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collecting-stories · 4 years ago

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Missing - John B Routledge

Request: May I request #43 and #90 from your monster prompt list for John B? You're my favorite writer on Tumblr these days

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You weren’t selfish enough to say that you were taking it harder than anyone else. Everyone was equally devastated and who were you to judge anyone else’s pain, but you knew how hurt you felt. You had grown accustomed to the ache that settled every time you thought about John B. It happened often. Sometimes without any warning signs, sometimes because something so minute it shouldn’t matter reminded you of him.

You burst into tears in the dairy section of the grocery store, falling onto the floor and wiping tears away while you tried to shuttle yogurt back into your basket. You couldn’t even look at eggs without thinking of him.

When Big John had gone missing, you’d been there, watching John B go through the motions, desperate to take away the pain. You always told yourself that if you could’ve shouldered that burden you would’ve. It was just a string of words at the time but you had been sure you had meant them. Because even in your wildest dreams you hadn’t thought that taking on the burden of not knowing would mean not having John B by your side.

Shoupe had gotten tired of hearing from you and Pope and JJ and Kiara. At least one of you calling every day. Was there any word? You’d been so mad at him when he left, so annoyed that Sarah was going with him, that you had hardly cared about the storm. Until Shoupe was saying that they lost the radio and the coast guard reporting no sign of a ship. They scoured for days, weeks, but nothing. He was missing. Just like Big John.

“He can’t be missing!” You had insisted, vehemently, when your father broke the news to you. “He can’t be missing, they have to keep looking.”

“They will, honey, they will, but for now he’s officially a missing person.” He had tried everything to calm you down until he finally settled on reasoning with you, possibly the worst of all the attempts. “Now, missing just means they can’t find him, it doesn’t mean anything else.”

The anything else he meant was death. You knew that.

“They said Big John was missing too. They said he was missing and he was dead on that island! They said and...what if John B...what if he doesn’t come back? What if he’s not out there?” You cried, almost impossible loud, as you pictured it. John B stranded somewhere, giving in to sharks or the current or anything.

“They’ll find him.” Your dad tried again, sitting beside you, arm around your shoulders. It wasn’t right that you were making this much of a scene, that your parents were condoling you over a boy they hated so much they had probably wished he’d disappear.

Wasn’t it you, three days after he broke up with you, that was skirting out after dinner, swearing to be back and calling out that John B needed you. Needed. What a word. You needed him. More than he needed you or gold or Sarah or Nassau. You needed him. Here in the empty Chateau, here in his bed talking to you about ships and stars, here on the marsh. Here, alive, happy, you needed him.

“What if he’s not alive when they do?” You asked.

“We can’t think about the what if’s.”

But it was all you could do. What if after what if for months until you exhausted yourself. You tried to focus on other things. Parties, work, friends that were still on the island, friends who understood. You tried on different guys but none of them stuck. Maybe they would have if John B was still alive but he wasn’t and all they did was remind you of what you were lacking. When you cried as one of them kissed you, you knew it was the end of your brief love affairs.

It was like your whole body ached for John B.

And then one day you woke up feeling a little less foggy. You felt like you were aware, like you were living your life not just watching it. You didn’t mop in bed the way you had been but went for a walk on the beach instead. When you came home no one was there but the potted plant next to the door, the one that hid a secret spare key, was moved slightly.

Your dad had a forgetful streak but you took your phone out just in case, ready to call the sheriff if something was a miss. Everything in the house seemed normal, some mud on the stairs but that was a given living so close to the marsh. Your door was a jar when you had left it open and you pushed it, watching it swing open and the intruder spun around, alerted by the creaking noise.

“Oh my god,” your phone hit the carpeted floor and you stood there in the tiny ranch, hands to your mouth as you stared at John B. Hair a little longer, looking a little rougher than before, there he was. “Oh my god.”

“Hey, hey,” he reached for you, pulling you into arms that hadn’t held you in months. Whatever he meant to do, being held by him only made you more hysterical and you wrapped your arms around him, crying, “shh, babe, it’s okay. We’re okay.”

“God, I missed you so much.” You pressed your face to his shirt, tears staining the Hawaiian print translucent. “I thought, I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, I missed you too.” He brushed hair out of your face and kissed your forehead, hand pressed to your cheek. He was warm and welcoming and you had missed him so desperately that having him here now had you wondering how you had survived without him.

“Does everyone else know?” You asked, suddenly. Had he gone to see Kiara or Pope or JJ?

“Not yet, hey, don’t worry I’m gonna tell them.” He promised, “I just wanted to see you first. I missed you so much.”

John B was positive that he could never be sorry enough to make up for leaving you on this island though he wouldn’t have wanted you out there, capsizing in the ocean. You would have been loyal though, a trustworthy companion and it shouldn’t have taken going to Nassau to see that.

“I’m sorry,” he began apologizing again, ignoring his own thoughts on its worth, “I’m sorry about Sarah.”

You sucked in a breath. You weren’t sure you wanted to hear that name ever again, half expecting her to jump out from some corner and ruin the moment. Here in this room John B was all yours, at least for right now.

“Where is she?” You asked.

“Somewhere, here, Nassau...I don’t know.” He clarified. He and Sarah had lasted less than he expected or hoped in the aftermath of breaking up with you. “I’m sorry I left you like that...I’m sorry for Sarah. I just...I just wasn’t listening to my head.”

“Trust me,” you assured, “I tried to move on, no one is you.” The tears came back before you could stop them, choking out that you had thought he was dead. Worried that he was on some island somewhere and no one would ever find him and he would die and you would be here not knowing. “They said it was a disappearance.”

“I know, they had too, it’s okay.” He promised, pulling you into him again, “it’s okay. I’m here, nothing can hurt you.”

“I don’t care what does, as long as you’re here.”

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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skin starving

tony stark x f!reader fluff. no warnings, just a few f-bombs. touch starved tony’s third person pov. words: 2,5k. no beta because i just really needed to get this off my chest.

recommended music to go with the story: two feet - 'love is a bitch' & 'quick musical doodles'. Or any lo-fi hip-hop radio really.

It started as an itch. At first, a small but bothersome thing, that kept him up at night, steering the already unreasonable hours of wakefulness into dangerous territory. The cold of his bed was unappealing and more often than not, he’d started passing out on the flat surfaces nearest to him: workshop, lab, common room couch, the lazy boy in Bruce’s apartment.

The team noticed, of course, they weren’t blind. They all had been on edge the first few months after Pepper left him. They expected him to act out, lock himself up in his lab or go back to his old habits of boozing and bringing home a different girl every night. And he had tried that, once or twice, but airheaded twenty-somethings weren’t appealing anymore. Most of the time their ass kissing and blatantly flattery annoyed him further into self-loathing abyss. He simply couldn’t step up to be the kind of man they described him to be - it seemed as if every woman on planet Earth had a whole list of expectations he specifically could not meet.

With Thor off planet, not one remaining person on the team was particularly touchy-feely. And that was the thing with Tony Stark: as an engineer, as a mechanic, he made his way through the world hands-first, every approach he had was hands-on. During late nights and early mornings, he laid in bed, sleepless and dreamless, desperately refusing to admit his own touch starvation.

Whenever Rogers threw an arm around his shoulders during a particularly successful team bonding activity, it took every ounce of willpower Tony had to not lean into it and purr like a cat. He hadn’t truly forgiven Steve for his cold, cruel words of criticism shortly after Pepper’s departing. He wasn’t going to chummy up to a man who thought him selfish, opportunistic and self-absorbed.

Tony became irritable and withdrawn. He simultaneously craved and avoided even the casual, friendlier attention his teammates gave him on a daily basis. His usual snark became that much more biting, having caused several people to storm out of team meetings.

On a cold autumn morning, Tony had found his way at the tower’s Starbucks on the employee floor. He had squeezed a generous five hours of restless sleep and he was sick of the plain black coffee in his kitchen. A spontaneous desire for something sweet and creamy and caffeinated led him to the place in line at the cafeteria, only a few early birds ahead of him.

Tony’s brain was hazy as it had been past few weeks, dull from the lack of rest and the hyperfixation of his own skin feeling alien to him. For once, he wasn’t typing away on his StarkPhone as he usually did to avoid being bothered; Tony stared straight ahead, unseeing, nothing but white noise in his usually racing brain.

Two women stood in front of him and he couldn’t help but overhear a part of their conversation.

“… Are you really horny or just lonely or touch-starved, though? I mean, Tinder? It’s not really your style.”

“Eh, I dunno. Probably the second but it’s not like men go on Tinder to find a cuddle buddy.”

“Well, maybe? I’ve heard about arrangements like that.”

“No offense, babe, but it’s probably kids in their early twenties. Those gen-z’s, babe, are weird. I’m not really up to date on all of that.”

The topic of the conversation was what piqued Tony’s interest; the world liked rubbing salt into his wounds and hysterically laugh at his misfortune. Bleary-eyed, he briefly scanned the two women: both appeared to be interns or junior techs in his company, evident by the purple employee badges hanging from their bags.

“So what are you going to do?” One woman asked the other as their turn to order took Tony one step closer to obtaining his desired caffeine.

“Unless someone normal magically appears with an offer of no-strings-attached, good ole’ snuggle fest, I guess I’m getting dicked down on Saturday,” The other replied with a teasing tone. The lack of excitement in the last part of the sentence was obvious.

“Gross,” The first one shook her head and hurriedly rattled off her order to the barista who looked about as disgruntled as Tony felt.

Hours and three coffees later, Tony’s overactive brain was still stuck on that woman from the cafeteria. Her back, her purse stuffed full of colorful manila folders, her neatly gathered hair - Tony Stark had nearly perfect memory and he remembered every single detail despite his brain fog. Objectively, she was attractive, no more no less than a different dozen of women he’d seen at any point in his life before. So why was he hung up on her?

It didn’t take him a long time to find her file, faster than he’d liked to admit. Manually sorting through hundreds of interns, lab technicians and various second-tier employees wasn’t exactly considered productive but with Pepper and her nagging out of the picture, Tony could afford to slack off a little bit.

So he found her name and her e-mail address, skimmed over her performance report with satisfaction, finding her to be a busy bee in the 90-th percentile. Her superiors considered her trustworthy, hard-working and communicative, all good traits.

Pepper’s absence meant he’d have no one to cover his ass should he get slapped with a harassment suit; however, he was the Tony Stark after all. He had more money that he’d cared to count and an army of lawyers at his disposal 24/7.

Amidst the jumbled mess of wires, circuit boards, tablets, empty coffee cups and the occasional piece of paper, Tony typed up an e-mail to the woman sharing his… Condition.

“I heard you and your friend talking at Starbucks. I could use a cuddle buddy. Wine and Netflix at my place? What’s your takeout preference?”

No. That came off way too creepy, like he was some kind of a dirty eavesdropper.

He contemplated some more, typing up and erasing multiple e-mails with various proposals: his penthouse, her place, a three Michelin star restaurant, a walk in the park. Almost all of it screamed ‘date’, like he’d drag her off to bed the very moment an opportunity wouldn’t present itself. It wasn’t so: Tony Stark, the playboy genius, had his dick firmly tucked into his pants. The thought of fucking her crossed his mind only briefly, quickly being chased away by the thought of her fingers running through his hair. Her warm, soft body in his arms. Just laying on his couch, eyes closed, reveling in each other’s arms.

Tony hit send on the least obnoxious option. He baited his breath, clicking his fingers in anticipation as the message showed itself to having been delivered.

“Mary, is this you trying to be funny? Stark is going to fire you if he finds out you’re impersonating him to stop your friend from going on a questionable date. Grow up.” Came the very prompt reply, ending with a short string of angry emojis. Tony could totally trust a person who used emojis unironically and generously.

“For the record, I wouldn’t be mad if somebody pretended to be me for the sake of saving their cute friend from a creep. The problem would be making it look credible.” Tony typed up the answer without thinking, quickly snapping a picture of himself holding the Starbucks cup with his name written on it, throwing his usual sloppy peace sign. He attached it to the email and hit send.

“WTF” Came the reply not a minute afterwards. He let it sink in, giving the woman some time to gather her wits. She did not disappoint. “Okay, even if we pretend this is real - which I doubt - what’s in it for you? If you heard our conversation, you surely know my stance on the matter.”

“I’m always glad to prove you wrong. I’m a genius - comes with the territory.” Tony simply couldn’t resist adding a generous dose of snark. “You’re welcome to meet me after clocking out. Use the private elevator, my AI will beam you up.”

The reply took a considerably long amount of time, seeing as previously, she typed back rather quickly. “Please don’t be a creepy rapist, Scotty. Fingers crossed.” Tony managed to almost break his stylus twice. His hands shook, and he had to tell himself to breathe - still, he laughed at the clever way she replied.

Several more hours later, during which Tony had nearly paced a hole through various floors on the residential side of the tower, he took a quick shower, dressed in a flattering but comfortable designer sweatpants and polo combo and made himself at home on the obscenely large living room sofa on his own, private penthouse floor.

He was up and running towards the elevator when Friday’s voice notified him of the woman entering the elevator on the employee floor. Tony tousled his hair, adjusted his glasses, fiddled with the drawstring of his pants.

The woman was wearing casual office wear, pants and a loose blouse, a lab coat loosely draped over her arm and her purse hanging off the shoulder on a thin strap. Her hair was loose now, a little frizzy as if she continuously ran her hands through it. Tony quietly rejoiced at not being the only nervous one.

Clever eyes scanned the room with unhurried interest before finally landing on him. “Not too shabby, if I say so myself,” The corners of her mouth tilted in an attempt at a smile, it was obvious she was studying him.

“Thanks, I try my best,” Tony smirked. Humble he was not. “So, how do you want to do this?”

“I see a comfortable couch,” She looked to be grateful for being given the opportunity to lead this interaction. “Let’s park our behinds on it, bicker for ten minutes about a movie choice and settle on one none of us really like. Then we can tell each other our no-no zones and, well, yeah,” She started out confidently. Probably practiced in the elevator. But towards the end, her shyness took over.

For Tony, it was kind of cute. A nice change from suck-ups that flocked him at every social gathering in hopes of getting something out of him. The woman that had tossed her bag carelessly on the far end of the couch and untucked her blouse looked and felt like the exact opposite of those people. She looked willing to give.

Tony sat next to her, keeping a couple of inches of free space between them. “Food preferences? Food allergies?” He asked, tapping the food delivery application.

“Nope, and I will eat just about anything.” He felt more than saw her side-eyeing him. Both of them were jittery. So uncharacteristic for Tony, to be blushing and stammering like a high school boy. Sex was easy, but intimacy? Complex. It was addictive and eventually, painful.

Movie decisions were surprisingly easy and she said so. They settled on a Tarantino classic, an old flick neither of them had watched in a long time. As the discussion progressed, Tony used his wits to find out more about her without making it seem like an interrogation. He had run a background check on the woman and her family but those only went that far, besides, it was a great opportunity to practice the tips Natasha had shared with him at one point or another. Being friends with spies had it’s perks.

They ate their food until their bellies were full. A comfortable, relaxing stupor, being warm from the inside out.

Tony noticed when the woman spoke, she spoke with her hands. She had caught herself grasping his forearm multiple times when they’d got more passionate about their discussion. And what Tony loved the most was that she refused to apologize. He saw a kindred soul in the woman; quiet until something struck her fancy. Then, she became a whirlwind of ideas and opinions.

In no time, it became a natural action to extend his arm and wrap it around her shoulders, reclining backwards. There was little grace in laying belly-up like a dead fish but the woman didn’t seem to mind. Watching him out of the corner of her eye, she laid down sideways, throwing a leg over one of his own.

Her palm traced the outline of his arc reactor when something on the screen caught her in a moment of intense interest. Tony preferred to avoid the cursed thing - scars around it definitely did not do any favour to his aging, marked body - but he found himself exhaling the tension when it was obvious the woman really did not care. An occasional quiet hum of satisfaction was the only noise that came from her: he noticed the sound escaped her lips every time his thumb began fiddling with the sleeve of her blouse and rubbed against her arm.

He was quite content. It was warm, he was surrounded by so much warmth.

The hug was mutual when she left home, both of them comfortable with the gesture for people who had met in a rather unconventional way.

She started coming over a couple of times a week, a quiet evening of the best takeout in NYC and (mostly) interesting movies. A solace, always a single e-mail away.

Tony saw her in the cafeteria once or twice; he appreciated the brief, tiny secretive grin she gave him out of her friend’s eyesight. She never approached him. He was grateful for that. He didn’t want to deal with all the drama and all the fuss surrounding incidents between him and his employees. It was nobody’s business what any of them did after clocking out - and him and his cuddle buddy, they weren’t even fucking, for Thor’s sake.

Maybe they would get there someday. Or maybe they won’t. It was only now for Tony. The rare free Saturday night he had, he truly took a vacation from all the bullshit and lured her in with promises of very expensive wine, her favourite New York style pizza and the willingness to entertain watching a few of those funny YouTube videos she liked.

They did watch them and Tony didn’t mind. He stepped over the irrational fear and the initial discomfort and curled up around her, hiding his face in the soft cotton of her worn hoodie, his own breath tickling his face in warm puffs. The hand running through his hair was tender like it never was with Pepper - his ex was far too preoccupied to baby her grown-up boyfriend. But the woman moulded to his body like an extension of himself was happy to do so. Tony’s hair was longer now and it glided perfectly along the woman’s palms.

His heart was steady, thumping in his ears, overshadowing the noises coming from the TV. He exhaled and felt her other hand begin tracing circles on his back, as if she saw the stress and the bitterness leave his body with every caress, every brush of their bodies. Maybe she did?

He held onto her, held her back like she’d held him. Safekeeping the warmth inside of him. Guarding his peace.

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karla-the-elemental-dreamer · 3 years ago

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KH-OC Week - Catch Up: Day 5 - (5 AUG 2021)

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The prompt I am doing for this one is 'Memory'. I thought this was just going to be a little diary entry simulation, but I ended up getting carried away and made a little fictional piece out of it. This does not necessarily follow my IRL existence and my dream avenues, this piece is more a completely imaginative fiction (incorporates only some aspects of stories from dreams); and what it would be like if I had a more concrete position, like living there for significant periods of time.

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Diary Entry Written: 8 AUG 2021 (8:08 PM)

Words: 1,652

As I sit here in isolation, thinking about how lonely it is here in the house, I remember all the times I spent with Riku and his friends, who are in turn my friends, and this makes me happy. All of a sudden I don’t feel so alone anymore, and as the memories replay, it’s like the people in them are actually with me; we are experiencing these moments all over again.

At the start, it was hard as I tried to introduce myself to a new world of people and vice-versa. I would tell Riku about myself, and it seemed like he was listening, but a few hours went by, and it’s like he forgot what I had told him… Sort of like he didn’t care, but then I knew Riku wasn’t naturally like this. At the time, I was new, and with Riku having redeemed himself from the darkness, I guess his insecurities were… Protecting him in a way; he did not want to be deceived again. It’s always hard at the start when I know exactly the person I want to show to others, but that they may not perceive me the way I perceive me. I knew exactly how Riku felt, which why I thought to myself, ��Just be kind”, because in truth, it’s sometimes actions that speak louder than words.

So I took it upon myself to look out for Riku’s friends when he himself couldn’t be there, or if he was there but he was caught up in another matter. I recall the first thing I did for one of those ‘guardians of light’, so they are called. Xehanort had gotten the best of Sora, shattering him into a million pieces (emotionally), as he was made to watch Xemnas almost incapacitate Kairi. I yelled to Kairi, “Why aren’t you using your keyblade? You have one!”. Of course at the time, Kairi didn’t know who I was, and so she was hesitant to follow my advice. But just as Xemnas was about to make her take her last breath, it seems like Kairi knew what I was on about, and fear was turned into common sense. I continued to yell from the bottom of the plateau; “you get into these situations because people think you can’t fight for yourself!”.

As Riku was busy trying to keep himself from being dominated by Ansem, he looked over at Kairi’s direction with a sort of slant in his face. He himself didn’t know that I was standing below, he could only be confused by the voice he was hearing, but then I think that in Riku’s heart, he agreed that Kairi needed to become stronger and stand up for herself more… Because others won’t always be around. As Kairi swiped the keyblade, Xemnas was launched back, with a shocked look on his face like he didn’t even think the girl could do it. Both Sora and Riku looked at each other, and then to Kairi, with a look of amazement as they saw that she pried herself from Xemnas.

I skip to after that battle, where I heard Kairi say to them, “I probably wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for that girl”. Sora had answered, “No Kairi, it was all you. See, you do have in you, and for that, I’m proud of you”. Kairi stopped him, “But that voice, it helped me a lot”. Riku was curious and so he peered through a wall of the graveyard ruins, and he could see me walking away as I felt I had done my job. A few of these moments, and down the track, Riku began to trust me and see that I meant no harm. Rather than pushing me away and only what I thought was him pretending to care, he took more of an interested and asked me what I wanted when he noticed that I wanted or needed something.

Six months later, and Riku is the father figure I never would have dreamed of back then. And back then I thought I could never show that I was weak, or he would become uncomfortable with such thoughts and push me away. But then he later would accept me for who I am, and he said that is was okay for me to be weak. As my dream guide, he told me that it’s impossible for a person to be strong all the time, and when the cracks show, that it’s no problem to rely on others to build us up. Though Riku did admit that he himself wasn’t perfect, and that some of the messages he shared with me were inspired by Sora’s way of thinking. Riku would tell me stories of the time he and Sora spent together, and he said that he loved Sora very much… But then Riku also admitted that he had a place for me as well, as he did for all his friends.

Down the track, Riku encouraged me to meet his other friends. In Twilight Town, he introduced me to Roxas, Lea and Xion. At first, Roxas didn’t seem too convinced that I was trustworthy, but after a few rods from Riku, Roxas was able to see. I remember telling Roxas that I was aware of all his trauma from the events of KH-Days and KH2, and I said to Roxas that if there was a way for me to bring him back in time so that he never had to go through such a thing, I would. In-fact that’s when I said to any guardian of light who had been through some sort of deep darkness. That if I had the power to change things, I would.

And this is in-fact how I became closer to Terra. Because of all that Terra had been through with Xehanort, he initially thought I was trying to lead him on. However, I understood exactly why Terra wasn’t convinced, and from Riku encouraging me and standing in the same room as I spoke, I told Terra that I understood exactly why. I stated that I witnessed everything that Xehanort did thanks to the accounts of KH-BBS, and I said that I would never wish that on anybody. I said to Terra that I wanted to see him enjoy his life, and that I would be a good friend who would do anything to help him get back the joy that he missed out on for 11 years.

So when I could go on a mission with Riku, I would. But the mission would be so dangerous that Riku wouldn’t let me go no matter how strong I claimed to be, Terra was always the first person he took me to, and in turn Terra would always be the first one to offer to look after me on Riku’s behalf. And then even in a streak of no missions, I lived with Riku on the islands, but I would occasionally go for sleepovers at the Land of Departure.

Aqua and Ventus would sometimes spend time with us, but everybody understood that Terra was my special connection to that place. So as Aqua would have bonding time Ventus, Terra would have it with me. I remember once, I brought a couple of canvas over as I wanted to see if Terra could paint. He didn’t have that steady-a-hand, and unfortunately he ended up making a bit of a mess, but we could make out that the painting was of him, Aqua and Ventus.

I ended up painting a picture of me, with the Land of Departure in the background, holding my Spirit of Brigid keyblade. Why did I decide to draw this keyblade? Firstly, I thought it fit the royal aesthetic of the place. But secondly, I had this memory while painting. The first time I picked up that keyblade, I didn’t realised it was serving as a music box as I heard the school song playing from within the metal! I remember I had to actually slap the keyblade, and that’s when the music stopped and I could use it as a keyblade and not a darn radio. In-fact these days, when the Spirit of Brigid plays the school song, Riku laughs, and he sometimes even slaps the keyblade for me.

So after I spent the night and/or day with Terra, Riku would come to collect me, and Terra would tell him what a great time we had, and if Terra actually had fun. And then Riku would take me home, back to the islands. That same evening, we would walk along the beach, and Riku would ask me for my perspective on the stay. And sometimes, depending on what I told Riku, he would turn my experience into lessons and give me further advice or insights into life.

I would ask how Riku’s missions went, but sometimes he wouldn’t say much. I knew he still kept some things to himself, but at the same time, I understood. It’s not because he couldn’t trust me. Instead, it was more because he likely wouldn’t wish his experiences on me, or something really bad happened to him that he just had to keep it inside. However, for as long as I was under Riku’s roof, even on our bad days, we would always end the night and start the new day together. We slept in his bed, and he’d have his arm over me, ready to comfort me if I had any nightmares.

So yes I may be trapped in my own house, outside the KH world at the moment. But when I think about the day that Riku took me in; Lea and Roxas taking me out for ice-cream whenever I visited Twilight town; Terra babysitting me, and having the delicious dinners that Aqua made, it’s like there with me at this very moment, and I know I’ll be back to see them soon.

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Hope you enjoyed reading that piece! Now to race to get Day 6 and 7 out in a reasonable time-frame so it isn't too late outside the week. Day will contain a special drawing that I trying to finish. Day 7 may be another written piece.

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theotherackerman · 3 years ago

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THE RUBBLE OR OUR SINS?

CHAPTER THREE: The bare face that only I know

Eren knocked softly on the door outside of Mikasa and Sasha’s shared room.

It took a few moments before Mikasa opened the door, her hair a mess.

“Commander wants us to move back to the cabin. Something about how Levi doesn't trust us here. Neither does Hange,” Eren explained.

Mikasa simply nodded as she was half asleep.

“I’ll get Sasha ready,” Mikasa replied as she started to close the door.

“Wait,” Eren said as he reached out to stop the door.

He raised his hand and smoothed out the hair that was sticking up. Mikasa blushed at the sudden but sweet gesture from Eren.

“There, see you soon,” Eren replied as he began to walk away.

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Squad Levi and the Commander would be moving back to the cabin along with Ymir and Historia

"Why are we relocating out here right now? We haven't even had breakfast yet…" Sasha grumbled as she unloaded one of the wagons.

"Because I have three brats who like to run off in the middle of the night and steal ships. That's why we're out here...again…" Levi sighed as he oversaw all the work.

"And to keep Eren and Historia safe," Hange added.

"Eren's got Mikasa as a guard and Historia has a titan shifter. I don't think anyone is going to touch them," Connie replied as he carried in barrels from the wagon.

"We also need to talk where no one is around," Ymir said as she picked up several crates. "I don't trust the Marleyeans running around."

"At least someone around here has some sense," Onyankopon said as he took the horses over to the stable.

Everyone stopped and just stared at him.

"I'm not from Marley. Besides, I'm the one who tied up Yelena and gagged her."

"And you did admit to helping them. That's the reason why you're here. You're trustworthy. Don't make me regret that," Hange said.

"You won't. I promise."

Hange nodded before moving on.

"You really think we can trust him?" Levi asked as they moved towards the cabin.

"Enough that he can stay at the small camp we set up. He's working on plans to change the airship. His plans for getting the radio towers up and running were well received," Hange explained as they moved closer to the cabin.

"Hope you're right, four eyes."

Hange hoped they were right too.

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Once the wagons had been unloaded and Onyankopon had gone to the small campsite to the south, the meeting was called.

It had started with Ymir debriefing them on what the Warriors were and how there were children being used. She explained how the Eldia area worked and what she had seen. She told them about the war, how she had fought, how she was used. She told them about the room where she was held and the cells. She told them everything she knew about Zeke, Pieck, and Reiner. She told them everything she knew about the man who had been poised to take on her titan. Then she told them what little she knew about the War Hammer.

There was a large piece of paper hanging on the inside of the cabin. Hange had written every titan shifter onto with their corresponding titan and what they knew about it.

"So you know nothing more about this War Hammer Titan?” Hange asked Ymir.

"No, I don't. Nothing besides that's what it's called. Zeke was just talking about it briefly. They didn't really want me to hear their plans," Ymir explained.

"Do you trust Zeke? Did he do anything that would make you think he would switch to outside?"

Ymir shook her head. "Honestly, I think Zeke is just out for himself. It wouldn't surprise me if he wanted to overthrow Marley but it wouldn't surprise me if he was lying about wanting to help Eren either."

Hange simply nodded.

“So what if I ate the Female Titan? Would I shift into a giant girl titan?” Connie asked Ymir.

“I don’t know. Why are you asking me?” Ymir asked as she crossed her arms across her chest.

“You were behind enemy lines! You heard about the War Hammer. If I was the Female Titan, I could touch my own boobs,” Connie smirked.

Levi sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jean just leaned his head back against his chair in annoyance with his best friend.

“Why would we make you the Female Titan? I’m clearly the best option,” Sasha added.

"No, Sasha. It’s me. I'll do it," Historia spoke up.

"No," Eren said.

"Absolutely not," Ymir said at the same time.

"What? Why not?" Historia asked.

"You're the only royal blood we have. Zeke's years are running out and unless he has a love child out there….no. Not you," Ymir said as she crossed her arms.

"We're trying to break a cycle. You having a kid will just continue the cycle....do you even want kids?" Eren asked.

"I wouldn't mind but….I don't think that's possible with my current…." Historia tried to find a word to describe Ymir.

Girlfriend seemed too simple of a term.

Ymir was so much more than that.

"Fiancé. That's the word you're looking for," Ymir smirked.

“You didn’t propose yet,” Historia muttered.

“What? My letter wasn’t enough for you? Besides, didn’t you come get me because you wanted to be selfish? You didn’t want to marry Eren and have a ton of kids with him. I’m here because of it. I’ll be damned if you take on a titan.”

“I just want…..I don’t know. I don’t want to be useless.”

“You’re the least useless person I know. How many of those guards did you take down? You, Mikasa, and Sasha were like a force of nature.”

Historia’s face went red. “I still want to help. I’m still the best to take on the Female Titan.”

“Nope. Not happening.”

"None of this is helpful. We can worry about who will eat her afterwards," Hange steered the conversation back.

“Or we could recruit Annie to our side,” Ymir suggested.

“Yeah, but how are we going to do that?” Connie asked.

“That’s not a horrible idea,” Hange added. “As with Eren, I believe it would take whoever a moment to get a hold of the titan shifter powers….I think if we could get Annie to switch sides, it would be in our favor.”

"So we're just going to ignore all the people she killed?" Connie asked after a moment.

"Are any of our hands really clean?" Levi asked.

“Okay, great. But aren’t we forgetting? She doesn’t like any of us. In fact, she tried to kill most of us in this room. Remember that?” Jean scoffed.

“That’s not entirely true. There is one person who she didn’t try to kill in this room.” Hange locked eyes with Armin.

Everyone followed Hange’s gaze.

“Annie did say she cared if you thought she was a good person,” Mikasa added softly.

Silence overtook the cabin.

"What? Why me?" Armin asked.

"You already go and see her. Might as well make use of that time," Eren suggested.

"I...I don't….I mean...I thought she might be able to understand what I'm going through…."

"She did have a crush on you. So it would make sense…" Historia spoke up.

"What?! No, she didn't!"

"Makes sense why she didn't kill you. She saw it was you and left. Seems like a logical conclusion to me," Jean added.

"So you go talk to her. We need to talk about what to do with Marley," Ymir said.

"We should attack them first. We need the War Hammer," Eren said.

"Good luck with that. The security is tight. I don't even know how these three got in. Not to mention that they're in the middle of a war. They're getting ready to send Zeke and Reiner into battle. Pieck and I weren't enough," Ymir explained. "We should see if we can capture the other three too."

"You think you can convince Zeke to help us?" Hange asked Eren.

"I can. I'll have to lie to him. I'll have to speak to him. I'll have to go into Marley," Eren said.

"I'll go with you," Mikasa said.

"They've seen your face, Mikasa. They'll know," Eren told her.

"I'll go with him," Jean said.

Everyone looked over at him.

"What? The suicidal blockhead will get himself killed and someone will have to take up his titan. And I'll be right there to do it."

"Fantastic," Eren muttered under his breath.

"Plus it'll help to have back up. If Zeke is lying…"Hange trailed off.

"I'll kill him," Eren replied.

"And then I'll take the Beast titan. Looks like you and I are going to Marley," Jean answered.

"We’ll discuss that at a later time. Mikasa, you feel like calling in another favor to Azumbito?" Levi asked.

Mikasa nodded.

"Great. Write the letter. See what she wants in exchange for information on the War Hammer.”

"Jean, I need you to ride out and find out how the radio towers are going. Connie, I'll need you to see how the plans are coming with the flying ship. Armin, go talk to Annie. See if you can get any reaction from her. Sasha, go check on Niccolo. See if he's heard anything about Zeke's plans. Ymir, Historia, try talking to Yelena. See what she knows. Use the information from Ymir's time in Marley in your favor. Also promise her a reunion with him. Eren, go through your father's things that you still have. See if there's anything about the War Hammer Titan or anything we can use," Hange commanded.

They all stood and saluted before going their separate ways.

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Mikasa had written her letter. Eren had been busy going through Grisha’s things. She made her way to his shared room with Armin.

“Anything?” she asked as she stood in the doorway.

Eren shook his head. “Nothing about the War Hammer. Nothing that I didn’t tell you either. I wonder…..”

Mikasa nodded.

“I wondered if I could trigger more of my dad’s memories by doing this but so far…”

“Nothing. Are you really going to go talk to Zeke?” Mikasa asked.

“I’ll try.”

“What makes you think that he won’t just ambush you when you go and meet him?”

“I don’t know. I just think….I’ve got to try.”

Mikasa walked into the room and sat down on Eren’s bed.

“Eren, do...you regret what happened yesterday?” Mikasa asked.

Eren shook his head. “No, do you?”

“No, I just…didn’t know if you did.”

Eren stood up from his spot on the floor and sat down next to Mikasa. He wiped a stray hair out of her face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

That was all Eren needed. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

It was less awkward this time as they both had some sort of idea of how this was supposed to work. Yet it was still only the second time either of them had kissed one another.

Eren couldn’t help but smile.

Never in a million years did he think that he would be back in this cabin, sitting next to Mikasa and kissing her.

Mikasa broke away.

“What?” she asked.

“Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just you’re smiling. Why?”

“Because I’m kissing you,” he replied before he kissed her again.

Yes, Eren could get use to this. Maybe….maybe what he had seen when he kissed Historia’s hand...maybe that future didn’t have to come to be. Maybe he could stop it. It didn’t need to be an endless nightmare.

He had to protect Mikasa.

Mikasa...that’s what mattered in this moment.

That’s all that mattered as her lips moved in sync with his.

“WHOA!” a voice came from the hallway.

Mikasa and Eren broke apart.

Connie was standing in the hall with the biggest grin on his face.

“What are you going on about?” Jean asked as he caught up to Connie.

“Uhh….I...Uhhh….thought I saw something. Just a shadow,” Connie replied as he continued walking to his room.

“What did you think you saw?” Jean asked as he passed by.

“A spider. A big one.”

Eren and Mikasa began laughing.

“What do you think they’re laughing about?” Jean asked.

“I dunno. Who knows what’s going on with those two?” Connie asked with a smirk.

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For the first time, Armin didn't know what to say to Annie.

Normally, he just said whatever was on his mind.

But now….when it mattered….he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Well.

That wasn't entirely true.

Armin kept thinking back to what Historia said. Had Annie had a crush on him?

If anyone would know, it would probably be one of the girls.

But no.

Annie couldn't.

She didn't.

Historia had to have been teasing him.

So he just sat there.

The shell from the ocean that he had brought with him still sat on the ground next to the crystal.

"Annie…..We need you. They got Ymir back. And now….now things feel like.....it's just unstoppable. I don't want anyone else to have to beat the curse like we do...we could really use your help right now. We have to…..do something…..” Armin pleaded.

But as with every other visit that Armin made, Annie seemed unaffected.

“This is pointless. You probably don’t know anything and even if you did, I doubt that you’d tell us. You asked me if I thought you were a good person. I do. I just don’t think we should have to die because the entire world thinks we’re monsters. We are just people, Annie. Like you’re just a person but we need you,” Armin remarked as he stood up.

Armin lingered for a moment before he stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“I need you,” Armin said before he left the room.

Armin should have stuck around, if he did, he would have seen the effects his words had on the woman trapped inside the crystal.

For the first time since the crystal had been formed, the woman inside opened her eyes.

Two blue eyes looked at the room she was kept in.

Maybe it was time.

#troos #my writing

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toothedsmile · 5 years ago

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The new demon: Chapter two

Chapter two: Some new faces

Prologue/chapter one

Once it had sunk in that you were in Hell you looked around. It struck you that while yes you had seen it already, those bodies just registered in your brain.

All that beautiful death thrown around you, not a single body part was spared, heh more like speared, arms, legs, heads and more of them were everywhere. It was such a wonderful sight for your eyes.

Merely a few seconds after the firework had left, started the demons to come out and walk on the streets. Some were walking around with carts, collecting what could be grabbed easily, leaving here and there some organs laying around for the little critters to take and eat.

Walking closer to a few remains, you crouched down to take the head of one. Bringing it closer to your face you inspected it. It had some fur around it’s face and very sharp teeth, the eyes were rolled back so you couldn’t check them but from what you could see, the sclera was red.

Once you stood back up you dropped the head with a disgusted frown and wiped your hands on some clean nearby cloth from another dead body that wasn’t cleaned up yet.

“Well then. What a warm welcome I guess.”

As your eyes wandered they saw something fall from the sky. It was like a blue insect, sadly enough he fell onto the streets.

As he was happily yelling.

“I’m alive! I’M ALIVE!” He was ran over by a blood red car.

“HA! That’s hilarious.”

Some white…spider? Thing ? Stepped out of the car, they spoke to the driver through the window, after a small talk he got angry, pointed some fingers and then the driver left.

Faintly you could hear the sound of a car crashing.

The spider looked behind them and saw an automat, you guessed that it sold drugs, because of what was written on the front in big letters ‘drugs’.

They bought some and just as they wanted to open the package of white powder it was snatched out of their hands by another demon.

You heard him yell “Hey!” And just after the thief replied “Up yours drag show” he was crushed by a gigantic piece of rubble that fell from the sky.

So you decided to walk up to the spider, with the most kindest smile that you could form and ask some stuff.

“Hello, excuse me.” Uninterested the spider turned your way, with a raised eyebrow he asked the silent question of ‘what do you want?’.

“Ah, I was wondering if I was in Hell?”

They smiled, a bit mockingly if you were honest but they answered anyway.

“You’re right hon! This is Hell. I guess you’re new here, aren’t you?”

Smiling you nodded as an answer. Slightly they narrowed their eyes but went back to normal fast.

“Lemme guess, you’re thinking that ya don’t belong here and that ya should be in heaven? ‘Cus if so, then you better give that up.”

Still smiling you shook your head, your eyes darkening with a knowing look.

“Oh, no worries. I’m pretty sure I belong here.”

Smirking at your answer they decided to end your “conversation” as the sounds of explosions and gun fire came closer. With a pair of their arms on heir hips, they used the other pair to grab your shoulders and turn you the other way around, pushing you further away from them.

“Now, it was wonderful to meet someone new but I think you should go now. See ya and goodbye.”

Then they walked away, leaving you with a stunned look, vacantly looking out in front of you.

Shrugging you decided to explore Hell, a little further down the street you could see some faint lights and a group of people standing around it. With your interest peeked you started walking towards it, as you got closer you saw that it was a shop called ‘Radio Hack’ that had a lot of tv screens on display with the news on.

You joined the group and managed to catch the last bit of the news before the break.

“Or should I say no dick?”

The woman spilled coffee on her male partner and spoke that after the break the princess of Hell would come over for an interview to talk about her newest project. From the picture that was displayed you could see that she was, quite happy for a princess of Hell.

The group remained there, waiting until the break was over. Some murmured about a person called Cherri Bomb and something called ‘turf wars’.

The break was over and you could see her sitting beside the, who you assumed, princess of Hell.

She spoke how Hell was her home and the residents her people, how she was against the extermination and said that she found a more humane way to lower the population of Hell. Her idea? Opening a hotel to rehabilitate sinners.

Some around you started laughing softly, talking how she was crazy and that her idea would never work.

“I figured that it would serve a purpose… a place to work towards redemption. Yeey?” She, well now you knew her name was Charlie, seemed to get less confident once she saw that people weren’t as excited as she was to open the hotel.

Someone new stepped within the group beside you, faint sounds, like an interrupted signal that came through a radio or something else were heard coming from the new person.

You glanced to them and noticed that they were quite tall and completely dressed in red, in an honestly, quite fashionable way. Even though it looked like it came from a few 50 years or more back.

Looking towards their face you could see that they had a gigantic smile and red eyes that glowed faintly in the shadows.

It seemed that they noticed your staring as they turned their own eyes away from the screens to yours. Trying to be polite you smiled softly and looked back to the screens where the princess was trying to convince people, standing on top of a desk and singing.

The beginning of the song (that came for heaven knows where) was calm and peaceful but as she continued it became more beat up, the music going faster.

Really liking the music you started moving side to side softly but when the guitar came your head unconsciously started nodding along with the beat.

And the only one who noticed was the one standing beside you, looking at you with a slightly amused expression. (as much as extra amusement he could show with that smile that hasn’t left his face yet)

Once she was finished it was silent for a little while before people started laughing at her.

The female news anker started belittling her, Charlie defended herself by saying that she already had a client name Angel Dust. The male sitting beside her spoke up about Charlie’s client in a surprised manner.

“The pornstar?”

The female turned to him, scratching the desk as she remarked. “You fucking would Tom.”

A very small conversation later they got breaking news, it seemed that Charlie’s client, Angel Dust, had gone to help Cherri bomb in the turf war, completely ruining everything she tried to save.

As you looked closer to the screen you noticed that Angel Dust was the spider you met when you fell down to Hell.

“Huh, talk about coincidences.”

The guy standing beside you decided to try and make conversation with you.

“How so sweetheart?”

Slightly startled by the voice and the way it sounded, you jumped a bit up, head snapping to the side where they stood. Getting over it you explained.

“Oh, well. When I fell down here, Angel Dust was the first person I spoke to. Funnily, you are the second one.”

Their smile widened, reaching higher to his ears. Your eyes averted for a small second, looking to the tv’s where the princess and Katie, you heard her name passing by, fighting with each other.

Hearing some the same weird noises that you heard previously, alongside another weird sound that you couldn’t describe, (hazbin pilot at 24:11 if you wanted to know) you turned back to your conversation partner, who you saw perking back up, looking at you innocently as if he didn’t have anything to do with the sounds.

“How wonderful! I presume you fell today? If so then I hope you had a warm welcome”

Out of nowhere you could hear laughing, like from some sort of show, like the Nanny. Smiling at the small world play and the unknown laughs, you decided that they seemed like a swell person to be around.

“Haha, that is true. You could say that my first time in hell was pretty hot to see. I’ve been here for probably around…let me think…. Maybe two hours at most?”

You weren’t sure why but his mile just grew even more at your answer, though it could be your little poke at Angel Dust in the form of a bad attempted pun.

Once the commotion had finished around the screens you decided that it was time to find a place of residence. Before that you remembered something that you had forgotten to do. “Ah! How impolite of me. I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Y/N L/N. Pleasure to meet you.”

They smiled and put out their hand for you to shake as they introduced themselves.

“Alastor. And a pleasure indeed my dear. Now I apologize but it seems that I have to cut this pleasant conversation short, I have some things I need to take care of you see?”

Smiling softly you nodded understandingly at his words. He was very polite.

“No worries. I too, have to go take care of some things.”

Saying bye to each other you saw him walk away.

Your eyes followed after him, and the one thing you noticed.

Was the way everyone, every other demon, big or small, moved out of his way as he passed through. No one daring to come close as they avoided eye contact.

Your previously narrowed eyes went back to normal as you plastered a lovely smile on your face when you saw that he looked back to send you one last smile.

Perhaps he wasn’t as trustworthy as he at first seemed.

Chapter three

I just wanted to add a little something. Thanks to @silvernight7 and @putridjoy the comments you guys left were the firsts on all the platforms i have this on and they made me very happy. I’d like to kindly dedicate this chapter to you two as you both had given me the motivation to write another chapter. Not to mention the people who reblogged and left hearts, everything i saw made me melt and i can’t thank you readers enough! I love you all! ~T.S

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin niffty #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin vaggie #hazbin husk #alastor x reader #nifty x reader #angel dust x reader #vaggie x reader #husk x reader #charlie x reader #chapter two #The new demon

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caranfindel · 5 years ago

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Recap/review 15.12: “Galaxy Brain”

Oh, my friends, so many things have happened since we last got together. Most of them bad. But let’s try to forget them and immerse ourselves in our favorite show again, shall we?

THEN: Sammy lost hope (Saaaaaaammmmmm!!!!), Chuck needs to visit his other worlds, and oh. Crap. Kaia. Claire’s wooden response to Kaia’s death, Dark Kaia’s stupid dramatic poses… ugh. I’m not here for any of this. And also, Jack has to do exactly what Billie says if he wants to kill God.

NOW: Four weeks ago. Earth 2. Apparently Radio Shack Shed is still in business in this other world. Maybe because Hillary Clinton is the president. Oh, but things are going to go downhill for Radio Shed, because Chuck just walked in.

I take it you’re unsatisfied with your viewing experience at home?

You have no idea.

Hee!

The friendly Radio Shed employee tries to interest Chuck in his giant wall o’televisions, but he’s not here for a TV. What is he here for? “An audience. It’s monologue time.” Each of the TVs begins to show scenes from one of Chuck’s worlds, including the interior of the bunker in our world, as he begins his monologue. As we watch Sam’s visions from the other worlds, Chuck complains that he created his one world, created copies, and should be happy. Because he’s gotten what he wants from hundreds of Sams and Deans, and could get more. But the other worlds don’t spark joy like the original Sam and Dean do. “They challenge me. They disappoint me. They surprise me. They’re the ones.” Chuck doesn’t need more. He suddenly realizes he needs less. It’s time to cancel “all the other worlds, the alternate realities, the subplots, the failed spinoffs.” YES, CHUCK, ESPECIALLY THE FAILED SPINOFFS.

Title card!

Sioux Falls. Our version. Jody is examining a dead cow. Alex calls, wanting to know when she’ll be home to eat vegan lasagna. Which sounds nasty. I’ve got nothing against vegan cuisine, but I think taking a dish that’s supposed to be loaded with cheese, and loading it with not-cheese, is a mistake. Just make spaghetti. Jody says she thinks her dead cow is evidence of humans, not monsters. She sees something suspicious in a barn and heads inside, where she is promptly clobbered.

Bunker. Sam’s wearing that orange plaid shirt that fits him just right, although the collar is higher than I’d like, and we’ve discussed my feelings on orange. Whatever TFW is talking about, he doesn’t like it. “Which part?” Dean asks. “Jack’s deal with Death, or the part where she’s got him eating angel hearts?” Yeah, there’s a lot to dislike there. Sam doesn’t think they should trust Billie, and he’s concerned about Jack’s state of mind, considering that he is still soulless, and was in the Empty for months. And I’m sure this was not intentional on the writers’ part, but I like the way this played out. When they first saw Jack, Sam was the one who immediately reached out, because his boy was back, and it wasn’t until later that he thought oh, things might be fucked up. Dean, on the other hand, immediately had his guard up, and took a moment before he decided it was okay and accepted Jack. This feels true to the characters and I like it. But as I said, I’m sure it’s an accident.

For his part, Jack is wandering the dark rooms of the bunker. He comes across the initials scratched into the table and touches Mary’s, then retreats to his room. Where a strange woman suddenly appears behind him and says she’s answering Jack’s silent prayer to Death, who is busy at the moment.

Meanwhile, Cas says he has some concerns, but Jack trusts Billie and he trusts Jack. And that makes sense. Jack is, what, two years old now? So of course he’s learned who is trustworthy. It’s not like he ever trusted Lucifer or anything like that. Sam reminds them of the required cosmic balance, what with Amara needing to be cancelled out by God. Dean says, having spent time with Billie and visited her library, that he believes in her and her commitment to the rules. He thinks she’s probably got it all figured out.

“Probably?” Sam says. “Like she had the Ma’lak box figured out?” Well, there’s an interesting point. Billie was sure there was only one road that didn’t end in chaotic destruction, and she was wrong. {Or she was lying. Discuss.} But Dean’s still willing to put his faith in her. After all, she was right about Rowena. And it’s the only plan they’ve got, which Sam reluctantly agrees with. Well, he doesn’t agree as much as he just stops arguing.

Skeptical Sam!

Jack is telling his visitor about how he called out to Billie for help with the Grigori, but she didn’t respond. The visitor must be a reaper. She’s a pleasant change from other reapers – a middle-aged woman with gorgeous silver hair and a matronly outfit. She assures Jack that Billie must have known everything would turn out okay, or else she would have stepped in. All Jack has to do is follow Billie’s rules – lie low, wait for instructions, and don’t use your powers under any circumstances, because God might find you. Oooh, what could possibly happen now? Whose life will be in jeopardy, forcing Jack to use his powers?

Approaching Jack’s room, Sam hears him talking to the reaper. Sam knocks on the door and then opens it, which is not cool. {Sidebar: A knock is supposed to say “can I come in,” not “here I come.” You should wait for permission to open the door.} Anyway. When Sam enters, the reaper is gone. Jack claims he was talking to “no one,” and Sam lets that pass. He tells Jack he’s just checking in on him, and stumbles a bit when trying to express how glad they are to have him back. He tells Jack that he could have come to them, even though I’m pretty sure Jack said he couldn’t because he was hiding from God, but that was so long ago that I’ve forgotten. But let’s concentrate on the important part of this conversation. Sam’s face.

He’s awkward and endearing and I adore him.

Dean and Cas are sharing a decanter of whiskey now that Sam’s finally out of their hair. {waves to the Destiel shippers.} Cas explains that he was sure Jack would save the world somehow, and he was “lost” when Jack “died” because he knew Jack’s story couldn’t be done yet. And now, he is absolutely sure that he was right all along. “Here’s to being right,” Dean offers as a toast. He’s also excited about the idea of revenge against Chuck, though Cas says he’s only interested in “Jack fulfilling his destiny.”

Can we just have several minutes of Dean drinking whiskey? Please?

But before Dean can spend a lot of time basking in his anticipated revenge, his phone rings. It’s Jody. Someone’s holding a phone up to her face, so she must be tied up. “Dean, I’m in trouble. Route 11, Fletcher Farm, the old barn. If you don’t come, I’m dead.” Yeah, looks like trouble, all right.

Fletcher Farm. The Impala pulls up next to Jody’s Sheriffmobile. (Aw, typing that makes me miss the Pimpmobile.) It’s just Sam and Dean, though Sam is on the phone with someone when they arrive.

Hello, gorgeous.

The guys find Jody tied up, as predicted, inside the old Fletcher barn. Sam starts to untie her, as Dean conveniently looks the other way and therefore completely misses someone attacking Sam. You will probably not be surprised to hear that this someone is Dark Kaia. She dispatches Sam easily, as people always do when it’s convenient for plot reasons, and gets Dean by the throat. “You have something that belongs to me,” she says. Which, as we know from the Then, is her magic spear. That got broken. Oops. Dean doesn’t care that he promised her he’d get her back to her own world, or that he promised to return the spear, because “that promise expired the minute you hurt our friend.” Although, Dean, you were conveniently ignoring that promise long before Jody got involved, but okay. Luckily, Jody is able to sneak up behind Dark Kaia and hit her with something, allowing Dean and Sam to pull their guns. Yay! {Sidebar: I love Jody, y’all, but that doesn’t mean I want her being the badass instead of Sam.} Sam asks Dark Kaia why she’s so desperate to get back to “that hellhole,” because apparently Sam doesn’t get that your home is your home, even if it’s a hellhole, which makes perfect sense, she said sarcastically.

It turns out the awful orange jacket doesn’t actually match the orange plaid shirt all that well.

Dark Kaia explains that her world is dying, and she knows this because she’s psychically connected to Kaia 1.0. Who is still alive, somehow. Jody feels awful, but Sam and Dean are the ones who didn’t even bother to haul her carcass back through the rift, so. {Sidebar: Coincidentally, I just watched “Defending Your Life.” I wonder if Dean’s feelings of guilt have changed since that episode?}

Bunker. Jack is beating Cas at Connect Four when they hear the creaky door open. {Sidebar: The Husband winces every time he hears the Impala’s squeaky doors. Do the Winchesters not know what WD-40 is?} Sam comes downstairs with Jody, and we have this weird conversation.

Jody!

Hey, Jack, Cas.

Nice to finally meet you in person.

Have Jody and Cas really never met? And if not, why did she casually greet him with “hey, Cas?” Weird. Carrying on. Dean appears with Dark Kaia, who also greets Jack, because I guess she knows him from Kaia 1.0’s dreams or whatever.

Time jump. Cas insists Jack can’t help Dark Kaia, and the guys are like, no shit. But they still want to rescue Kaia 1.0 somehow, so they send Jody into the depths of the bunker to look for something they might not have thought of that can help them jump worlds. Let’s just think about that for a minute. These two, experts in hunting and lore, residents of the bunker for the past 7 years and at least one of them a cataloguer of its contents, who spent a huge part of previous seasons trying to break into a different world and scouring the bunker for anything that would help, think Jody will find something they didn’t?

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Cas says he’s going to call Sergei to see if he has any more archangel grace. Sergei? Sergei who almost killed Sam recently, and had to be threatened with death to fix what he’d done?

Oh, seriously, for fuck’s sake.

Carrying on. Cas wants archangel grace because, other than Jack, it’s the only thing that’s opened a rift before. And Sam agrees, because both Sam and Cas have forgotten that an angel’s vessel retains some grace which can be extracted after the angel is gone.

Come on, guys. I’m trying, but you’ve got to meet me halfway. And this isn’t even a Buckleming episode.

Shhh. Concentrate on the pretty.

Dark Kaia yells that they’re wasting time, and Jack is right there and could get them to her world right now. “Hey, Not Kaia?” Dean says. “Not helping.” Hee! Jack decides he’ll do research instead, and then they have to decide what they’ll do with Dark Kaia. Jody says “She killed a prize heifer just to get my attention, then she jumped me, beat me up, and threatened to kill me. Do I get a vote?” Oooh, I like Dark Jody.

But the worst thing that happens to Dark Kaia is that they handcuff her to a table and force her to read a fashion magazine. She pretends she’s not interested, hurling it across the table, but sweetie, you’re not fooling anyone. I’m looking at your hair and makeup right now and I can tell you’re into it.

{Sidebar: Is this model supposed to remind her of Claire? Is that why she got upset, because she feels Kaia 1.0’s love for Claire? Discuss.}

Jack throws himself into the research and finds an old Italian spell that requires the liver of a monster which is, unfortunately, extinct because John Winchester killed the last one. Awkward. Dean suggests Jack check on Cas and Jody, and Jack does the oh, because I’m a failure look. The guys are sure they won’t find anything, but to me, the possibility of one spell that requires a monster’s liver implies that other spells might be possible. I mean, how special could that one monster be? Unless it was an archangel monster. Sam suggests he might be able to jerry-rig some magic using a substitute, and oh, guys, once again I’m sure this was accidental, but I love Sam being able and willing to do magic. Love it so hard. Unfortunately, he abandons this idea, since no substitutes are available.

In another part of the bunker, Cas is leaving fruitless messages with Sergei, who presumably remembers the last episode he was in better than Cas does. And Jody’s not having any luck identifying what she finds. They have a little chat about Claire, who is out of cell phone range (which means she won’t show up in this episode, thank you baby Jesus). Jody doesn’t want to involve her anyway, because she loved Kaia so freaking much after knowing her for, what, a day, and if they’re not able to rescue her, Claire would just be crushed.

I don’t know how we’ll be able to tell, since this is Claire’s crushed-by-the-loss-of-her-true-love face. And it’s also her Alex-borrowed-my-sweater-without-asking face. And her Patience-ate-all-the-Cheetos face.

Uh oh! Jack was listening! What will that do to him? He goes to see Dark Kaia and apologizes for not being able to do more. Dark Kaia blames him for Kaia 1.0 crossing over, and reminds him again that she’s going to die soon. Oddly, she doesn’t try this guilt trip on Dean, who pointed a gun at Kaia 1.0 and forced her into the car, as we saw in the Then. Dark Kaia says she crossed over into our world because she envied Kaia 1.0’s peaceful world, but it turns out she hates it, and desperately wants to go back to her own world. She grabs Jack’s hands and begs him to fix it. Jack touches her face, like he did when he was showing the Winchesters where Mary was being held in AU World, and sees Kaia 1.0 in the Bad Place. She’s got a shelter and a campfire and a lizard in a cage, so I guess things could be worse.

He goes to Sam and Dean and tells them he saw Kaia 1.0 and is going to save her. He confesses to dreamwalking, which is against Billie’s rules, but he insists it’s the right thing to do. “You’ve gotta be kidding me” says a voice from the shadows. Jack introduces Merle, his silver-haired reaper. “How did you get in here?” Dean asks, because he’s forgotten how reapers work, I guess.

(Checks again to make sure this isn’t a Buckleming episode.)

Merle says being willing to risk everything for one person isn’t just dumb, “that’s Winchester dumb.” Dean is offended but, well. She ain’t wrong. Merle says if Jack tries to use his power to save Kaia 1.0, she’ll tell Death. Jack says she should go tell Billie, but while she does that, he’ll open a rift, and therefore Merle will be in big trouble. And I kind of had the impression that reapers didn’t have to, you know, physically go find Billie to tell her anything, but maybe I’m the one who forgot how reapers work.

{Spoiler alert: I don’t think I am.}

Anyway, Jack’s threats work. Merle agrees to fix the bunker’s cosmic warding, which the Winchesters did not completely repair after Amara destroyed it. It can’t be restored permanently, but she can put up a temporary fix that will hopefully hide Jack from Chuck. And she’ll need to use Cas to juice it up. Oh, so many possibilities for disaster here. Later, Sam performs a spell and we see glowing sigils appear on the walls, which is a nice effect.

Sam reading the spell is also a nice effect.

Another time jump. The guys are packing for their journey. Dean asks how Sam feels about it, and Sam says “Honestly? It feels like we’re taking a big, probably stupid risk. It feels good. Disobeying cosmic entities, doing the dumb right thing. Feels like we’re back.” Aw yes. My boys, doing the dumb right thing.

Jody thanks Cas for staying, and he asks her to stay too. Because he’s concerned that if she gets killed, Claire will never get over it. Jody agrees that he’s right. And I’m pretty sure this is going to be important somehow; that something awful will happen because Jody isn’t there, or Jody staying behind will mean she’s able to save the guys somehow. {Spoiler alert: I’m wrong.}

Oddly enough, Jody doesn’t seem to actually tell the Winchesters she’s not going. I guess it happened off camera. Merle and Cas power up the sigils, Jack does his thing, and the rift opens. Dark Kaia goes through first, followed by Sam and Dean.

Bad Place! It’s dark and windy and there are lots of those weird little red-eyed dudes around, but they don’t attack. Dark Kaia says they’re afraid of the oncoming storm. {Sidebar: What evolutionary purpose is solved by glowing eyes? It seems like a hindrance.} They yell for Kaia 1.0, and she comes out to meet them, grabbing Dean for a hug. {Sidebar: Yeah, of course it’s Dean.} They turn to leave and wait, you’re just going to leave your lizard? He’s in a cage! He’ll starve! Dark Kaia doesn’t follow, and says she’s going to stay. Sam reminds her she’ll die, but she doesn’t care. She can’t live in our world. Which, well. It sucks sometimes. No judgment here, kiddo. And I guess she can take care of Kaia 1.0’s lizard. The Winchesters head back to the rift with Kaia 1.0 just as the lightning picks up and a huge cloud of destruction approaches. Oh. I guess that lizard didn’t need anyone to take care of him after all. Bye bye, Bad Place!

Bunker. Jody is sitting in front of the rift when the boys burst through with Kaia 1.0. Big hug! Later, we see Kaia (I’m gonna just call her Kaia now, since I think she’s the only one left) wearing Jack’s clothes. It’s cute. Jody invites her to move back with her. “Will Claire be there?” Kaia asks, because, you know, the love story for the ages, blah blah blah. Kaia thanks the guys, and leaves with Jody. Yay! Job well done, right? Except there’s a little too much time left in this episode for a happy wrap-up, so.

Merle tells the guys that if she gave a rat’s ass about Kaia, she’d call this a victory. But she’s pretty sure their scheme worked, since none of them are dead and oh crap, she’s impaled by a scythe. Guess again, Merle!

So, yeah, Billie’s here and she’s not happy. She lectures everyone and points out that one life isn’t important, because all the worlds are dying. All of them except this one. Sam angrily asks Billie what her plan is. She tells them everyone has a death book in her library, even God. God didn’t plot his own death, but “the books wrote themselves,” so Chuck’s death is in there, pre-plotted. But no one gets to read their own book unless Billie lets them. Jack is in Chuck’s book, and so are the Winchesters. “This is your destiny. You are the messengers of God’s destruction.”

Back at the Radio Shed, Chuck is watching his worlds self-destruct on the bank of TVs. He’s been there a while, judging by the number of takeout containers. The sales clerk is curled up on the floor, having served him “for weeks.” He asks Chuck if he’ll be spared, and Chuck says “You’ll be fine. Everything’s just fine.” Then he walks out of the store just as the sky fills with falling meteorites. Hey, I think that was a lie!

So. Several annoying things happened (yes, we know, because you wouldn’t shut up about them) but I can’t call this a bad episode. But I can’t call it a really good one, either. As mytharc episodes go, I guess it could be worse. What did you think? (And what does the title mean?)

Please help me stay unspoiled, thanks!

#spn #15.12 #recap #tv recaps

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dat-town · 6 years ago

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hearts in the foam (and typos in names)

Characters: Minhyuk (Rocky) & You

Genre: so much fluff!

Setting: coffee shop au

Summary: You always spell his name wrong because his frustrated face is too precious.

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Shoutout for @kmhoodys because I totally stole this from our list of AUs, hope you enjoy it! ♥ Also for @restlessmaknae as a thank you for getting me into the fandom.

Park Minhyuk would like to think that he's a patient and kind person in general. He's pretty sure his friends would agree – maybe not Sanha but that's only because that brat likes to dance on others' nerves. His mom is probably biased but according to her he is the sweetest boy in the universe – okay, most definitely biased. But the thing about Minhyuk is that he gets on well with everybody: with the elderly of the neighbourhood because he's genuinely interested in their stories and is happy to help with their Internet connection when they want to FaceTime with their grandchildren, with his classmates who know they can count on him whenever because he is a trustworthy member of the student council and even with all kinds of animals – except cicadas – but dogs in particular love him. So he's an overall lovable person, okay?

But mornings are definitely the rock bottom for him. He knows he can be pretty grumpy before a reasonable hour but he still tries hard to behave like a decent human being. One thing he needs in his morning routine is some kind of coffee even is he prefers latte over strong caffeine. And since he is a man of reasonable choices he always buys his daily cup of energy in the lovely café on the campus because it happens to be on his way to university. They make it just as creamy and sweet as he likes it. However there's one thing he can't stand about the service there.

“They keep getting my name wrong!” he groans dramatically as soon as he slumps down next to his friends at the lecture hall. They all – except Moonbin who looks like as if he had run the marathon this morning – look up at him just as sleepily as he feels with bones buried under tiredness.

“Who?” Jinwoo furrows his brows as he tries and fails to contain a yawn.

“This one girl who works in the morning shift of the café. I’m a regular but she still asks for my name and manages to mess it up,” Minhyuk blurts out what his problem is all at once. He puts down his paper cup on his desk and glares at it so gruesomely as if it was the source of all his troubles, the bane of his existence.

“Maybe she has very bad memory?” Dongmin tries to reason with a weak guess.

“But come on, I have one of the most common male names in Korea! There are at least dozens of idols with this name,” the offended guy shakes his head and instead of useful advices or mental support what he gets is Myungjun arguing whether there's really that much Minhyuk in the kpop industry and he starts to count them out loud. Only Jinwoo seems helpful and attentive enough to engage in the conversation even further.

“True, you have a pretty usual name. What can she confuse it with?” he wonders and the question makes Minhyuk sigh as he is reminded of all times he faced with different syllables written on the cup instead of the ones he should have.

“Minhyun, Mingyu, Minhoon, Minjae, Min-whatever or today: Minhee! For god's sake, that's a girl name!” he grimaces when he loses counting the names on his fingers. There were even more occasions but he really couldn't keep track on all the names that girl came up with. He was fairly sure she was doing it on purpose and probably spent her time on Naver searching for even more names but the 30 million dollar question was: why? Why would she do that?

“Maybe you should try something new. An English name maybe,” Sanha suggests and Minhyuk can't believe that he's actually planning to take his advice but he has run out of any better ideas. Now he wanted to see once for all if the girl really did it on purpose or not.

So the next morning when he walked into the café and saw you at the counter, he mustered up all his courage to go to you like he did almost every day and make a bit of a fool out of himself with a smile on his face.

“Good morning! What can I get for you?” You turned to him, lovely as always. He swore your smiles were similar to sunrays warming the Earth and the glint in your eyes was like the stars in the universe. You looked the prettiest in that cute apron out of all the baristas at this place and it was truly devastating that it was your habit that made him frown with each cup of coffee he got.

“A large vanilla latte to go, thanks,” he repeats his usual order almost automatic and when you say the price he already knows, he pays without any other word.

He knows how the process goes by heart. He has been through this routine half-asleep, running to classes and totally out of it too, so it’s no-brainer what's next. So there it comes: you grab a pen and a big empty cup looking up at him with curious anticipation in your expressive eyes.

“Your name, please.”

It takes everything in him not to snap or blurt out his real name this time, but he keeps a straight face as he says: “Rocky.”

He watches your expression closely but you're either oblivious or a great actress because you don't even bat an eyelash before shifting your gaze to the cup and scribbling something on it.

“I'll let you know when it's done,” you promise softly and turning around you start to work on his drink as he sulkily sits down at a table while waiting. These quiet, short minutes has always given him the perfect opportunity to watch over you, the grace in your movements, the way you dance a bit to the silly songs from the radio or just the frown of concentration on your forehead as you draw the perfect heart in the foam of his latte. He almost forgets about his little test until you remind him to it in that melodic voice you have.

He's almost dreadful when you call him and he takes his cup. He shouldn't worry since everybody knows the American movie, you can't mess that up. And yet, you still do. The writing on the cup is definitely too long to be Rocky and isn't even a name to begin with.

You look cute when you are annoyed, it says and he just stands there dumbfounded while you're already serving another guest not paying attention to him any longer. He sticks by just a bit longer watching as the next guest gets his coffee – without heart in the foam! – then his alarm reminds him to get going.

He reads the message again and again as he walks towards the university building. At first he doesn't know what to do with it but then it makes him grin, then laugh. He doesn't even complain to his friends about the coffee girl that day and decides to change his strategy next time he visits.

It’s a lovely, warm morning, yet he can’t wait to have a hot drink in his hands. This time he came prepared. He waits for his turn patiently but he can't suppress a sly grin on his lips when he finally gets to the front of the queue. You nod in acknowledgement when he orders his usual, curly locks of hair falling into your eyes as you hover over the cup, pen ready in hand.

“Can I get your name?” You follow the routine and at this point, Minhyuk becomes sneaky.

“Yes,” he says simply, irrevocably and for once you seem surprised halting in your movements.

“What?”

“Yes.” he repeats clearer, not breaking eye contact as you croak a brow at him.

“Okay,” you huff out with an amused smile tinting your rosy lips.

Then he has nothing better to do than play with the piece of paper in his hands and wait until you call his so-called name for his done drink. He steals glances at you a few times in the meantime and once he catches you staring back at him. You both look away caught red-handed. Though, it boosts his confidence enough to stride to the counter with pride when you call for him.

“Large latte for Yes,” you say it with all seriousness in the world without any wariness in your voice. The other guests in the café might look weirdly at the two of you but you don’t care.

“Thanks,” he walks up to you and gently takes the cup from your hands finger still brushing yours lightly. Quickly he checks the ‘name’ written on it and he puts a similar paper cup into your hands.

“Hope you are free Friday,” he says with a cheeky smile leaving your astonished once again.

“What?” you blink, fingers mindlessly playing with the used cup you just got.

“You just said yes,” Minhyuk shakes his own drink flashing your writing on it and you look down on the cup placed in your right. It's the one from last time, your compliment and a new line in messy handwriting under your message: Would you like to go out sometime?

Very smooth, you have to give him that and you can’t help but smile. You wondered when he was going to step up his game. You were anticipating, to be honest.

“Do I have to call you by your name then, Minhyuk?” you teasingly ask, mouth curled up in a charming smile as you gaze settles on the boy with most beautiful chocolate eyes you have ever seen. Not to mention the cute nose scrunch he does when he’s frustrated. If he asked you would admit that the first time was a mistake for real, a careless typo but after that you became careless and it turned into a game to play. You’re glad he went along with it.

“I don't know. Maybe you can come up with a better one,” he shrugs now and the smile he flashes you might become your next favourite thing about him. He leans a bit forward and quiets down his voice as if he whispered a secret.

“Maybe you could try something sounding like boyfriend. We will see,” he winks at you and when he leaves the café shop he not only brings his latte along with him but a little piece of your heart already.

#astro fanfic #astro oneshot #astro fluff #rocky fanfic #rocky fluff #park minhyuk #rocky onshot #astro minhyuk #stories #coffee shop au

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tinyandsteven · 6 years ago

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Peter vs. The Illuminati

Peter is me when I was about 12 years old and cried because I thought Illuminati was gonna ruin us all lol. Enjoy this shitshow.

Peter finds out about the Illuminati and freaks out, much to the dismay of his dad, Tony Stark.

“Dude, I swear this is the work of the Illuminati.” Ned exclaimed as the bell rang, letting the children go for the day.

“What are the Illuminati?” asked a quite confused Peter, packing his bag. He was sure his Dad was already waiting outside to pick him up.

“The lizard people, Peter. You know the ones who control the world. They are brainwashing you constantly. Kanye West? Illuminati. Taylor Swift? Illuminati. Even Beyoncé is one of them. Hell, Starbucks is a controlled business by them.”

Peter furrowed his brows and hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder. Ned must be going crazy. It was just the excitement of the first day in junior high school, Peter thought.

“Lizard people? You are joking, right?” Peter said, both boys making their way down the corridor to the main entrance.

“Peter, I was just as wary as you are right now, but listen there is so much proof. I will send you some links once I am home.” The boy told his best friend. “Listen, I think your Dad might be a member, too. Anyway, I will see you tomorrow, Petey-Pie!” Ned waved goodbye with a big sly grin on his face.

It was all his Dad’s fault. He always used embarrassing nicknames, even when Ned was around and Ned being the devious best friend he was, used them to tease him whenever he had the chance.

That night Peter spend hour after hour reading about the Illuminati and watching videos of conspiracy theories concerning Illuminati organizations. Apparently, all important people in the world were members and tried to brainwash society into submission. And oh no, his dad was one of the important people, wasn’t he?

He read different articles about Madonna admitting to the world that she knew all the secrets about Illuminati and according to Uncle Clint, Madonna was a trustworthy source.

After finding out about their satanistic tendencies and sacrificing human lives, and real aliens as politicians and government officials Peter shut his laptop. Overwhelmed with the wealth of information, Peter didn’t even get the chance to catch any rest that night.

The next morning the boy found his father sipping on a Starbucks cup of coffee in the kitchen. With a shriek, Peter sprinted towards his Dad and knocked the cup out of his hands. The dark liquid splattered across the kitchen tiles.

“Dad we do not support the Illuminati! They’re gonna brainwash you!” the boy exclaimed and wrapped his arms tightly around his father’s waist, burying his head in his chest as he dived into the hug he craved since he started reading about the evil organization.

“Um, bambino, what are you talking about?” Tony asked after a moment, visibly confused and a little sad about his spilled morning coffee. Steve was nice enough to buy him a cup on his morning run every day and he couldn’t even enjoy it.

“The Illuminati, Dad!” Peter mumbled as if that would explain everything. Tony run his finger through his son’s unruly curls and stroked over his back in a comforting manner, letting the topic fall for now.

“Go get ready for school, Tesoro. I’ll drop you off.”

Once in the car, Tony turned on the radio but he didn’t even get the chance to bob his head to the song, because Peter slammed his hand on the touchscreen of the board computer to stop the music.

“Beyoncé is part of the Illuminati. We can’t listen to music anymore. They use the music industry to manipulate us!” The boy cried out with a haunted look in his eyes.

“Peter, slow down. What are you talking about?” Tony asked his son, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“Ned told me about the Illuminati and how they control everything and, and, and they sacrifice people and some of them are lizards like the president and the devil is their leader and dad-”

“Peter, hold on. Lizards? I am sure Ned was just joking around, okay. Listen to me, Cucciolo. The Illuminati is just a crazy conspiracy theory created by some lunatics. None of this is real.”

“You just say that because you are one of them,”

“Peter-”

“And you only say that to not get busted.”

“Peter-”

“And I thought I could trust you!”

“Peter!”

“What?”

“The Illuminati existed way back in 1776, that’s true but they died a long time ago. I pinky promise. No one is brainwashing or manipulating anyone. Did I ever do or say something that gave you the impression that I do manipulate you?” Tony stopped at the side of the road, not caring about the honking and the fact that they were late.

“Well, no?” Peter replied sheepishly, blushing.

“Right, and even if I did, what would I make you do that you wouldn’t want to do, hm?”

“You make me eat spinach and do homework and sometimes you make me do the dishes.” the boy complained and crossed his arms. He slouched in his seat and jutted out his bottom lip in a pout.

With a heavy sigh, Tony turned in his seat to look at his kid.

“You want to know why I do this? Because I love you and I care about you. I want you to grow up a healthy and responsible person, bambino.”

“I am sorry I knocked your coffee out of your hands.”

“And?”

“And I love you too. I am sorry.”

“It’s fine, petey-pie. Let’s get you to school before your principal calls me again.”

“Hey Dad? Can we not mention it every again?”

“Oh no, that’s gonna be the next movie night’s topic. Thor will love this.”

“Ugh I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

#iron dad #spider son #tony stark #peter parker #mine #mcu #marvel imagine #marvel #iron dad and spider son #iron dad fic #spider son fic #iron man #spiderman #tony stark headcanon #peter parker headcanon #fluff #superfamily #ned leeds #peter parker is tony stark's biological child

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freshlyjuicedbeetles · 6 years ago

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Drakgo Fic - Gap

Drakken feels weird about how much older he is than Shego when meeting her friends.

Drew Theodore P. Lipsky AKA the infamous Dr. Drakken had overcome many obstacles in his life. He fought Kim Possible more times than he could count (and he could count pretty high). He managed to evade punishment for his many dastardly deeds in the past. Even when he was captured, prison wasn’t that bad; a Hannibal Lecter-esque high tech cell that sounded alarms every time his back popped is quite cozy once you get used to the electronic hum. Although, meeting his wife’s best friends was one obstacle he wasn’t sure he could conquer successfully.

Drakken had already met Shego’s immediate family with mixed results within the first few months of them dating. Not that Shego cared if he met her family but she couldn’t deny how awkward it would be if the first time they met her husband was at the wedding (even if they did elope). Her brother Heath turned up the machismo and pulled the ‘if you hurt my baby sister blah blah blah…” Michael seemed annoyed that he was dragged into this and had better things to do. The twins Wesley and William didn’t care, just a quick hi and they ran off to play. Her mother, Kate, thankfully, seemed to be the only one with a good head on her shoulders and only a little intimidating. Her father, well, Shego hasn’t spoken to him in a long time. He was invalid in her mind. Drakken meeting her friends was an actual priority for Shego. It took some orchestrating since they went to different colleges and lived in different states but finally made it work for a long weekend together.

They were throwing a small housewarming party. For many years, home was a lab that happened to have living quarters for Drakken and Shego and barracks for the henchman. Now, the lab was across town. Global Justice didn’t like them on too long of a leash. They managed to get out many of their personal belongings from all the past lairs (after GJ checked them of course) before destroying the lairs. That didn’t stop Drakken from starting a new lab down in the basement…

He didn’t know what to expect at first. The Mothman? A Chupacabra? A pack of wild wolves? Drakken couldn’t imagine Shego having normal friends, especially when her life changed drastically at such a young age. So, he did some sleuthing. Okay, okay, he searched Shego’s friend's list on Facebook. If he had an actual lab at home, he could unleash his real computer skillz.

Savannah Coffman, 27, BFA in visual arts, working towards her Masters, both from CalArts; unemployed.

Jill Nesbitt, 26, BBA, owns her own business in New Orleans. One citation for yelling ‘come at me, bro!’ at a living statue street performer.

Okay, nothing too alarming.

As their arrival time drew near, Commodore Puddles was put outside in the fenced backyard with water and plenty of toys to keep him busy. He really did not like company. When the doorbell rang, he started barking furiously and running back and forth to each side gate and back to the backdoor. How dare those filthy humans not let him have his prey!

“Don’t be weird,” Shego whispered harshly, before opening the door.

“Stephanie!” Jill and Savannah screeched, excitedly.

They enveloped Shego in a tight hug. Drakken was surprised that Shego didn’t seem to mind, even reciprocated. She didn’t let just anybody touch her. There were times when she wasn’t crazy that he was hugging her.

Drakken stood there in awkwardly as they greeted each other, complimenting each other’s looks and remarking on how long it had been since they last seen each other.

“Guys,” Shego said, nodding her head towards Drakken.

“Wow, you aren’t what I was expecting,” Jill said.

“Thanks?” Drakken replied, not sure how to take it.

Savannah studied him, “Yeah, I guess I expected the tall and dark type.”

“Yeah,” Jill added, “You guys were evil and whatnot at one point. You kinda look like my dad, but on a bad day.”

“I mean, he has a scar…”

“He got it from shaving,” Shego said, barely holding back laughter.

Jill got very close to Drakken’s face, who tried to lean away “What’s with the blue veins?” She asked Shego.

“Okay!” Shego interrupted, “This is Drew.” She said as she pulled Jill away from him.

They exchanged awkward hellos. Drakken already wanted to find a cave and hide.

Shego quickly ushered them into the living room while handing Drakken the bottle of wine Jill had brought that was forgotten in the welcoming frenzy. He had always wanted to see New Orleans, he thought as he set out to make the drinks. Shego was more of a Jack and Diet Coke kinda gal.

“Shit Steph, you have an actual place. I practically live in a closet above my shop.” Jill said.

“Same. Student Housing.” Savannah added.

“Don’t follow my example,” Shego warned, throwing herself on the couch with her legs across it.

As Drakken prepared their drinks, the women talked hurriedly and loudly in excitement and howled with laughter. It sounded like a coven of crazed witches planning their next ritual. He was just really glad that Shego was having fun.

He brought in the drinks and sat down next to Shego, moving her legs. She scowled at him as he did so but ignored her.

“Steph, look what I found,” Jill said, pulling out a worn, furry blue photo album.

Shego’s nickname hit his ears. She was very selective with who she let address her by her real name or any part of it.

She gasped in recognition as Jill and Savannah crowded around them.

Drakken peered over Shego’s shoulder. There were pictures of the young girls at sleepovers with butterfly clips in their hair, first days of school on sunny mornings, them pulling faces in a school hallway in front of lockers (Shego had braces?!), a group picture of them at prom and at graduation. A picture taken of the girls at a dance in line for the Cha-Cha Slide with Shego dressed tight jeans, focusing on her footwork. Shego was blonde at one point!? Shego with a purple streak in her thick, raven hair, Shego and her friends scowling at the camera with thick black eyeliner circling their eyes. Shego with alternative, teased hair, sticking her tongue out.

“No!” Shego howled, covering her face in embarrassment, “Burn that thing! It’s too cringey!”

Damn. Even some of his teenage photos were in black and white. Was their age gap that severe? Some of the slang Shego used sounded like a foreign language to him. What if they had kids? Drakken didn’t want to senile before his child’s graduation.

Their age difference of ten or so years never truly crossed his mind until then. As much as they were opposites in personality, they agreed on many things. Just different enough to keep things interesting, similar enough to keep a relative peace. In fact, the only time age was an issue was with the radio setting, when Drakken wanted to listen to the 70’s or 80’s station and Shego would roll her eyes and call the music corny. That, or have no idea who was playing.

Drakken had long ago accepted the fact that Shego was way out of his league, that he was the picture of a flattered fool. Even though he was a scientist, and scientists are taught to question everything, he chose not to. He knew Shego loved him and that she was trustworthy. Still, things got to him.

“Hey, Doc, has Steph told you about the time she tripped during eight grade graduation and knocked down our entire line?”

“No, no, no,” Jill said waving her hand excitedly and putting her glass down on the coffee table. “Remember the time she projectile vomited all over Amberlynn in tenth grade and everyone called her puky-lynn until we graduated?”

“Well, she was being a bitch and I had the stomach flu. It was just good timing,” Shego replied casually, playing with her hair.

“You should have seen it! She looked like the kid from the Exorcist!”

“And she looked so proud of herself afterward!”

“I was proud of myself afterward!

They lost themselves in stories of teachers; the good, the bad and the ugly, field trips and other school memories. Feeling self-conscious, Drakken excused himself with little notice from the women.

Shego, however, noticed and could tell something was wrong. She gave him some time before slipping away while Jill and Savannah argued about who really stole Savannah’s rainbow gel pen in fourth grade. Spoiler alert, it was Shego.

She found her husband in the bedroom, “What? Do we have cooties or something?” She teased as she sat down next to him.

Drakken was lost in thought, not looking at his wife. “Am I really that old?” He finally asked, not exclusively to Shego.

Shego scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Are we really doing this?”

“Yes! I feel like I’m robbing the cradle!”

“You need to chill. Don’t put much stock into what Jill says. I’m not entirely sure she’s human.”

That got a chuckle from the scientist.

“Has anyone who we actually like cared about our age gap?” Shego urged.

“Well, Mother was concerned- “

Shego cut him of dismissively, “She doesn’t count. Look, we’ve been through a lot of stuff together. How many times have we been separated because one of us was in jail and yet we got right back to where we were like it never happened? Drew. I hate to admit these kinda things, but you are more mature and wiser than me. How often do I rush into something stupid and you pull me back, telling me to think?”

The time she wanted to spend a good chunk of her bank account on a new purse when what she really needed was a new pair of boots for her suit came to mind.

And the time she really wanted to go BASE jumping while she was recovering from a concussion brought on by Ron Stoppable.

And anytime she speeds or runs a red light.

Despite all the stress he felt worrying for her general safety, she did keep things interesting.

“Not just that, remember the time we decided we wanted to go see the Northern Lights on the spur of the moment and we just kept traveling for nearly a month? Or that mosh pit at the Ghost concert last Halloween? Naked Twister? What about Rex the crocodile? She wouldn’t have survived if we didn’t take care of her for that month after she was injured in that hurricane. Tell me, would some broad your age go for all those things? I’m even including the crazy and exciting things we did and still get to do as part of our jobs!” She said.

Shego sat down on Drakken’s lap, wrapped her arms around him and looked into his eyes, “You aren’t the type of guy I’d date, let alone marry, but those guys were actual idiots. I don’t know how they’re still alive, whether from forgetting to breathe or staring at the sun for too long. I found out that I want substance in a guy and to have an actual conversation with my significant other. I found out that that’s what I want.”

Drakken smiled contently, “Thank you, Stephanie. I love you.”

“I love you, Drew.”

They sealed their proclamations with a kiss.

“You’re still a doofus though,” Shego said once they pulled away.

Drakken groaned. She could only be so nice.

“Are we good?” She asked.

Drakken nodded.

“Great, because Amberlynn lives around here and we’re gonna go egg her house,” Shego said, grinning deviously.

“I’ll drive and get my bat to knock over her mailbox!” Drakken replied giddily.

“See? We’re still a perfect team!”

#drakgo #drakken #shego

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kinetic-elaboration · 5 years ago

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July 20: Thoughts on The 100 2x04, Many Happy Returns

It’s literally been five months since I did one of these…

The wasteland was a pretty cool concept and I’m sad that they kinda pulled back on it later. Like, when characters can get from point A below the wasteland to point B above it without apparently passing through it at all, it makes it seem like the area is actually not that big after all. Is it, like, just NYC? And maybe the metro area? Also, again, as usual, floored by the costuming on this show. Amazing.

So Zoran is the first human Jaha meets on Earth. A kid and a mutated human.

Clarke is so intensely pragmatic. She legit doesn’t care if people once tried to kill her, as long as they aren’t trying to kill her now. I don’t really see this as forgiveness, but rather an ability to forget the past that isn’t useful to her. Also lol @Anya for saying Clarke is weak, like who broke who out of the Mountain hmmm?

“Everything is Grounder territory.” Murphy telling the truth. And even if some parts of the world aren’t Grounder territory, how the hell would Bellamy know?

Murphy, canonically a terrible runner. Rewatching these early eps just reinforces his glow up since then. (Not in terms of running, but in terms of, like, haircut.)

The wreckage of the Factory crash is so devastating, following the trail of bodies to the crash site. I still wish we’d found out what happened to everyone else. I guess we’re supposed to assume the rest of the stations exploded before impact? But still. I feel some bitterness.

This saving Mel story is entirely, 100% about keeping Bellamy, Finn, and Murphy stuck for most of an episode, allowing Octavia to find them, and then forcing Bellamy to come back to Camp Jaha rather than continue searching for Clarke—so he can, you know, run into Clarke. It’s pure filler. And imo not even very interesting filler since I’m not really like a rescue/adventure story person. I can’t even figure out how Mel ended up stranded along the side of the cliff. Was she climbing up and then got tired? Also, on a related note, at what point do they, Bellamy in particular, realize which station this is? Is it immediately obvious from the wreckage, or only from the identity of the survivor? Because this is Bellamy’s home.

All that time they were talking, Sterling was there in the background, doing whatever. Honestly though shame on Bellamy a little for letting Finn convince him not to save Mel.

Totally forgot they built an electric fence at Camp Jaha. Then, began work on a radio beacon.

I can’t even pay attention to the Clarke and Anya scenes because I’m too attracted to both of them. Less so in the mud. Which is 100% gratuitous given that uh, I don’t think the Mountain Men who almost never go outdoors and are currently wearing big ass gas masks on their faces can smell shit.

Bellamy and his adventure squad are such dumbasses. Huh, let’s tie this thin rope with a single knot around a stump and then just watch our friend use it to scale the side of a mountain. Nothing can go wrong there. I mean there are fucking four of them just standing around watching when they could be, uh, securing the rope? Anyway RIP Sterling, cause of death: idiocy. (Slash the narrative’s need to put Bellamy in the hero role at this point, and to up the ante on his heroism, and to waste some time.)

To be more fair, I think this is semi-important for Bellamy’s characterization, an early version of ‘save who we can save today.’ He’s at a sort of crossroads at this point, not really a leader anymore like in S1, but sort of a leader, and he needs to figure out what sort of leader he’ll be.

Monroe’s “Sterling was one of us” warms my heart because it speaks to my “the 100 were a distinct social group” theory, which I wish (again lol) had been more important to the show and for longer.

Murphy does fall in, though, pretty fast. After Monroe says the ‘one of us’ thing. Which is actually pretty impressive given that a few days ago he was blasting a hole in the dropship and running away with all their ammunition.

This must be such a trip for Jaha, like, he is aware that forest exists still, because of transmissions from the 100, but he’s in the middle of the fucking desert, and this is all he knows of Earth, whatsoever. Also, again, these sets are perfect, I love them so much.

How did the City of Light become a legend among the Grounders? It’s made from the Alie 1 chips…. Didn’t Becca, like, not like those? I’m assuming of course that literally any of this was ever thought out or ever made sense.

“I have no room for hate.” You know what I’m just gonna say it: I think this is true. This is really how Jaha lives the rest of his life. I think people forget since he wasn’t really himself for most of S3, and even in S2 his mission to the City of Light seemed kind of nutty (and boring). But “I have no room for hate” both describes him pretty well, and is rather a lovely thing about him. If only he hadn’t been so obsessed with the COL, tbh. Searching for it was a bad idea from the very beginning and it was also, I think, a rather cowardly idea.

I forgot that this was where the concept of radiation disfigurement came in and was explained. Is that really how it works? Like random mutations, even generations after the event, from non-mutated parents? Lol I have no idea. That said, Sienna kind of looks like she has some scarring on her face, too.

Here is Jaha finding someone who left her people for her son, whereas he sacrificed his son for his people. Does this also change his mind on things going forward? Connect to his insistence on the COL, at the expense of a chunk of his people?

I miss this thing where characters knew other characters even though we’d never seen them interact before, because, like, a history exists and then the show acknowledges it. That was fun.

I shipped Raven/Wick and I don’t regret it, even though fandom’s toxicity basically killed it for me in a lot of ways. They had a good rapport. More importantly, he might literally be the only man to not take shit from Raven and to actually be brave enough to challenge her.

Engineering is such a damn good set.

This is a weird episode because our two mains have pretty much the least important, or at least least-interesting, story lines. They’re basically just being moved into position to reunite at the end of the ep, and that’s it.

Clarke: “I just need something sharp and sterile [to remove the tracker from your arm].” Anya: bites it out with her teeth.

Why do they bother putting trackers on the Grounders? Do they escape often?

Murphy’s not only helping with the rescue mission, he’s at the head of the line.

Bellamy’s legs appreciation.

Murphy: “Don’t you worry, Bellamy, I won’t drop you.” I mean…you did once try to hang him. But by-gones I guess. I do believe at heart Murphy just wants to be part of the crew.

I think the Raven and Wick scenes are my favorites of this episode. I have two uninjured legs and I wouldn’t climb that thing; Raven is a brave bitch. And when she has to give up and come down, probably the saddest moment of the ep, along with finding Factory station. Some of this is relevant to my big bang.

After literally all this, Finn’s still like ‘Bellamy, just drop that rando’ lol. No, bitch, don’t do this half-assed. Stop being a wimp and pull them both up.

Before it’s revealed that the horn is Octavia, this really does look like Bellamy and the No Good Very Bad Day lol: first Factory is found destroyed, then Sterling dies, then you almost die when your fake rope breaks, then someone starts shooting arrows at you, then acid fog rolls in, like, what now universe??

I guess another purpose of this story line, being fair again, is that Murphy and Bellamy are now officially friends again. Like Murphy has proven himself completely trustworthy as of that little nod between them.

“She blew the horn” is s obviously ADR to explain what exactly is happening here. Which is helpful, even though she’s clearly carrying the horn.

Blake sibling reunion!

“Three mechanics made it to the ground.” I mean… you’d think it would be more than that… what with the entirety of Mecha making it. Or was that station mostly casualties? I don’t know, this still doesn’t make sense to me, how they split up people between stations. Season 2 implied it was random, Season 3 implied it was by home station.

“Your leg’s messed up and that blows. Figure out a way to work around it.” Legit question: is there anyone else who would have said that to her?

I really, truly miss Wick tbh. One of the few characters with a sense of humor. (And yet again: he was good for Raven.)

They’re really playing fast and loose with the rules about language in this verse huh? Warriors speak English, no everyone speaks English, no English is for friends only I guess?

Jaha just wants to be a dad. Like, do I think he was a good parent… I dunno. Is he a better parent than anyone else on this show? At this point I would have to say yes. (No, Clarke does not count as a “parent” jfc.)

Ruthless Clarke ftw.

Jaha making a chess board just breaks my heart. Just let him be a dad!!

It’s been such a freaking long time since I watched this, I can’t remember if Octavia had braids in the last ep or not, like how long she’s had them. And it’s really bugging me, because someone else must have put them in, and I’m trying to figure out who that might be.

Also, where did she get the horn? I guess the implication is it was Lincoln’s… I can’t really remember. Wouldn’t it still have been on his person when he was captured?

Octavia went off the rails but at this point I’m still very fond of her.

The map Finn gives Bellamy lists ‘statue’ (Lincoln Memorial?), ‘twin trees’ (???), ‘Ark’ (Alpha Station??), and ‘amusement park’ AND amusement park is very close to Ark so my question is why didn’t they use that amusement park for something interesting??

Bellamy knows he shouldn’t let Finn go off alone but then, what can he do? Finn never really adhered to his authority. And I don’t think he feels like he can flex that right now, like it’s sufficiently established in this new order.

But he does arm Murphy. Which says a lot about how much he has decided to trust him, but also how little he trusts Finn. I forgot about this split in the character groups, though I should have remembered it, since of course this leads directly to the massacre.

“Parting, such sweet sorrow, right?” is an interesting quote from a kid who can’t spell ��die.’

Aw, Clarke goes back to the dropship. I forgot about that. But then of course she doesn’t realize… anything. She doesn’t know the Ark is down, she doesn’t know what happened to the few of her friends who were on the outside. And her face when she sees the message to her, and only her name is still visible…

Blah blah blah fight sequence.

Creepy skeleton parts on the ground.

I think this could have been the start of an Anya/Clarke friendship of some sort: Clarke earns her respect by fighting well, Clarke’s people protect Anya, the alliance forms… too bad they had to kill her.

And Clarke figures out where Alpha is based on Raven and Wick’s balloon.

“We fell from Earth in a football stadium. I think they already know we’re here.”

BUT the balloon is also what sets off Byrne, and gets her so worried about Grounders she authorizes the ‘shoot on sight’ command that kills Anya and almost Clarke. On the one hand, this is a nicely wrought story line. On the other hand, they shouldn’t have killed Anya, so. A wash.

Was Byrne’s worry about the balloon warranted though? I can’t decide.

Zoran, such a kind soul.

How can there possibly be a bounty on Sky People (side note: Jaha’s reaction to that name like ‘huh well I guess that is what we are’) that people all the way out in the dead zone would know about? Like… they’ve been on Earth for like a month. And the war has only been going on for part of that time, arguably. If it even is a war.

Trent Lane voice: Betrayal, yeah, stab in the back, betrayal…

Too bad “To survive, we do what we must” didn’t end up in like the fandom lexicon. It’s a pretty good variant on the theme. Plus Jaha’s just so… like he’s been fucked over but he can’t even be mad, because he gets that she’s doing it for her son and he wishes he had that chance. Watching his scenes again, I really feel like he was underrated and I miss him a lot.

I wonder what happened to Zoran and family. Were they absorbed into the hive? More generally, what happened to people seeking the CoL before ALIE could get it properly running with Jaha’s help? Did they all just… die in the desert?

Alpha Station at night is so beautiful.

And Clarke is so happy.

And this is SUCH A SETUP FOR CLARKE AND ANYA TO BE FRIENDS OMG, Anya should have brokered peace with Lexa, there was such an obvious role for her… Her death was 100% random attempt at shock, this show’s #1 worst quality, which is saying a lot.

I mean shot in the back while she’s walking away these Sky Guards are incompetent.

RIP Anya.

I really thought the Bellarke reunion was in this ep for some reason. But then I also knew Anya died right at the end—for more Shock Value ofc—so I don’t even know. I remember the scenes but nothing of their order I guess.

#the year 2019 #2019: the 100 s2 #the 100 #the 100 rewatch #2019: fandom thoughts

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reactingwithexo · 6 years ago

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Bonnie & Clyde (5) - Baekhyun

Part 1/ 2 / 3 / 4

Summary: “ Sometimes I look away But it isn’t easy I know, I know everything In front of me, you pretend to not “

genre: mafia/gang au! , very angst , some fluff

warnings: violence, cursing

word-count: 3.9K

A/N: I know it took a few weeks, but I had tests and now I’m on vacation but then I was lazy and well, but HERE I AM, and I know there’s like a bunch of Taehyung in this but you guys asked and it was vital for the story so yeah, don’t hate me.

Your brain didn't actually register what had happened until a few seconds later.

You attempted to find the wound in yourself unsuccessfully, and then saw it. You yelped in pain, went straight to the man on the ground, and made the foolish decision to try standing up once more.

"What happens to someone when they get shot?"

He seemed to think for a while before answering "For starters, when a bullet enters your body, your flesh absorbs a great deal of the momentum the bullet was carrying.... Say a 9mm bullet, which is typically fired from handguns used for self-defense and by police, travels at a speed of about 900 mph. All that momentum has to go somewhere, so the bullet transfers it to your body, causing it to expand and create a large cavity, then falling back in on itself."

You seemed to shiver at the idea as he continued "That tremor can cause serious damage to your organs and tissues, even if the bullet doesn’t actually hit them. ..It’s possible to survive being shot, multiple times even, but it largely comes down to the path those bullets take."

You remember this chat you had with Baekhyun less than a week ago and it made your heart clench as you felt tears down your face and it seemed hard to breathe at every second that passed.

You didn't hear anything else going on in that room, all that arrived to your ears was the sensation of hearing your heart beats followed by an impression that everything on your body was lighter, easier to carry or drained from any source of energy.

You were sure you were panicking in the mid of so much blood. Before your low blood pressure got you fainting, you tried to inhale and exhale so you could do anything other than feel darkness overcome you.

You looked around and didn't see your brother nor Chanyeol or Sehun around, you could hear the main room was very agitated. Suddenly you realized some strangers were getting Baekhyun somewhere else and you tried to voice out your frustration when the still injured Taehyung helped you get up and told you not to worry too much because Baekhyun will be alright.

"Who are these people?" You asked with a whisper as your eyes still focused on the path the men took Baekhyun to.

"They're with me, don't worry"

"Don't worry?... I think I might have killed him oh my god" you felt the need to sob again and you were feeling a sharp pain on your head.

"Hey, look at me", Taehyung placed his hands on your shoulders directing your line of vision directly to him, he looked like a mess, you didn't even know how he managed to get up, and to think that only a couple of hours ago you were being stared at by the same eyes, both of you looking impeccably neat. Comparing to now where you probably looked like a crazy person, make-up ruined, messy hair and he had bruises everywhere it could be seen.

"You can't panic right now, okay? He's in safe hands, trust me"

"Why should I?"

"You were going to save me anyways, weren't you? You almost hurt yourself in the process if it wasn't for Baekhyun"

At the sound of his name you felt your heart scatter one more time and you thought for a second if you should have listened to everyone around you and killed the guy before you. "This wasn't about you! It was about me killing someone, I can't do it, no one is allowed to take someone else's life like that"

He nodded and took his hands off of your shoulders now that he had your attention "I wasn't planning on stopping you" he had a hand on his neck and seemed thoughtful of what to say "I even thanked for a second there that I would die by someone who seems to be good at heart... like I wanted to be"

You frowned at his statement and your defensive nature took over you "look I don't know what you want from me, but I know basically nothing about my brother's activities, believe me, I've been trying to learn about it for a while now and I couldn't, so if you want information, I'm not the one to ask, I'll just manage to go somewhere and-"

"What? No no, Y/n, what are you talking about?" He shook his head in frustration and continued "just let me return the favor now okay? I know we don't know each other but I'm guessing you want to keep Baekhyun company, right? And unless you want to face everyone back at the main room looking like that, I'd suggest you follow me to the other way out"

You let out a sigh as you realized he was right, and well at least it seemed like you were free from your brother per now. "Alright, but I'm doing this for Baekhyun", you said as you followed a limping Taehyung.

"I know", he said, following by a hiss of pain. "Hey, lean on me, or else the party will be over by the time we find the way out", you say as you beckoned him to accept your help.

"Thank you, again"

"How did you manage to get those guys to pick up Baekhyun just now?", you asked as he pointed you somewhere you haven't realized was there the first time you walked through this hall.

"Have you heard of this thing called a phone?" He says as he takes out a phone out of his pocket. "I think you didn't hear me call since you were crying so much, they were already at the party with me but the one time we separated was when I went to talk to you and then on my way back your friends caught me, I wasn't able to signal them before because well, first I was being beaten up and then I had a gun pointed to my head so"

"I get it" you say as you find yourself out of the building. Finally, after almost 10 days you felt the breeze of the air again, you've always had a thing for the wind and how it soothed your soul for a few seconds.

"Holy shit, what the hell happened to you?" A tall man wearing a suit approached you two and asked before looking at you, a questioning look on his face all along.

"I'll be fine, I got caught and beaten up"

"Yeah I can see that, I told you it wasn't the brightest idea to come"

"How could we not? There aren't that many chances to check the crime scene of the country all together in one place"

The guy whose name you didn't know looked agitated as he said "stop stop! We should have this talk later, there's someone else here", he side-eyed you as a signal to Taehyung.

"Don't worry about that, she saved my life"

"Still" Taehyung's friend was quick to answer.

That's when Taehyung added that you were sister of the, quote, "most powerful criminal in the country"

If he thought that would tranquilize his friend, boy was he wrong? The tall stranger had an expression of shock mixed with anger as he asked "What? Did they beat you up that much that you've lost your mind? Taehyung, even if she saved your life as you claim, you can't trust one of them!"

"Excuse me!" You said to the man in front of you, you were tired, traumatized and worried, you did not have the time for this. "I'm not 'one of them', you'd be surprised to know I'm probably his biggest victim, and I had no obligation of saving your friend but I did anyways, and even got someone that I care about hurt in the process because of that, so before you bluntly accuse someone in their face, check your facts first" You let out a sigh as he seemingly tried to think of words to say.

In the meantime, you looked at a surprised Taehyung and asked "can we go see Baekhyun already? I can't stop thinking about him..."

"Yes! Yes of course", he then directed himself to his friend "Namjoon, could you give us a ride?"

"Yes, of course, but don't you want to clean yourself up first or something of sorts? That goes for the both of you"

"We'll do that there", Taehyung answered and his friend nodded, offering his shoulder so that Taehyung would lean on him instead.

They both walked ahead of you in direction to a black car.

You seated on the back as both of them seated on the front.

You took that moment of silence on the ride to stop and think about what was happening, Baekhyun's state being your main concern, followed by who you were surrounded with right now and how trustworthy could they be? And your brother... could he possibly just let you and Baekhyun go like that? Maybe he already had someone onto you, maybe he hoped Baekhyun was dead already, after years of pursuing your every move, you highly doubt that he would let you out free, especially after all you've witnessed these last few weeks.

The silence of the car died down as the two people seated on the front were having a mild discussion about which radio station to tune in, you rolled your eyes as they spent a good 10 minutes going back and forth between stations, until eventually the car came to a stop.

Namjoon turned to ask "do you think we'll get in trouble if we come in with her?", Taehyung stopped his movements midway of exiting the car to answer "you know who I asked the guys to bring here because he got shot?... Byun Baekhyun"

"What?" He exclaimed back at him, "and her brother let you?"

"He didn't even bat an eye", Taehyung answered. "So, believe me, the department will be too busy with him"

"Right", Namjoon nodded with some hesitancy on his features.

That talk was making your insides turn in anxiety and you had to butt in "what do you mean? What are you going to do with him? You-"

"Nothing more than what he deserves...", you hear Namjoon mumble.

Before you have another argument with him, Taehyung interfered "nothing y/n! I meant it with what I said ,hm?" He tried to give you a reassuring glance. "Let's go see him now, you'll see he is fine"

His friend rolled his eyes and pleaded "Just don't make a fuss since you both look like you've just murdered someone, and you go see a doctor, you're clearly injured"

You were all out of the car and you saw yourself facing a 4-floor high building, as you walked past the door you saw from the corner of your eye the special forces symbol on the building's façade and something about it made you feel as if you were getting into a trap, maybe the criminal senses were getting to you.

"Wait wait, let's go to the left", Taehyung encouraged you as you've gone through the main entrance.

You nodded and followed, you both walked through a rather empty and abandoned looking area where they stored old gadgets, mostly early 2000's looking computers. Namjoon seemed to take the main entrance pathway as he wasn't anywhere else in sight after you got in.

You walked straight ahead until you heard some steps and people talking, you both walked through an exit until you found yourself in an infirmary.

"Oh My God honey, what happened to you? What did they do to you?", an older looking woman approached Taehyung and held him in her embrace "I told you to be careful, you just won't listen to me, will you? And the boy that got shot? What are you now? Some sort of James Bond? I don't like this", Taehyung laughed as he heard the woman's complains, as she turned around to get the first aid kit and asked him to sit down on one of the nearby infirmary beds, she finally took notice of you awkwardly standing a few feet away and her look of concern seemed to reappear as she visually examined your state.

"Tae, who is this poor girl?" She took a few steps closer to you, "Are you injured, sweetie? Oh God, sit here too, I'll get you some water "

"I'm alright, just looking dirty that's all, no need to worry about me ma'am" you reassured her "Taehyung really is injured though so he needs care"

"So, you're his friend?", she asked as she gave you a wet towel so you could clean some of the dry blood on your skin.

"Hm.." Unsure of what to say, you went with the easiest answer "we met tonight, actually"

"She saved my life, Flora" Taehyung added and the older lady gasped in admiration and hugged you "Jesus Christ thank God someone sent a guardian angel for this boy, thank you sweetie", you looked at Taehyung for help and you saw him spot a little smile at the scene in front of him.

"Ma'am", you said still engulfed in her hug, "oh no! Call me Flora, please" she asked of you and you gave her a little smile and a nod in return "Flora, you talked about the boy that was shot, do you know anything about his state? He's a close acquaintance of mine"

"I helped him, yes, he is miraculously fine, the bullet didn't make straight contact with any vital parts and they were able to get off of him very quickly, he did lose a good amount of blood, so I believe he'll need to stay here for a while to recover from the lost"

Your whole body seemed to relax at her words, he was fine, Baekhyun is fine, you didn't kill him by accident, you didn't kill anyone, much less the guy you feared you had more than a few intense feelings about, you'd be listening to his voice , you'd see his annoying smug and feel his reassuring embrace soon.

"Is he perhaps awaken by now?" You asked, to which she answered "I don't think he is right now sweetie, but I'm sure he will be in a few hours"

"Oh, do you mind if I wait here? or maybe nearby where he is placed?"

"I think I can get you access, yes, although this one", she pointed at Taehyung, "will have a lot of explaining to do", she turned back at you and continued "it's not every night this place gets so agitated, you know?"

"Don't you want some clean clothes first, sweetie? I understand this is a gorgeous dress but-"

"Oh, I don't want to bother"

"No, please, it's a little less suspicious to walk around a special forces department without blood on your dress... we have some plain, washed clothes here, it is no bother at all"

"I understand" you say as she gets you a clean stack of greyish clothes and points you the direction to where you can change and the directions to where Baekhyun is located.

"Thank you" you nod to her and tell Taehyung to rest well.

After changing clothes and following Flora's directions, you got to the door that led to the room Baekhyun was in, you assumed he was in a different room due to the gravity of his situation and luckily no one else was in there besides you two when you got in.

Seeing Baekhyun laying down on a hospital bed broke your heart but also soothed it, just knowing that he is well and for once you were out of your brother's sight for a while made you ponder about if this situation was actually what was necessary for you two to become free of your sibling's psychotic domain.

You gently caressed his hair and held onto his hands before you sat down on a chair nearby and waited for his awaken.

You were sure that almost two hours had gone by and no changes were made to your current scenario, your anxiety was kicking in as you worried about Baekhyun's actual state.

Someone gave two soft knocks on the door before getting in.

It was Taehyung, without his suit this time but with an added crutch next to his body to help upon his walking. "Hey, is he up yet?"

You shake your head and ask "should I be worried?"

"Hm, I don’t think so, Flora said it could take a few hours, right? She's the best around here, trust her"

"She's really cute" you say, remembering the sweet old lady that has just helped you.

"Yea, she's family to me" he says with a smile on his face.

"And were you too damaged? From the beating, I mean?"

"Nothing too bad, I should use this for a couple of days", he lifts up the crutch. "I'm bummed about my handsome face though, this will take at least a week to look presentable"

You let out a huff at his comment and commented "guess you won't be able to block other girls' at parties for a while"

"Contrary to your belief, I don't usually do this, my focus is always very clear"

"Why come at me, then?" You asked

"I told you, you looked too good and I've never seen someone asking for directions to the bathroom to one of the security in these type of events, it was the most genuine thing I've saw since I started attending those" he answered sounding sincere.

"So, you liked that I was embarrassing?", you concluded.

"No, I liked your sense of normality"

You nodded and decided not to think too much of his words before asking "so, are you in trouble? Because of this whole fuss of taking Baekhyun here and all?..and me"

"Oh hm, yea we, we need to talk about some things" he said with some hesitancy on his voice and diverted his gaze from you, seeming to be thinking about what he was going to say next.

"Is there a problem?", you asked him before you noticed his gaze wasn't around the room anymore but focused on the hospital bed instead.

You saw Baekhyun move his head a couple of times and murmur something, your attention was fully back on him. "Baek? It's me"

He slowly opened his eyes and seemed to take a few seconds to recognize you.

"Y/n...? Oh God", he hissed in pain.

"How are you feeling? You asked as you took his hand.

"I'm in a little bit of pain."

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Yes, yes of course, are you alright? You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No, I'm completely fine Baek... God I was so worried about you"

Baekhyun is silence for a while and you follow his gaze till Taehyung, who was still standing in the room. "What is he doing here? This is all his fault"

Taehyung rolls his eyes and says "what a great way to salute someone who helped you"

"Helped me? You're the reason I'm on this bed for starters, if you weren't an imbecile and got caught"

"Hey hey, if it's anyone's fault it is mine, okay?", you intervened before this became an argument. "And he did help you, Baek"

"I'm glad that at least they caught you, prick, now at least you'll get what you' deserve for being a traitor" Baekhyun said and you realized he probably assumed you were somewhere within your brother's properties.

"I'm done with this, y/n, we'll talk later", Taehyung said with gritted teeth and exited through the door.

You turned around to Baekhyun and tried to give him the news in the most gentle way possible "Baek...they, you, my brother didn't get him at all, we're not really near my brother right now..."

"What? Where is he, then?"

"I have no idea"

"What did you two do to him?"

"What? Baekhyun, nothing! We did nothing"

"Well there's no way he'd go down by himself, and that guy works with the police and you hate your brother so it wouldn't be hard for you to-"

"Baekhyun, he fled. He didn't even bother after you took the shot for me, he just disappeared, I have no idea where he went, but I'm pretty sure he didn't try to save you"

You saw Baekhyun's shock at your revelation as he said "there's no way y/n, he probably got stopped by someone he wouldn't let me go like that"

"Well, he did"

"There's something wrong then, I am certain"

"Seriously, where does this sickly obsession comes from?", you ask in horror of him being more worried over this.

"It's called loyalty. You have no idea of what he has done to me in the past, I owe him everything"

"Jesus, can't you just appreciate the fact that you're alive and well now? I thought I had lost you" You said in exasperation.

"Y/n...where the hell are we , then?", he ignored what you've just said and chose to ask.

"I'm not 100% sure but some special forces department, I don't know, Taehyung's colleagues took you here a-"

"Wait, what? Are you fucking kidding me?"

"….no?"

"I'm, I'm gonna get fucking arrested y/n" he paused, "we have to go back to your brother", he tried to reach for the side table, possibly hoping to find his phone.

"Baekhyun, you're not getting arrested!"

"How would you possibly know that? You think your new friend is gonna protect us? That guy has more sides than anyone you've known back at your family, fuck, he's probably going to get you arrested too if we don't get out of here in time"

"No one is going to get us arrested, listen to me! Can't you trust me for one second?"

"Apparently, I can't, because you're fucking stupid, you don't know how these things work, alright? These people" - he pointed at the door- "want my head on a stick"

You felt your heart scattering at his words and behavior, of course he would act like that, he'd only be nice to you when it suited him, he'd never want out of this life, he'd never be happy about being free with you, his feelings are not that strong and you've realized how stupid you were because he caught you on his little act again.

"You know what? you do deserve to get arrested, and maybe I'll even help with the investigation, since I'm that fucking stupid, you shouldn't worry too much, should you?"

You walked to the door and heard your name being called by him when you slammed the door shut, you tried to fight the tears coming out of your eyes and hurried to the nearest bathroom before anyone could see you.

You tried to look away but deep down you knew you were not made to be together, it isn't easy to admit but if you wanted to take down your brother, the guy who killed your mother, who made you live in fear for years before giving his last master strike and break your heart introducing that guy in your life, you knew you'd have to take down Baekhyun too.

A/N: That’s it for the day, reading it, I feel like last chapter was better but I think this is alright, I hope you didn’t get too dissapointed , tell me your thoughts and concerns babes <3

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sometimesrosy · 7 years ago

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Can you give a timeline of when you think bellarke’s feelings for each other began? btw I love ur meta posts :)

thanks! :)

I worked on this all day. It took a long time. I should remember it the next time someone asks me for this and just point them back to this.

Season 1

first meeting: WOAH who’s that? Hot. (mutual)

early drop ship: antagonist but strangely drawn to each other. they need each other or need to find a way around the other. (the wrist band. take it off. you’ll have to kill me. she makes him smile. and she needs him to follow her.)

Earth Skills: falling in the pit: he DIDN’T drop her. They are both surprised by this. A recognition that he is NOT the bad guy he seems. On both sides. I think it throws bellamy more than it does clarke.

Earth Kills: She kills Atom. She realizes he is softer than he seems. He realizes she is tougher than she seems. New respect. They begin to work together.

Murphy’s Law: He builds a wall with fear. She doubts but sees it’s working. She goes off half cocked to blame Murphy, when he told her not to and it causes disaster. She begins to respect him as a leader who understands things.

Twilight’s Last Gleaming: They are working separately for the same ends (to save Charlotte) Until she GIVES him power. Instead of fighting against each other to run the delinquents, they do it together. IT WORKS. Team Bellarke begins.

“Can you wish upon this kind of shooting star?”: first intimacy. She expects him not to understand. He does. Beginning of tentative friendship.

Work together to… well… torture Lincoln *sigh*: He tries to protect her from it, she refuses. She doesn’t need to be protected. She’s taking responsibility for their action. He tries to lessen the burden the way she did with Atom.

Day Trip: She seeks him out to partner with. Says it’s because she doesn’t like him. But she can be honest with him and depend on him to back her up. Hmm. Clarke tells Finn she trusts Bellamy and is surprised by this. (this might be out of order.) They work together well and this is its own intimacy. Find guns. He is thrown by the intimacy and realizes he is physically attracted to her. They flirt. He runs off. They save each other from Dax. He is vulnerable and tells her he is a monster. She tells him he can’t leave and she needs him, which makes him look at her in hope, “We ALL need you,” which makes him look away in disappointment (the moment Rosy stared shipping it. I said ‘wait what? he cares if she needs him? let me watch that 10 billion times.’) Power couple enters camp to save the day. Clarke intercedes with Jaha to save and praise Bellamy. He can’t believe it. Clarke truly likes Bellamy. Bellamy’s crush on Clarke begins.

Unity Days: honest to god flirting. Clarke is putting out genuine signals to Bellamy like any girl who is into a guy. At this point I think it is mostly physical for her. She wants to have fun and he’s hot and she likes him. He sends her away (this is a pattern with him. when there is a potential for romance with her he backs off.) She turns to Bellamy to back her up with Finn’s plan. She has drawn her alliance in the sand here. She trusts and depends upon Bellamy, not Finn. Bellamy does not disappoint her.

I can’t separate it here. They work together a lot. Trust each other. Argue over how to do things. Confide in each other. Support each other. They are becoming real friends here. I think when he sleeps with Raven there is a measure of jealousy that Clarke went with Finn, but he’s not going to admit that. He is not acknowledging his feelings for her at this point. Brushes them off as nothing but a crush.

When Clarke closes the dropship door on Bellamy, she is terrified and desperate that she might lose him, to the extent that her canon love interest who is trying to get her back sees her distress and goes after his prime competition to SAVE him for HER. Which is worse, because now she has to close the door on both the boy she loves and the man she has come to depend on the most. Yes I called Finn a boy and Bellamy a man. Do you disagree?

super long. seasons 2, 3 and 4 after the jump

Season 2

Clarke awakens and fixates on Bellamy and Finn. Always a pair in her concern. Her love interest and her….??? If they had been in the mountain, I doubt she would have struggled to get out. Pairing of Finn and Bellamy in her mind is a subconscious thing. Bellamy is becoming someone LIKE a love interest, without being one.

Bellamy takes Finn’s lead on rescuing Clarke. He doesn’t HAVE to admit his feelings for her, because Finn will obsessively go after her for him. He lets him and takes the back seat. He choses Mel and his people over Clarke and sends Finn after Clarke. Because he does. Not. have feelings for her.

Reunion hug: startling everyone. Clarke runs into his arms. Pure joy and relief for them both. They do not know how they feel about each other. It does not matter. They are just feeling it. It’s a lot.

Campfire: Bellamy stares first and Octavia and then at Clarke, realizing for the first time there’s someone OTHER than O who he wants to see again. Then they absolve each other of their sins. It had to be done. Mutual support. On an emotional level. After this there is lots of teamwork.

“I can’t lose you too”: Bellamy is shocked that she linked him and Finn. I don’t know if Clarke noticed that she did it. But she did. She needs him. Followed closely by “Love is a weakness”–”I was being weak.” Seems to him that Clarke doesn’t care anymore. But it’s really a subconscious (I think) realization that she loves Bellamy and losing him would be too painful, so she pushes him away and refuses to feel. Bellamy then shuts off all feelings for her and focuses on his quest to save his people. (princess/knight trope)

“It just makes sense.”: princess/knight trope from Bellamy’s perspective. Devoted love, but “platonic.” From here on until Camp Jaha, Bellamy’s feelings for Clarke are barely even a thing in season 2. He puts it aside.

Bellamy finally radios: Before she hears his voice, she is despairing, feels hopeless, and is afraid she sentenced him to death. Once she hears his voice she has a new plan. Keep Bellamy alive by distracting MW with an army.

TonDC bombing: Clarke goes to Lxa to save TonDC, but Lxa uses her concern for Bellamy to get her to agree to sacrifice the coalition leaders and town. She had other reasons, but it was Bellamy’s protection that decided her.

The entire time she’s working with L she is talking about Bellamy, about protecting him, about how he’s trustworthy, how he’ll do it, about how much faith she has in him.

“You care about him,” L asks her. She denies it. It’s a weakness to care. When L cared, her enemies killed her. Clarke is aware of this. L described Costia as special. She cannot show to L that Bellamy is special. (she fails at this.)

When L kisses her, Clarke says she is not ready for anything with anybody. Please note there is no one else trying to kiss her. I maintain that she is already thinking of Bellamy as that possible “anybody” that she’s not ready for. Further linking Bellamy in that rejection/potential LI is the EXACT next scene. Next line even. “Bellamy did it.” Bellamy’s signal flare goes up. He got rid of the veil. The army can march.

Clarke and Bellamy meet under the mountain: This is a remarkable reunion in that it seems to be a reversal of the previous reunion where Clarke ran to Bellamy and jumped into his arms. This time they don’t touch. She does, however, hug Monty and Jasper and Bellamy hugs Octavia. Something has changed. I think it goes back to what she told L. She now sees Bellamy as a romantic interest, but she is NOT READY FOR THAT. So she holds back and keeps it all business, just as he is since being told it was worth the risk.

The Lever: This was HUGE for Clarke. She had to do it but she struggled with the immensity of it. He does it with her, harkening back to season 1 and their partnership where they shared the burden. She values him SO much because of this.

Camp Jaha departure: She says good bye to Bellamy. He’s heartbroken. He wanted her to stay but he understood why she left. She kisses him here, and almost looks like she would stay but tears herself away from him. Her goodbye to him is different than the one to Monty. It is saying goodbye to a romanic potential that she’s not ready for. It is not platonic. He’s still platonic though. She leaves. And while we don’t see it, believe that she spends the entire 3 months alone thinking about him and what he did for her and how much she cared for him. I believe she is in love with him here and knows it but is entirely unready for it. He has no clue.

Season 3

Wanheda 1 and 2. Bellamy still has no clue that he is in love with Clarke but he is also a bit obsessed with her. “a bit.”

He disguises himself and runs across enemy lines to find her. He forgets his surroundings when he sees her. She calls him (I think) “Bell” and seems amazed that he would come to her. She is already in love with him. She gives up fighting so Roan will spare him. (Roan clocks this whole interaction. Roan begins to ship it. Confirmed. Ask Zach.)

Dumbass Bellamy is bleeding out trying to follow them. “–Can’t lose Clarke!!! We can’t lose Clarke!” despair. Shocking everyone who sees him so distraught. Dumbass still doesn’t know he’s in love with her.

Bellamy leaves MW to go save Clarke at the summit. Finds out MW and Gina are gone. Clarke looks like the enemy. Stays with the enemy. Does not come home with him. BETRAYAL. Dumbass still does not realize that these feelings he has for her are love. Plus, doubly heartbroken, Gina and Clarke both gone to the grounders. CLARKE at the summit is horrified to see him. Refuses to show her feelings to him in front of Azgeda, Lxa and the coalition, all of whom are barely allies and closer to enemies. Love is a weakness. They kill people you love to control you. She can also barely even show emotion to her mother here. She’s deep in a mental breakdown here.

Hakeldama: Clarke still believes Bellamy is her hero. He wouldn’t. He’ll fix it. He’ll work with her. He isn’t. He won’t. We finally get Bellamy to call Clarke to task for what she did to HIM specifically. They finally express emotions they have been restraining for months. And only with each other. Bellamy sees her crying and kneels in front of her taking her hand and BOOM, finally catches up to the dumbass. HE’S IN LOVE WITH HER! OH! Crap. That’s terrifying. Slaps the handcuffs on her, breaking her heart, because she thinks he hates her. When really he’s just terrified. She shocklashes him and runs.

Clarke turns to Lxa because she’s heartbroken and Lxa loves her. Bellamy turns to Pike because screw you softer emotions and screw you grounders! Screw all of you. Clearly Clarke and Bellamy are done.

Nevermore: No, you’re wrong. Clarke and Bellamy are not done. Team’s back together. Mutual handwrapping is an intimacy that says they still care. Clarke begins her campaign to win back Bellamy’s friendship and care. Which she never lost but he’s so angry. Demons, the team is back. Partnership reclaimed.

The Beach: She won’t leave him even though he tells her to buzz off. He forgives her. They hug and find their home in each other again. The hug allows him to cry. It allows her to smile. Then they drink poison with an actual vow, “together.” In some circles that’s a commitment ceremony.

The scene when Clarke is looking at the Polis tower, and then looks at Bellamy passing in front of the rover and he is haloed by the lights is, I think, a visual bit of storytelling which says Clarke has let go of L and is moving onto the future, which is with Bellamy. There were other signs of her processing her grief, but I think this wasn’t just for us, but was her thinking about the past and then letting go.

When she tells him that she trusts him, I think it goes a long way to him feeling like she values him. Which maybe he didn’t think before.

He returns that when he tells her that he believes her about the flame and not only doesn’t he argue with her but he feeds her the chip.

Oh also the hand holding when the flame goes in. She reaches out for him and he is there only for emotional support because she’s afraid.

Season 4

The beginning of season 4 starts with them very much together and intimate and partnered, with everything from her thanking him for keeping her alive to his threats to echo when she has Clarke to leaving Polis together. However, the reminder of her love for L reinforces his belief that although he loves Clarke, she does not love him. She does though. She loved them both.

Their partnership is super tight in the early s4. They are very together. Bellamy is sure he loves her, but he still thinks it’s the princess/knight thing. It’s not. She returns it and moves closer and closer to him, up until the list scene where she nuzzles his hand and he…. can’t take it. Or doesn’t think she loves him and is just physical or gets scared or I don’t know what, but he runs away. She feels sad and rejected by him again, and although she thought he loved her too, she now thinks he doesn’t feel that way for her. Boo. Both move away from love.

But I think he was jealous and pissed off when she went to Niylah. Because he treats her WAY different after that. Oh I think she was jealous when she saw him talking to Luna, though, too. hm.

At this point we are now in full on mutual pining. He loves her and thinks she doesn’t love him back (witness Niylah and Lxa.) She loves him and thinks he doesn’t feel like that about her (witness he keeps turning her down.)

Clarke did not intend to almost confess her feelings for him on the beach. But she was feeling so much, longing so much they just slipped out.

He ALMOST got it, but not quite. Started to confess his feelings for her, and I don’t think he was intending to tell her he loved her, that’s too hard for him, but he was going to say something and it might have been about how special SHE was. but no.

On science island, we have Clarke full on pining for a love like Memori, with that soft empty bed. I think she’s thinking about Bellamy.

In Arkadia, Jasper convinces Bellamy to want something for himself, and he goes with Bree, Clarke’s lookalike. Whether they did it or not, he turned to a substitute for Clarke. Because it was as close as he could get because he couldn’t have her.

When she kidnaps, imprisons and points a gun at him, he is full on furious at her. I don’t think he even thinks of his emotions. Just fury. Betrayal.

She thinks it’s over. Why bother? He hates her.

Then he realizes in the rover that when she didn’t pull the gun on him, it wasn’t a sign that she didn’t value him, but a sign that she valued him over EVERYONE. I think he finally connects that Clarke actually loves him back, and all of a sudden his anger evaporates and he’s smiling at her. It’s totally dumb and comes out of nowhere. It’s because he realizes she LOVES HIM TOO. She doesn’t realize yet that it’s mutual.

But they are all of a sudden a team again.

When he hugs her because she missed her phone call, Clarke already thinks she’s dying. She sinks into him and grabs onto him, holding onto him because she’s decided she doesn’t want to let him go.

When they’re flirting with oxymorons and cold sweat, I think we get HER moment where she realizes he returns her feelings. For one second there’s a light of joy in her face and then she remembers that she’s dying and she doesn’t want him to hurt when she does and she doesn’t get to keep him and she’s sad.

He doesn’t want her to tell him goodbye because he knows what it means and he can’t bear it and he also doesn’t want her confession because it means the same thing but he stops and listens because he loves her.

They go to fix the dish. They get separated. When she tells him to “hurry,” that is essentially her saying she doesn’t want to give up trying and she’s going to try to live and it is the opposite of “may we meet again” because it essentially means may we not part at all.

And here’s Bellamy where his heart breaks.

And here’s Clarke where she’s been holding onto his memory for 6 years to keep from losing her mind. Because it’s a love letter she’s sending him every day for 2199 days.

And here’s where my heart breaks.

Screw you JR.

30 more days.

#the 100 #bellarke #bellarke development #timeline #enemies to partners to friends #princess/knight #conflict and recovery #mutual pining #come on s5 don't fail us

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fly-pow-bye · 6 years ago

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Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Total Eclipse of the Kart”

Written by: Haley Mancini, Jake Goldman

Written & Storyboarded by: Kyle Neswald, Jaydeep Hasrajani, Leticia Abreu Silva, John Martinez

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

Needs a pit stop. Or three.

The episode begins with the Mayor announcing the beginning of the Annual Townsville Eclipse Grand Prix. Whoever can get through the Cursed Canyon, Rampage Ridge, and ominous stone spires, again, the Mayor happens to know they're ominous but doesn't seem to care, gets a box he happened to dig up while excavating his new hot tub. Probably a step down from the key to the city.

Let’s meet our contestants, as it’s pretty much a who’s-who of the reboot's rogue's gallery. It seems like whenever Townsville has contests of any sort, the only constestants seem to be either criminals or the Powerpuff Girls, and this Grand Prix appears to be no different at first. Despite that nobody really knows what's inside, everyone seems to know it must be something really good!

Princess Morbucks: She wants the box because it's the only thing in Townsville she doesn't have! Princess is by far the most used villain in the entire show, which probably has something to do with being voiced by one of the head writers.

Man-Boy: He wants the box because it's manly! I would say more, but that pretty much sums him up. He's a man man man man man man. Man. Man.

Pack Rat: Speaking of one-note characters, this villain wants the box because it's shiiiny! This villain didn’t even make a single appearance in Season 2, even though his last episode involved him holding a super-cast with ominous music playing in the background. He’s very fitting here, especially due to that Rat Fink-like mini-monster truck he has.

The Fashionistas: They want the box because, to quote them, "ha ha ha ha ha". Yeah, they kind of just gave up after Pack Rat. They didn't even bother saying how fashionable the box was.

Unpictured, but surely just as important, is Jemmica, who makes a generic quip that there's no way she can't have that box. Also unpictured is Him, but that's because he decided not to show up in this episode at all. But I would be remiss if I didn't mention those unforgettable group of misfits...

...those four random cars on the left side of this shot, and no other shot in the entire episode! Finally, some proof that not everyone that participates in Townsville's events is a criminal aside from lovable superheroes.

Sadly, we didn't get those. Instead, the Reboot Puffs join in this race, too, knowing that there must be something sinister in that box to justify all of these villains showing up for it. If you're expecting any explanation to how 6 year olds can participate in something involving driving a car, that's because this is supposed to be a go-kart race. We know this, even though every car in this looks like a real car, because that's what the title says. I don't believe anything in the episode itself indicates this.

He did have some restraint, though. Right from the beginning, Buttercup wants to drive the car, but the Professor, seen via holographic projection, tells her she's too aggressive. The Mayor starts the race, and we see a few more of the rogue's gallery show up beyond who I've already talked about, including a set of returning villains who I'm sure were very welcomed to be in the reboot.

Yes, Fuzzy Lumpkins and his trustworthy banjo! He’s in what looks like a lawnmower. It is a way to keep your proper-tay clean! Sadly, we don't even get a line from Fuzzy, not even one of his famous ones. He gets immediately flattened, Wile E Coyote style, by Manboy running on a giant, manly log. In fact, I don't believe Fuzzy said a line in this entire reboot that didn't involve him cross-dressing.

Manboy does get a bit of just desserts for that, as he gets interrupted by the Gnat badly singing Ride of the Valkyries. This guy is essentially the replacement for the Ameoba Boys, except he's more of a troll than incompetent. Honestly, the more he appears, the more I'm ashamed that I ever said he was cool. The Gnat flings an overgrown termite at his log, which eats it and burps. It takes quite a bit for this joke to finish, no shock here.

Having seen this carnage, Blossom and Buttercup argue about whether destroying the other contestant's cars is awesome or not. Buttercup is of the former opinion, of course; it's that aggression the Professor keeps talking about. Bubbles wants to stop this argument by playing some hot tunes! She reaches into her dashboard and presses a bunch of buttons.

This leads to one of the running gags with the first half of the episode: a Reboot Puff randomly pushing buttons in the most ridiculous ways imaginable. All she’s doing is turning on the radio, and at no point does she accidentally fire missiles at someone.

With the help of that running gag, she manages to successfully play some music. After a few seconds of the music, they stop arguing and start singing along with it. Why wouldn’t they, it’s a parody of “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” by Whitney Houston, except it’s “I Wanna Have Lunch With Somebody”. The joke is that it involves food.

Discount Jojo, having been left in the dust, reveals that he's the Dick Dastardly of this race. He brought his own invention: the Deceleray, a ray gun that causes anything it hits to slow down to a crawl, and aims it right for the Reboot Puffs.

He even takes the time to tell the viewers that it's solar powered, or "solar power" as they didn't account for the CN logo covering half the text up. This seems like a completely random joke, and the sun that pops up to say "yeah, that's me" seems to hint at that, but this actually becomes important later. Misdirection, or just plain silliness? You decide!

The Powerpuff Girls are too busy listening to the song to notice that a ray is being fired right at them, which is a far better excuse than most of the "the Powerpuff Girls just sit still and take the punishment" scenes. As soon as they're hit by the ray, the car slows down slower than a tortoise that happened to be passing by.

It doesn't seem to slow down the Powerpuff Girls themselves, because the plot wouldn't work if it did, and they wonder why their song is now a vaporwave remix. Okay, Buttercup just calls it a "remix", but I couldn't resist. Discount Jojo then throws a giant spiked bomb right in front of them. I would have tried aiming right for the really, really slow moving targets, but again, that would have ruined the plot.

Buttercup unbuckles herself, and jumps into Blossom's cockpit for another wacky button pressing scene. Unlike the last scene, this does cause warning bells to go off, and she accuses Blossom of doing something wrong. Bubbles was just lucky, apparently.

Buttercup manages to press a button that splits the car into three different vehicles, each with their own name. You know how utterly blatant this scene is? They even have a song that says "cool toys, cool toys", and it ends with a random stock photo of a bunch of kids jumping in the air. They might as well have cut to a fake commercial of a bunch of kids playing with action figures, but that might have been too self-aware.

But wait, if the slow ray hit the entire car, even affecting Professor Utonium and the car's radio, shouldn't these vehicles also be slowed down? At least they explain why the Professor is now okay with Buttercup driving: he knew that Buttercup would rebel against him, and planned accordingly. That's actually a good Professor moment; using the knowledge of his children in his planning.

Now that they’re all split up, does this mean we have to see Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup start competing against each other? Bubbles decides to take a shortcut away from the entire race, basically taking her out of the episode. We do get to cut back to what she’s doing while Blossom and Buttercup are dealing with the rest of the villains, including a few surprise cameo appearances.

The very first of these cameos happens to be Donny the Hellhorn. I would complain, but he's reintroduced by us by Bubbles accidently running him over. Sadly, he survives, but the good news is that this episode is going to make his bad luck a running gag. It's almost like they know he's one of the most hated characters in the show, and this is their way of acknowledging that. I'm not a fan of unnecessary cruelty, even in the original, but it's Donny, so I would say it is necessary.

They get out of the Cursed Canyon, we never find out why it’s “cursed”, and the surviving racers go into the Rampage Ridge. Most of the race portion after this can be summed up with “Buttercup takes out most of the other racers with various traps.” Pack Rat gets distracted by shiny spike traps, The Fashionistas get oil slicked, and the unseen-in-this-episode-until-now Pug-Faced Paulie and his gang get distracted by a dog bone. Each of these ends with our villains falling off a cliff, and their car exploding.

Don’t worry, Buttercup is not intentionally killing all of these villains: she’s just pressing random buttons just to get the turbo buttons to work. I guess I can give them some creativity points for not just reusing the same wacky animation for every one of these scenes in this running gag, but all I can really think about is which one of these is the worst. I'm going with that Bubbles one in the beginning. Those eyes, ugh.

Blossom never gets the same treatment, most likely because an off-model button punching gag would be out of character for her. In fact, she barely gets to do anything other than drive and bicker with Buttercup. Oh yeah, Blossom ends up competing against Buttercup after they all split up, but nothing really comes of it.

After the Ridge, which was definitely reckless thanks to Buttercup, the final stretch leaves the two remaining Reboot Puffs, Discount Jojo, the Gnat, Princess, and Jemmica. The Gnat and Princess essentially go out just like the rest of the villains, with the Gnat splatting on Princess's windshield, and Princess gets taken out by her car running out of gas. One of the posse members exclaims that at least the car didn't explode, and then the car explodes. Wah, wah, waaah.

The episode isn't even halfway over, and the race appears to be nearly over. Clearly, something must be going on with that box. I honestly thought they were going to stretch this wacky race into a whole half hour, but they decide to take it in a completely different direction. Probably for the best.

While the Powerpuff Girls are still bickering on who's going to win, even Blossom forgetting that she wanted to win together with Buttercup, Discount Jojo swats them away, taking them out of the race. In a shocking turn of events, Jemmica uses a jar full of snakes to distract Discount Jojo, taking the lead. Well, so much for her being a female Indiana Jones. She manages to win, much to everyone's surprise! So what was in that all-important box?

A stick. No, really, a stick. I think even a pickle, which a lot of people expected, would have been at least something that tied into the Mayor’s character. However, Jemmica seems to know that it’s a little more than a stick, as she talks about how she’s been waiting for this moment for centuries. How amazing that Jemmica manages to win an item that was specifically for her and her alone.

Suddenly, Jemmica uses the stick, combined with an orb she happened to bring with her, and turns it into a staff. This staff turns her into Cleopatra Thanos! Okay, her real name is Jemoire, and the Professor is about to reveal everything he knows about her, with Jemoire giving some visuals using her Stick of Omens.

To make a long story short, an ancestor to the Mayor banished Jemoire, took her powers, and turned her into Jemmica. She walked the Earth, her immortal body never aging past elementary school age, as various people across time, though we only ever see her in a Greek outfit and a knight outfit before leading to the outfit we knew and, um, loved? I like how this gives a little bit of worldbuilding about Townsville, but there was something that bothered me about this.

This is not possession by an evil item, nor, as I implied before, is this some sort of Him plot. Jemmica was really this demon goddess this entire time. We should have known from all the clues they subtly put into her past episodes, like that one thing! And that other thing! And...actually I have no idea.

No, really, I have no reason to believe this was their intended purpose for this character when they were writing Frenemy or even The Buttercup Job. Well, there may be one thing: she did seem to have a knack for items that would fit a demonic sorceress than an Indiana Jones style adventurer, such as those BFF necklaces from Frenemy and the Doom Cube from The Buttercup Job. But really, this just comes out of nowhere. It's as if they couldn’t think of any more ideas for this character, so they decided to write her off in a way that attempts to make this reboot seem more “twisty” than it is.

Jemoire's first step is to take over Townsville just like she did in the ancient days. The Mayor shows up to tell her that she must be democratically elected in order to take over Townsville, and Jemoire decides to give her rebuttal: by turning the Mayor into sand. Hmm, just like that certain movie that was probably not out when this episode was in production.

Buttercup tries to give her something involving an aura power, but not even the aura powers can stop her! She even tears them apart just by slamming that magic stick again. I would wonder why she couldn’t just use that staff to turn Buttercup into sand too, but plot. All nitpicking aside, I wanted to see those aura powers torn apart at some point to show that they're not an invincible barrier, and this is one way to do it.

Blossom tries to attack, only for her to get knocked into a bunch of rocks. Well, that shouldn't be too bad, the Powerpuff Girls often went through walls in their fights. It's not like they're going to have an extended scene where Buttercup picks up Blossom's seemingly lifeless body from the rubble and cries that she could have saved her, and that it's all her fault.

Sure enough, we get an extended scene where Buttercup picks up Blossom’s seemingly lifeless body from the rubble and cries that she could have saved her, and that it’s all her fault. Yeah, I really believe that these superheroes, who can lift buildings full of people, could really die from getting knocked into a bunch of rocks. Sadly, I really do; if they can get their bones broken from getting tail whipped into a wall, this isn't too far off!

They’re trying to do this emotional moment, but they apparently have no time for that. Out of nowhere, Buttercup wonders where Bubbles is.

We smash cut to a happy scene where Bubbles manages to get Poseidon to join her Party Cat Car! Remember Poseidon's appearance in The Buttercup Job? A previous scene also gave them a bear, who just swims off after Poseidon joins. One can assume he joined a polar bear and a panda and made a far better cartoon.

Oh yeah, bonus points for the implication that Donny was holding his breath for an exorbitantly long period of time. While no Donny would have been better than any Donny, a Donny in constant pain is something I can definitely appreciate.

Cutting back to the now far less dramatic scene, thanks Bubbles, of course Blossom didn’t get killed by a bunch of rocks falling on her. She doesn’t even get a broken arm! Bubbles must be that weak. Buttercup confirms that she learned absolutely nothing as Buttercup starts bickering with Blossom again. With Bubbles still partying with the fake Whitney Houston song, who could stop them from getting into another fight?

Discount Jojo, of course. Actually, I joke about calling him Discount Jojo because his character is often a downgrade from what I remember from the original, but this is one of his better appearances. Discount Jojo ends up teaming up with the Powerpuff Girls because he had dibs on taking over Townsville, and this "Jem-Moo-Moo" lady is getting in the way. It's a case of Forced Kin, and that's not a complaint at all.

We do get a scene where they plan a huge strategy against them with tiny little rocks. I think they could have thrown a joke or two in here, but I guess having a piece of cactus represent Jojo was good enough.

Jemoire summons a bunch of rock minions, and the Powerpuff Girls end up being in a big fight scene against them. I honestly don't have a lot of bad things to say about this scene. One can tell this is one of those scenes where they put a little more money into it than usual. There’s even a nice use of CGI, which I thought was a little beyond this show’s budget! It helps that, since these minions are made of rock, they have no problem showing the Powerpuff Girls punching their arms, legs, and heads off with no hit flashes whatsoever. That's an anomaly in this reboot; sometimes you can't even show a soccer ball getting kicked!

This was all going to end with Discount Jojo firing his Deceleray at Jemoire. Unfortunately, due to all the clouds and the solar eclipse, he only has one shot. Even worse, the episode still has quite a few minutes to go before it ends, and they sure weren't going to end this with a four minute dance party to that fake Whitney Houston song!

One of the rock minions is a giant robot, and Discount Jojo decides that this was too scary for him to keep aiming at the sorceress. He decides to press a giant bail button to launch himself out of his car, causing the car to drop the Deceleray. The Deceleray then shoots its only shot at a random bird. I said it was one of his better appearances; I did not say it was a good appearance.

Then again, maybe he had a reason to be scared, as the Reboot Puffs struggle to face off against it, too. Can anyone stop them, especially if it ends up to a payoff to a not-that-great running joke that ruined a previous scene?

In comes the party train! Choo choo! Somehow, they fly from the sky and ram right into the giant rock monster that Jojo was so terrified by. The robot even pukes out of its eyes, or at least that's the first thought that popped into my mind when I watched it.

But, predictably, beating up a bunch of minions doesn't mean anything. As the previous season has shown, they can have scenes where some random nobodies, and immediately lead to the Monster Punch Girls Down as soon as anything potentially story-changing could happen.

We got Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas and apparently a really good actor! With all of his might, he offers Jemoire some of his world-famous undersea creamed corn! That was a running gag with him in this episode. I don't believe you can grow corn under the sea, but I guess you can't prove Poseidon can't!

Needless to say, Jemoire does not accept the offer, and manages to take him down with a lightning strike from a storm she summoned earlier in the scene. I wouldn't take this victory against a god too far; electric is super effective against water.

I don’t even need to have a screenshot of Donny doing whatever he was going to do, because it’s a foregone conclusion that he can’t do much against this, either. The only time he’s ever in direct combat in the series was to run into a control board in a drunken-esque stupor.

They sure let this electrocution joke go for a long time, and this is something I usually complain about. However, considering how bad two of his previous episodes were, and the fact that the third episode was only okay despite him, this is a well deserved punishment for the Hell-Horn. He doesn't even deserve a consistent spelling of that.

Finally, we get the Reboot Puffs, given a job that would be easier for them than the corn salesman and the Worst Friend Forever. They could fly in and punch that sorceress right in the face while she's busy electrocuting those two.

Or, they can just get electrocuted, too. Funny how they don’t give anyone else any silly faces, but they’re not afraid to do this to our beloved classic characters. I will say that there is some comedic timing with this; the lightning strikes come up just as soon as they fly up. It's a rare good use of timing in this reboot, but way to make your super powerful characters that should inspire all those mothers and daughters look weaker than a wimpy unicorn.

All hope appears to be lost. Discount Jojo’s still around, but the Deceleray can’t get any power because of all the clouds and the moon covering up the sun. See, take that, you solar power loving hippies! Jojo clearly should have used something bad for the environment!

Discount Jojo tries to do something else, but he gets twisted up by Jemoire's magic. Thankfully for everyone else, she decides to keep all of her attention on Discount Jojo to do this one thing. Lightning spells and/or spells to keep everyone else paralyzed are apparently far less taxing than telekinesis. Unfortunately for Jemoire, it was about time for the solar eclipse to end, causing the sun to shine on the Deceleray again. The Powerpuff Girls get the Deceleray, and zap her until she’s completely stationary. What happened to Donny and Poseidon? I don't know.

We cut to The Mayor finishing the story about how he managed to come back from being turned into sand, which is sadly one of the more clever bits of the reboot. We also find out that everyone managed to survive their explosions, as we get a shot of all the villains that participated…except for Fuzzy and a few other characters. This is pretty much proof that they didn’t put a lot of thought in the classic villains’ appearance in this earlier in the episode.

Discount Jojo shows up to attempt to take over Townsville now that Jemoire is nowhere to be seen, but considering he still has injuries from being bent out of shape, his low chances of actually taking over Townsville are even lower here. The Reboot Puffs don’t even have to punch him; he just falls over just by himself. Again, this is something I could see the real Mojo doing. The trying to take over Townsville after getting injured part, not the falling over. The episode ends with the Powerpuff Girls going out for ice cream. No, that isn't my usual "eat ice cream" gag, that's actually what they did.

And right after that quip, we see Jemoire still making the same stance she had when she was frozen by the Deceleray, as ominous music plays and the shot slowly fades out. We still have a half a season left before we can assume this is yet another cliffhanger that will never be resolved.

Does the title fit?

An eclipse does factor into the plot. As mentioned before, they never really call it a "go-kart race" or anything of the sort; all of the vehicles seem like regular cars or just weird gimmicky stuff like that log.

How does it stack up?

The first half of the episode is a pretty mediocre Wacky Races parody. It's cool to see all the villains together, and unlike the last time this has happened in Tiara Trouble, you at least get to see some personality beyond "let's just put them in a dress!"

The episode gets a lot better once we get into the second part of the episode, though I'm still not convinced the twist wasn't something pulled out of thin air. However, there were some good ideas here, and the fight scene against the rock minions is surprisingly good by reboot standards. All in all, it's an upper-tier Neutral that still shows some potential.

Next, we take the long skate home. Take the long skate home.

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What? I didn’t forget anything! That’s it, I’m done for this week. If I didn't get a cold a few days before this review was posted, I might have had some time to review The Long Skate Home and had a double feature to make up for my absence last week, but when it comes to sickness, sleep is better.

Wait, that's not what you want me to talk about?

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Alright, fine, I'll talk about that cameo that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever and didn't need to happen.

Almost as soon as the race begins, the Powerpuff Girls notice these three boys that look so much like them. They recognize them as the Rowdyruff Boys, as they say their names in unison. These boys were incredibly popular villains in the original, but they haven't made a single appearance in the reboot beyond false rumors of them returning with Vine superstars voicing them.

They had fansites, and even to this day, there’s tons of fanfiction and fanart depicting them as being lovey-dovey with the Powerpuff Girls. So how does the reboot reintroduce these beloved characters from the original? Clearly, they must have put some thought into that; look at those cute little helmets they gave them! It would be perfect for more cool toys! Cool beans!

Well, as soon as the Reboot Puffs say their name, the Reboot Ruff's kart immediately gets rocketed and we never see them again. They don't even get a line, it's just rocket boom, boys down, womp womp. To be honest, considering this reboot's general track record with characters returning from the original, I am a little relieved that this is their only appearance in the reboot.

Their appearance was completely inconsequential to the plot, and would only lead to confusion to people who are not familiar with them. In fact, I question why they even bothered to include them. Sure, this is a battle royale with a bunch of villains from previous episodes, but it's not like they included absolutely everyone. Is it a tribute? Is it a jab? Or maybe this is just a tease for a future appearance by them in Season 4. Ha, ha, ha.

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