#falls in love with a boy and he dies and she intuitively knows it but chooses to believe he ran off with other women to protect her heart

[sxlphie]

Still haven't processed the experience of FFVII Rebirth and I literally beat it months ago. So much happened

[rabbitsrants]

What do you think of D.C.'s M26, do you think it was just a fire of pairs for us Shinran?

SPOILERS FOR MOVIE 26

i think, in total there are two significant shinran moments worth talking about

i enjoy certain elements of the first scene:

ran impulsively goes after a member of the black organization and puts herself in danger because he poses a threat to haibara. their fight is AMAZING, i love how ran dominates pinga despite him attacking her with a knife

something similar happens in the manga as well (chapter 434), so the writing for ran absolutely tracks here

chianti sees the fight and interferes by attempting to shoot ran - shinichi barely manages to save her in time

here's the thing: i absolutely hate the writers for often reducing ran to a damsel in distress in these movies, that's an issue i'll further analyze in a bit

with that being said, i don't mind shinichi saving ran in this scene. it's an impactful shinran moment, cause so far the writing is similar to the manga

the only difference between chapter 434 and this movie is the fact that shinichi actually sees what's happening and is able to actively protect ran. i don't have a problem with that, because that's what shinichi and ran do - they protect each other.

what i love even more is how shinichi decidedly urges ran to stay put, i think that's also very in character for him:

he wants ran nowhere near the black organization, for very specific reasons that i'll get into another post

so far, this is a well executed scene, right? it's a very realistic, high-stakes moment that we'd expect from the manga. so far, so good, right? RIGHT?!

no. cause this is where the movie writers fuck up:

W H A T

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! SHE ACTUALLY STAYS?! AND WHEN SHIN TELLS HER TO RUN, SHE RUNS?! WHAT?!

this is is supposed be ran??? no fucking way.

my girl is the definition of reckless and stubborn. she's not just the type of person who'll enter a burning house to save a girl she barely knows (chapter 174), she's also the type of person who refuses to waste a single second when human lives are at stake. no matter how much shinichi begs her to stay away.

chapter 640

and she does this in chapter 822 on the mystery train as well: shinichi yells at the detective boys, sonoko and ran, he tells them not to leave their room, no matter what. and ran repeatedly attempts to go against his instructions because she's worried about haibara, despite receiving a text message that she's okay, btw. ran's intuition tells her that something is wrong with haibara, so she's gonna fucking look for haibara!!!

i need the movie writers to understand that my girl is absolutely unhinged. she cares about other people very deeply, to the point where she's incapable of watching from the sidelines as they potentially get hurt

so how would i have written this moment? what would've been a more realistic version of this scene?

shinichi and ran get into an intense fight: shin desperately urges ran to stay put, she refuses to listen. and then there'd be two possible outcomes:

a) ran continues to go after pinga and dies in the process (remember, ran was fully prepared to die for haibara in chapter 434)

b) shinichi realizes that he can't stop ran and offers her a safer way to help. ran accepts and they work together as a team to get haibara back

why didn't the movie writers go for this approach? my theory: they don't want ran to take a bigger role in these movies, so option b) was a no-go for them. obviously it'd make even less sense for them to kill off ran, but like i already explained, there's no way ran would just give up on haibara in that moment

so why include this moment at all? what's the point of starting such a strong scene if you're not gonna progress the plot?

the point is ran being a damsel in distress.

which brings me to the second shinran moment in this movie:

ran goes after pinga again and he kicks her off the balcony, she's about to fall and get hurt

kuroda ends up saving her and shinichi feels inadequate

..............

AGAIN, THERE'S NO PLOT PROGRESSION, THE ONLY POINT OF THIS SCENE IS TO MAKE HER LOOK WEAK

idk who this woman is but this ain't ran

HERE'S RAN FUCKING MOURI FOR Y'ALL

a woman who's consistently depicted as strong, fierce and very capable of protecting herself:

chapter 43

chapter 169

and that's not to say that shinichi doesn't worry about her sometimes, ofc he does:

chapter 493

but that doesn't take away from the fact that she's a fucking badass who can defend herself

and it's not just that she's capable of protecting herself, she protects shinichi too.

chapter 5

..........

it's like the movie writers read the manga, took note of moments where shinichi comes through for ran but completely forgot that it's mutual, they come through for each other:

chapter 389

chapter 1050

the movie staff doesn't get ran, they seem to have no idea how strong or caring she is and i hate how much it's hurting the fandom's perception of her

in conclusion:

visit the shinran library for more

[felmonth]

Hello everyone!

As I said before, since a while ago I wanted to change the content and well, I don't know if it's interesting to see but I will post these drawings that are from a long time ago when I draw my ocs more frequently, I want to take them back and make a new story so don't hold back asking about these new characters, I leave their names and small descriptions.

Kuppis

These creatures behave like birds, make canary sounds and eat cookies, I was inspired by Pokémon to make these characters, I hope you like my creatures.

Old design:

Felmonth

First... Felmonth is not me, is my oc, Felmonth is actually a formless smiling slimy mass that in order to have a physical body, it has to devour people, although it can't just eat them, it has to make its victim depressed to the brink of collapse and then devour them, however, the physical body it has after it has devoured someone, after a few minutes or so after the victim is consumed, cracks and breaks, making it short lived. Basically the story I have from Felmonth is how to get out of the depths of depression, I don't know how to fully develop it but it's more or less the attempt.

Fushi Sweetheart

This character was my favorite since 2016, I had a story together with a friend but since we don't talk for a long timew anymore, I had to start from scratch so he has a side story as Tom's adopted son, yes....the puppet, like the movie Peabody and Sherman (I love that movie) but actually the original story Fushi had and I plan to develop it again, he was the typical human half demon, but this time he is a demon of the "cracks", because of his emotions the cracks react to his magic and so, I have comics but I don't plan to show them since I don't consider him canon in my head now, the person who can see him is Lulu >:3 mwehehe nah it's joke xd I'll leave all the mystery to Lulu and you guys too.

Pettitil (Bunny) and Eve (Elf)

The world my characters inhabit is a place where they only learn magic and consequences of it by using it, as the original story is cruel and sad, this time it's much more regulated soft but having the conflict of the characters, I didn't feel comfortable with the original story XD literally everyone died and I don't like that.

Pettitil is a bunny girl, she is the middle sister of 8 bunny siblings, she has plant magic, she acts as the older sister of another character I will show later, named "Lionel", she treats that boy like her brother since Lio is going through a hard time with his demanding family, Pettitil's father has no problem with her inviting his friend over for tea at home. She has no definite age (in fact, none of my characters are of age, but until their story is fixed, the characters will be between 20 years old and up)

Eve the elf, a clumsy but kind hearted girl, her family is poor but she has the opportunity to study thanks to a lottery provided by a school, her world falls apart when her mother demands her to marry to get riches, she doesn't want to marry someone she doesn't love but she is forced to get together with someone, she meets Lionel her "fiancé" they both become friends and realize they are nothing for each other in terms of falling in love.

Mimi the faun

According to the comics I have of her, she is a tarot reader, her magic specializes in intuition and divination, she has no personality yet, so in the comics she survived without personality.

To be continued...

[poeticexhalations]

Two People in Love

I think that sometimes, opposites attract. And that attraction is an explosion of stars in a universe where everything is supposed to be contained. You see, people are messy and complicated; we are supposed to fit comfortably into our little bubbles and remain there for our whole lives. We aren’t supposed to question what it is like to feel love from someone who reveals your weaknesses as their strengths. The introverts seek the introverts. The scientists seek the scientists. The healers seek the healers.

Not my parents.

I heard their love was haunting, radiating, and full of misunderstandings.

The way that my mother and father would have died for each other, yet killed one another on bad days, is a tempest that I only hope to feel one day. 

She was fire, and he was ice.

She was dark, and he was light.

She was music, and he was silence.

My father claims that there was something about her deep, chocolate eyes that drew him in on a cold night in Bloomington, Indiana. He wasn’t looking for love. He was there after long, tedious exams with a few of his dudes, getting watered-down beer at the pub across the street from the university. It was autumn, 1989. My father tried his best to look presentable at all times, but I can only imagine the hole in his polished shoes, the missing button at the top of his shirt, and the frazzled look of his wavy hair from running his hands too many times through the golden strands.

My mom would have been the kind of person to notice these things and see them as strengths, not flaws. Because even though he was tired, and put-down, and frazzled, he did his best to present himself to the world. In youth, my mother saw the strengths in everyone. Even someone who was as cold and calculating as my father.

He tells me he saw her across the pub, sketching in her notebook, and fell instantly. He knew he was going to marry this woman, and he didn’t even know her name. She ignored him completely, not out of disinterest, but because she was existing in the world of her graphite pencil and coffee-stained pages. My father sees the logic behind everything, and she shattered this ideal. How could he, a man of logic and intuition, fall so quickly for a woman he had never seen before, and may never see again? And my mother was lovely, but she was no superstar model. She was modest in her beauty. She had beauty for those who knew where to look. 

Sometimes I wish I had a man find me that way; pick me out of a crowd of people, and gravitate towards me. Then I remember what happened to my parents and it makes me feel safe to be, for the most part, fairly invisible.

Maybe this is where I learned the trait of invisibility and silence, as many girls do; to avoid men like my father finding us.

Their love wasn’t a steadfast one. It was lots of angry kisses, messy sex in coat-closets, making up at parties before screaming fights under the stars, and wrathful jealousy.

Both of my parents came from humble beginnings. The difference between my mother and father’s upbringings, however, was a catalyst for their lives. My father was raised with many boys in a small adobe house in (our city), New Mexico. His father before him, a World War II veteran, was about appearances. 

The ******** had a name to uphold in (our city), apparently, though no one really knows why. 

My grandfather wrote for the newspaper, and my grandmother was a math teacher in a middle school. They were to live as a nuclear family, and then each one of those boys was to grow up, be humble, have children, marry a respectable white woman who listened to her husband, and change the world. 

Each son had to be college educated. 

Each son would pursue science, math, or engineering and then serve their country. 

These rigid expectations for how my father and uncles’ lives would play out is probably why two of my uncles are dead, and one of them lives in Portland believing that Bigfoot is his neighbor and aliens took him in the middle of the night. 

Trauma does that to people.

My dad and my uncle P were the only ones who thrived. They both made their living on destruction, which is something I’m not personally interested in, hence my distance to them both. My father designs explosives for the government, and I imagine some of his work has been used on innocents in other countries. My uncle is a defense lawyer who makes sure that murderers and rapists go free, destroying the lives of the victims. Supposedly, they’re happy men. I think they’re both as miserable as can be, but they both have ass-loads of money, mansions in the woods, and beautiful, blonde wives with large tits and plastic surgery. Their wives hate me, so I must be doing something right.

My mother was opposite in just about every way. She grew up in (city), Indiana, with many siblings. Her favorite pastime was scraping her knees, swimming in the natural lakes, and riding her rusty bicycle down to the local library to check out mystery novels. She was close to her siblings and parents, who lived chaotic in every way that was possible. Every family vacation was spontaneous, every musical concert was a family gift, and becoming college-educated was a luxury that my grandmother and grandfather thought impossible for someone of their means. 

My mother was connected to everything in this natural world. The universe was exceptionally kind with my mother when she was born and gifted her abilities that I still desire; the ability to connect with the squirrels on the hiking trail, the ability to be seen wherever you go, the ability to talk your way out of paying for your car repairs, the ability to make the sun shine specifically on your face on a rainy day. When she was young, she was as authentic as possible, and mystery and creativity flowed through her veins. She lost her touch with life as she aged, but in her twenties and thirties, my mother was like a hurricane that destroyed everything in your life before it was repaired better than before.

My maternal side of the family had a rich, historical connection to Scotland, including family heirlooms that were supposed to go to me, poetry books, the Gaelic language, and rich family connections. Too bad that when my grandmother died, it all got pillaged and the opportunity to connect to my roots was taken away from me from a man who saw dollar bills in his eyes upon her passing.

Oh well.

I think that opportunity was gone long before that fucker my grandmother married stole everything.

My father wasn’t in a “place for love”, yet he loved my mom. So he pushed her away at every given opportunity for years. They’d encounter each other on campus only to go the long way around to avoid eye contact. He was older, about to graduate, and she was still existing in her sketchbook. He said he’d watch her for minutes on end by the fountain, in the food hall, walking home under the shaking trees of autumn. But it wasn’t until she was walking under those trees, hand-in-hand with another man, that my father finally was spurred into action.

And not only was it another man; it was his best mate. Sam.

I imagine something about seeing the woman you love, and denying being in love with, kissing your best mate, does something to a man’s heart. And spine.

My father, incapable of loving a woman, who was supposed to marry an obedient woman whom his parents approved of, knew then that he needed to marry this wild, untamed wreck that was my mother. And I love her, but she was a disaster for him. She unraveled everything he thought he knew about the world, and he unraveled her until she died. Sam was everything that my father wasn’t, so I don’t know how the two of them ended up as friends. Sam was kind, soft, and artistic. He had square glasses the size of Colorado over his bright green eyes. Whereas my father was motivated and analytical, Sam was gentle and dashing. Their group would always go to the films, to the pubs, and to parades together, and my father explained that he would see Sam with “his girl”. 

Though, she wasn’t his, because my father had pushed her away. 

You see, my mother waited years for my father before she finally gave up on him and met Sam. My father didn’t want something when it was offered to him; he wanted to take it. I don’t know how he managed, but it must have done some real damage, because Sam and my mother rarely spoke in their adult lives. And my father whisked away a bride. 

My mother would always tell me she “should have married Sam.”

But my father always gets what he wants.

I don’t think their marriage was all bad. It was a hurricane, but I imagine that there were peaceful, romantic moments, too. There is a reason that thirty-two years later, my father’s eyes glisten and he smiles when he sees a photograph of her. I think she softened him; she sawed away his rough edges and made him see beauty that he hadn’t seen before. I think she made him appreciate sunsets a little more. I think that she probably made him question everything. 

But I think he destroyed her.

They did the societal appropriate approach to their lives together. Marriage. Kids. Move to our city. A few affairs. Loveless nights. Screaming under the fluorescent lights in the kitchen. Divorce. Rage. Death. Unresolved grief.

The American thing.

My grandparents wanted a nuclear family, and I suppose they got their wish. It just wasn’t the happy ending everyone hoped for.

[spilledreality]

Outer Banks S1E1: Pilot

The first minute starts in media res, but if you pay close enough attention, you’re front-loaded with the basics. John B.—tan, sandy blonde surfer hair—is balancing on a roof in white All-Star high-top Converse. We see him standing at the structure’s very apex, one foot down, the other floating in empty space. He's framed by the sky and the ocean—it's just him, the roof, and the horizon, so that he resembles Caspar David Friedrich's Wanderer above the Sea of Fog. His arms are spread slightly, to help him balance, or like wings with which to fly, or like a crucifixion pose. He's all of these things this season: trying to keep the balance; trying to lift off and leave the ground behind; trying to be a martyr. It all gets set up here, PBR can in-hand, as his fellow Pogues try to keep the mood light-hearted while running damage control, talking him out of his insanities. "That's what, a three-story fall to the deck? I give you about a one in three chance of survival," says Pope, who's sheltered, but has the tightest-screwed head among this show’s regularly unhinged cast. John B. sticks an index finger in his mouth, wetting it with saliva and holding it up to the wind to see which way it blows. He's got a ragged blue bandana around his neck, his whole get-up matching the PBR can—they're laying the "working class" on thick—and asks rhetorically whether he should do it. J.J., backwards red cap, PBR can, some beaded bracelets, camo cut-offs with cargo pockets, raises his eyebrows, stays out of it on the sidelines while Pope, in his cardinal button-up—buttoned to the neck even the collars are fastened down—hoists an electric drill, revs it up, tries to keep the situation under control but casual through irony. "Yeah, you should jump; I'll shoot you on the way down," holding up the drill, as we put together that the gang’s snuck illegally into a construction site.

So that’s the boys. Warm beer and transgressed boundaries. Balanced on the brink of catastrophe and wondering if they should jump. Testing each other’s limits of caring under a mask of indifference. J.J. knows John B. best, which is why he's staying out of it; he's been through a suicidal shit-tests or two in his time, and knows instinctively, i how way recklessness is performed to get a rise. He’s been there before himself, and his old man didn’t give two shits, so why should he? Next we’re intro’d to Kiara, a girl in Boysland, so we immediately know three things: (1) She’s not like the other girls, i.e. she can hang (2) She’s in love with one of the boys, and one of the boys is in love with her (3) It’s not the same boy. But she's also way more than this; despite these tropeish reductions—which are really not about her, so much as they're about the structural dynamics of both real life and teenage drama—this show demonstrates an admirable Zoomer television trait, which is the ability to half-imagine men and women being friends in a way that isn’t inevitably undermined by sexuality. Mind you, it doesn’t fully manage this—teen drama is teen drama, teens want what teens want, and the show, post-S1, jumps its shark pretty thoroughly. But it half-manages, for a while. 

Kiara—and this is more stereotype now, but an admiring stereotype, like "feminine intuition" or “Asian academic excellence”—cares a lot about the environment, about sea turtles and the great Pacific trash-island and global warming. She stalks out from the under-construction Kook infrastructure, emerging behind drywall and ducking under scaffolding. "They're gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers." J.J.: "Of course they are, why wouldn't they?" Kiara: "This used to be a turtle habitat." I like this from J.J.—it’s an underwhelming first line, in some sense; everyone from John B to Pope to Kiara has gotten their proper, character-defining intro, and J.J. has been apparently overlooked, but something important about his character is being relayed here. Kiara can still be surprised and disappointed by the world’s falling short of her personal ideals. J.J. is long, long past that. 

Kiara, as the lone woman, is also the one comfortable with, you know, straight-forwardly expressing affection rather than cloaking it in indifference. Well, mostly. She looks up at John B.—"Can you please, not, kill yourself?" J.J., pragmatist-cynic, is mostly concerned that John's gonna drop his beer, which he does, and groans. "I'm not giving you another one." At that moment, hired security pulls up; Pope's first to notice and sounds the alarm. "Let's go boys," says Kiara, with a smile that shows how secure she feels, despite the apparent threat. It’s her, and her guys, against the world, and nothing can hurt them, and nothing can hurt her, and nothing will break them apart. Except time. But there’s no reason to think about that now, when high school feels eternal, when a summer is a lifetime. John and J.J. scramble down the scaffolding, dancing under the Tyvek logo, darting through a half-finished oversized living room. We get a Cops-style shaky action cam—the cinematography on this show can is one of its creative standouts—which follows the Pogues from a pit bull’s-eye-view, hopping fences and piling into their Mystery Van of a VW camper.

The security guard—a middle-aged, beer-bellied guy named Gary—chases after them on foot as the Pogue boys taunt him. "Check out Gary, gunning for a raise." "C'mon Gary, you're so close, you're so close," says J.J. before tossing him an empty PBR can. Kiara dutifully plays her role of both checking and amplifying the boys' bad behavior, as both the voice of conscience and their audience to shock. "You're gonna give him a heart attack," she protests; "Stop, stop." J.J. cools it, but balances the ledger through retort: "That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished." 

And that’s our cast. We’ll get proper intros soon, but it’ll just unpack what we’ve already discovered, in their dress and digs and one-liners. The camper zooms past a sign which welcomes them to the Outer Banks, "Paradise on Earth." John B. narrates for us, because it’s really his story. "It's the sorta place where you either have two jobs or two houses. Two tribes, one island." The haves and the have-nots. The set-up for a proper Romeo & Juliet arc, natch. The Pogues, of course, are the underdog have-nots, otherwise we couldn't root for them. Same reason punch-up jokes are more comfortable sources for laughs. Mind you, this whole “have-not” status does not, of course, entail anything so troublesome as our protagonists working two jobs—or even one job, for that matter. They'll have money troubles on this show, but mainly the sort that come from vandalizing thirty-thousand dollar boats, not everyday problems like paying for groceries and gas. Like all great teen dramas, the teens don’t actually go to school or work. The Pogues are on summer vacation,  which is why we won’t see any of them in school this season. Not that they’re working summer jobs either. Actual working class lifestyles tend to be monotonous and uneventful, a dynamic incompatible with the Teen Drama’s quota of adventure and sex. A few transcendent cinematic works in our time have squared the difference, see e.g. Adventureland. But the rest make do with fantasy and freedom. Duty, obligation, and constraint regularly rear their head on this show, but only ever as threats. The authorities will keep knocking, threatening to institutionalize our heroes—to ground them, put them in foster care, throw them in jail. But bail is swift, like how broken bones heal overnight, and there is never any prolonged interruption to our characters’ agency.

As the camper van cruises along the Banks, we get introduced to its two cultures—first the privileged “Kooks," with their immaculate marinas, their columnade plantations, their rolling golf courses. (Expensive boats, the legacy of slavery, and the reputation of #45, DJT.) Then the bus crosses a bridge with a middle-aged black man fishing beside a no-fishing sign. (Our ost quintessentially coastal South scene yet, from bayou to pluff mud.) Over the railroad tracks, so to speak. We’re toured around the South Side, "The Cut," with its mobile homes and run-down shacks. Home of the Pogues, our crew in question, so named after "the throwaway fish, lowest member of the food chain." John B: "The downside of pogue life is we're ignored and neglected. But the upside of pogue life is we're ignored or neglected. Which means we do whatever we want, whenever we want. The crew's hanging on John’s boat, the HMS Pogue: Pope is shirtless in a bucket hat, reading Kafka short stories, a huge black roach adorning the book's cover. Kiara's looking as fine as she ever will, in an olive bikini with African-Mediterranean ornaments and a rusty brown bandana, looking every inch a brown pirate goddess, notwithstanding the orange wired earbuds that pipe music from her smartphone. (What years is this? 2010?) John B., still with his trademark blue bandana and the addition of a baseball cap—backwards, natch—hauls a net full of sardine-sized fish—pogues, we must assume—onto the deck, where they spill out, squirming and suffocating in the closing scene of their short lives. J.J. says they’ll make good bait, a way to undermine the catch. Cycles of food chains: our kooks are “pogues” to kooks higher on the social pecking order—read, elites living anywhere that isn't the Carolinas. And our beloved pogues are kooks to these, more literal, pogues. And so on. That's how food chains work; power and identity are relative and relational concepts, never absolute ones; and there's always a bigger—or smaller—fish.

And now we get the proper introductions, the structure recapitulating the compressive first minute. The structure goes: "We're the Pogues; hear us roar; this here’s Loki; that there’s Thor." Name, role, origin story; difference recognized and ultimately subjugated to collective; everyone’s got a role in the micro-economy of the friend group. We see J.J. mowing the lawn, shirtless, with Calvin Klein abs—then surfing, then taking parts out of car engine. (John B: "Mild kleptomaniac and a future tax cheat.") The scene shifts to a kegger; Kiara's lecturing a long-hair with an acoustic guitar and a Solo cup: "Don't even get me started on microplastics..." We see her wearing rose-tinted hippy glasses, which she takes off and puts on J.J. in a little gesture we call "symbolic foreshadowing." "That's Kiara, or Key as we call her, and when she's not saving turtles, or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs out with us. I'm not really sure why though. She's a rich kid actually, foot in both worlds." Rich kid here in context means her dad owns a small fish’n’chips restaurant, a proper mom’n’pop affair with a couple wait staff that brings in annual grosses in the lower six-digits. Finally Pope: "The brains of the operation, finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship, and the smartest person I know." Vanderhorst—like van der Woodsen, one of those names that breathes “Old Money,” Lucas no doubt being a descendent of good old Arnoldus, a South Carolina planter who commanded the local militia and served as state governor in the final years of the 18th century. Pope wants to be a coroner, apparently, and is a bit of an “oddball." "Doesn't matter. He was a Pogue." Once a Pogue, always a Pogue; we get a shot of the Pogues at sunset, staring into the horizon, Kiara the feminine energy that unites them, her spread arms bringing them together in a hug they would never initiate on their own. That's my crew, John B. tells us, shirtless as usual, blue bandana around his neck as usual, a kind of captain-on-shore, a stoic and troubled preacher on the pulpit, an Ahab after lost treasure. To recap: J.J.’s the brawler-cynic cum closet-sweetheart. Pope’s the bookworm and voice of civilization. Kiara’s the heart and conscience. John owns the boat and the hangout spot, provides the energy and narrative arc, and in most other ways is captain. He lives on an "old fish shack on the marsh"—the "Chateau," as his dad used to call it, before he "disappeared at sea." His mom bounced years ago, so it's just him right now, adolescent playing adult, which is another part of the Teen Drama fantasy, cf. Chuck Bass. 

But there’s always a bigger fish, and Child Protective Services is threatening to toss him in foster care. They schedule an imminent home visit from authorities—but then John B catches a break. Hurricane Agatha, a maelstrom of disruption, is about to shake up the status quo of the Outer Banks. The power grid will be out for weeks. Authorities and the local PD will be busy handling a thousand other responsibilities. The momentum that was disrupted—as it tries to reassert itself—and the new momentums engineered by the disruption—which struggle to maintain themselves—will drive the story-arc of our show. Some things that were on the surface will be submerged. And some things that were lying submerged will be brought to the surface. And all the opportunities and threats which emerge, and bring us out of routine normalcy into a proper routine-breaking plot, emerge from this one great disruption, the high winds and back-breaking waves of Agatha’s sea-storm.

But all that comes later. For now, it’s just another routine storm, and no one’s sweating it too serious. Pope and John B head out to surf the storm waves; Pope has his reservations—those aren't surfable waves, he protests—but John B bites back "Says who?" and they paddle past the break. This dynamic—this asymmetry in care and concern—is fundamental to understanding the show and how it evolves. It isn’t just that Pope’s more anxious or easily worried; it’s that he literally has more to lose. Half the Pogues—that is, John and J.J.—have nothing to lose. They don’t have families or futures. J.J.’s dad is an abusive alcoholic, which depending on your perspective is only slightly better, or slightly worse, than not having a dad at all. Both moms are out of the picture. Both J.J. and J.B. are academically truant; J.J. has a criminal rap sheet and J.B.’s not far behind. Whereas Pope and Kiara are probably bound for good colleges and solid middle-class jobs. They’re about to be seniors in high school; in a little over a year, Kiara will no doubt be studying marine biology at USD, and Pope will be at Columbia or NYU, wearing black turtlenecks and sipping box wine with future N+1 contributors who will meet his “Metamorphosis” and raise him Amerika. Whereas John and J.J.… will still be here, in the Outer Banks. Catching waves and going to keggers and getting in fist-fights with polo shirts. At least, that’s what would have happened. The friendship will prove more powerful than these life-scripts, and it will be simultaneously beautiful and tragic. That comes later: For now, we’re with Pope and John B as they buck and roll in the waves, catching a few, tossed by others. And we’re with John B when, cresting on his board, he sees an apparition on the horizon, a ghost ship tossing in the wind as it heads out to sea, as the hurricane descends. A confused—even worried—look comes across his face. Title screen: Outer Banks. 

[callofthxvoid]

Please welcome CLARA JONES-BRENNAN (SHE/HER) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 32-year-old RESIDENT who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as a DEPUTY FOREST RANGER. They are looking for JAMES BRENNAN, their HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

quick facts

Title: The Phoenix

Name: Clara Jenny Jones-Brennan

Nickname: CJ (by her family)

Date of Birth: August 20, 1990

Age: 33

Place of Birth: London, United Kingdom

Hometown: New York City, New York

Languages: English, French, Italian, Mandarin

Faceclaim: Jessica Henwick

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: (Disaster) Bisexual

Relationship Status: Married to Jamie Brennan

personality

Myers-Briggs: ESTP - The Entrepreneur

Enneagram: Type Seven - The Enthusiast (7w8)

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Good

Occupation: Deputy Head Ranger

Role: Hunter

[+] witty, intuitive, charismatic, passionate [-] stubborn, irrational, arrogant, reckless

Character Inspirations: Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars), Ellie (The Last of Us), Blake Belladonna (RWBY), Robyn Hill (RWBY), Kate Beckett (Castle), Erin Lindsay (Chicago PD)

background

TW: Death

For as long as she has lived in Huntsville, Clara Jones has stubbornly avoided dealing with her past and tried very hard not to think about her future. She moved to town when she was a teenager as the ward of a park ranger and his wife. Her foster father, a native of Huntsville and something of a hometown hero, had apparently rescued her from some nebulous Bad Situation and decided to move back home with his new daughter to give her a chance to start over. And as far as Clara was concerned, that's all anyone needed to know about her. Who she was or what happened to her before was irrelevant.

What followed was fairly typical for a troubled teenager acting out: skipping school, staying out after curfew, a mild streak of delinquency, a lot of underage drinking, and falling madly in love with a boy of whom her father vehemently disapproved. Their relationship was dramatic and tempestuous, but she loved Jamie deeply and she was certain, in the way only a teenage girl can be, that everyone else was wrong about them and that he was the love of her life. Realising way later than she should have that she was the one who was wrong was a devastating blow to what little stability Clara had allowed herself to build.

And then came the storm. And the paradox. And the monsters. They should have scared her, but they didn't - not as much as the monsters from her own past did.

For a few years after that, Clara's tendency toward self-destructive behaviour only got worse. She took bigger and bigger risks. She crossed lines that even she wouldn't have crossed before. She would do something outrageously reckless, then somehow find a way to do something even more unhinged and unthinkable the next week. It was only when her careless actions cost the lives of the only real parents she'd ever had that Clara realised she had gone too far. They'd died protecting her, and that wasn't a mistake she could just shake off like the rest of them.

She hit rock bottom fast and hard, but with it came a resolve to finally pull herself together - to put the lifetime of hurt and anger she'd been toting around into something that made her feel worthwhile, something that honoured the sacrifice her foster parents made for her, even if she could never quite forgive herself for what happened. Now that she's a park ranger she's still a risk taker, she's still stubborn as hell, and she still refuses to listen to anyone else, but at least she feels like she has a purpose. And most days, that's enough to keep her going.

misc

Clara never talks about her past, but she does display a few hints that people may notice depending on how observant or knowledgeable they are. For example: - She speaks with an American accent, but occasionally slips up and spells in British English or uses British vocabulary. (Not at all including this as an excuse for me to occasionally slip up and use British vocabulary.) - Her American accent has grown more generic and difficult to place over time but there's still something distinctly New York about it. - She carries herself like someone who went through years of etiquette training. - She's familiar with the culture and customs of a variety of countries, mostly in Europe, to an extent that indicates she either lived there at some point or visited extensively.

She has three tattoos: a simple heptagon on her right arm, a stylised phoenix on her left shoulder, and the initials J.B. tattooed on the inside of her right wrist.

She's proficient at archery and wields a hunting bow on the occasions when she joins the town's hunting party. When she's doing night watch, she prefers to carry a crossbow - regular or pistol - because she finds it easier to climb with.

She rides a vintage motorcycle that used to belong to her foster father. It's her baby, and she generally takes better care of it than she does of herself.

Music was the only subject in school that she cared about and made an effort in. She plays the piano and sings quite well, although she has not dedicated much time to those hobbies in recent years.

Before she was a ranger, she worked as a bartender at Sally's Dancehall.

[nfumbewalk]

Them & Me

Work altar - a ritual with Rodolfo.

I'm being a dork and reflecting on my life & stupid exploits. I had a mini-breakdown (My 19th, Stones fans!) today. But seriously, bad day. Big fight with my husband. Thought I'd lose him. Dunno, he doesn't want to deal with my emotional crap anymore. I'm no fluffy kitten! I misbehave too much. I'm judging me, I'm not covering for a complete asshole. I'm the asshole. Klonopin turns me into a dick, no joke. Anyway, things are okay. We're 20 years in, think we're going anywhere? Nawww. 😂

I'm thinking of how different it is with muertos around me. It's mostly Rodolfo, but I get visitors too. I was sitting at Rodolfo's altar and I was glancing at the glass vase of water. I saw my dad's face! He was still older & bearded. I always had the thought that maybe ppl got to a younger state when they crossed over.

No, I was told that you remain your death age until elevation starts it's 2nd stage, which is called "Opening." It's this stage when the muerto can make more appearances, perhaps regularly - but only in fleeting glances, shadows, odors and minor disturbances like noises - footsteps or items falling down and occasional voices.

So why then do muertos have to wait to appear how they want to? It's all about what they did in certain stages of their life. There is judgement, no matter what religion, or no religion you are. There is this great cosmic force that helps people decide how they want to ruminate over the wrongdoings that they may have committed in life. Not everyone has done serious wrongs. These muertos go to the Grode. It's a place of stasis for them. Not in a bad way. They do not do duties, but they do visit the living, study & practice religion or their path, and generally ascend to the next step of elevation.

How does a muerto pay for wrongdoing? Duties. Helping tend to the place they stay, The Grode - but separate from the other muertos. This is kinda like limbo, a stasis. These muertos have duties, like I said. What do they do? It's their job to keep up the Grode's grounds, help other muertos, visit the living, and if they choose, practice their religion & study it and do their practices if they have any.

I said the muertos "pay" & there is "judgement" - not suffer pain eternally & burn in hell. Is having duties bad? Ya haven't made it to Freedom (Heaven) yet! People can be stuck in one of the 4 Stages of Elevation for a long time. I mean, lots of people haven't even Crossed Over because they haven't accepted their even dead!! My mom as an example. She died in 2006 & just barely accepted her death two years ago.

My dad accepted his death right away, was relieved, and Crossed earlier this year. He died August of last year. I've found that if a muerto in life was sick or in pain, not just old - elevation will be quick. I think my dad will be pretty fast. He was in a great deal of physical pain & had dementia - which broke my heart so much.

He worked so hard in steel & heavy equipment, foundries, and as a cook in restaurants to keep us off of food stamps. My parents didn't like sponging off the government. My dad was a simple country boy who didn't really match weird as fuck Portland, Ore. Though I grew up a city gal, I hate Portland now.

Sorry, guess I miss my parents. It's hard not having many living relatives. Though I could try to find some in Germany?!? Lol! Just realizing my family line has ended. Hopefully my son has children. All i have is my stupid atheist brother. Love him but his Adderall is melting his brain.

All of my talking about muertos & Elevation, the Grode, etc is to my knowledge truthful. Lorkane has said many many things that have come true for me, even as a child. I didn't know of Lorkane's name until recently. Just thought, "Oh! Intuition!" Naw, it was Lorkane. Durrr. "The Inevitable Spirit Guide" that I used to dread.

Well, dearies. Going to rest.

M.M. 💖💀💖

Did I capture the topic? Or did I slide too much? Post a comment! 😊

[angstics]

I have many thoughts about les mis live, and they are all beautiful and complex.

to get it out of the way, things that sucked: the face spotlights were RIDICULOUSLY distracting and ugly use wide spots. the context tidbits are so useless lmao everything is explained in the main songs. it kind of made eponine irritating because she would always appear in these ugly sounding tidbits just to yearn. The surprise is kind of the point. The video effects were kinda distracting BUT also really good which i will expand on later. The tempo was so off, at least to how im used to it. I really dislike how they elongated the notes (though it was impressive tbf). I dislike the weird pauses that were obviously not mistakes. I HATE the line changes. They removed my favorite part of paris look down when the ppl go “whens it gonna end somethings gotta happen now somethings gotta give itll come itll come” then the FANTASTIC fanfare. GOD. Watching it live, i felt act 1 was so rushed — i do think it had abnormally fast tempo… this one’s silly bc it depends on actor intuition but i wish they laughed at the points the characters laugh in the 2010 recording (theres like 3 points that just so perfectly punctuate the sadness). Noticeably awkward staging during rain will help flowers grow. I wish grantaire fell with enjolras SORRY.

Also i wish everyone who talked went to hell, everyone who coughed endlessly took some PILLS, everyone who went up and down the stairs pissed in their seat -_- the worst was when the idiots in front of me (WHO WERE TALKING THE WHOLE SHOOOOOW they were shushed by the usher Three times I need them to be tried for this) were whispering during To love another person is to see the face of god and i wanted to STRANGLE them

anyway, onto the good. And be sure it far outweighs the bad. Great casting, great singing, SUCH a good band, good lighting (spots otherwise). There were no obvious acting missteps that i hear in recordings which was a nice surprise

The set was SOOOOOOOO dynamic and fluid and lighting was used in a simple but CRAZY effective way to morph and splinter the setting. Augh. When the set pushed in during paris, i fell to my kneeeeessss (in my brain). The gate, the barricade, the houses were GORGEOUS

Lighting during the final battle. I wanted to die it was so good. I didnt know or forgot grantaire dies last. I remembered it was voluntary but not like that. Jesus god

There were a lot of surprises in staging acting etc that had me genuinely jump in my seat from shock and delight. I have never acted like that in a theatre, much less for a show ive seen and listened to a MILLION times. Some moments like this: enjolras falling over in the cart and being Dragged out, heart full of love starting so reluctantly (i was DELIGHTED by this it was a nice surprise laugh), the wigs (love), the staging during one day more (god when enjolras is dead center stage haloed by light).... there are so many other moments that had me shook i cant recall rn...

gavroche was so Present in the set, which you really miss in the audio. His little added dialogue bit was my favorite of those. His relationship w grantaire was particularly pronounced, which kinda shifted the source of grantaire’s sacrifice. Ofc there are many reasons he chose to die for the cause, but i hadnt thought one being grantaire seeing the police state for the robbing force it was. Hard yes, but evil. He didnt know it was *evil*. I think that realization was pushed by Gavroche’s killing and something so interesting in the discussion of how sheltered these kids were (or not). Rich boy’s game to play… what did enjloras know…

On the same line, i felt the “message” very strongly seeing it sung at me. Is there a world you long to see… i also felt the faith themes distinctly. Vaguely christian ending lol ill lead you to salvation, the only survivors being a couple. Wait the thenadiers are also a couple. Lol?

On that lot, they were fun and good lol. They changed one of his beggar at the feast lines and it was kind of silly. “this one’s a queer but what can you do” to “this one’s a queer, i might try it too” ????? I dont know if we want to wokeify this guy in particular

There was a part duringggg i think drink with me before grantaire’s verse where both he and enjolras are in the shadows on literal opposite sides of the stage (e is high right upstage, g is low left downstage) and grantaire is staring Right at enjolras. And enjolras turns to him through the first verse. I was watching this going crazy that they actually fanfictionified them i didnt think they would more than ive already seen. There is one movement in particular ive never seen and would have Definitely been in the compilations i watched (lol). This will have its own seperate joke post

Speaking of, watching it live made me realize how Present enjolras and grantaire’s relationship is. Besides the lovey dovey achilles-and-patroclus slash thing, i loooovveeeee their ideological conflict SOOOO much. It is so genuis. So i love that it was center stage when it isnt really in the lyrics (or 2012 film or other adaptations)

And they were both blond. Which was crazy

Javert at the end made me so crazy. Again, the staging — mourning Gavroche, seeing valjean carry marius — shifted how i thought of his suicide as well. I think maybe he had the same awakening as grantaire

Hey guys maybe the police state and prison complex is bad lmfao

The candlesticks at the end ❤️ (this is a bit of hater moment but i was watching the ramin 14 boot and the moment the bishop walks away from him at the end he does the same thing fredric march does where there is a pause and jean is kneeling infront of the bishop and he holds the bishop’s hands to his head in silence and. It is so vulnerable and meaningful and i adore it. And i wish theyd kept that staging)

I always found it weird that eponine is for some reason fantine’s right hand man in heaven. If we’re being haters i still dont like the caricatured costumes and behaviours of “the poor” and “whores” companies. AND they shouldve really tried harder on boy eponine. cut her hair at the very least and mirror her further w fantine -_- well that makes make me like heaven more

This also really made me think about how valjean saw javert as Just A Man, while javert saw himself as The Law. Which they literally say but seeing how they acted around each other cemented it. Javert was so very humanized by his sadness and anger and all that emotion Destroyed him because there is no compassion in the law lol. Maybe there is something wrong with our governments Lol

for a bit that kinda meanders and strays from the main action, they made "heart full of love" et al. really really wonderful. the staging was so great, like marius actually climbing the gate and throwing rocks at her window, cosette running to him, marius and eponine hiding along the gate in times i didnt think they were listing. the thenadier climbs the house set it's so fun

i love that eponine is consistently black. it adds. so much. and i will always judge a production if their eponine is white. this one had a great black actor play her -- her voice was nicely different from the recordings

i liked the video sets, especially when it emphasized character mvmt. sometimes it was bright and looked kind of bad, so the darker the better lol. there was a moment when we dip in the sewers where thenadier enters from upstage center from the darkness of the sewer in the backdrop and it was AWESOME.

OH MY GOD turning -> empty chairs. GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. turning is such an underrated song and they just so beautifully staged it. the all female cast who communicated such different perspectives on the massacre that was a nice change from a monolithic company. and the lights. when i saw theyd set them down, i knew what was coming. and then it came. God. empty chairs. so good. So good.

the choreo during the wedding was great

Enjolras had the red vest. W

god i feel im missing so much. hope i get another cheapo ticket. Eek. im so glad i get to see it at all. limit hit <3

[yourlocalabomination]

Hi so here’s a reblog with some of the closer up details because they got absolutely nerfed when I uploaded this. I need people to appreciate the fact that I was doing genuine pixel art at some points during this.

Also I’m just going to ramble a bit about this comic strip because ngl it’s completely self indulgent and full of personal hc’s. I also put in way too much thought into the symbolism of colour through each slide.

“I don’t really know if she cares or not” - This panel is the first one we see of Teddy, and the fact he’s entirely in blue with the only pink being the letter shows how Jenny has already left.

“All I Know is she left a lot of stuff in my apartment” - considering how Jenny died instead of leaving I imagine she left things in his apartment she was never able to come and collect, including the jacket we see her wear in every panel. This scene shows how intertwined their lives were together, with Jenny literally decorating his apartment (come on this man would not have any flowers in his room without it being Jenny influence). I also just littered my own personal hc’s, like Teddy skateboarding and Jenny roller skating, Jenny gifting Teddy rock/metal band pins, Ted having a pulp fiction poster (come on- he would), Teddy having a lot of cd’s etc. Also yes, the calendar shows October 17th, 2004. Yes that is Jenny’s bong. Yes those are porn mags on the floor.

“She’s never getting back” - Everything but Teddy in this panel is pink, showing how he’s desperately trying to cling onto what’s left of her (the jacket) while also destroying himself in the process (drinking & smoking). I could go on a whole separate text post talking about how self destructiveness is one of Teds main flaws but I’ll save it.

“As her smell of her pillow fades” - ngl I was just being cute with this one. But here we see them sharing each others stuff (Jenny with T-shirt, Teddy with the hair bobble). This is also where we first see the fact that they have matching earrings, each with each others colour. I personally hc that they got the ear piercings together while drunk and thus the act itself remains intertwined with each others presence. (Also yes that’s a goat hoof birthmark- blame booigi-boi for that).

“Her cigarettes might stay” - Full shot of Jenny, again with the earrings. Another hc of mine is that Jenny was the one who got Ted into smoking (she offered a cig when they first met, he took it because he didn’t want to seem lame in front of a cool girl. He then proceeded to cough his lungs out after the first drag while Jenny laughed her ass off. The rest is history). She would also totally bum cigs off him. Also you see the necklace? You know how Ted thought Kilgore gifting Jenny a necklace was pathetic? Yes well Teddy didn’t. He gifted her one for her birthday and she’s worn it everyday since. This just further empathises the difference between Ted and Teddy.

“Like a Roman Coliseum” - This is once again long hair Ted propaganda my friends. Teddy had long hair and after Jenny left he cut it because Jenny would always say how she likes his long hair. This is shown through the scissors themselves being pink, with Jenny cutting a part of Ted away.

“A dry and worthless monument to our love” - A close up on the photos in the apartment scene. I imagine Ted just has a load of pictures between him and Jenny. Again I was just being cute here, with them doing a photo booth together, Teddy falling asleep on Jenny, them posing for the camera. And my personal fav, then dressed up as Brad and Janet for Halloween (Ted learnt he likes men after seeing Frank-N-Furter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show when he was 15 my source is divine intuition).

“I still have your lighter” - Here we see Ted with his new short hair and the lack of earrings. Despite changing himself he was never able to kick the smoking habit he picked up from Jenny, the pink symbolising that despite it being 15 years there’s parts of her at still linger. (Nobody show this man I Don’t Smoke by Mitski I fear the consequences).

“I still have your book” - Don’t even try and convince me that letter doesn’t have permanent tear stains on it. I know he has re-read it a thousand times.

“I still have everything you brought, but you never took” - While Ted can’t stand the reminders of Jenny in his apartment he can’t bring himself to get rid of her stuff (even the flowers that have died). I imagine he has a box full of her stuff hidden under his bed or the back of a closet. (Also yes he does have all of the larger stuff shown in the apartment scene just imagine there in a separate box ok they were too big for the scene).

“You know where to find me” - the first scene where we see Ted without any actual pink on him, and yet he’s still not able to let go- always looking back at Jenny.

“And I know where to look” - Unlike Ted, Jenny isn’t looking back. Even has her hair covering her earrings, being fully pink. They both have each others colour for the text because despite parting ways they will always be interlinked, with Jenny being the cause of Teds change and Ted being the cause of Jennys death.

“(I’m not a crook-)” - I could technically say that Ted being represented by the disintegrator shows his destructiveness but honestly man I was just being evil here.

Song - Taking What’s Not Yours by Tv Girl.

(I learnt my lesson from last time so here’s the animated version in the original post)

[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Kirideku headcanons because they’re my favorite and I am ✨mentally ill✨:

Gym dates. Dude,, they’re so supportive 😭

Listen, it just starts normal, and then “you’re so strong” “thanks, bro, you’re so manly!” “Aw, thank you, you’re so sweet!” “🥺💙 you’re so smart” “well, you’re so-“

Please help Uraraka. She is tired of their shit. She loves them, and she wants them to be happy, but goddamn. How sappy can too fools be?!

Study dates

Izuku once a gave kiri a bouquet of weights (my siblings idea, not mine, but one that I love)

Kiri helps comfort izuku after he has nightmares

Kirishima is trans. I will not accept anything else. Izuku reminds him how manly he is whenever he feels dysphoric

I talked about this in my rare pair post which you can find here (if I remember to link it) but, they ran into each other one night in the common room, izuku had woken up from a nightmare and kirishima was getting some water. Izuku was lightly dozing and kiri was like “hey, you want me to carry you to your room?” And they get to talking until the morning. Sero finds them there next morning and he knows what is going to happen 👁👁 Sero knows all

They are practically inseparable after a few weeks. Kiri called izuku when he was having a panic attack one time, and then the two stuck together like glue. The kiricrew and izucrew became the kiridekrew (curtesy of Uraraka)

Kiri knows he has a crush on izuku first, and he starts trying to hint at his feelings. Sadly for class A, izuku is incredibly dense when it comes to people liking him

Todoroki accidentally makes izuku realize that he has a crush on kiri by mentioning love languages. Izuku’s is words of affirmation, and kiri’s is gift giving. Shouto mentions that their love languages are very complimentary, and that they work well together.

Izuku is flustered and spends ye rest of the day like, “oh no”

He texts the izucrew group chat a 911, and they’re over in an instant

He tells them, and Uraraka is like “congrats, you’re officially the last one to know!”

Izuku is confused, and she explains that everyone knows. There is even a betting pool going around ua. Midnight and Sero started it.

They tell him that kirishima 10000000% likes him back, but our boy izuku has ridiculously low self esteem me too, buddy So he hides his feelings

Lucky for ua, kirishima is very intuitive! He also has low self esteem though.

Buuuuuuuuut, with both of them trying, class a and the extended members in the izucrew decide that their pining has gone on long enough. Mina and Uraraka orchestrated the operation

Operation get the lover bois to express their emotions

Shouldn’t be hard right? Both are very in tune with their emotions, we love to see it, right?

Yes actually! :D

They talk, and end up falling asleep cuddling! Both their phones have been blown up with texts

“You’ve been in there for hours, how’s it going????”

“DID YOU DIE????”

“If you died, who do I kill to avenge you? Because I can’t see kiri/izuku doing anything to hurt you :/“

“KIRI, CHECK YOUR PHONEEEEEEE”

“Izuku, did you commit a felony again??? Should we get Present Mic or Mr. Aizawa?”

“Kiri, if you died, can I have your hair dye?”

“Come out come out, you little shits! Literally. Come out and tell us how it went, we’ve been waiting here for hours”

“If you’re not out in five minutes, um eating ALL the ice cream”

“^^ They’ll do it, they’re crazy”

They leave izuku’s dorm the next morning to find the entire class + extended izucrew members in the kitchen staring at them.

The students note the hands being held and the kitchen erupts

Iida and momo telling everyone to quite down, Mina and toru are asking for the details, kami, sato, Aoyama, Jirou, mei, and sero are hyping them up

Uraraka and monoma are offering death threats

Tokoyami, Shouto, koda, shoji, ojiro, and tsu are just silently supporting them

It’s chaos

Classes that day are fun. They make a bet to see how long it takes for the teachers to find out

Sero and Mina tell midnight about it of course, they just ask her to keep it quite.

Izuku tells toshinori on accident

Mic finds out within the hour. He knows all, sees all. He mentions it to Aizawa that night who just goes, “weren’t they already a thing?”

No; Aizawa, no they were not 😔

They are not though!!!

They actually don’t become a duo, they feel like they’d be able to help more people if they worked separately and covered different shifts.

They’re both very high remaking heroes though, and are deeply loved by the public

Best bois

My children

[capturethechaos]

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 1151

Warnings - Mentions of struggling with mental health, besides that it’s just fluff ♡

a/n - This is brought to you by the wonderful mind of @screechesincoherently who put out a wonderful idea forward of coming home to find one of the boys comforting your daughter, who faces mental health struggles, much like you did when the two of you started dating; and allowed me the honor of writing it out for her.

Coming home was no small feat, traffic had made your journey an extra half an hour, on top of the bitching your coworkers had spent all day sharing, you were very ready to go home and lounge with your family.

Rain began to fall as your car pulled into the drive-way, a fitting weather for the day you seemed to be having. As you walked up the front steps of the house, a feeling, call it motherly intuition, let you know that you weren’t the only one feeling the sense of dread that swept in upon waking up this morning.

Bags were dropped, shoes were taken off, and steps were made further into your home, waiting for any signs that there were others in the house.

“Josh, baby I’m home.” You called out.

There was no response, but Josh’s car in the driveway told you he must have been home, unless one of his brothers had picked him up for whatever reason. You decided to just look around, speculation not helping the situation as you stood like a statue in the living room waiting for a response that wasn’t coming.

The first place to check was your bedroom, knowing that Josh would take any and all chances to take a nap at god awful times of the day, but as you opened the door you found nothing. A clean room with no one in it, so you moved on. The door to your daughter's room was becoming increasingly more filled with every passing day, posters telling the tale of music discoveries she would make on her own, paired with the music you and Josh had raised her to love, much like your parents had done for you.

Once again you were welcomed by an empty room, so you stood for a moment, mulling over what you were looking at. Clothes were strewn throughout the room, a record had been placed on her player, but the needle was up. Dust had settled on the surfaces of her bedroom, and you knew where her head was at, now you just had to actually find her.

The search through the house took you into your office, the laundry room was an unnecessary stop, but it was a door. You paced at the top of the stairs for a moment, maybe they went for a walk, or they were in the backyard, then it clicked, “the basement, god y/n how the fuck did you miss that?”

You descend the stairs, walking to the entrance of the basement, listening in for a moment before making your way down. At the bottom you found a sight that brought back memories of when you and Josh had first gotten together. Josh and your daughter were laying on the floor in silence.

—

It had been a week since the last time you had even thought about leaving your house. Your phone had died a couple days ago, and you had no intention to plug it back in, tired of hearing it buzz with notifications from people who don’t really give a shit.

Everything was becoming too much, moment after moment had been piling itself upon you. Your breaking point hit last week, when the exhaustion of work paired with a particularly unpleasant phone call with your mother.

At first you felt bad not responding to messages and calls, especially when you saw Josh’s adorable face pop up on your screen, but you needed to deal with this on your own, you always dealt with it on your own.

The knock on your door became a lost sound among the soft sound of Fleetwood Mac playing on your record player, and your spot on the floor had become the favored spot during the day, moving only to change the record you would use to drown out your own thoughts.

The sound of the door closing echoed over the music, and your eyes opened to see a shadow in the dark pass by you, turning down the music before coming back to stand over you, and you recognized the mop of curls the second your eyes passed over them.

“Glad to see that you are in fact alive, I was worried.” Josh said, giving you a soft smile as you looked up at him.

You hummed in response, closing your eyes once again. The floor creaked as Josh lowered himself down to lay beside you.

“I’m here for you no matter what, you know that right?” Josh said, turning his head to face you.

“I know Josh.”

“You don’t have to talk right now, we don't have to do anything actually, but I’m going to sit here with you until you tell me to leave, maybe even then.” He said.

You two sat in silence for a while, and just the feeling of having him next to you made the steady stream of thoughts in your head slow down. You opened your eyes, turning to look at him, your eyes locking with his. For the first time in hours you moved, your hand sliding across the floor, brushing up against his. He smiled at the feeling, intertwining his fingers with yours and bending his elbow to raise your hands up.

The two of you shifted your gaze to your entangled hands, watching as his thumb brushed lightly along your own, and for the first time in a week, a smile made its way onto your face.

—

It was like looking into a mirror, and though you knew that the reasoning behind it was somber, watching Josh comfort the daughter you two had brought into the world made a smile appear on your face.

You walked over to them, looking to Josh, who had noticed your entrance and given you a small smile. There was space beside your daughter, so you lowered yourself to the floor, centering her between her parents. She cracked open one of her eyes, looking over to acknowledge your presence, before closing them again.

“We’re here for you no matter what, okay.” You spoke softly, gazing over to Josh who nodded at you with a knowing smile.

“I know mom.”

“And you don’t have to talk right now, but we’re going to sit here with you until you’re ready; or you tell us to leave, and maybe even then.” Josh said.

The two of you watched as a small smile creeped onto your daughter's face, her hands moving on either side of her to reach for her parents. You and Josh took her hands in your own mirroring each other by bending your arms to raise them up, gazing over to see your baby watching as you both poured your love out to her through the simplicity of holding her hands.

You laid like that for a while, a comfortable silence settling throughout the house, and the three of you knew everything was going to be alright.

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Did you say birthday crumbs? 😌😌😌

I saw the cradle in his bday card and immediately thought. Lilia likes babies. He wants babies. MC can give him a baby... Whether she likes to or not.

It's his birthday! Why don't she fulfill his wish, please?

Yume may be very late for Daddy Lilia’s birthday, but there are never truly a time where we can be “late” for hornii. (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

“You would be a great mother. I’m sure of it.”

Lilia had randomly told you that one day as what you initially thought as a strange way of breaking the silence. You didn’t think too much of it, there were more things that the old fae had said that left you speechless after all. You laughed at it and took it as a compliment instead, flattered even. He was truly a man full of surprises, you naively thought that day. You didn’t even notice that glint of mischief in his eyes, a sign that may or may not just be some childish intuition, but he was dead serious.

...You know, thinking back, you should’ve noticed all the signs while it was still there, harmless and tamed. You did not understand what he really meant by it, but you accepted it anyway, since you genuinely thought that he meant no ill will. It was most women’s dream to become a good mother after all and you just happen to be very good at taking care of kids. So, for this talent to be recognized by someone older and more experience than you in raising kids, it made you happy. But ever since that day, Lilia started acting strange towards you.

...For some reason, every time you meet up with him, coincidentally or not, it was always your stomach that he’s most especially delicate to. During one of his surprise acts of affection, his hands would always snake down across your tummy, caressing them through your shirt. Whenever he’ll take the opportunity of resting his head down on your lap, you’ll find him eyeing your stomach with a loving look in his eyes, almost as if he’s waiting for something. Even times when you’ll suddenly find him in your bed the next morning, leaning his ear on it like there’s even something to hear on the other side. When you get scratches and wounds just near your waist line, Lilia would freak out and patched you up as fast as possible, whispering something about how upset he is for something to damage your skin on this specific spot.

You weren’t one to judge people, Lilia was a man full of surprises after all. It wouldn’t be too strange if he has some kind of stomach fetish of some sort. Even though you knew that this man was a lot older than what you already thought, Lilia knows best on how to use his appearance as weapon and mean to get out of the situation. He’s so childish and mischievous, kinda like how a typical young boy would act, and to you, who’s weak against the affections of a child, it was a blade that cuts you deep. It bothered you for a bit, but eventually got used to it, letting him do what he wants.

“Eh? Lilia-senpai, you have kids?”

“You can call them that, but they’re not my own.”

Eventually, you started catching on his true intentions bit by bit and they were surprisingly very wholesome...At first, at the very least. He was very careful of not naming the identity of the children that he took care of, but being able to hear him fondly remembering his moments with them, you came to understand him a bit more. You didn’t want to assume to much to a life that you’re not very familiar with, but a simple thought came into your mind.

Perhaps, Lilia was simply...lonely.

He is fond of children, and had claimed to raise some until they could walk in their own out in the outside world. His bond and love for them was undoubtedly absolute, but as he said, his relation to them was not something that he could call his own. Perhaps Lilia was not interested in your abdominal region alone, but instead of the womb that can bare those children. Thinking that, you almost considered all his actions justified, not that you didn’t before, but at least you have some sort of context behind it. Lilia said that you were going to be a great mother someday, but with these thoughts in your head, you just can’t help but think that it’s a compliment that best suit him instead.

...That’s what you kept thinking as he one day grabbed you by the hand, leading you in the bounds of his room. His hands were so smooth, moving across your arms, legs, and back, giving you goosebumbs along the way. Of course, his last destination was on your stomach, going underneath your shirt and feeling warmness of it all. He nibbles on your neck like a little mouse, but with one wrong move, his fangs could absolutely pierce your flesh open. Charmed by his hypnotic touch, you reaction didn’t quite line in with your rationality as Lilia pulled you by your chin and slammed his lips against yours.

With his tongue playing inside your cavern, his saliva felt as if it was laced with natural aphrodisiac, rendering you immobile. You were surprised, but got you distracted enough to not be able to notice your clothes slowly being stripped away. Chuckling, Lilia couldn’t help but find yo oh-so adorable, having to completely wrap you around his fingers

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

“P...Please...I-I’m so full...” You sobbed as you covered your face in embarrassement, still in disbelief that something like this is happening to you. “Pull out...! Please, I c-can’t take any more...!”

Flinching as his fingers traced over the small bulge in your stomach, filled with the seed that can penetrate the depths of your flower so easily. “Not yet, Love. Just a little more.” He whispered, eyes half-lidded and seemingly drunk with both lust and pleasure. “We’ll have to make sure that you get the most of it in.”

A sharp, burning pain spread from your lower region as he pushed himself in your cunt deeper. “Aagh!” You squeaked as you instinctively grabbed the sheets and grit your teeth. Despite his best attempt of stuffing your hole with his own cock, his overwhelming cum had still managed to seep out through the gaps and stains the bed. Lilia hummed in disappointment, before scooping some in his fingers.

“Aw...What a waste.” He sighed, coming into terms that your human body just doesn’t have enough capacity to hold truck-load of a fae’s love juice. You also hoped that he had come to understand that yourbody is practically giving out on you. You’re exhausted, after being relentlessly fucked for hours, you just wanted to let your heavy eyelids fall but every time you do so, Lilia would use pain to wake you up. However, he took one look at the white substance sticking to his fingers and he proceeded to glance back at you, the look in his eye was not something you appreciated. Unfortunately, you were not given enough time to ponder over what went through his head as he suddenly shoved those cum-filled fingers inside your mouth.

He pinches you tongue, smearing the flavor of his love juice on your taste buds with a sadistic smirk on his face. “...Guess we’ll just have to improvise, yeah~?” He playfully said, as your mouth quavered whilst forcefully tasting his salty juices. You whined at his actions, but Lilia sighed heavenly from just your horrified and tearful expression combined. “Aah...What a good girl...I knew you were the perfect fit for me~!”

To your dismay, he began to move again, motivated to ruin your body both inside and outside once more than it already is. He pulled his fingers out of you, before immediately cupping your cheeks obsessively. “Those eyes...Oh, how I love those eyes.” Lilia said and in an instinct, you closed them as a force of habit when he began to move his hips, dragging your battered walls along. “...The eventual eyes of a dedicated mother, a loving wife.”

“Even after all this time, your eyes haven’t died yet. How wonderful...” You cried as you felt the disruption straight into your womb, toes clenching as you weakly gripped onto him. “This is exactly why...”

“...You would be a great mother, Darling...” Lilia told you once again, reminiscent of his former words but now carries a heavy burden on you. His eyes glows red, learning closer to your lips to give you yet another painful, yet passionate kiss. “...And just the perfect, loving wife that I dreamt of.”

Since I was late, this doesn’t seem to have anything related to Lilia’s birthday at all (*´Д｀*) pls im sorry my head is long been drained but regardless, Yume’s still going to put this in the Birthday Crumbs watch me break my own rules lol

Yume’s Resolution is to get a driver’s license and be better at it, and write sinfics faster. (*´꒳`*) What’s yours, Darlings?

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Ok I already reblogged this with my opinion in the tags but I decided I want to add more to this idea.

I like to think he did attend his own funeral. I mean, he can most likely pretend to be his own brother well enough to attend it without suspicion, at least to those that would attend Stanley's funeral. I mean, he fooled all of Gravity Falls for 30 years. Plus, I think it'd be more suspicious if "Stanford" got caught lurking around his "brother's" funeral in a bush without actually joining in.

And I love the questions this can raise regarding his reunion with Caryn.

Like, first off - did she realize she was talking to Stanley? Did she spend enough time apart from her boys to no longer be able to tell them apart? Or did she know exactly which one of her sons she was talking to?

If she did, that raises its own questions: how did she know? We can guess that Stanley hid his hands in one way or another (keeping them in his pockets, wearing mittens, etc), so the obvious way is out of the question. Did she pick up on some old behavior habit? Did she just have a gut feeling that the man with her here is not her Stanford?

ALSO - if she did know, did she tell him she knew? Or did she choose to keep it to herself? Maybe she was second-guessing her own intuition - why would Stanley be at his own funeral, masquerading as his brother? Where would Stanford even be if not at his brother's funeral? No, no, this must be Stanford, she'd be insane to assume it wasn't!

If she didn't realize Stanley was pretending to be Stanford at the funeral - was it because Stanley, even after so long apart, can pretend to be his brother so accurately that even their own mom doesn't question it? Was it because Caryn hadn't seen them in so long that she forgot every little behavior or other "tell" that would let her know which kid she's talking to? Was it both - that Stanley was just good enough at pretending to be his brother to fool his mom, who barely knew either of them anymore?

Also, this is only tangentially related to this post - where was the rest of twins' family? Where was Filbrick? Was he dead already? Did he just not want to attend the "worse" twin's funeral? Would he have attended if it was Stanford's?

I wonder if he ever reached out to "Stanford". I wonder if he ever said anything about Stanley, if he ever berated his "failure" of a son to the "better" one, or if he expressed even an iota of regret towards his treatment of Stanley - maybe if he hadn't kicked him out, maybe if he wasn't so tough on him when he was a kid, maybe, maybe, maybe.

I wonder if Filbrick was mentioned in conversation during the funeral, even in passing. If he was still alive, did Caryn try to excuse her husband's absence? And if he wasn't alive - how long had he been dead? In how short of a time span did Caryn lose both her husband and her son?

And where was Shermie in this? Did anyone even tell him Stanley had died? It was the 80s, getting information around wasn't as easy as it is today, it wouldn't be weird to assume only his parents were made aware of Stanley's passing by the authorities. Also, if you assume he was younger than the twins - did he even know anything about Stanley? Did he choose not to attend his funeral simply because he felt too far apart from his own brother that it would've felt like going to a stranger's funeral?

If you assume he was older - did he feel a grudge towards Stanley because of what got him kicked out? After all, one of his brother's sabotaged the other one for no apparent reason and screwed up his chances to go to an amazing college (let's not forget, this was in the 70s and the Pines are canonically Jewish - not every college admitted Jewish people back then. In fact, the 70s are when antisemitism in higher education started (just started!) gradually disappearing, so chances are he wouldn't have gotten anything nearly as good outside West Coast Tech). Did he refuse to attend because of spite?

I have a very normal amount of thoughts about this, as you can see :3

I was assuming that Stan didn't actually attend his own fake funeral, just like watched from the bushes or something, because that's how fake funerals usually go. But I realized he may have actually attended as "Ford," which. What a reunion with your mother

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Drinking Buddies

Masterlist

--- If Jason ends up going home with someone, call me and I’ll come pick you up.

Y/N read the text from her boyfriend with a smirk. He’d sent it 20 minutes ago, but she was just now seeing it.

It was the only message Dick had sent her all night, always trying to give her the independence and space she needed.

Dick was always amused by Y/N and Jason’s little “club.” It even became an ongoing joke within the family. But Dick also knew that there was something sincere underneath it, as well.

Dick realized early in their relationship that there were some things in Y/N’s past he could never fully understand or help her with. Yes, he had his own trauma. But it didn’t involve abuse. His parents had died, but there wasn’t a day before that when Dick felt unloved by them.

Jason and Y/N had parallel childhoods: abusive parents, fighting to survive on the streets of Gotham, robbed of a happy and sheltered adolescence. Unfortunately, they were both victims of the darkness that Gotham held. The same darkness that drove both of them to risk their lives to stop it from continuing.

Outsiders probably thought it was weird for a man to let his girlfriend go out with his younger brother alone. Especially when said brother was as tall and handsome and broody as Jason Todd. But Dick felt more comfortable doing that than when Y/N had girls’ nights. At least with Jason, Dick knew that Y/N would be safe.

But Dick also knew Jason needed a friend just as much as Y/N did.

--- I doubt that will happen. But I promise I’ll call you if it does. 

Y/N typed back.

--- You’re a freakishly good wing woman. Don’t underestimate yourself. 

Dick texted back instantly. 

--- Have fun. Be safe. I love you.

He double texted.

--- I love you, too. 

Y/N answered before slipping her phone back into her small purse.

“He’s so obsessed with you,” Jason commented without needing to ask who had her smiling down at her phone.

But Y/N wasn’t taking the bait that easily. “Good thing I’m obsessed with him, too.”

“He’s probably sitting at home and crying because he misses you so much.”

Y/N punched Jason in the arm. And it felt like punching a wall rather than a human being with skin, muscle, and fat. “Stop being mean. I didn’t come out with you to listen to Dick get ripped on.”

Jason gave her a crooked smirk. “You’re right. I wanted a drinking buddy.”

“Yes,” she agreed. But then she narrowed her eyes. “But you always wanted to talk to me about a woman.”

“I never said that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I have female intuition.” But her amusement and teasing faded. “Is it Artemis?”

Jason’s body tensed and gulped down the rest of his whiskey. 

“That obvious, huh?” He asked slowly, his embarrassment was easily caught.

“No, it’s not, actually. I’ve just been paying attention.”

“I told you I hated her and that she drives me to insanity,” Jason scoffed.

“Yeah, and I knew that was your sexual tension speaking,” Y/N teased with a tilt of her head and a smirk before taking a sip of her drink.

Jason chuckled at that. “You’re not wrong…”

“So,” Y/N leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms with interest. “Tell me about her.”

“She’s an Amazon. And a badass. She’s tall – taller than me, actually. Red hair. Doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Loves to pick a fight. Loves to get her way even more.” Jason sighed. “And…she’s beautiful,” he finished with. “Absolutely fucking beautiful.”

“OK. Now that you’ve basically given me her dating app bio,” Y/N ridiculed. “Get to the good shit.”

Jason glared at her.

But he took in a deep breath. “We’ve been…” he didn’t know how to put it politely.

“Fucking?” Y/N offered.

“Fine! Yes, alright?” He growled. “It was just casual at first. Friends with benefits – or whatever.”

Y/N couldn’t stop her laugh from escaping. 

“Jason, even though you try really hard to pretend to be a heartless hard-ass, you and I both know that you’re actually a hopeless romantic. So why you thought you were capable of having a fuck buddy, without falling in love with them, is beyond me.”

Jason rubbed his face in frustration. “I know. I fucking know, OK?”

Y/N finally decided to have some sympathy and gripped his shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine, bud.”

“Am I? I hate this. I feel like such an idiot. I don’t want to mess this up. But I also don’t want to keep pretending like I’m not in love with her.”

It was moments like these where Y/N truly forgot that Jason was also the Red Hood, one of Gotham’s most feared vigilantes. He was also a murderer, if she was being transparent. But right now, he just seemed like a lost young man, terrified of his own feelings.

“Why don’t you get us another round and I’ll put some music on the jukebox? And then we’ll figure out your shit,” she offered.

Jason smiled. “Deal.”

There were at one of the roughest dive bars in Gotham.

Jason was a regular – as was almost everyone else that was there.

He already made his reputation known. 

And even though on the outside he looked like a helpless pretty boy, the bar patrons learned rather quickly not to pick a fight with Jason Todd. Not that most of them wanted to, he was a perfectly polite guy and tipped far too nicely for the shit service he got there.

Y/N made her way to the vintage jukebox and started scrolling through her options.

“What are you picking? Justin Bieber?” A froggish voice said to her right.

Y/N paused to give him a glare. “Is that because I’m a woman?”

This was negging. And Y/N hated this pick up tactic more than any cheesy line.

The man shrugged. “Just wanted to make sure you put on something good.”

“Oh, I will,” Y/N snapped before turning her attention back to the songs.

“How about I help you DJ and then you let me buy you a drink?” He muttered far too closely to her ear.

It made a chill go up her spine and she suddenly felt ill.

“No thanks.”

“Come on. One drink,” he grabbed her wrist.

Y/N whipped her attention back to him and tried to tug her wrist away. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she growled.

But his grip tightened.

“Get your hands off her,” Jason barked suddenly from behind her.

Jason had at least 5 inches on the guy and was probably twice his weight.

It was enough to make the man immediately drop Y/N’s wrist. “Maybe don’t leave your girl alone…”

“She’s not ‘my girl.’ She’s my brother’s girlfriend,” Jason corrected with a glare.

He wanted to say more, but he could tell by Y/N’s body language that she didn’t want to start a scene, hating all the eyes that were already on them.

The man had given up. 

But not before both of them heard him mutter, “Fuckin’ whore.”

Without missing a beat, Jason punched him in the face.

The hit knocked the guy off his feet and possibly knocked out a few teeth. 

So much for not causing a scene…

“Say another word about her and I won’t use my hands next time,” Jason practically spit down to him. 

Then he slyly opened up his jacket to show that he had a gun on him.

The guy didn’t need to hear anything else. He jumped to his feet and tried not to run out of the place.

A beat passed before Y/N erupted into laughter.

“Oh, Jason! Oh, my knight in shining armor! You saved me!” Y/N put the back of her hand to her forehead dramatically as she mocked him.

“I should’ve let him grope you,” Jason mumbled as he led them back to their seats.

They both knew he didn’t mean it.

“Dick’s been showing me some self defense, you know.” Y/N beamed proudly as she took a sip of her new drink.

The bartender came over and silently offered them a free round of shots, proving that he’d seen the exchange. And this was his way of apologizing for their troubles.

Jason nodded his head in thanks before handing one of them to Y/N.

“Yeah?” He played dumb.

She nodded excitedly.

They clinked their shot glasses together before throwing them back.

“You know Dick would have my ass if I hadn’t intervened, right?” He asked her.

She sighed. “Yeah, I know. He’s overprotective like that.”

“I’d be the same way,” Jason agreed.

“Even if it was with an Amazon, who was bigger and stronger and had lived for hundreds of years?” Y/N teased, reminding him that she wasn’t done talking about his love life.

“Even then,” he smirked.

The night went on as normal. 

Y/N asked Jason a million questions about Artemis. 

And together, they came up with a game plan.

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Dick was working on his computer.

Gray sweatpants on. No shirt. A couple of empty beer bottles on the coffee table where his feet were propped up.

He wanted to lie to himself and believe he was waiting up for Y/N to make sure she got home safe. But he knew Jason would die before he left anything happen to her – especially on his watch.

No, Dick didn’t bother trying to go to sleep because he basically couldn’t when Y/N was gone. 

Even if he was in bed and she was still up working or walking around the apartment, it was like Dick could feel her presence and that was enough. He needed her to sleep, even if she wasn’t right next to him.

Dick smiled when he heard the loud clattering of keys failing to match with the slot of the lock.

Finally the apartment door opened.

“Special delivery for Richard John Grayson!” Y/N screamed in a slur before he even could see her.

“Shh!” Jason hushed quickly. “He’s probably sleeping.”

But when they rounded the corner, Jason relaxed at the sight of Dick being wide awake.

Y/N was piggybacking Jason with a drunk smile.

“Looks like you two had fun,” Dick commented with a laugh.

“So much fun,” Y/N agreed.

But then she was squirming and Jason realized she wanted off. He released his protective grip on the back of her thighs and carefully dropped her to her feet.

Y/N sprinted to her boyfriend and tackled him into a hug on the couch.

Thankfully Dick saw this coming and had quickly moved the laptop off his lap before she crushed it.

“Well hello to you too,” Dick chuckled as she wrapped her body on top of his like a koala bear.

He kissed her forehead and ran his fingers through her hair.

“I’m very tired. And Jason wouldn’t get me Taco Bell,” she whined.

Jason looked offended and held his hands up in surrender. “I did try to get you Taco Bell, but it was closed.”

“He’s lying,” Y/N whispered.

“OK,” Dick managed to suppress his laughter. “How about we get you into bed and maybe chug some water?” Dick asked her softly.

She just nodded into his neck.

“Alright. Here we go,” Dick warned her before he managed to lift both of them off of the couch and carry her to their bedroom.

He helped her out of her clothes and then got her into one of his big t-shirts, not bothering with shorts or pants. He managed to convince her to take out her contacts before he handed her a makeup removal wipe. Then he very nicely asked her to drink some water for him.

“I’m gonna go say bye to Jason and then I’ll be right back,” he whispered as he tucked her into bed.  

Y/N sleepily nodded. “Jason punched a creepy dude for me. So be extra nice to him, K?”

Dick sighed.

Of course Jason did.

When Dick walked out of the bedroom, his younger brother was chugging a glass of water in their kitchen.

“You punched a dude?” Dick asked as he crossed his arms and gave him a suspicious look.

Jason shrugged. “Just another asshole who didn’t know the word no.”

“Thanks. For always looking out for her, I mean.”  

Jason nodded.

“You spending the night?” Dick asked.

They purposely rented a place that had a guest bedroom. It was rather common for someone from his family to crash. A lot of the time it was someone hiding from Bruce out of spite and needed some space from the manor.

“Nah. I just wanted to make sure she got home. I’m walking back to my place.”

Dick nodded, expecting that to be his response.

But Jason seemed to be lingering for some reason.

“You OK?” Dick asked him after a few moments.

“Yeah! Yeah, I just…Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How do you make sure you don’t fuck it up?”

Jason didn’t need to clarify that ‘it’ was Dick’s relationship with Y/N.

Dick scratched the back of his head. This wasn’t a usual subject for him and Jason. They almost never talked about women with each other.

“I guess I just…” he thought about it for a moment. “I’m honest with her. So she never questions where we’re at. She always knows how I feel. And then it’s never scary for her.”

Jason nodded his head, clearly deep in thought as he mulled over Dick’s answer.

“I’ll see you guys later,” he finally said his goodbyes.

“Get home safe, yeah?”

Jason scoffed. “Always do.”

Dick locked the door behind his brother.

When he made his way back to the bedroom, Y/N appeared to be passed out.

But when Dick crawled into the other side, she instantly moved to him and placed a kiss on his bare chest.

“Hi,” she sighed sleepily.

“Hi,” he kissed the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her. “What’s up with Jason?”

She smiled with her eyes closed. “Can’t tell you. It’s club business.”

Dick rolled his eyes and shook his head.

He tickled her sides. 

“Noooo,” Y/N whined as she buried her face into his chest.

Dick only stopped because her reaction was so adorable.

“I’m kidding,” she breathed her surrender. “Your brother…is in love.”

“In love, huh?” Dick said in awe, processing the idea. 

“And what advice did you give him?” He asked.

But when he looked down, he realized Y/N was now actually asleep.

Dick kissed her cheek and mentally reminded himself to run to the store early tomorrow so he could make them a greasy breakfast. He could only assume Y/N was going to need it with the inevitable hangover from a night drinking with Jason Todd.

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Guess I wasn’t finished with them yet 😏

Let me know what you think. And I’ll see if I want to keep doing these. 

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His Girl - Four

In a sort of protective manner, Violet opted to walk with Clarke and Wells in case Bellamy and Murphy decided to pull anything. And of course, her intuition was correct.

"Hey, hold up." Bellamy pushed through some trees as he and Murphy caught up with Violet, Clarke, and Wells. Waving his gun in the air he continued,"Whats the Rush? You don't survive a spear through the heart" he smirked arrogantly. A tone Violet thinks she'll have to get used too from now on.

Murphy pushed Wells forward, "Why don't you do something about it, huh?"

Clarke interrupted, "Jasper screamed when they moved him.  If the spear struck his heart, he'd have died instantly, doesn't mean we have time to waste."

Bellamy grabbed Clarke's wrist and help up her arm, "As soon as you take this wristband off, we can go."

"The only way the Ark is gonna think I'm dead, is if I'm dead. Got it?" Clarke challenged, snatching her wrist back.

Bellamy smirked, "Brave princess."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind the group. "Hey, why don't you find your own nickname?" Fin called out. "You call this a rescue party? You've gotta split up. Cover more ground. Clarke. Come with me."

✶✶✶

Violet and Wells walked together a little ahead of Bellamy and Murphy. The doe eyed brunette had little interest in being around her boyfriend at the moment. As they continued on their way Violet kept catching Well's glances at the spacewalker and princess.

"Are you okay?" she looks at him concerned.

"Yeah," he forcibly smiled at her. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Violet just looked at him, then reached over and squeezed his arm in a comforting manner.

Wells was able to give her a more genuine smile after this act of kindness. Why is a girl like this dating a guy like Bellamy Blake?

Not wanting to see his girlfriend near another guy for any longer, the man himself interupted the moment between the two. "Guess we got more in common than meets the eye, huh?" Bellamy glanced at Clarke and Finn as he spoke. Violet rolled her eyes.

"We have nothing in common." Wells denied.

"No? Both came down here to protect someone we love," Bellamy wrapped his arm around Violet.

Wells stayed quiet, so Bellamy continued. "Your secrets safe with me. 'Course, for you its worse. With Finn around, Clarke doesn't even see you." "It's like you're not even here." he finished, grabbing Violet's hand and pulling her forward to walk with him.

✶✶✶

After Clarke and Finn's discovery of Jasper's goggles near a bloodied rock, they had met up with the other half the group to follow the trail.

Murphy broke the silence, "Hey, how do we know this is the right way?"

"We don't. Spacewalker thinks he's a tracker," Bellamy mocked.

"It's called "Cutting Sign." Fourth-year Earth skills. He's good." Wells defended the long haired boy.

Annoyed, Finn interjected "You want to keep it down or should I paint a target on your backs?" He stopped at a plant as he noticed some blood dripping down. He sunk to the ground to see a rock that had drops of blood on it, coming from the plant above. He and Clarke shared a look.

Bellamy chose this moment to taunt Wells even more, "See? You're invisible."

"Give it a rest Bellamy!" Violet harshly whispered to him, completely over his constant teasing of the chancellor's son. She separated herself from him as much as she could.

He was shocked at the small outburst, getting mildly angry that his girl was defending someone else. His girl.

A loud moan broke out and everyone looked up . "What the hell was that?" Murphy spoke all of their thoughts in the moment.

"Now would be a good time to take out that gun." Clarke suggested.

Everyone moved forward towards the direction of the groaning. They all stopped once they came to the source of it. There was Jasper, strapped to a tree. "Jasper!" Clarke gasped.

Violet was the second one to move forward, after Clarke. "Jasper!" Clarke called out again. "What the hell is this?" Bellamy said before there was a loud snap.

Clarke has stepped onto a trap and was falling when a hand caught onto hers.

She looked up to see that Violet had caught her before she could fall. The brunette immediately tried to pull her up but was having a difficult time by herself.

"A little help?" she called out to the boys behind her.

Bellamy came rushing over and grabbed Violet at the waist as the rest of the boys helped her pull Clarke up. The blonde was breathing very hard after her near death experience. She looked at Violet, "Thank you," she nodded gratefully.

"Anytime," Violet said, letting out a small laugh.

Clarke looked back up at Jasper. "We need to get him down."

"I'll climb up there and cut the vines." "Yeah, yeah I'm with you." Wells offered to Finn.

"No. Stay with the girls. And watch him." Finn orderd. He then gestured to Murphy, "You, lets go."

Clarke noticed something on Jasper, "There's a poultice on his wound."

Wells questioned, "Medicine? Why would they save his life just to string him up as live bait?"

"Maybe what they're trying to catch like's its dinner to be breathing," Bellamy suggested, making Violet grimace.

"Maybe what they're trying to catch is us." Finn said from his spot by Murphy and Jasper, making everyone worry.

As the two boys worked to get Jasper down, there was a strange noise that came from behind them. "What the hell was that?" Murphy asked no one in particular.

Bellamy quickly grabbed Violet and pulled her close to him. "Grounders?"

Clarke noticed a panther beginning to charge at the four, "Bellamy! Gun!" However when he felt for it, he couldn't find it.

The, gunshot came from over where Wells was. He was aiming it at the oncoming animal, hitting it once but it wasn't enough. He kept shooting randomly as the animal made it's way into the grass in front of Bellamy and Violet.

Bellamy was quick to push Violet behind him, shielding her. He would move her and himself the opposite way of where he could hear the dangerous animal.

All of a sudden it went quiet. Hearts racing, the couple held onto each other.

The panther had made it's way behind Violet when it finally jumped out. Bellamy shoved her to the ground and covered her, waiting for the impact of the panther.

When he had heard another gun shot and felt no impact, he looked up. Wells finally was able to shoot and kill the panther. He slowly got off Violet and helped her up, holding her close to his chest. He looked at Wells, "Now she sees you."

✶✶✶

After an eventful day, the small group made it back home to their camp. Bellamy and Murphy who had been carrying the now dead panther, dropped it as Bellamy shouted "Who's hungry!"

Bellamy and Violet embraced Octavia as the 100 celebrated finally having food to eat.

The price of that food though, ended up being wristbands. Violet shook her head as she watched the boy she loved and his hench men taking off wristbands. When Clarke and Finn had come out to see what was going on, they detested it as much as she did. Finn had went up to grab two meat sticks for him and Clarke, knowing Bellamy wouldn't let his girlfriend go hungry. When he went up he was greeted by Murphy who had taunted him about not following "rules".

"I though there were no rules," Finn said before turning around and walking back to the two girls.

One kids who has seen the spacewalkers act of defiance had decided to follow, grabbing his own stick. Unfortunate before he was able to get away, Bellamy punched the poor kids in the face hard enough for him to fall to the ground as the brooding leader glared at Finn.

Violent instantly went to help the boy up, much to Bellamy's dismay. After glaring heatedly at her power-hungry boyfriend, Violet walked the boy to his tent.

Instead of dealing with anymore bullshit today, she opted to go to her and Bellamy's tent to sleep off every stressful event that has happened on the ground so far.

✶✶✶

Feeling herself being lightly shaken, Violent opened her eyes only to see Bellamy sitting next to her, one hand on her shoulder and one hand cradling her face.

He takes the hand from her face and reaches next to him to grab the panther meat he had saved for her after she had walked off. "You need to eat angel," he softly demanded.

"You need to stop being an ass." Violet retorted, accepting the food.

"I have to be strict or else the kids won't follow orders," Bellamy defended.

Violet tiredly shook her head, "There's a difference between being a leader, and being a power-hungry dictator Bell."

The boy sighed, equally as exhausted "Can we please not fight, I just need you to eat angel."

Nodding, Violet silently finished up her meal before laying in her boyfriends awaiting arms. She put her head on his chest listening to the sound oh his heartbeat, lulling herself into a deep sleep.

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Nose Bleeds: Part 1

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Word Cout: 1692

A/N: sorry for taking a week off! I was drowned with schoolwork and then did some college visits. I’ll try to keep up with my set schedule! Also, this is my first Haikyuu story because it has taken over my life. Plus, thank you to whomever made the gif!

“Got it!” You exclaimed as you dug the volleyball towards your setter.

“Good Y/L/N!” Your friends cheered. The set ended with another point for your team.

Your team crowded towards the center of your side of the court. Amongst the trees known as your teammates, you looked like a shrub in comparison. Of course, your short stature was an advantage since you were the libero but it was always funny seeing as you only made it up to their shoulders or chests.

After bowing to the opposing team, your friend Tendo rushed to congratulate you. He swept you off of your feet – which wasn’t very difficult – and swung you around like a doll. “You did amazing, Y/N!”

You giggled as he set you down, “Thank you Tendo. But I could still use some work.”

Tendo grinned mischievously and wiggled his eyebrows, “I think I know how you can solve that.”

“No!” You whispered harshly. “I won’t take you up on that idea!”

“Please?” He whined, clutching onto your cheeks like you were a puppy. “I think it’d be a good chance for you two to get closer. There’s only so much time before we all graduate.”

You sighed, “I know, but I can’t even be around him! I’m as good as a rock when I try to talk to him.”

“Well, he’s more or less a rock in general,” Tendo acknowledged with a shrug. “Why not just one practice with Miracle Boy?”

You bit your lip and avoided looking at Tendo’s convincing smile. If he could control you like a Sim, you were sure your romance levels with Ushijima would be off the charts.

Of course, you wanted to get closer to Ushijima in the last months you had before you inevitably went your separate ways, but again – there were only a few months left. The boy seemed as dense as ever, never having understood what you tried to say to him in the first place. Then again, it might’ve been because you were incredibly flustered.

But, if you had only a few months left, why not enjoy it?

You sighed in defeat, “Okay, I’ll try one practice.”

“Finally!” Tendo jumped into the air from sheer excitement. “You’ll redeem yourself from the last time you tried to talk to him.”

A groan escaped your mouth, “Please don’t ever mention that again.”

Obviously, Tendo would always mention it. He would never forget when you tried to ask the tall boy if he could sit lower so you could see the board during class. Before you mustered the confidence, you could only rely on hearing the teacher to take notes. Even Ushijima’s broad shoulders prevented you from looking around him.

So, you finally tried asking him. By asking, you meant getting so shy that you were a whispering mess. In the end, you failed and had to ask to be moved up front. So much for being able to admire Ushijima’s back muscles.

“If you two get married, I’ll have a whole presentation of all the times you were shy around him,” Tendo teased.

“Do you want me to smack you on the head?” You threatened.

He smirked, “Can you reach?”

~

How did you let Tendo convince you to do this? Did he secretly enjoy your suffering? You saw Ushijima walking to the gym for volleyball practice, as usual. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, urging you to beat them down. Breathe in and out. Inhale. Exhale.

Okay, you got this.

You stepped towards Ushijima, who noticed you immediately. His olive eyes peered down at you, looking curious. No doubt, he thought you were looking for Tendo. He was about to open his mouth to ask, but you beat him to speak first.

“Hi Ushijima. I know we don’t speak much, but would you mind practicing with me?” You asked as calmly as possible. Yet inside, your heart was pounding wildly.

He only blinked, so you elaborated. “I want to work more on my defense so I’d really appreciate if you would serve for me.”

“Why practice with me?” His baritone voice rippled. You were suddenly reminded of your thoughts about what it’d be like to rest your head on his chest. The thought made you blush and widen your eyes. Surely, you must’ve looked like a deer in headlights.

So, you faltered slightly. “W-well, I wanted to be able to practice with someone outside of my team.”

“Is Tendo not willing?” Ushijima asked, surprised that you two wouldn’t practice together first. He always saw you two attached at the hip. If Ushijima didn’t know that Tendo only saw Y/N as a friend, he would’ve mistaken them for a couple. Except for the fact that Tendo treats you like a little sister regarding your height.

You rubbed the back of your neck with a soft laugh, “I think Tendo would distract me more than anything.”

Ushijima resisted the urge to smile. Instead, the prodigy nodded with understanding, “Then we’ll practice tomorrow.”

~

For the first time, Tendo saw Ushijima smiling for no reason. It wasn’t one of his forced smiles when someone asked if he could ever smile. Those smiles were terrifying. However, this smile was different. Tendo had a gut-feeling that he knew why, but he would love to hear the reason.

“Hm, is there a special reason why you’re smiling?” Tendo teased, winking at his friend. He leaned over towards Ushijima with sparkles twinkling in his eyes.

Ushijima’s mouth returned to his firm line, secretly embarrassed at being caught. “Why do you want to know?”

“Is it because of Y/N?” Tendo asked in a whisper, using his hand so only Ushijima can hear.

Y/N and Ushijima didn’t know, but Tendo has been acting as Cupid ever since he found out they liked each other. For Ushijima, Tendo noticed the quiet boy looking at her more than anyone else, even with all his admirers. For you, it was because you couldn’t talk to him at all despite your radiating confidence. Of course, he was right. When was Tendo’s intuition ever wrong?

“I’m surprised that she asked me instead of you,” Ushijima muttered.

“Hm?”

“I thought I scared her.”

Perhaps all the times you were unable to speak to him was interpreted incorrectly on Ushijima’s end. It would make sense, given that he was intimidating for most people in the first place. It was even worse looking at the two interact. To anyone it would seem like he was scaring you.

Tendo sighed before he giggled, “It’s in a good way. Trust me.”

“Being scary is a bad thing,” Ushijima said with a hint of confusion in his voice.

His friend sighed and clasped his face, “What will I do with you?”

~

For you, tomorrow came too soon. Your nerves made you arrive earlier than necessary – 20 minutes early to be exact. You wanted to warm up a bit beforehand, just so you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in front of him.

You tied your hair up and put on your knee and elbow pads. Then, you decided to stretch out your legs. Spreading your feet out to match shoulder length, you sighed as you pushed yourself towards the ground. Luckily, you seemed to have the flexibility of a gymnast so you easily touched the floor.

“You’re here early,” a deep voice rumbled behind you. You look through your legs to see Ushijima. His eyes quickly averted from the position you were in.

You unraveled yourself, maintaining eye contact with him. As much as you could anyways, without combusting on the spot. “Yeah, I just wanted to stretch.”

He grunted, “We’ll start in a moment then.”

For a second, you watched him set down his belongings. The apples of his cheeks reddened slightly as he gulped. You raised an eyebrow, and then died a little inside when you realized why.

A few minutes of silence passed, until Ushijima called you to attention. He stood at the opposite end of the court, ready to serve. The absolute focus in his eyes ignited a sense of admiration within you. He smacked the ball in front of him, before looking ready.

You nodded. Not a second later, you were making contact with a ball he served. You’ve seen him serve before. A gunshot would ring out in the court, with the ball only making an appearance after it landed on the opponent’s side. Yet you were able to connect with the ball. However, it felt like he was serving directly at you.

He made another deadly serve. Once more, you were able to dig the ball. Another.

“Hey,” you yelled across to the other side. “Are you just going to serve towards me or make me work for it?”

If you were closer to him, you would’ve been able to see a small smile form on his face. Instead, all you saw was a nod and heard a grunt. He served towards the middle this time. You sprinted towards it and took a roll to get it. Finally, you were able to feel out of breath and sweaty.

“Again!” You smiled like a maniac.

Another ball went towards the back corner. You were fully in control of your side of the court. Ushijima made sure you were light on your feet by purposefully making the ball hit the net before slowly falling on your side. After an hour, you felt a bit fatigued by running across the floor.

Perhaps that’s why you didn’t notice the ball coming right at your head. You fell to the ground, feeling like you just got hit by a car. Afterall, sometimes spikes can be over 100 km/her. You groaned, the lights on the ceiling blurring. The dulled sound of long, quick strides towards you overwhelmed your ears despite the ringing in your head.

“Y/N, your nose is bleeding. I’ll find a tissue and then we’re taking you to the nurse.”

You couldn’t respond, except with a groan. He muttered something about not being able to find any. Ushijima returned to your side, taking off his shirt. Luckily, your vision was returning. Then, your nose started bleeding more.

“Is this heaven?” You asked, dazed.