodrick but you felt like you had nothing to lose now.

"What, right here—"

"Like, warm! You're literally overheating," You tug him to the side, waddling backwards in your sparkly shoes and start to unbutton his far-too-large dress shirt behind the desserts table.

Rodrick let you drag him like some half-reluctant, half-thrilled mannequin, his boots scuffing awkwardly across the gym floor as you pulled him behind the dessert table, all glittery and glowing and far too determined.

"I mean, who wears flannel over a band tee to a dance?" you muttered, fingers already popping open the buttons like you were defusing a bomb. "It's like ninety degrees in here."

"I didn't know there was a dress code," Rodrick grumbled, standing there all stiff with his arms half-raised, heart thudding hard enough to make him dizzy. "Also, rude. This shirt's vintage."

You gave him a flat look as you yanked the flannel fully open. "It's a worn-out Rammstein tee with a mustard stain on the hem."

Rodrick looked down. "Battle damage."

You didn't dignify that with a response. You just slid the flannel off his arms and tossed it somewhere behind the punch bowl, huffing. But you didn't step away. Not yet. You stayed close, fingers lingering a second too long on the edge of the tee like you were thinking about something you shouldn't think about.

And Rodrick? Rodrick was fighting for his goddamn life.

You looked like that—like this—and your lip gloss was catching the light and your dress was hugging your waist in a way that made his brain static. And for once, you were touching him, tugging at him, focused entirely on him.

So yeah. He took the moment to admire you. A little too long. A little too obvious. Eyes trailing over your neck, the curve of your collarbones, the shimmer along your jaw.

"You done gawking?" you said, quirking a brow.

Rodrick cleared his throat. Loudly. "Yeah. No. Maybe. Shut up."

"Too many maybes, I'm going to flip out." You groan, fiddling with his buttons, "I mean, maybe I'm some slut who dances with the first guy she sees after her boyfriend cheats on her since well, you're a fucking loser and I'm a hypocrite huh?"

The words just started tumbling out your mouth, tightly-laced with frustration, before you could stop yourself.

Rodrick's mouth dropped open. Like his brain had blue-screened. Just static in his skull, completely unprepared for the self-destruction you just spit out. He blinked hard, hands twitching at his sides like they wanted to hold you but didn't know how, didn't know if they were allowed to.

"No—wait—you're not—I mean, you're not like that, you're..." He made a strangled noise. "You're cool, like really... like you're just—fuck—you're wonderful, okay?!"

It came out like he was having an allergic reaction to sincerity. Like the word "wonderful" had to be ripped from the back of his throat.

You just stared at him.

"...you just call me wonderful?" Your voice cracked half in disbelief, half in... something else. Of all things, he picked something corny like that? Talking like an almond mom?

Rodrick immediately turned red, like he'd been caught naked mid-thought. "I—I didn't mean it like a grandma way, I just—like, you're—shit, you're so much sometimes, I mean it in a good way, I swear—"

You blinked at him, wide-eyed. And for a second, just a second, the ache in your chest loosened. Just from how sincerely bad he was at saying something nice. And how hard he was trying anyway.

You laughed.

Not a cute, closed-mouth laugh either. An actual, full-on, open-mouthed cackle that made your lipgloss smear just slightly across your top lip, catching the light in a way that made Rodrick's already-fried brain just fully implode. Your shoulders shook, eyes crinkling, and he could feel the way your fingers tugged at the last button on his shirt—pop—and it all felt way too intimate for something happening behind the dessert table at a high school dance.

And then it happened.

In his dazed, flustered haze, he shifted his foot—just slightly—bumping into yours as you leaned closer. You both tilted, a shared gravitational pull, and—

CLUNK.

The table jerked. Something metallic creaked. The both of you turned just in time to watch the chocolate fountain wobble like it was trying to decide its own fate. You didn't breathe. Neither did he.

Then, in slow-motion doom:

CRASH.

Chocolate. Everywhere. Cascading like a sticky waterfall of regret.

You both froze. Silent. Horrified.

"...Shit," Rodrick whispered, eyes wide, hair sticking up from stress like static. "Was that... expensive?"

What is this stupid sense of deja vu?

The room exploded.

A collective gasp. A shriek. Someone yelled "MY SHOES!" from across the gym like it was a war crime. The scent of cocoa thickened in the air, hot and dramatic and very visible. A freshman slipped trying to escape the blast zone. One of the chaperones shouted something about liability. Phones were already out—flashes popping like gunfire.

Rodrick's eyes were wild.

"Okay—nope—nope," he mumbled, grabbing your wrist before you could even form words, yanking you behind him with all the coordination of a guy who'd only ever sprinted to avoid doing chores. "We're leaving. I'm not getting banned again."

"Wait—again?!"

But he didn't answer. He ducked under streamers, sidestepped a trail of melted chocolate like a landmine map, and beelined for the back door like a man with zero dignity and zero intention of getting caught. You stumbled after him in your sparkly shoes, glitter flashing with every chaotic step.

The gym doors slammed behind you. The cool night air bit your skin. You both half-tripped, half-tumbled down the concrete steps like some low-budget romcom crash cut.

You swear you meet Nathan's eyes as he perks up alarmed at the commotion coming from inside—of course, with Heather's dress half undone beside him in the front seat.

You knew you could never do that with him; not with your scars because you're so sure someone like Nathan would pull away. Maybe that's why he went for a valley girl like Heather who's only got "first-world problems". Not the kind of problems where you think you should kill yourself every other day.

Not that it mattered right now, because they passed across in a big, glittery, half-naked blur.

The parking lot was dark and half-empty, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as  but its not like you stopped there and he dragged you across the ashphalt.

"RODRICK!" 

You barely manage to keep ahold of your tiny purse as he practically shoved you in the back. You hit your head on a stray cymbal on the floor.

Rodrick finally crawled into the cab of his van, settling into the driver's seat with relief, unaware you're sprawled like a ragdoll. "Hide in there," he panted, "...they won't know."

That was the least of your worries right now. Your heart was thudding in your ears, god you want to punch him. He sensed a disturbance in the force and he slowly turned around, peeking into the back and staring right at your irriated, glittery, smudged face.

He smiled a bit nervous, "Uh.."

"You have made me snap my heel."

He looked concerned, brows furrowing, "What like a broken bone?!"

"No," You say, shuddering like you're trying to compose yourself, "My fucking SHOE."

He winces with an apologetic expression that makes your anger melt.

"Just step on it." You slowly get up, groaning at the ache in your back.

"What? Where you going? Because last time I pulled up to your house, you got your ass beat."

You sigh, crawling FROM the back into the passenger seat with immense difficulty, legs first, "Ugh, well, where are you going? My parents aren't expecting me back until like 11. Let me stay out since it was Nathan."

Rodrick's mouth goes dry as you push past him and setting down into the passenger seat, your massive poofy skirt taking up half the space in the front cab. You looked like one of those CUPPATINIS dolls with skirts so big and round they would turn into a teacup when you flipped them inside out.

"Uh, home..."

You stare at eachother.

Rodrick clears his throat, his hands gripping and shaking on the wheel, "Is it too early to invite you over?"

You note the crack in his voice and let your arms flop down into the sea of organza around you. Your voice comes out small, whispered almost, "...no, that would be great."

Rodrick had to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning like an idiot. Not that you didn't see it. 

The van rumbled to life, coughing like it had chain-smoked a pack before prom. You settled into the seat with a sigh, your sparkly skirt ballooning around your legs like some kind of cursed prom-themed marshmallow. Rodrick had to keep peeking over the tulle just to see the gearshift.

The radio buzzed to life without either of you touching it—blaring loud, thrashing rock from some crusty band he probably thought was underrated genius. You braced for the usual impulse to eye-roll or snap at him to turn it down, but... you just laughed instead.

Rodrick side-eyed you with suspicion. "You didn't just—laugh?"

You shrugged, chin resting on the edge of your seatbelt. "You've got a whole chocolate crime scene on your shirt, I'm not exactly in a position to complain."

So the rest of the drive passed like that—quiet, charged, and awkward, with guitar riffs filling the space neither of you had the guts to fill. You'd occasionally catch him sneaking glances, drumming fingers on the wheel like a nervous habit. Your leg brushed his once on a turn and neither of you moved it.

By the time the van slowed in front of the Heffley house, you were starting to feel the buzz of adrenaline wear off. The porchlight was on, buzzing gently. Rodrick put the van in park and turned to say something just as the front door slammed open.

"GREG, I SWEAR TO GOD—"

"RODRICK?!"

The screaming overlapped. A blur of plaid pajama pants and bare feet skidded to the threshold, Greg looking like he'd aged a decade. Manny barreled into view right after, shrieking like a banshee with a Nerf gun in hand and chocolate smeared across his face.

You blinked. "Is he—does he have a sugar problem—"

"Don't engage," Rodrick muttered grimly, already opening the door. "He feeds off attention."

Greg stood frozen in the doorway like he'd just been hit by a brick. His eyes ping-ponged between Rodrick—disheveled, flushed, still chocolate-stained—and you, standing behind him in a glitter-covered prom dress that had clearly been through war. Like, literal war.

"...What," Greg said slowly, "is that?"

Rodrick groaned. "She's a girl, Greg. Ever seen one before?"

"No, why is she here? You look like you mugged a bakery and she looks like she was dragged backwards through a limo."

"I was not—" you started, trying to smooth down the giant puff of your skirt, which had now collected an impressive bouquet of twigs and cupcake frosting. Greg just stared, slack-jawed.

Manny screeched again and shot a Nerf dart right into your cleavage. You flinched and tried to fish it out and Rodrick had half the mind to do it himself but he'd look like a perv. Rodrick grabbed it from your hands instead and threw it back at him with surgical rage.

Greg finally came to. "Wait—are you bringing girls home now? Like to the house? What the hell is happening, did someone swap your brain out or something?!"

Rodrick spun on him, wild-eyed, palms out. "Greg, shut up! Don't say anything to Dad—please."

That was all it took. Greg's brows shot up so far they nearly vanished into his hairline.

"Ohhhhhh," he said slowly, eyes widening with glee and horror at the same time. "You brought a girl home, and you don't want Dad to know. Oh, he's gonna kill you."

Rodrick looked like he was about to throw up.

"Greg, please."

"...What's in it for me?"

"Greg—I'll give you twenty bucks and I'll do your chores for two weeks just please shut up—"

You stepped around him and blinked at Greg, arms crossed over your sparkly, sticky chest.

"Listen, I just watched my boyfriend cheat on me and the heel on my shoe has snapped, I'm not in the mood."

Greg's mouth clamped shut, mumbling something to Rodrick,

"I thought you were one of those dudes like, up for hire like a male prosti—"

Rodrick smacks him in the back of the head. And you hope you didn't hear that correctly.

Rodrick exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "Okay. Okay. Cool. Let's go before anyone else sees us."

You followed him in, glitter trailing behind like fairy dust, and Greg just stood there, staring after you like Rodrick had just brought a literal alien home.

You limped across the hall, one sparkly heel in hand like a war trophy and the other still dangling off your toes, threatening to break apart with every uneven shuffle. Your other foot was bare and probably sticky from the frosting you'd stepped in during the Great Chocolate Fountain Escape, but you were too fried to care. You just followed Rodrick through the narrow hallway past the kitchen and down into the garage.

It looked exactly like something out of a teenage garage band fever dream.

Old, cracking band posters lined the walls—some peeling at the corners, some held up with duct tape and what looked suspiciously like chewed gum. A rusting drum kit sat in one corner, half-covered with a flannel shirt that was either drying or being used as a dust cloth (who knew). Empty soda cans and crumpled fast food bags littered the floor around the amp cords, which tangled like snakes on the concrete. A crooked whiteboard on one wall had half-faded notes like practice tues?? and call Bill abt gig??? scrawled in Rodrick's barely-legible all-caps.

A makeshift couch made from what was probably three different pieces of furniture sat crooked beneath a flickering basement light, cushions long worn into a cratered shape by hours of teenage boy lounging.

You blinked at it all for a second before flopping down onto the couch with a soft "ugh," your skirt puffing out like a broken parachute around you. Your glitter left an instant trail on the old corduroy cushions.

Rodrick stood awkwardly in front of you, scratching the back of his neck and shoving some guitar picks off the seat next to you with his foot. "Uh...yeah. This is the garage."

You gave him a tired look. "No shit, Sherlock."

He cracked a weak smile. "Sorry. I just—uh—don't usually have girls in here. And they don't wear...you know." He vaguely motioned to your massive glittery dress.

You smirked, holding up the snapped heel. "You're welcome for the fashion upgrade."

Rodrick snorted and sat down beside you—close, but not too close—shoulders brushing for just a second before he shifted a little like he didn't trust himself not to combust. His knees jutted out wide, his band tee slightly wrinkled, hair still messy from running and a little glossy with sweat.

"Want water?" he asked after a beat. "Or like...a popsicle? That's all we got."

You smile. That sounded really good.

You both ended up sitting there—half-dazed, half-recovering from the sugar crash—sucking on those cheap neon freezer pops from the back of the fridge like kindergarteners at recess.

Rodrick had a red one. You had blue.

There was nothing but the low hum of the mini fridge, the distant muffled sound of Greg yelling at Manny to stop biting things, and the occasional squeak of the garage door shifting in the wind. Your knees were curled sideways on the couch now, dress cascading down onto the floor, heels abandoned by the amp like a glitter crime scene.

"These always make my throat weird," you muttered, voice raspy as you sucked on the end of the plastic tube.

Rodrick looked over at you, lips stained crimson and already half-dissolved popsicle in hand. "Yeah. It's like you're eating frostbite."

You laughed, your voice a little choked. "Why do they taste like window cleaner?"

"'Cause they are, probably." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and immediately winced when he saw the bright red smear he left behind. "Shit, I look like I just kissed a clown."

You stuck your tongue out at him, stained bright blue and freezing cold, like a cartoon character. "You look like one."

"Oh, real mature," he grinned, half leaning into your space now. "Say that again, smurf mouth."

"Smurf mouth?" You let out this tired, high-pitched giggle, cheeks glowing even in the dim garage light. "You're one to talk, blood mouth."

He blinked slowly, letting the silence hang for a second before cracking a smile so wide it made his nose scrunch. "This is the dumbest afterparty ever."

You nodded, sucking the last bit of blue juice from the corner of the tube. "Afterparty while the actual party is still going. Shit's sad but I kinda don't wanna leave though so it must be something."

Rodrick shrugged and stared at the half-melted popsicle in his hand, the red streak dripping down his fingers and soaking into his palm.

You were both just sprawled out now—melting, basically—like a couple of discarded action figures tossed onto a couch. The couch springs poked through a tear in the side, and Rodrick's bare socked foot was resting dangerously close to a pair of drumsticks crusted in god-knows-what.

The popsicles were finished. Your lips were tingling and throat felt weirdly numb, but your body was relaxed in a way it hadn't been in weeks.

You glanced sideways. "Hey...that your electric?"

Rodrick followed your gaze to the chipped black guitar leaning against a busted amp, duct tape hanging off one corner like it was trying to hold the instrument's soul together. "No it's Drew's spare." He tilted his head, squinting at it. "Still technically works."

You hummed, eyes dragging over the fretboard. "That's like the one I played that night, huh?"

He blinked. Then gave a sharp exhale through his nose. "You mean the night you emotionally obliterated me with, like, three chords and a death glare?"

A lopsided smirk formed on your gloss-smudged lips. "I was going through it."

Rodrick picked at a loose thread in his jeans, mock casual. "You wanna play again? I mean—I can, like, back you up this time. Or, y'know...hover awkwardly while pretending I know how chords work."

There was a beat. Then a short laugh from you, almost disbelieving.

"I don't even remember how."

"Good," Rodrick said, eyes flicking to yours with this soft, crooked grin. "You'll fit right in."

Rodrick plugged in the guitar with a dramatic flourish like he was in some kind of budget movie trailer, then immediately fumbled with the amp knob because it made a loud crackkk sound and nearly blew both your eardrums out.

You laughed so hard you doubled over, your poofy dress spilling over your knees like a deflated balloon. One of your press-ons popped off earlier while opening the popsicle wrapper, and you'd gotten fed up trying to save the rest. So now you were unceremoniously biting them off with your teeth, balancing the last one between your molars like some kind of petty act of rebellion.

Barefoot and exhausted, your skirt gathered around your lap like a quilt, you watched Rodrick make a face at the buzzing static coming from the amp.

"Okay," he muttered, pressing buttons he clearly didn't understand. "That's, uh...a noise. That's fine."

You just grinned at him. "You're such a pro."

Rodrick gave you a side-glance, but it was laced with this boyish pride he couldn't quite mask, and he perched the strap over his shoulder. "Alright. What do you wanna hear, Your Majesty?"

"I dunno. What do you think?" you said, tossing your chewed-off nail to the floor and shaking out your curls like a messy queen on a throne made of old amps and pizza boxes.

The minutes blurred as you picked up the guitar and he slumped behind his drumkit. Between messy rhythm, out-of-tune strings, and you humming nonsense lyrics to nothing in particular, it was the most alive either of you had felt in weeks.

Eventually, the music tapered off. Not because you ran out of energy—though, to be fair, your eyelids were getting heavy—but because the moment didn't need anything else.

Rodrick flopped back dramatically onto a pile of bedsheets, the guitar sliding from his chest with a soft thunk. "I'm dead. You killed me. Congrats."

You peeled your dress off the floor where it had pooled and curled your legs to the side. "You've been dead. You're like... undead. A walking cringe."

He groaned into his arm. "Shut up."

But when he peeked at you through his messy fringe, something soft flickered in his face—like he was still reeling from the fact that you were here, in his garage, glitter and all, sitting right beside him on the floor in silence.

Not that the silence was awkward.

It settled over you both like a warm blanket, heavy but comforting, punctuated only by the soft hum of the amp still idling in the background and the occasional creak of the garage walls cooling with the night. Outside, you could hear the faint bark of a neighbor's dog and the distant whoosh of a car driving past.

You sat cross-legged now, your dress poofed around you like a wilted flower, toes peeking out. Your lip gloss was half-smudged, your makeup fading in that kind of raw, human way that made you look even more real. More you.

Rodrick turned his head toward you from where he laid, the back of his wrist under his skull, and just stared for a second too long.

You noticed. Of course you noticed.

"What," you said, barely more than a whisper, lips quirking up like you were about to tease him. But you didn't. You just looked at him. Really looked.

And he swallowed.

"I dunno," he muttered, voice rough and caught in his throat. "You're just...here. In my garage. Like it's normal or something. And it's not."

You blinked. "Why's it not?"

He sat up a bit, propping himself on his elbow. "Because. You're...like..." He gestured at you vaguely, his hand flopping uselessly. "That. And I'm me."

You didn't say anything for a second. He was still staring, and you didn't break eye contact. It was like neither of you could. There was a buzz in the air, but not like the amp—this one was electric. Right beneath your skin.

Then softly, you said, "You're not just you. You're..."

You trailed off. Because you didn't know what you were going to say. Or maybe you did, but it was stuck behind your teeth.

He was leaning in before either of you realized it. Just a little. Just enough to feel the shift.

His hair was falling in his eyes again. His breath tasted like cherry popsicle and cheap soda, and yours was barely held together behind glossed lips, parted slightly because you were frozen. That little breathless moment, like someone pressing pause right before something stupidly irreversible.

You leaned back on your palms ignoring it the best you could, dress folding around you like a crumpled cupcake wrapper, your chest rising slow under the sweetheart neckline. Your lips were glossy again, faintly smudged with the remnants of red dye, and your eyes—though tired—were fixed on Rodrick with this glimmer of something he didn't think he was allowed to name.

He blinked slowly. "...Are we doing this, y'know like...? Because I wanna know if I should admit I haven't done this before or if that would just embarrass myself."

Your laugh was so small it could've cracked. "I—I don't know."

He was really focused on your face, but he had no idea where to look. 

Nothing everything down to the way your lashes casting little shadows across your cheeks. He didn't even think—you were this close. Your hand twitched toward his, fingers brushing his wrist like a test, feeling the bumps of healing scars under your hand.

"Don't," you said suddenly, sitting a little straighter. "Don't look at me like that. I'm gonna get confused."

His brows creased. "Confused?"

"Yeah. Like..." You trailed off, eyes darting between his. "Like maybe I'm supposed to feel something. Like maybe you do."

Rodrick's throat bobbed. "And what the hell do I do if I do?"

Your noses were nearly brushing now, your breath hot with sugar and artificial cherry. His eyes dropped to your lips for a second, then to your eyes, to your chest to anywhere because yeah he didn't know what he was doing despite the big game he talks. If anything, your head tilted just a little.

And right when his mouth nearly brushed yours—

"RODRICK! YOU LEFT THE MILK OUT!"

Greg.

Rodrick flinched so hard he nearly fell backwards, knocking over a pile of empty soda cans.

You just sat there, blinking in disbelief.

"...Was that a jump scare?" you mumbled.

Rodrick groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Kill me. Just actually kill me."

You laughed softly, breathless, flopping back onto the rug. The kiss didn't happen—but god, it almost did. And now the air buzzed with it. Like electricity crawling up your spines. But also with relief because you're not sure what you would have done if it did happen.

"I DID NOT LEAVE THE DAMN MILK OUT."

Greg cleared his throat really loudly and you paused.

"I SAID YOU LEFT THE MILK OUT."

Rodrick's eyes widened. His mouth parted, breath catching, and he turned sharply toward you like his body made the decision before his brain caught up.

"Shit." He was up in a second, grabbing your hand—not harshly, not rough, just fast. "You gotta go. You have to go."

"Rodrick—"

"No, I'm serious," he hissed, low and urgent, already guiding you toward the back of the garage, stepping over guitar cables and a torn drum pad. "My dad's back. You can't be here. He'll—he'll lose it."

You didn't need him to say it. You already saw it in the way his voice shook, in the little tremble in his fingers as he fumbled with the old, creaky side door near the tool shelf, where the scent of oil and old wood hung in the air.

You hesitated. "I can't just leave you here."

"You have to."

There was this split second—just one—where you wanted to fight it. To grab him and scream 'come with me then,' to drag him into your glitter-hairspray world with your own blood and scars, and tell him you'd protect him too.

But you weren't at that point yet. Neither of you were.

So you slipped your broken heel into one hand, and the other he still held like it was a lifeline, and you let him lead you out the side door into the cool night air.

He didn't kiss you goodbye.

He just looked at you—really looked at you, again—and whispered. "Uhhh, I'll find you, promise."

He paused just as he ushered you out, with a sarcastic half grin, "Maybe we can continue where we left off, yeah?"

And then the door shut. Just as the familiar bass-heavy bellow of what you assumed was Frank Heffley's voice echoed from somewhere in the house.

You didn't protest to stay. Because you were barefoot outside on their driveway and you were wondering yourself how you were going to get home in the dark in a dress like this. And explain to your own parents what had happened. 

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[msnikkimoneypenny]

I'm sorry but that sex scene in My Stubborn is cringy knowing how it really went down in the book.

Spoiler alert

Jun is tryna figure out what kind what he likes sexually. And he isn't getting those answers fulfilled with Sorn with the kissing and hand jobs. So like in the show he goes to the club and sees Franz as someone who could make him see what he wants. Basically if he wants to be dominant in the bedroom or submissive. Top or bottom.

Sorn takes Jun home, Jun vomits everywhere. Sorn makes him shower with Sorn helping him. Placing Jun in a robe in his bedroom then Sorn showers to clean vomit off of him. Je comes out in just a towel to find Jun drinking again. Jun says a similar dialogue that was said in the show.

Therefore Sorn resolves to do it himself and removed the towel butt ass naked for Jun to admire. Sorn proceeds to scratch that itch Jun needs and starts to blow Jun much to jis surprise. It still ain't enough that itch is still there.

Getting condom and lube; Sorn slaps and spanks Jun's cheeks as punishment then bites his cheeks. Sorn makes Jun call him Hia. Jun finally relents and submissive calls him Hia. More teasing and prepping with Sorn telling Jun to call him Hia. Now Jun got a smart mouth amd pride. So June is like fuck you. I'll rather just find someone else to fuck me. Sorn sees red gets possessive and starts impaling Jun cuz he be damned if anyone else has Jun. They were missionary not cowgirl. Now is struggling to take Sorn. But on the show it looks cringy. He is scratching and tryna fight Sorn but Sorn holds firm.

Its a little hint here that Sorn likes to tease harass and torture Jun in their past. But now in the present Sorn wants to possess Jun. Sorn wants to see Jun cry from pouting and then turn around and be the one who makes it better.

So here Jun is panicking, scratching amd slapping at Sorn. And Sorn is soothing and holding firm to Jun while trying to keep Jun ignited in sexual passion aka keeping him turned on through the pain. And when Jun was finally ready, Sorn was keeping a rhythm that was shattering Jun. It was still painful as well as pleasure.

This is where the bite happens

Credit to Sand_Castle_BL from wattpad.

The bite itself almost makes Sorn bust a nut then and there. Sorn thought everything he was doing to Jun was enough to drag Jun to the edge and bust. But that bite makes him think it's Jun whose gonna push him to climax first.

Jun wants more telling Sorn faster. He opens his legs for more and ends up with his legs thrusted over Sorn's shoulders so that Sorn can go deeper.

Now here comes Sorn being an asshole demanding that Jun calls him Hia. Jun lost and vulnerable in pleasure says 'Hia Sorn' That 'Hia Sorn' sets Sorn off on his own high making him crazy; racing for his release. And Jun is stroking himself now. They both bust.

Jun finally realizes he tryna be a dominant and masculine all these years when he is really a bottom. He is fulfilled and found what was missing. Mr. Macho Man Sorn ask if that was it? What he was searching for all while cuddling Jun being all touchy feely in the afternoon glow. Jun says yes which makes Sorn all happy and glowing on the inside. Meanwhile Jun is having a wtf type of moment in his head. He did all this shit with Sorn of all people? What the hell. What the helly? What the hellyonce.

And here goes Sorn in his head happy that he made it happen for Jun. For the moment of clarity to hit for his pupil like a proud teacher. His fledgling is learning to fly. But Sorn jas to make sure Jun doesn't spread his wings flying to far away. So once again he says don't do this stuff with anyone else. And he threatens to spank his ass with a belt of he do. Sorn grabs Jun's ass to emphasize this which irritates Jun cuz his ass is already sore.

June tired. He falls asleep while Sorn checks him during aftercare for injuries. He woke Jun up carrying him to the bathroom to clean him up before allowing him to fully sleep comfortably.

And that's it for how it really went down

PS: The show just shows Sorn preparing breakfast. In the novel Sorn woke up early just to go buy food for breakfast while Jun was still sleep.

Oh it also says in the next day dialogue when Jun crashed and fell out of bed. That Sorn used plenty of lube/gel and went really slow. While henthoroughly checking for injuries, and if there were any injuries from them fucking Sorn would've immediately taken Jun to the hospital.

[wickedsmille]

Hi! For the ask game I was wondering about #2 - "Another enemies to lovers who saw that coming" It made me laugh, so I'd love to know more! 👀

Alternatively titled "dear god why am I so predictable", "I'm allergic to healthy relationship dynamics" and "here we go again" 🥲 but ooh, ooh! This one I'm excited to eventually probably hopefully come back to because it started with a compulsion to write more hate banging and then, BOOM, plot for days. Kinda rude, but kinda okay with it. Anywho!

The plot (cause all I've got written are the gettin' down and nasty bits right now 🙃) is a soulmate/enemies to lovers/Tim gets adopted by Ra's fusion. Basically, Tim gets snatched by Ra's as a kid and raised with the League of Assassins which he hates but Ra's puts a magic spell on Tim that bonds Tim's soul to him like a fake soulmate bond so Tim's unable to leave.

Ra's sends him on a mission to fuck with the Bats where he meets Jason. Cue rocky beginnings for them. Back and forth, cat and mouse stuff for a while. They start to get along a little bit but there's still moments of unease. Then during a fight, they end up touching skin to skin and Tim feels when the fake soulbond is written over with a true soulmate bond. He ends up losing that fight.

So, finally mostly free, he's about to dip out when Ra's moves against Gotham and the Bats end up getting overwhelmed. Tim is just like seriously? So he has to step in and fight off Ra's and the League. Ra's is like wtf dude? So mid fight he grabs Tim and makes the soulbond show by doing a mini spell in blood. Ra's gets pissed because it's not his name embedded in the bond anymore. Ra's spills the beans that it's Jason while Jason is right there. Sooooo much awkward staring happens.

Then the rest is a secret~~

[creativitysparks4everxoxo]

IT'S TIME TO DISCUSS TFE S2A!!!

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SPOILERS...OBVIOUSLY...

First of all, despite what some TFE fans have said, I gotta say, S2A has heavily exceeded my expectations! I was nervous because it did not get marketed enough (wtf Paramount+??!!) and because of the early rumours regarding certain things happening. But I thoroughly enjoyed most of the episodes (even the trailer filler episode). It really felt like I was watching S1A all over again. I found S2A refreshing and wholesome.

Here is a scattered list of some of the many moments/things that stood out to me...

AHHH! MO'S BRAIDS! Gah! I love them so much! I absolutely love her new hairstyle in season 2. Okay spacebuns! 🥰 Our little sweetie has grown up a bit and her new hairstyle looks so nice! I really like the attention to detail on her braids, her edges and baby hairs. You can tell that the character designers actually did their research on black hairstyles, and I really appreciate that because so many shows get it so wrong and they are just downright disrespectful.

SHOCKWAVE'S HESITATION!!!! HE HAD A CLEAR SHOT AND HE WAS GOING TO ATTACK, but then he just...didn't.

I was wondering how the weird tension between Shockwave, the Terrans and Malto Kids would be resolved. In S1C we see Shockwave working with the Terrans and Malto Kids to help take down Croft and her army. But you can tell that this was mainly because they shared a common enemy and because the season was ending.

But now even with Shockwave working under Starscream's command, he still hesitated and just let Twitch and Robby pass. He had the element of surprise, he watched them steal the shards and he could have easily ambushed them. He just...didn't. I am hoping that this gets explored further in the season and we get more of Shockwave.

BREAKDOWN CALLING AFTERMATH 'SON'!!! 🥺🥺🥺 And calling him kid!!! 🥺🥺🥺 I don't know, this is just so adorable to me. Regardless of the faction, clearly all the Cybertronians view the Terrans as children. Even though I found Aftermath to be very irritating, I thought it was really sweet how fast Breakdown tried to protect him and how he had grown to care for him. That fake father/son montage and the 'son' bomb took me out. I was laughing so hard. 🤣

✨️ALEX MALTO'S MAGICAL BOY TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE!!!✨️

I kid you not, I had to pause the episode because I was laughing so hard! I could not breathe! 🤣 It was so sudden! It was so smooth! Alex was READY! You know he's been waiting for the day that he can finally reveal his Magical Boy uniform! I love it! Everyone's reaction was perfect! Megatron was so done with Alex. 🤣

And Nightshade giving their father a boost after Alex struggled to climb up the wall during the race is just so wholesome! 🥺 I'm so glad we got to see more of Alex interacting with his children in this batch of episodes. He gave so much enthusiastic, concerned, loving dad energy in this batch of episodes, it was beautiful.

TWITCH VS SPITFIRE!!!

That was so intense! It was really cool seeing them fight and use their different abilities against each other. Seeing Twitch get competitive with her basically evil twin sister was fun to watch. Twitch's competive nature really came out because THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!!! Loll despite how hard Twitch had to fight, she definitely proved to Spitfire and to herself that she is the 'better drone'. I found it interesting that instead of Robby being the one to point out that Twitch is really Spitfire, it was actually Wheeljack. It was nice that he used his Dad 2 nickname to confirm his suspicions. He's clearly taken a liking to it. ☺️But I'm glad that Robby had his moment to determine which Twitch is the real Twitch.

Swindle interacting with a human and not trying to squish the human??? Yeah, I was shocked when I watched 'The Butterfly Effect' and saw Swindle interacting with Fairmaestro. But then seeing Swindle basically try to swindle Fairmaestro was the perfect 'Aha!' moment.

I really like TFE's version of Cosmos, and I wish he had more than one appearance in this batch of episodes! He just disappeared after his debut episode, but I wanted more of him! His design is very nice too. He is a perfect round boi. But how the heck did he get captured by Fairmaestro? How long was he under his control? If he joined the Autobots after the Maltos rescued him, why wasn't he in any other episodes with the other Autobots? 🤔 But also, I love the way he handled Fairmaestro and dumped his ass in the dunk tank. Since Fairmaestro easily escaped Jon's custody, I wonder if we'll see more of him.

Starscream as the main antagonist. Hmmm. I gotta say, while it's refreshing that we finally got a new main villain, it's also disappointing that it ended up being Starscream. Starscream caused so much chaos in S2A and sure, it's Starscream. What do you expect? He's always been untrustworthy, violent and unpredictable. But really? Did he seriously have to go back to being the villain after he had a bonding moment with Hashtag? After he worked with the Malto family because he realized that there are much larger threats out there. I'm assuming that he had to fuck up shit in the beginning of season 2 to make way for a serious redemption arc later on. I assume an even bigger threat will enter the scene soon. I sure hope so, because Screamy hit an all time low when he brutally took out the Chaos Terrans. That was just...wow. 😨

Dot Malto being the 'villain' and spraying her kids with the hose during the competition was hilarious. We love a good badass mom moment. 🤭

Contrary to what some people have said, I actually don't mind the Malto Kids at all, or their new power upgrades. They've dealt with so much shit in S1, so it only makes sense that they will eventually get some upgrades and powers to help protect themselves. They act like how kids their age would act irl, so of course they're going to have their annoying, problematic moments where they get themselves into a lot of trouble. The only difference is, they have a lot more sense and they acknowledge when it's time to stop and get serious. Even though it's really obvious that TFE is marketed towards kids, I like that it puts emphasis on family, teamwork, and it has its fair share of cheesy moments. It's very reminiscent of TFA.

I really enjoyed Hashtag and Mo's bonding episode. Even though Robby and Mo have a strong connection to Twitch and Thrash because they are the first Terrans that were born, it's nice to see the Malto Kids interact with their other Terran siblings as well. We almost always see Mo with Thrash or Robby with Twitch, so to see different dynamics among the Terrans and their human siblings is refreshing. And yessss! Hashtag calling Mo her little big sister and Mo calling Hashtag her big little sister is just too great!

Hashtag's new alt mode is so shiny! I love it! It's a nice upgrade, and I like her new root mode design too. I thought it was interesting that she got a new virtual assistant with her systems upgrade.

Cyber-syncing!!! I feel like it was only a matter of time before it was introduced. Something tells me that we're going to have more moments when cyber-syncing will be needed to take down a foe. It was an interesting addition to the Terrans and Malto Kids' existing abilities. I wonder if we'll see more cyber-syncing combos, like maybe a Hashtag/Nightshade/Robby/Mo combo. Or a Jawbreaker/Twitch/Robby/Mo combo. Or just more cyber-syncing in general. I did find Jawbreaker's sync with Aftermath to be very forced and unnecessary. I get that he felt left out in that episode, but it just feels like it was so unnecessary to the plot and it just felt like bad comedy relief.

Overall, I actually really enjoyed S2A. There were only a few episodes and moments that I found meh, but for the most part it was a good watch and it's about to be on repeat while I patiently wait for Transformers One and S2B to come out.

[liquidluckandstuff]

Another Dadmort Idea / Supernatural au?

Shared from Up to Some Good I'm going to word Vomit here because I've got another fuckin dadmort fic in my head that doesn't make sense to anyone but me but if i get it out now i can focus on other things.

A Supernaturalish/HP crossover Where Harry is a SORCERER not a Wizard (DnDish Rules, Wizards have to LEARN magic where Sorcerers have a natural aptitude for magic and don't really need crutches like spells or wands or anything).

During the Yule ball harry wanders off because he is a little overwhelmed with the noise and ends up running into a woman being attacked by demons. Harry ends up kicking their asses but the hell hounds get her anyways. Harry is a little panicked but CROWLEY himself comes up and talks to Harry about it.

Saying he doesn't belong at Hogwarts bc he isn't a wizard but surprise surprise there is a school for people like him (Aka a school for all the kids who are a little different and don't fit into the wizarding world like children of demons, werewolves, banshees etc) Crowley even says they have a "summer program" aka these kids have no home to go to and stay in school year round.

Anyway. Harry says hell no at first (pun intended 🥁 ) But then the graveyard thing happens and Harry has a total meltdown about going back to the dursleys and dumbledore is a little forceful about it. Harry sends a letter to Crowley asking to go to school at his school

The Dursleys have to sign a demon deal basically (but not for their soul) agreeing for Harry to follow the schools rules and so he can stay there year round what they DON'T realize and nor do they care of course, is that they basically just sold him off.

there are a bunch of demons at Kings Cross waiting to escort him. The Order of course freaks out but Harry tells them "I told you I wasn't going back. You didn't want me, so I had to make other arrangements."

They try to argue about his saftey but harry says "When tf was i ever safe with any of you? I wasn't safe at hogwarts and who is supposed to protect me from the Dursleys? At least here I KNOW where I stand." Etc Etc.

Anyway, the summer + First part of the year go surprisingly well. Harry makes friends who don't give a fuck who he is past "Harry" and he makes a few rivals of COURSE.

Well, harry gets into a fight with one of them and Harry ends up with a few good scrapes and a bloody nose, but the other kid ends up in the hospital wing.

Headmistress says "well we have to call in your guradian" and harry is like "idgaf they hate me and aren't gonna come anywyas" Not realizing that 1. this is a demon and 2. they don't follow normal guardian rules.

With a letter that gets sent off and a few moments later, suddenly Lord Voldemort himself ends up in the headmistresses office. Turns out, they follow Blood relation rules, not legal Guardian rules. And since they share blood now (and maybe a little bit of actual realation) voldemort is literally the strongest canidate out of ANYONE to be Harry's guardian.

After a WTF is happening from both of them, The headmistress who doesn't gice a fuck and sees shit like this all the time (bc remember these are all misfit kids with wack ass parents) she sits them both down (demon powers baybeee) and starts her talk.

First she goes over what Harry did and he is NOT looking at either of them because he is embarrased/ terrified as fuck.

Then, she goes over his grades in his classes. He is doing above average in most classes EXCELS In the Dark Arts class of course, but struggles in poitions. She says that his teachers suspect his vision is the problem but can't do anything about it without signed permission from his guardian.

Voldemort is absolutely stunned about the whole thing (I mean a sorcerer?! what?!) and then she leaves so they can chat privately.

They are quiet for an awkward amount of time while Voldemort reads over the paperwork that she gave him with his grades and classwork etc. and then after some back and forth bickering, pulls a "you couldn't at least done this OFF campus so I didn't have to get dragged here? At least you won… " or something and Harry has no fuckin clue what to say to that.

Then, he freaking SIGNS the permission slip to get Harry's eyes fixed, AND AND signs him up for potions tutoring and then fuckin leaves just like that. Harry is STUNNED.

(If he doesn't cooperate, then it might ruin what little relationship he has with the Demons and it might cost him the war so he HAS to do it. Crowley invited Harry to the school to be a little shit. ) So now, you got reluctant father son moments because if VOLDEMORT doesn't cooperate, then he might lose the Demons on his side. If HARRY doesn't cooperate then he has to go back to the Dursleys and Hogwarts where literally everyone hates him.

Harry def gets a howler because he skipped a class or two to go hang out with his friends at the muggle town to get drunk. Aka he got to be a normal kid.

He is completley MORTIFIED that he got one, but then everyone is comparing "Well when MY mom/dad sent me a howler" and then Harry realizes that he is completely normal here and acts up a little more to get his attention bc that is the only way he knows how.

The teachers of COURSE catch on this and they have another Conference explaining the whole thing and that's how Harry gets to go home for christmas

[13eyond13]

Hello, can I ask from this ask game :

https://www.tumblr.com/threecheersforinking/677824836625694720/anime-ask-game?source=share

For anime/manga : Death Note and Berserk.

Thanks 🌻

Hi! Sure thing:

DEATH NOTE:

Favorite Character: L was basically a "love at first sight" situation for me and the main reason I ever checked out the anime (I just really loved eccentric loner sad boys at the time and he just looked exactly up my alley at a glance, hahaha). And he has stayed extremely dear to me and my favourite cartoon guy ever basically since! I actually think Light is a bit more of a complicated/interesting character than L is to think about in-depth, and has become also kind of my favourite one in the series in a different way over time, but L is def the one that I was really obsessed with from the start.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: I love everything up until the Yotsuba arc the most I think, I just find it so much fun in the beginning of the story when everything is so well-written and so exciting and tense and fast-paced. The university arc stuff MIGHT be the part that I just find the most fun and funny in the way that Death Note is known to be, with all the detailed little mind games and bitch moves and shocking reveals every other page, ahahah. I remember laughing out loud so many times during that section of the story just due to how ridiculous it gets and how often everyone is pulling the rug out from under each other nearly constantly.

And my favourite scene is probably the "first ever friend" scene in the manga. I WILL NEVER STOP THINKING ABOUT IT it's just so funny and mysterious and intriguing and layered to me

Character I Think is Underrated: Mikami is fairly underrated, but at the same time I myself am not the best at intuitively understanding him or creating content about him either...

Character I Think is Overrated: Matt (sorry I actually like him in the manga, but I just don't think he's that interesting really)

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Lawlight! I never needed much convincing about this.... I went straight from watching the anime to going "omg they should have kissed..."

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The anime's audio elements are just so iconic and so good a lot of the time! It makes some of the manga scenes SO MUCH better just with stuff like the gregorian chanting while Light's writing the names. And no lie, it's really easy to follow as a story without even seeing what's happening onscreen, too. I used to listen to the English dub while drawing or doing my work sometimes and it felt almost exactly like an audio play.

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BERSERK:

Favorite Character: Guts is by far my favourite! Which was a total surprise to me, because I thought he was going to be a pretty boring macho action hero cardboard cutout type guy going in. I got very attached to him while reading the manga after a few volumes, and now he's one of my all-time faves...

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: I'm going to be very basic and say The Golden Age, but IT'S JUST REALLY GOOD OKAY. It's better than good, it's the reason the series went from just "ok this is pretty interesting" to "OMG WTF THIS IS SO GOOD I'M SO INVESTED NOW"

And my favourite scene?? Hmm.... extremely hard question, but I feel like the sword fights between Guts and Griffith are definitely some of the peak moments. Their first one is iconic in so many ways, but the second one in the snow really got me in the feels and made my stomach drop and my heart beat a bit faster as well!

Character I Think is Underrated: I feel like Casca is just kinda hard to talk about with other fans. She's my second favourite character in the series, but I feel like it's just really difficult to discuss her without it just getting either depressing or into too sensitive territory or something? I love her dearly in the manga, but the fandom space here seems only much fun to talk about Guts and Griffith in for me

Character I Think is Overrated: I am not THAT well-versed in who is overrated or underrated in this fandom, but I feel like mostly almost all the characters aside from maybe Griffith and Guts are a bit underrated and under-explored in fan stuff that I've seen? That might be entirely on me and the fact that I'm mostly looking at griffguts stuff, though...

Favorite Ship/Pairing: griffguts drives so much of the angst and the drama and I think is basically canon to me at this point... I don't think it's hard to interpret Griffith as in love with Guts, but I also think Guts is in love with Griffith too in just a more furtive sort of way

Something I Love About the Show/Movie:

I only partially watched the 1997 anime so far, and the Guts theme song in it is so good! My god that's still such a good fitting song for him and his personality somehow. And I'd never actually heard it before I read the series either!

[tazienimp]

Gonna go on another Warframe ramble sesh rq, spoilers under the cut

.... Bro get the fuck in here and give me a damn hug before you board that ship, i am not leaving your depressed ass alone by yourself. I don't care wtf you did, you CLEARLY didn't do it on purpose cause you can do no wrong in my eyes, you're my new blorbo now, dammit. Hell you can even room with me and Ordis on the Orbiter, I'm sure he won't mind.

Cy be like 'I'm responsible for their deaths so I'm not worthy T^T' but also 'So, there's no other cephalon's capable so i guess I'm the only viable one left óvò *shyly touches pointer fingers together* only if you're okay with that tho ofcofc'

Man this game's gonna drive me crazy. Cause first off, Cy is a sad lil babyman and i love him to death, and Ordis is also a sad lil babyman but like really funny and silly and i also vibe with his darker side tbh, but i hate his boyfriend. Simaris can literally go fuck himself, i only tolerate him because him and Ordis CLEARLY like each other and have some kinda toxic yoai thing goin on, and then Stalker, bro i don't even know how to unpack the Stalker but i literally teared up over the fact HE DIDN'T KNOW HE WAS GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT AN ACTUAL CHILD?!?!?!?! AND WAS CLEARLY UPSET AT THE PROSPECT OF IT BUT MANS CLEARLY BEEN THROUGH TOO MUCH SHIT NOT TO????? UGGGGGHHHHHHH WHY IS THIS GAME SO GODDAMN GOOD.

I hate Lotus though she sucks as a mom. LIKE WHY DID YOU NOT COME COLLECT US SOONER, BRO. I GET YOU WERE SCARED OF US REMEMBERING BUT LIKE, I THINK US SURVIVING WOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER PRIORITY TO FOCUS ON?!?!?!?!?! I MEAN WE LITERALLY HAVE THE GODDAMN CHAIR ALREADY IN THE ORBITER WHY DID YOU WAIT TIL THE LAST FUCKING MINUTE, YOU KNEW THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN EVENTUALLY!!!!!!! I think she's the only character i actively despise, except Simaris. I hate them equally i think. Yeah i definitely hate them equally, Simaris refrains from yapping every five seconds AND Ordis likes him so like, his presence doesn't piss me off as much

Also keep in mind i really haven't been paying much attention to the lore until recently, except for during the Simaris quest cause, the exchange between him and Ordis literally caught me so freaking off guard when it happened. Like Simaris was literally asking Ordis to run away with him to the sanctuary and Ordis was like 'But pookie, my duties Ó^Ò' and I'm just sitting here like, goddamn it just kiss already, jesus christ. I felt like i should not have been listening in to any of it and i still think about it from time to time XDDDD

[ojamayellow]

Big infodump on one of my Transformers OC's.

This is about my skystar fankid, Scatterwing. EXCEPT, this is an AU version of him for my original Transformers fanstory/universe.

More under the cut. Very word heavy. Apologies for no pictures, yet.

Unfortunately, I don't have my Starscream and Skyfire designs. However, while Starscream is kinda coloured like in Galaxy Force, Skyfire is purple, black and green, like Shattered Glass. I am also unsure if I wanna use Skyfire or Jetfire as her name, but for reasons, she is Skyfire here. She and Starscream are both ladies.

Basically, Starscream stole these abandoned protoforms and wanted to make an army out of them. Skyfire was like "WTF" and their relationship was getting rocky already but experimenting on protoforms is way too far! She fought her wife and essentially divorce happens.

Skyfire takes the protoforms and travels to Planet Athenia for a safe haven for them, (btw the story is already on Earth so Skyfire traveled quite far on her own), hoping they can grow to be who they want to be, instead of forced soldiers. Starscream however, managed to keep one protoform. The Nemesis had Shockwave in 'stasis lock', so STSC snuck in and stole what Shockwave had been collecting, the robot equivalent of DNA of many Transformers.

Very sus, but Starscream just needed 'hers' and Skyfires. She was NOT over that divorce. She also does all this behind Megatron's back. So, she modified the protoform with the 'DNA' (data?) and essentially activated it early.

This became Scatterwing! He turns into a jet like STSC, but his colours are like magenta/maron-ish. Scatterwing though, is like... a teenager, maturity wise. He wants to play with tuoys. But no, Starscream is going to mold him into a warrior, and if anything was to happen to STSC, Scatterwing was to take her place. He is Starscream's heir.

I stole honoured Armada!STSC here by giving Scatterwing wing swords, so his wings can be de-tached and used as swords. He basically goes through training daily with Starscream, in a cave somewhere on Earth. Scatterwing is to never leave without permission, etc etc. Scatterwing must only call STSC "Commander". Eventually though, STSC gets a bit too attached to Wingy, but wants to deny it in her spark. That's right, Starscream mother.

Wingy though, once escaped out of curiousity and met Airazor and learned a bit about the outside world. Should note that Scatterwing doesn't have a Decepticon logo yet. Also during one point, makes a passing by with Skyfire, and both of their sparks feel, weird? As if they're connected. I'm abridging these scenes greatly but they're important for Scatters.

Eventually, the secret is out (sorta) about Scatterwing because Starscream's Seekers, Thundercracker and Skywarp found Wingy and they keep it a secret but kinda become like, weird aunt and uncle to Wingy. (For reference, Skywarp is a prankster gossip internet troll type, she/her. Thundercracker is Soundwave's ex... bandmate and plays rock n roll. He/him).

Wingy becomes more happy and such and it makes STSC smile? But STSC is reminded that Scatterwing is to be a warrior and starts being more harsh towards him, a Decepticon cannot be soft after all. At one point, STSC gets fed up and almost hits Scatterwing, but stops herself, as she's reminded of how Megatron treats her, and does not want to end up like him.

BUT AT ONE POINT Scatterwing accidentally calls STSC 'Mother' instead of 'Commander' and STSC is in shock! But eventually she just... hugs Wingy and goes "that's my boy."

So, at one point, big Autobot vs Decepticon fight, Skyfire is there so STSC is fuckin pissed going all out etc. But Scatterwing shows up without permission and is worried about his mother. In the midst of their fight, Wingy ends up in the middle to protect STSC, but gets damaged. Skyfire is shocked, he didn't want to hurt this child that came out of nowhere. But because Wingy is KO'd, STSC kinda loses it Dark Sonic X style, or a frenzied state where she is mindlessly attacking everyone with such power once hidden before. The power of a mother.

Anyway, after med bay stuff post-battle, Scatterwing believes he's not good enough to protect mother. So, he decides to harden himself up. No more playing games, he HAS to be tougher. it's what Mother wanted, right?

But the truth is, Starscream wanted Wingy to have more freedom, now that she had character development. But Wingy is so deadset on being stronger now, and he's losing his joy and whimsy.

[fatuismooches]

Dottore with a stoic and buff but absolute puppy inside reader? 🥺🥺 Like on the outside, they have this irritated frown on their face all the time, but here they are forcing themselves into his lap while he's trying to work?? Especially when they're taller than him and it just looks silly... Picking him up and carrying him around!! (Even when he shrieks about putting him down because it's humiliating) Setting him down onto their lap and squeezing him, nuzzling into him and pressing little kisses all over his face... They're definitely more brawn than brains... but that's useful for when he needs materials from monsters! Except for the fact that they are eepy. Cat naps everywhere!!! Dottore spots them sleeping on the floor of his lab? He can't walk past them or else they'll pull him down by the ankles and force cuddle him on the hard floor. (It's a wonder they can even sleep on such a hard surface...) They whine and pout about being forced to go out to get materials for him, but they'll do it if it means they get to cuddle later!! They definitely bug his segments too! They will scoop a few of them up and force them into a cuddle pile (No amount of biting or yelling will stop them) Dottore is also definitely a bit bugged about them being taller than him... (I imagine when he was still in the akademiya, he was very bothered when they grew taller than him..) His subordinates probably fear them a little bit... considering their stature, and their whole demeanor of looking like a threatening hound personified. But then they see them with Dottore and they're like '???' They walk past him and casually press a kiss to his cheek? They slump over him from behind, pressing their whole weight into him and whining about wanting to nap with him?? Dottore is honestly rather amused at how... submissive they are? So threatening in appearance yet they'll do whatever he says (even if they pout and whine a little about it) especially in bed too... Overall, Dottore still loves them, even if you don't realize they're own size and weight and the fact that they are basically crushing him... This got so so long, I'm so sorry, but I am full of thoughts and they are overheating my brain 😭😭😭 (Also, have you seen the Neuvillete drip marketing? He is so 🤤🤤 It's something about blue men..)

NO NO DON'T APOLOGIZE I LOVE EACH AND EVERY PART OF THIS MY BRAIN IS OVERHEATING WITH YOU...

PICKING UP DOTTORE... YES PICK UP THE DOCTOR. I bet the first time this happened was during the Akademiya when he wouldn't leave his desk. So you just, you know. Picked him up. To which he was confused for a split second as to why he was off the floor and then started yelling at you not so-pleasant things to release him this instant!! (You force him into bed and prevent him from leaving with your sheer strength. Zandik has to give up eventually. It becomes a habit of yours anyway because it's effective and funny. He tries to get away while you're sleeping but your arms are very strong)

I love the word eepy tbh 🥺 There's no place in the lab where you haven't slept! You've fallen asleep on a dissection table once and the clones nearly mistook you for a test subject! 😭 You'll have to take some of his accessories off for a nap though lol they're probably a bit uncomfy to lie on.

CUDDLE PILE WITH THE CLONES IM CRYING. They're fighting over who gets to spoon you and who gets to be spooned by you 😭 Who gets to lie on your chest?? Clearly one of the most serious arguments in the lab. And omg YEA Dottore would be like wtf are u serious?? When he sees how you're taller than him. Even after the Akademiya he's quite tall but still not as tall as you so at some point he just gives up being mad and accepts it. The clones are still spiteful about it though.

Another day of reader acting as if Dottore isn't the biggest menace and threat to Teyvat 💖 and another day of the subordinates being scared of both of you but also having to keep an expressionless face when you do stuff like that and somehow aren't killed on the spot <3 They get whiplash when you seem so cold but then turn to all smiles and jumping when you see the mad doctor <3

[ae-azile]

Progression, Chapter 22 Sneak Peek:

Between the two of them, Kim tends to sleep later than Chay. His body is hard-wired to stay up late, and on top of that, he tends to sleep lightly. The latter is something that has changed a little in the last two months. Sleeping with Chay is just better. Even when they had slept on the couch in Chay’s house - prior to everything falling apart - he slept better than he usually had. Now that they're together and Kim isn't waiting for Chay to find out everything and leave, he almost always sleeps through the night. 

So that's the only explanation for not hearing his phone ping the next morning. He sleeps right through it until Chay is gently shaking him awake. 

“We missed a few texts. I have been talking with Macau for a bit, but you should catch up and read them.”

Kim lets his eyes open as he sits up and grabs his phone from the nightstand. Even as he opens the texts from Macau and Porsche to read them, he can't quite comprehend what it means. 

Macau: Hey, why is my brother talking to Kinn on the phone?

Macau: I'm not hiding in some safe house to wait out another attack. The cell service was so shitty and the WiFi was non-existent. I was kept out of the loop until Porsche and Khun came to get me. Pissed me the fuck off at the time, but I went with them because I needed out of there, even if it meant death. 

Macau: That sounds like I didn't care about my brother. I did. They downplayed his condition until we got to the hospital. I didn't care about the shitty service after that, but it was horrible while it was a main priority and I didn’t know any better. 

Macau: He's now off the phone, barely talking, and cuddling with Paris, Valencia, and Pittsburgh.

Chay: Who are Valencia and Pittsburgh?

Macau: Hia’s and P’Pete’s cats, duh. 🙄 Took you long enough to answer. 

Chay: Who names a cat Pittsburgh? Who names anything Pittsburgh? 

Macau: When Hia and P’Pete got them, they agreed to each name one. Hia named the girl Valencia because it is a city that has the same starting English letter as his name. So P’Pete picked Pittsburgh for the boy because it matched the starting letter of his own name. They also got stuck there during a layover last year due to a huge snowstorm and it was the first time P’Pete ever experienced snow. I guess they even extended their time there a couple of days to enjoy it. Pittsburgh now has a special place in P'Pete's and Hia's heart. Anyway, the cat is white. Pittsburgh. 

Chay: I guess that makes sense? Also, why did you never say anything about being an uncle now? Kim and I would have sent you a present or something. Hia showed me a picture of Paris. She's really cute. 

Macau: I’ve been an uncle. Valencia and Pittsburgh have been here for a while now and are a lot quieter. Paris doesn't scratch at the furniture though, so that's nice. I think that's why she's Hia’s new favorite. 

Chay: That's definitely it. Let me know if anything else happens. 

Macau: wtf he and Kinn are on the phone again. What is going on???

Kim: 🤷🏻

As soon as Kim sends that emoji to Macau since he doesn't actually know, he moves over to the text group Porsche started with the two of them. 

Porsche: Kinn and Vegas talked on the phone for over an hour last night. I guess it went well. Kinn was emotional when I got back to the suite, but he said it went better than he expected it to go. 

Porsche: And they're on the phone again. Idk who called who.

Porsche: They're fighting over some game they played when they were kids and are choosing to be pissed off about that over literally anything else?

Porsche: Vegas hung up on him 😕

Porsche: Nevermind, he answered when Kinn called him back. 

Porsche: I don't know what is going on. Kinn is laughing about something. It's exhausting to keep up with. I am about to go hang out with Arm and Khun because they cause me less stress.

Chay: You can't. This is more important and interesting.

Porsche: Important, maybe. It isn't interesting when I can only hear one side of the conversation. You know two people who are interesting? Arm and Khun. 

Porsche: Also? Took you long enough to answer. 

Kim: 🤷🏻

“Is that all you have to contribute to both conversations?” Chay asks as Kim cuddles back into him, “You just found out your brother is on his second phone call with Vegas and that's the only thing you can say?” 

“It's their third conversation,” Kim mumbles, wrapping himself around Chay, “Vegas hung up on him the second time. See? I care. I paid attention to what I read.” 

“Kim,” Chay says, “This could be huge for your family. You may have some sort of reconciliation and be friends with your cousins again after years of animosity.”

“I’m not going to get my hopes up, but that sounds nice.” Kim says, but it is apparently not enough. 

“Kim. Call your brother. See how he's doing.” 

Kim glances up at Chay, “It sounds like he is probably on the phone.” 

Chay points at Kim's phone and keeps staring at him, “Try. If he doesn't pick up, ask him to get a hold of you later.” 

“Or I can just call him later,” Kim counters, “Or talk to him when I get home.” 

Chay lets out a huff, “I'm nosy, P’Kim! I want to know what's going on now! I'm invested, just like Hia is invested in us, as well as Arm and Khun-” 

“Pretty sure ArmKhun is his top ship now,” Kim says with a shrug, “And there is no romance between Kinn and Vegas, so it isn't really comparable-” 

“Maybe I get more invested in toxic family dynamics than I am in romantic couples!” Chay says, then literally rolls over Kim to grab the phone before handing it to him, “Call him. Now.” 

[mmriesoftvat]

CHARACTER ANALYSIS: WANDERER VS CYNO.

i've talked extensively to people about my thoughts on this, so i'm going to preface this entire post with my OPINION that wanderer is playing around during this fight. he's incredibly strong and has hundreds of years of fighting experience over the other contestants. he was ordered to keep an eye on them, not to actually harm them. THAT SAID, "playing around" also doesn't mean not doing anything. he's clearly still fighting, but i think the difference is that he's enjoying himself more than he anticipated. and of course, there are contestants that brought him a decent enough challenge and even tested his skills. but ULTIMATELY wanderer was not throwing his full strength into the ring. he was taking it easy and holding himself back. please don't come at me.

that said, let's get on with it!

here we have our first screenshot. he's not touching layla, he merely is taking the diadem from her. it's a huge blink and you'll miss it moment, and i had to slow the video way down to capture this shot because of how fast he's moving. had he been more serious, wanderer would have at least done something more. this is the first hint we see that he's holding back/taking things semi easily. he's just taking it and going.

i really love this shot of her confusion. layla has no idea wtf just happened. wanderer is a zoomy boy, okay? very "hi bye!". i love it. she's heckin confused, probably didn't even see him.

oh but faruzan definitely saw him. now she's mad. it had just been between her and layla, and now EVERYONE'S there, all fighting for the diadem. competition just got more high stakes for her. go faruzan, get your crown.

THIS was the first moment i realized wanderer wasn't being serious. if he were actually competing, he probably wouldn't have slowed down/stopped to stare at faruzan. everyone else was in it to win. he's just holding out the diadem and. dare i say, even taunting her? hat guy you silly billy.

bonus dialog after he stole the diadem right out from layla's arms. again, zoomy and zippy boy.

look at he go.

this is the first time he's being targeted. notice how he's not attacking her back. he's attacking her device in self defense.

self. defense. though, i will admit that he does throw out some half assed blades later on, but for now, he's protecting himself.

so far, yet again, he's moving in self defense. i don't know for sure if he knew the others were laying in wait and purposely flew toward them. i feel like tighnari definitely planned on hitting him, but wanderer is flying at the moment, and is still moving fast. quick reflexes though, i'm impressed. wish i could be like that.

this is his expression to cyno's weapon being thrown in his direction. to me it looks focused, like he's thinking on the spot and less "i'm going to demolish this guy." wanderer is actively thinking while moving. either for strategy or to dodge, but i love the tiny detail in that his gaze is focused right on that staff, and he looked very in the zone. and of course in the next shot, he uses his own abilities to knock the staff away.

now cyno, on the other hand. cyno is also very focused. he's definitely not playing around. that expression, what little we can see of his eye, very much screams "i'm going to pummel you into the ground." he wants that card. he's here for the win and he's going to take it.

the fact he lands and immediately starts running tells me he's NOT going to hold back. he's throwing his all into this. i love the contrast between him and wanderer. wanderer seems more focused/thinking on the spot on how not to hurt them. whereas cyno is looking to win and wanderer is someone he can target. especially considering wanderer is still holding the diadem. to me it also is very telling how low to the ground cyno is. he's still hunched forward, that guy has speed on his side and he's using every bit of it to get to wanderer.

here is wanderer, readying himself to attack cyno. and again i say he's holding back. because in the next shot-

he's landing on cyno's staff.

i've already talked about and reblogged recently a previous post where i went into detail over how strong wanderer is. if he really wanted to, that staff would not have stopped him from kicking cyno's face. we know cyno is strong, he's incredibly strong. but wanderer is also hyper strong and can do things that i don't think cyno can. plus, it looks like, to me at least, that he didn't even aim for cyno's face. the staff came up to block cyno, and wanderer immediately landed on it. there are a lot of things he could have done to take cyno out, but DIDN'T. every time i think about this entire cutscene, this moment right here is the biggest giveaway that wanderer's not being wholly serious. he landed on the staff and stared down cyno, and then jumped off. cyno may be taking this fight serious, but wanderer is holding back.

wanderer DOES throw out an attack, but i feel like it's him knowing that cyno's also fast as hell and can dodge easily. going back to the beginning, he didn't hurt layla or faruzan because he didn't want to hurt them. since cyno's also very strong, i'm pretty sure wanderer was comfortable enough to throw something out, knowing cyno could handle it. in that same vein, i don't think he got that chance with tighnari earlier, because he was too busy dodging all those arrows. i digress.

wanderer attacked because he knew cyno could easily dodge.

like so. cyno's able to block the attack because cyno is a very skilled fighter. not that none of the other contestants aren't skilled, but wanderer also just stopped to stare at faruzan rather than attack her. he had every opportunity to throw his anemo at her and layla, but he's only doing it with cyno. probably because cyno is also very fast and quick on the reflexes. still, it's a cool scene, it's my favorite cutscene in the entire game.

i mean, look at the way cyno's sliding to dodge. guy's practically doing the splits. but no, more seriously, look at the expression on his face. he's just as focused and determined, though i still think they're both focused and determined for different reasons. like i said earlier, cyno wants that card, wanderer just wants to do his job and make it out without anyone getting seriously hurt.

again, wanderer being really fast and dodging cyno's attacks. he's still throwing out his anemo, but he also flies around to make sure cyno's paying attention first before attacking again.

it's hard to see since even with the video playing really slowly this is what i'm able to get. but cyno was able to block the attack. the fact that wanderer waited until he could tells me he was holding back. were he more serious, he wouldn't have waited. at least, i don't think.

cyno is running so fast here it looks like he's gliding. maybe wanderer is a little more serious at this point. here is an opponent who can match him in speed at the VERY least, if not strength. i would even wager to say he's impressed. he's used to being the lone wanderer, hating the world around him and belittling everyone for being weaker than him. but here comes cyno who can match him in terms of speed and agility. who WOULDN'T be impressed by that? so maybe wanderer is a little more serious about who he's up against, especially considering they've been fighting each other more than anyone else in the competition fought each other. in this last round, at least. doesn't mean overall wanderer is completely serious over the whole competition.

another act of self defense. though i think in this case he didn't exactly have a choice. cyno caught him off guard. wanderer didn't have time to dodge or launch a counter attack -- cyno was too quick for him. no choice but to block the attack.

i feel like in this moment, it looks like wanderer wants to keep fighting cyno. the stare down is really intense, and it's intimidating when you see that cyno's surrounded by electro. the guy is ready to destroy something. i feel like, at least for the briefest of seconds, they both forgot about the competition and were more interested in fighting each other. but kaveh was attached to faruzan's device and flying in really fast.

bonus, i love that layla and faruzan have just been. standing around the whole time. i don't know where tighnari went. probably looking for another angle to shoot wanderer with.

just because wanderer is distracted by a flying kaveh, doesn't mean cyno is. more proof that wanderer isn't completely serious. why else would he turn his back on an opponent? cyno's not distracted, he's gonna get that diadem and win. he's so determined.

kaveh isn't even a threat. he's flying right by everything, probably too panicked and confused to let go of faruzan's device. but wanderer is reaching out anyway to spin him around. which, to me is the whole point: he may have had some enjoyment and flying around, but ultimately, the diadem was not his to take and the competition wasn't his to win. cause if he wanted to win or cared at all, he would've just taken the diadem to the podium himself. which wasn't what he was ordered to do but that's beside the point. the entire fight was nothing more than idle time wasted (and some unspoken bonding with cyno, i'm convinced of it.)

he's actively spinning kaveh around, though i think the device kaveh is still holding is helping. i don't think wanderer really intended to hurt anyone, he's just moving them around, toying with all of them.

cyno's still coming for the diadem. he wants it. but wanderer purposely holds it out. maybe he planned for it? because cyno succeeds in knocking it out of wanderer's hands. it goes flying up, leaving it open for kaveh to use his toolbox to grab it.

which of course, the force sent kaveh tumbling head over heels right to the podium. had wanderer not grabbed him and redirected him, wouldn't have happened.

the rest of the scene is kaveh basically winning the competition. but my ultimate conclusion is that wanderer was holding back. he didn't start attacking the other contestants until cyno came along, because cyno is just as terrifying as he is. i feel like wanderer enjoyed the fight, and would have continued had kaveh not shown up with the device, which provided a perfect opportunity for wanderer to redirect him and send him flying to the finish line.

wanderer was in the competition because of orders, and didn't NEED to fight. he could have continued to toy with everyone, but cyno brought out a different kind of focus in him. i'd like to think he enjoyed that fight, but he was definitely holding back. there were moments where wanderer could have kicked cyno in the face or launched him, but he didn't. and the only reason he attacked was in part because he knew cyno could dodge, and in part because he was keeping cyno distracted long enough for kaveh to come flying in.

it's another testiment to wanderer's strength and even character development. it's one of the reasons he's my favorite character, because while he's still the loner and an asshole at times, he does show his respect toward people in his own way.

[romajuliettemai]

My Current Suspicions for Foul Heart Huntsman:

Here are some things that I think and hope will play out in foul heart huntsman:

Juliette meets her parents again - my evidence off this was concluded from LVC where at the end she talkes about missing her parents- I think she might reunite with them but I'm not sure. It would be interesting to see if they make up!

Romajuliette baby - Ok, hear me out. Basically my evidence originates off LVC. In the part in the hotel, where Roma goes snooping around the rooms in search of Mr. Pyotr and instead finds an invoice for a high amount, it says he hears Juliette's voice waft back into the room, and she's talking about the topic of child birth. Now that might just be because she's trying to wind up the hotel manager whatever tf his name was, but there was something else. Later in LVC, Juliette and Roma are discussing how they are going to get into Mr. Pyotr's house, and Roma calls Juliette a pain in the ass, affection and exasperation in equal, and Juliette says "I could really be a pain in your ass-". Which to then, Roma cuts her off, saying, "That was absolutely not an invitation to begin wheedling me about your infernal agenda again." (cited off memory, sorry if it's not exact.) INFERNAL AGENDA? WILL THEY HAVE A KID?

Imagine they name it Tyler LMAO

Rosalind yells at Oliver - So there's not much base evidence for this and this ones a bit silly, but I imagine Rosalind yelling at Oliver and calling him a bastard, because I feel like when asked about why Alisa ran off grid with the vial, she might say that she didn't trust Oliver, she didn't want the city splitting in two again, and that Oliver knew about his mom's shady stuff and didn't report it. During a big character reunion w/ every character, I honestly hope Rosalind yells at his ass, because no hate to Oliver, but he is literally an emotional brick and is honestly kinda not it.

Roma & Alisa argue over something stupid like siblings do - Again, not much base evidence for this, but Alisa and Roma arguing over something stupid like siblings do and then mentioning some effect/element in their past would be hilarious. Also just everyone somehow being summoned into this argument, or this argument happening in front of an audience would be equally hilarious.

EX:

"Where'd you learn how to shoot?" - Roma

"I'm a communist agent. They taught me. And they taught me better than you could." - Alisa

"Hey! I could have taught you just fine." - Roma

"No! You tried when I was like 13 and failed miserably. You were literally no help at all." - Alisa

"That's because you were just upset and sulking!" - Roma

"Yeah because I said, 'I bet Juliette learned to fight in one day' and then you got really mad and said 'You shouldn't want to be anything like Juliette.' And got all angry and rage-y." - Alisa (imagine this voice with Alisa imitating her younger self voice as higher pitched and innocent and Roma's as lower pitched and grumpy with airquotes for maximum effect.)

"What?" - Juliette (she is completely confused an just snapped out of a daze.)

"Yeah, that's because at the time-" - Roma (still fighting with Alisa.)

"Are you two done? We get it. At the time Juliette faked Marshall's death, and so on so forth Roma didn't like her, blah blah blah, a bunch of drama, and now you're fine. Can we move on please?" - Celia

"Ok, what?" - Juliette (imagine her just blinking hard like 'wtf conversation did I just return too, I am so confused.')

Rosalind like being absolutely shocked and then waterworks when she sees Juliette alive, meanwhile Alisa just waving and totally level expression, calm and cheerful, when she sees Roma, because she already knew they both were alive. - Again no base evidence. but I can just imagine Rosalind's jaw going slack with shock, then her knees giving out, and then her like cradling her head whispering to herself "This isn't real. I'm going crazy." over and over, with her volume crescendoing, and then tears springing to her eyes, and then waterworks, with lots of apologies to Juliette after she finds out that her cousin is in fact real, alive, and well. And then Alisa is just behind Rosalind as she kneels to the floor, and we get a view of Alisa just totally casual and cheerful expression, just waving like, "Bout time you guys decided to resurrect." And then Roma being the one in shock seeing his sister, because he didn't think Rosalind and Alisa were traveling together. This is all taking place at the Mai's front door, with it starting with Juliette opening the door and meeting her cousin, and then Juliette going, "Oh my god. Alisa?" Then, Roma just hurries to the door and peaks his head out above Juliette's shoulder, or arm if she's supporting herself against the door frame, and seeing his sister, and his eyes just going wide. I can envision it, though it's most definitely not going to happen that way.

Silas questioning his entire life when Pheobe reveals herself as Priest + Phoebe revealing herself as Priest in the big character reunion in front of everyone - No evidence, but the first one seems the most likely to happen- Silas is like honestly depressed in FHH, he needs love. The second one would just be so awesome.

I can imagine all of these things and more, and I literally cannot wait until this book comes out.

[longbobmckenzie]

Season 6 Volume VI Thoughts...

Okay, wow. THAT was unexpected, and I'm here for it but also confused - how did the AI dream that one up??

Thoughts:

I visited Roberto on the daybeds but why did I need to sneak back into the bedroom? Just let us be openly together, c'mon

Amelia, I'm not sharing the deets. Go the fuck away

Now that Amelia's finally spilled her secret (big whoop), can she get off our backs now? PLEASE I'm dying here, I'm sick of her secret twin shit. Let me be friends with the other girls, if I have anything to say, they can all hear it

Grace, Grace, Grace... you knew all along that you weren't a strong couple, you just blindly ignored the signs. Stop getting mad. Granted, Ozzy should've been honest earlier, but seriously

And don't get mad at ME for the stuff your man says

Elliot, Roberto, and Ozzy all fighting over me is... not it. Elliot, I've told you at every turn that I'm not interested. Roberto, I've told you at every turn that I AM interested. We had sex on the daybeds, you're fine. Ozzy, all along you've been chill, this isn't like you

Can we talk about that "grand gesture"? Because I hate it. First of all, gathering everyone to watch a grand gesture is fucking stupid and icky. Second, that dance was not the way to do it - honestly there are 3 things that a guy should never do for me, and those are: sing, dance, and write poetry.

I was literally so tempted to pick Ozzy because that Roberto dance came so close to giving me the ick. The only reason it didn't is because I choose to ignore it as canon (and because I know the other guys did equally cringe things)

I forget what else happened.

oh wait.

More under the cut.

Don't read if you haven't played or heard what happens.

WHAT?!?!?!

First when MC got dumped I was like, NO WAY she's less popular than Amelia and Grace. But then I was like, okay, she'll be back as a Casa Amor girl, no problem. That's cool, we're here for it. I like the shock factor, and let's be real, this is what we've been dying for.

But getting that text and she actually WON the public vote? Going into CA early to chill with 4 new guys? I mean... I guess I can't be mad about it. But wtf??

I hope Marshall's there because otherwise I'm not having a good time. Marshall, my legs are open. A poly with Roberto is waiting for us.

I'm guessing we'll be there a day early and then the other 3 girls will join us. The 4 guys will be left in the villa with 4 "new" girls - but lol if they're getting Ivy as a returner along with new girl Flo and some randos who are irrelevant.

Then there's still 1 boy left to come in, whether that's during or after CA I couldn't guess. I know @rebelrayne's theory but there are only 4 guys left in the villa so the numbers aren't matching up for me (unless I forgot someone again, lmao).

[mesillusionssousecstasy]

The Summer I Turned Pretty 2x06 - "Love Fest"

In this episode, I really didn't know what happened to the writers, because from episode 5, Belly just wanted to stay focus on Jeremiah and being kissed by him, to the next day remembering Conrad all over again. This is so fucked up, even more so that it has only been six weeks that Susannah has passed away and now, Belly is playing a very very messy game with the two grieving brothers. Teasing to an extreme Jeremiah on one side then remembering the past with Conrad on the other. Do the writers know we are not in a Game of Throne's episode, I really don't see an incestuous relationship taking place between the three of them here.

Anyway, one thing I can tell is that the chemistry between Jeremiah and Belly is undeniable, the sexual tension is so so strong. It's just unrealistic that she hasn't kissed him already. And if I'm not mistaken Belly had more cuddling and scenes with Jeremiah than Conrad.

What I didn't like in this episode was those unrealistic scenes that didn't make sense at all: - This inheritance nonsense, because now we know that the house went to Susannah and Julia, so the Susannah's part should have been to Conrad and Jeremiah. WTF - Belly asking kindly for alcohol, it's not Europe you guys. - The "retro" cloths for the party? Come on, no one used to wear that in the 90's, nor really listen to those songs. - The horrible blue light inside the house which just happened to be there. - The middle name to prove that someone will like you. - Jeremiah and Belly not kissing on the sofa. - The random fight around Conrad asking Jeremiah's blessing for Belly, taking way more proportion than selling the House and Susannah's death. - This obsession over Taylor Swift's songs.

But, let me tell you this episode was a big win for Taylor and Steven relationship. They were the one concerned by the title of the episode. Good for them. Now, we know why Sheila didn't come back (sorry is in Ibiza) this season. I feel sad for that, but in the same time a bit joyful, because otherwise we would have never get those two together.

Finally learning approximatively when Susannah has passed away : "six weeks ago" from what day? The timeline reminds still a mystery to me.

I really didn't understand why they have created this Aunt Julia nonsense. She is useless and not interesting. I think they had to create content. But the same story could have worked with Conrad and Jeremiah's father trying to sell the house.

I don't understand this sudden excellent friendship between Steven and Conrad, this didn't make sense at all, because next season Steven was always hanging out with Jeremiah.

What I liked was the pool scene with Belly and Jeremiah as a call back to season 1 with this time a Taylor Swift's song entirely for them.

I still don't know if I really care about Skye and Cam at all. It's ok, but not necessary to the storyline.

I really didn't like Belly apologizing to Conrad about the words exchanged during the funeral. She wasn't the one to be blame. Conrad acted as an asshole like he always does.

Interesting Belly, so Jeremiah's kisses are the hottest.

Conrad not being serious for one minute while Jeremiah was showing him their old pictures in the garage. Even mocking Jeremiah's greek portrait painted by their deceased mother. Way to go Conrad.

Taylor's advice to Belly was good and logical.

It was nice to see Nicole again and the gang back, even for a short moment, but their only interaction was with Belly, why???

I'm very astonished that Jeremiah and Conrad's fight have taken place only now and not days or months before. I thought the situation would have exploded way earlier.

I didn't really like the beach scene between Belly and Conrad. Belly facial expression wasn't good. Conrad being is true self, almost tossing Belly on the sand. Honestly when he used "We did". It was so harsh. Like she didn't even matter to him. He has moved on from her a long time ago.

Overall, a strange episode that I haven't seen coming at all.

I will post the quotes and the new prediction that I found tomorrow, going directly to bed (having slept only 2h30), dreaming about Jeremiah and Belly kissing and not being interrupted this time.

Good night.

[triclitch]

SPOILERS JJK 236

So with my last post I got a suki fan writing 'copium' which, ya kinda but I feel no dead hard Suki fan is actually reading the explanations. As someone who loves both Suki and Jo it's pretty annoying seeing people just trolling to troll.

So allow me to illustrate and don't bring any bias.

Last Chap we had

(During the fight the narrator statesfor the first time Sukuna felt fear. It's also stated that Suki needed Mahoraga to help beat gojo (to adapt to his technique.)

ALSO it's stated that due to multiple black flashes and hitting himself with purple Gojo has regenerated his curse energy and can use RCT

And is at the highest CE input yet. )

Then we have

First thing first.

What a jump, even with the whole heaven combo it made it even weirder of a jump.

Like if both Gojo and Sukuna were at deaths door, and Gojo ended up dying from his own Hallow purple and then Sukuna laughs and says what he did in this chapter (you are strong I will never forget you gojo Satoru. ) then dies AFTER thus pseudo-ly being called the strongest.

I would be like okay.

But the fact that we don't see Sukuna healing, we don't see a the least bit a close up of his face that gives us a hint that he's up to sownthing.

We don't even see / here his thoughts of coming to the world cleave conclusion.)

Also when did this happen?

During Gojo's blast? But if so we should've seen a realization from Sukuna when Mahoraga cut off Gojo's arm.

And we shouldn't have seen suki looking worried and yelling at Mahoraga to intercept red(blue? I forget) he shoukd have done his own signs and or something else to make it more believable.

Also, plot wise ...how the heck does Yuki and Yuta beat suki now, he can cut through infinit space so he can just target the person or the space by the person to cut them.

That's like infinity but offense instead of defense. Too op.

I would have liked to either see them due to eachother/together as mentioned above or Kenjaku...who as a conflict/ villain still has not been resolved!!! Like if sumuna is the fight before the actual big bad, then wtf are the team gonna be fighting kami-jaku?!!

I wanted to see Gojo die or lose Six eyes/his CE. He needed to be taken out for the plot. But it was so random, and had shifty off screen death.

(Sure it was explained how Suki killed him)

But there should have been some lead up.

Also yarouzo's gift wtf is that?

Why did suki say don't let me down?

Why did Gojo say bye to his friends in the afterlife?

Why did Gojo decide to steal Toji's clothes what was the significance ?

Why is Gojo's shirt somehow still on but I'm seeing Megu-kuna Adolescent nipples..

What do the rebirth flowers mean?

What was Kenny up to, is he taking more backshots?

If Kenny was afraid of Jo, but had to help Suki find the perfect vessel, does that mean Kenny is the strongest?

What was the point of seeing Geto's hand choke Kenny?

Oh side theory, since with ..(I forget which chap.) Toji coykd take back control o his body cuz the body was stronger then the brain.)

I think, Geto upon Gojo's death , is gonna be pushed over the edge (cuz we saw him crying)

And either A. Makes Gojo a curse somehow (he's the curse manipulation person not me)

Or B. Somehow kills suki (cuz he needs to be taken out ) or absorbs him (cuz Suki is on God level now.)

Or

C. Somehow give Jo his curse energy so that Jo can heal, newly awakened jo takes out suki (they take out each other)

(Also Gojo may not be fully healed ut may be a boost like a hourglass where he's only alive and ascended to God level for a short time. Kinda like might guys 8 gate )

And the Kenny takes back over wrecks shit and then yuji and yuta take him out the end.

[iviarellereads]

The Dragon Reborn, Chapter 2 - Saidin

(THIS PROJECT IS SPOILER FREE! No spoilers past the chapter you click on. Curious what I'm doing here? Read this post! For the link index and a primer on The Wheel of Time, read this one! Like what you see? Send me a Ko-Fi.)

(Dragon fang icon) In which someone's not doing so well.

PERSPECTIVE: Perrin guides Leya to Moiraine’s rough hut. She goes there immediately, and Perrin moves closer to the cookfires. Min says that Leya is going to die soon. She wishes she saw more happy things, but all happy futures seem to have gone away. There's some discussion, and she remarks that it's odd how Perrin cares so much about the Tuatha'an, they're utterly peaceful but she always sees violence around them.(1)

Loial finally hears them over his focus on his book and asks about the Tuatha'an. Min tells Loial about Leya's arrival, and what she sees. He gives another lecture about ta'veren and how they shape the Pattern around them, and they're privileged to get to stay with three ta'veren even if Mat's in Tar Valon by now. Min grumbles that it's not like she had a choice.

Rand exits Moiraine's hut, and the Shienarans all bow, but he disappears into the woods. Perrin says he'd better go talk to him. Perrin finds Rand in the same spot he's sulked for months, muttering the "twice and twice shall he be marked" part of the Dragon prophecies. Perrin just sits nearby until Rand asks if he thinks Mat's alright. Perrin says they must be in Tar Valon by now, and asks if Rand wishes he were still a sheepherder. Rand says he has a duty, and there's nobody else who can do it. People are declaring for the Dragon, and they're fighting, and searching, and dying, and praying for the man who should be leading them, but here he sits, safe in the mountains, all winter. Moiraine is right that if he joins any one small group, they'll be overrun by Whitecloaks or Domani or Taraboner armies in an instant, but he still feels guilty.(2)

Perrin asks why he argues with Moiraine if he knows she's right, and Rand says he has to do something or he'd explode. Do what? Perrin asks. Rand explains that Moiraine says he'll know what to do next, the Pattern will force him to it, but she never says how he'll know.

Rand gets so angry that the earth starts to quake beneath them, until Perrin snaps him out of it. Perrin's like, wtf, dude? And Rand says sometimes he can't help but to reach for saidin, even as sick as the taint makes him feel. But sometimes he reaches out and it's like catching air... what if that happens during the Last Battle?(3)

Perrin asks him what he did this time, then, and Rand says he didn't mean to do this, he just had to send the power somewhere before it burned him up. Perrin says there are enough people out there trying to kill him without him doing the job for them. Now, come on, it'll be dark soon.

Rand says he wants to be alone, but stops Perrin once more to ask if he dreams when he sleeps. Perrin says he doesn't remember much of what he dreams anymore. Rand says the dreams are always there, and wonders if they sometimes tell true things.(4) Then he falls silent, and Perrin goes back to camp.

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(1) I bet he'd say they invite it by being such eager victims, given the chance and the vocabulary to do so. Do you think the narrative agrees? Do YOU agree? (2) I think a certain sense of responsibility toward the people who would declare for you like that is healthy, but I also think overburdening yourself with guilt over other people's actions and choices hurts you both. (3) Is it just me, or does it seem like more is going on with Rand here? It's interesting, because whenever he's been conscious to this point, we've generally only seen him from inside his own head. Now, we can only see what Perrin sees. How much does that affect how we interpret his behaviour? (4) Egwene's dreams seemed to be telling truths. Why not Rand's? Whether or not he's being played by one of the Forsaken again.