#gives me the vibes of that one the last of us clip

[magnusthepuppet]

i cant even say anything about the new episodes because i can barely form coherent thoughts right now. talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, never been done before—

[cleolinda]

I am not the first person to attempt explaining this, but let me tell you about some of the nuances of Bless Your Heart™. It does not solely or even usually translate to “you are a dumbass.” It is more subtle than that:

It is primarily a thing you say to clarify (or falsify) the tone of what you DID say

OR

it is secondarily a thing you say instead of something ELSE to maintain 1) plausible deniability 2) a moral high ground.

“Bless your heart”: You genuinely deserve blessings because you are going through it right now and you need them. Gratitude, sympathy. “I’m going to have surgery next week.” “Bless your heart! Is there anything I can do for you?” (“Oh, bless your heart for asking.”) Original face-value meaning.

“Bless your heart”: You need a blessing because God knows you’re lacking (manners, intelligence, common sense) right now. Synonyms could include “Well, isn’t that precious” or “Well, that’s different.” It often comes in clutch when you don’t want to tell someone to their face that they fucked up. Your nephew has mowed the front yard for you. He has also mowed over all your flower beds. “Well… bless your heart.” If you were going to use it as a stealth insult to someone’s face for a more egregious occasion, it would be this category. It can be a mean girl move (the classic “It’s so brave that you dress like that” vibe), but it’s also a way of saying, “I want you to know that I see what you’re doing and I don’t approve of it, and you fully understand I’m expressing that, but I’m not going to give you the justification to clap back at me because I didn’t SAY that.” Someone wears a fancy white bridal-looking gown to your cousin’s wedding: “Well, bless your heart, that sure is a dress!” (If they understand you: “What’s THAT supposed to mean?” Because they know, but they want to make you SAY it. Combat engaged.)

“Bless their heart”: I am sharing news (gossiping) about someone but I like them and I want you to understand that I do, truly, bless their heart. “It’s been so hard for her after her father passed. Bless her heart, I’m gonna make her that red velvet cake she likes.”

“Bless their heart”: I am shit talking someone and I want to cover my ass, of COURSE I am just concerned for them. “She wore white to her sister’s wedding last week! WHITE! Bless her heart, I guess some people’s children just don’t know better.” (“Well you know they say she was always after the groom—“ “NO! Bless her heart.”)

That last one is the BYH they would need to deploy (but didn’t) in the Make Some Noise clip, but I feel like it honestly wasn’t necessary because the “prayer request” already served as a cover for talking shit. It probably would have come out if they’d been allowed to keep the skit going and they needed plausible deniability for spilling juicier details that maybe Jesus didn’t actually need to hear about. Thank you for coming to my Performing Southernness While Being Neurodivergent talk.

[lazysoulwriter]

just friends, right? - pedro pascal.

requested! hope you like it, like i did! - requested are open.

-

It started with a selfie.

Pedro posted it on Instagram without much thought. A casual photo of him and you—both smiling, both a little too close, both bathed in golden light. The caption? Just a simple:

pascalispunk: brunch with my best girl 🤍

And the internet lost it.

-

Twitter Thread – pedropascalupdates 📌 Pinned Tweet

🚨 Okay but Pedro Pascal and Y/N have been “best friends” for like… a decade?? and yet they’ve posted more soft couple content than ACTUAL couples. A thread 🧵

1 - This is them at a premiere last year. Hand on lower back, lingering eye contact, the whole thing 👀 📸 [image attached] 2 - Pedro flew to Paris for literally no reason the same week Y/N was filming there. Coincidence? okay. 📸 [screenshot of Pedro’s IG story + Y/N’s BTS photo] 3 - They wore matching rings at the Critics Choice Awards. Like… the SAME. EXACT. RING. 📸 [close-up of both their hands] 4 - This pic 😭 📸 [screenshot of the infamous brunch selfie]

-

Instagram – yourusername

📸 carousel post:

blurry mirror pic of Pedro tying your shoe

sunset through a car window

wine glasses clinking

Pedro's hand reaching across a table for yours (captioned: “my favorite view”)

comments:

pedropascalfan27: that’s HIS HAND. I RECOGNIZE THE VEINS 😭 chaoticpedrogirl: okay but is this a soft launch or a hard launch??? besties4life: y’all are really just gonna keep playing with our emotions like this huh 😭 pascalsource: it’s giving “we’ve been married for 7 years but you don’t need to know that” user123: can we get a timeline please??? this is mental gymnastics

-

Interview Clip – Red Carpet Moment

Interviewer: “Pedro, you and Y/N have such an adorable friendship—fans love seeing you two together!” Pedro (grinning): “Yeah… she’s the best. Been putting up with me for years now.” Interviewer: “Any chance it’s more than just friendship? People have… theories.” Pedro: laughs, rubs the back of his neck “People love a good theory, don’t they?”

-

Instagram Story – @ pascalispunk 📸 blurry photo of a breakfast table 👤 tagged: yourusername (but barely noticeable in the corner)

-

Fan Tweet – @ pedropascaldefenseunit

no bc at this point I’m convinced they’ve been in love for like ten years and are just vibing and letting us slowly lose our minds over it

-

They never confirm it. They never deny it either.

But when Pedro posts a grainy polaroid of you both sitting on a rooftop, your head resting on his shoulder, with the caption:

pascalispunk: home.

...no one really needs confirmation anymore.

-

The notification buzzes on your phone, but you already know who it is. Pedro.

He’s on the other side of the couch, wrapped in the blanket he insists on bringing every time he stays over, glasses sliding down his nose, the glow of his phone lighting up his face. He posts the photo without saying a word. Just smiles at his screen, soft and content. You can see it in the way his eyes crinkle.

"You posted?" you ask, laughing as you throw a pillow at him. "Maybe," he replies, trying to play innocent. "Pedro!" "What? It's cute!" — He flashes the screen at you. The caption: Home. The picture: you and him on your rooftop, your head resting on his shoulder, city lights behind you.

You shake your head, grinning, and crawl over to steal his phone. "Now everyone’s gonna know. Again."

Pedro drops his head into your lap, looking up at you like you’re his whole world. "Let them. They’re not wrong, anyway."

Your fingers drift through his hair, absentmindedly. "You sure? About… us being out there like that?"

He grabs your hand, holds it tight. Lifts it and kisses each finger one by one. "I’m sure about you." "Cheesy." "True."

Another buzz — comments flooding in. "You wanna read?" he teases. "No. I just wanna stay here with you."

He smiles again, that sleepy, safe smile you know too well. "Just us."

And for now, that’s all you need.

[demie90s]

Vlogs of Pain

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: While on a modeling trip in Miami, you start vlogging about how much you miss your girlfriend… and T—who blocked you over a petty argument.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.7k

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Comedy, domestic chaos, modern love, poly mess, vlog girl energy

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Light language, mentions of blocking/pettiness, reader is toxic but fine, sapphic clownery

🎥 VLOG TITLE:

“I miss my girlfriend (and T, unfortunately)”

Filmed in HD with vibes, posted from your hotel room in Miami

The vlog opens on you staring out the window dramatically, hair wrapped in a silk scarf, lashes on, lip gloss poppin’. You got an iced matcha in one hand, a fake tear running down your cheek from a setting spray squirt.

You sigh like the world just ended.

“Y’all…” You sniff, spinning toward the camera. “I miss my girlfriend.” You pause. “And T.” You suck your teeth. “But only a little. She blocked me over an argument. Which is wild, ’cause I didn’t even yell—I just said she built like a lunchable.”

You sip your drink and deadpan into the lens.

“That’s a compliment. That’s a snack. Be for real.”

Cue a smash cut to you pacing your hotel room in a two-piece Skims set.

“She really blocked me y’all. Like it’s giving daycare behavior. Like oh no, she called me a Capri Sun now I gotta go to my feelings corner.”

You plop down dramatically on the bed.

“And Court… Courtney… she just giggled like some shit funny. Didn’t defend me or nothing. Just laughed like a damn hyena.”

Cut to a zoom-in: your lips poked out, blinking fast, one tear falling like a movie scene. You sniff again.

“I’m too pretty for this.”

Cue another edit: You walking down the hallway in sunglasses and a hoodie, narrating in a fake deep voice.

“I’m on my way to court,” you say solemnly. “Not Court the person. Court the system. To press charges for emotional neglect.”

Final Clip: You flopped across the couch, looking up at the ceiling.

“Court if you watching this… tell your ROOM MATE unblock me. I’m tryna come home.”

Instagram Live

Court’s phone is SHAKY—she already giggling.

Court taps the screen. “Ayo y’all get in here cause this one…” gestures to T with the deepest side-eye known to man “…got us beefin’ with the internet again.”

T in the background, mid-eye-roll. “Okay y’all listen up—let’s clear it up cause people in the comments talkin’ ‘why you call her a harmonica.’”

Court wheezes. “DID YOU THO??”

“I never said she looked like no cross-eyed harmonica. I said I wouldn’t buy her an Easy Bake Oven cause she damn near burnt the apartment down last time—”

“YOU SAID SHE BUILT LIKE A HAHA!” Court SCREAMING. T trying not to laugh. Failing.

“I said she built like a punchline,” T admits, smirking. “Like she got jokes, but can’t take one.”

“NAH YOU SAID SHE BUILT LIKE A—She talkin’ bout ‘I miss my girlfriend… and T.’ Nahh she petty!”

Court wipes tears. “She gon’ cuss us out. I already feel it.”

T finally smiles, shaking her head. “That’s why I blocked her. Cause she be acting like I’m optional. I am a limited edition, ma’am.”

Court’s reading comments now: “Someone said ‘unblock her before she calls your mama’—OH MY GOD.”

T laughs but mouths she probably already did.

“T looked guilty. She did say harmonica.”

“Court laughing like she ain’t gonna be crying when shorty ignores her for 2 days”

“Not ‘I miss my girlfriend… and T’ 💀”

“Their breakups be funnier than my whole relationship.”

FACETIME

You don’t even say hello when they pick up. Just straight smoke.

“First of all? BOTH of y’all trashy hoes.”

Court immediately covers her mouth. T raises her eyebrows like, “this what we doin’?”

“You got the NERVE to laugh on live while I’m out here lookin’ like a single mother of three with no baby daddy in sight.”

T: “You said I was built like a—”

“You built like regret, T. Like a tax write-off that don’t clear.”

Court’s wheezing.

“And YOU” You point at Court like you pointing through the screen. “You think that lil laugh cute? Wait till I don’t touch you when I get back. You gon’ be in bed like ‘baby why you over there’ and I’mma be like ’who is you?’” They try to speak.

“Get tf off my phone.”

You hang up before either of them can respond. The screen freezes on T mid-smirk.

GROUP CHAT

Court: girl u dramatic as hell why u eat us up like that

T: you called me a lunchable I had to block you. it was for my mental health

You: should’ve blocked your barber first 😘

Court: NAHHH 💀

T: wow ok

T: since you hate me unblock me and let me pull up. Handle it in person

You: no.

Court: girl get home

@letsnowtalk @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @let-zizi-yap @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey @julieluvspb @non3ofurbusiness @kcannon-1436-blog @kaliblazin @liloandstitchstan @footy-lover264

[stormblessed95]

It has come to my attention that jikook have been spotted together at the airport… maybe in the US… Are You Sure, season 2? Maybe??

Spotted and with a camera. Lol idk about AYS 2 or work or a personal trip (I'm leaning towards option 3 but we will see) but they WOULD! I'm obsessed with them and how much they just love being together. Honestly 🥰🏳️‍🌈 Happy Pride jikook

Because seriously:

They go on a trip to Sapporo 2 weeks pre-military service... Which is the romantic winter get away spot known for where people go for if they want to get trapped by snow and never leave each other and stay there. (Source: "the wind blows, I like you")

Went together for all their pre-military checks, physicals and requirements (bet they filled all their paperwork together too) and Jimin was the first person JK wanted to show his shaved head too

Were the happiest, giggliest, clingest ever on live after they got back right before enlistment

Jimin dancing too Stuck with U by JB and Ariana, his last This is Jimin before he left for enlistment WITH Jungkook

Lyrics he dances too in the clip:

There's nowhere we need to be, no, no, no

I'ma get to know you better

Kinda hope we're here forever

There's nobody on these streets

If you told me that the world's endin'

Ain't no other way that I can spend it

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Got all this time in my hands

Might as well cancel our plans (Yeah, yeah)

I could stay here forever

So, lock the door and throw out the key

Can't fight this no more, It's just you and me

And there's nothin' I, nothin' I, I can do

I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

So, go ahead and drive me insane

Baby, run your mouth, I still wouldn't change

Being stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

Go to Japan together for a personal trip 19 days before they enlist

Go through a HARD military service together for 18 months where they lean on and support each other daily and constantly.

Go to Japan at the same time (but arriving separately 🤨) 19 days before discharge (coincidence with those numbers man lol)

Get discharged together

Does their discharge live together where the vibes are VIBING and they are also shocked at the ARMY staying and loving them and getting used to being civilians again and just I need to make a separate post if y'all want about this one but the vibes were THERE

And now they go on another trip together to the US. Spotted by fans with a camera and a manager. Not a crew. So work or personal.... 🤷‍♀️

Look, you think that as brothers, as buddies, they would get tired of each other at some point. Want to do some of these things with their other besties they have for sure been missing a ton! Yet, they don't seem to be and they continue to be stuck like glue. And it's giving 🏳️‍🌈🎉🎊

Love that they never get tired of each other's company. Can't wait to see what they give us next!

[pinkskiessss]

Nothing Matters But You

Paige Bueckers x oc

Chapter One | Welcome to Dallas

Talia Brooks

I’m not gonna lie, I’m nervous. Not because of the trade, not even the new city. I’m nervous because of who I have to see now.

Paige Bueckers.

We’ve never gotten along. Every time we’ve played each other, something shifts. It’s like the game tightens and the court gets smaller. Paige plays with this edge, sharper, rougher, but only when she’s up against me. Like something about me makes her lock in and take it personally.

And yeah, I match that energy. I raise my game. I move quicker, push harder, make sure she knows I’m not the type to back down.

But I never let her rattle me.

She might play a little dirtier when I’m on the court, but I don’t let it touch my pride. I don’t let it show. That’s never been who I am. I stay calm, locked in. Let her burn hotter if she wants. I won’t be the one who breaks.

That’s just how I’ve always been. Composed. Hard to read. People think I’m calm and reserved because I don’t crack under pressure, but it’s deeper than that. I don’t give anyone the satisfaction of knowing when they’ve gotten under my skin. Even after our games against each other, no matter what happened on the court, I never let it show through off the court.

Paige Bueckers has not and will not ever make me change this about myself. I’ve always prided myself on being able to keep my composure when it comes to her, even if it’s just on the outside.

I’ve worn an Indiana jersey since I got drafted. That’s all I’ve known. Especially as a rookie you get really connected to the first team you ever play for in the W. And then, just like that, I got traded mid season of my second year playing for them. For a 2028 first-round pick. My phone blew up the second the news dropped. People were shocked. Everyone tweeting the same thing: Paige and Talia on the same team is about to be insane.

Of course, that came with all the clips. All the think-pieces. All the talk about the rivalry. Every time we played, people loved to point out how we went at each other. How it felt like something more. And sure, yeah, we built some of it ourselves. But the media pushed it harder than we ever did. Which only made it worse. It made me angrier.

My flight landed at 6 a.m. I haven’t even had time to sit with any of this. It still feels surreal. Wrong, even. Like I’m wearing the wrong jersey. Like something’s off.

I keep telling myself it’s all part of the plan. To keep the main thing the main thing. That it’s happening for a reason. But it’s hard to feel settled when everything feels like it’s moving too fast.

This is only my second year in the league, same as Paige. It all really started last year, when we came in as rookies. We were both top picks, high expectations, huge fanbases. And even though we didn’t play the same position, people couldn’t help comparing us.

They still do.

And our fans? They ride for us. We both have some of the most loyal fans in the game. Every time we play eachother I scroll past endless posts on twitter form our fans ready to go after the other fan base.

Now we’re on the same team. And I still have no idea how I feel about it.

-

I asked to stay with a close friend of mine until I find an apartment, Jaden. He does music out here in Dallas, mostly DJing for clubs and parties. I met him when he came to Indy for a bit to work some event for up-and-coming artists.

Me and J have been pretty good friends for a while now. It’s honestly nice having a guy friend who doesn’t want anything from you. No weird vibes, no trying anything, just chill.

I knocked on the door, juggling my duffel bag on one shoulder and my hoodie in the other hand. It was early, but not early enough that I felt bad for showing up empty-handed.

I’d thrown my hair up in a claw clip somewhere between baggage claim and the Uber. I was still wearing the same outfit from the flight, a tiny white tube top and low red sweatpants that hung just enough. I’d peeled my hoodie off somewhere over Tennessee.

The door swung open a second later.

“Heyyy, J,” I said, grinning as I stepped into him without hesitation.

He pulled me in tight. Real tight. The kind of hug that reminded me someone had me.

“I missed you,” I mumbled.

“I missed you more,” he said into my shoulder before letting go.

The place smelled the same as always, a mix of cologne, candles, and something faintly herbal I wasn’t going to ask about. Lived-in but clean. His version of clean anyway.

“I cleared out the guest room for you,” he said, grabbing my bag without asking. “Closet’s open too. You got space.”

“You’re the best,” I said, walking in behind him and dropping my hoodie over the back of the couch.

Once I threw my stuff down, we dropped into the couch like we always did, same rhythm, same spots, like no time had passed at all.

He glanced over. “So. Tal. How have you been? Like really.”

I let out a long breath and tilted my head back against the cushion.

“Still kind of spinning,” I admitted. “I didn’t see the trade coming at all. I mean, I’d just gotten used to everything in Indy. I really thought I’d stay there for a while. Then boom, one call and I’m in a new city with half my stuff in a suitcase.”

He nodded, not saying anything, just listening.

“It’s not that I’m not grateful,” I added. “I know this is part of it, but yeah. Still feels off.”

He waited a second, then said, “You sat with everything though? Like everything everything?”

I looked over at him, already knowing where this was headed.

“What are you talking about?”

He gave me a pointed look. “You really gonna act like Paige Bueckers isn’t part of all this?”

I didn’t answer.

Because even if I hadn’t said it out loud yet, the answer was definitely yes.

After a beat, Jaden got up and disappeared into the kitchen. I heard the faint sound of a lighter flicking before he came back with a small joint in hand.

“You want one?” he asked, voice casual like it was no big deal.

I hesitated. Usually, I didn’t touch weed. It wasn’t something I did for fun or to party. But lately, with everything swirling in my head, it felt like the only way to quiet the noise.

“Yeah,” I said quietly. “It’s been one of those days.”

He didn’t push or pry. Just passed it over, and I took it like I’d done it a hundred times before.

The smoke curled lazily around the room as we sat back down.

For a little while, the weight of the trade, the new city, and everything else faded to the background.

The morning light was creeping through the blinds soft and warm. I blinked a few times groaning as I sat up on the couch. My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced at the screen.

8:05 AM.

I froze. Practice was at nine.

I turned to Jaden who was still half-asleep beside me. His eyes fluttered open slowly.

“Shit,” I whispered.

He rubbed his face and checked his phone too.

“We fell asleep,” he said voice low but amused.

I exhaled a mix of relief and panic settling in my chest.

“It’s not like we’re late late,” I said swinging my legs off the couch. “But still.”

Jaden stretched and cracked his neck. “I got you. I’ll drive you. No stress.”

I smiled grateful.

I made my way to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I grabbed my brush and ran it through my hair then pulled it back tight into my signature slicked-back low ponytail. Every strand had to be in place. I ran my fingers through once more to smooth it down.

I splashed cold water on my face the chill waking me up more.

I spritzed a little perfume something light and fresh just enough to feel put together.

I stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath trying to quiet the nervous flutter in my stomach.

The moment was coming. This was my first day with the Wings. Meeting the team. Meeting Paige. All the what-ifs racing through my mind.

Downstairs Jaden was leaning against the car keys jingling in his hand when I walked out.

He pushed the door open before I got close.

I slid in the leather seat cool beneath me.

The city buzzed around us as we pulled away.

“I’m kinda nervous,” I admitted quietly eyes on the window.

Jaden glanced at me his smile soft but steady.

“You’ll be fine,” he said simply.

I looked over at him. “Thanks Jaden. You’re one of the best friends I have.”

He just nodded not saying a word but the look in his eyes said he understood.

The car pulled up in front of the practice facility.

He opened the door for me again.

I stepped out heart thudding.

Without looking back I walked inside.

-

I stepped into the Wings’ practice facility and the first thing that hit me was the sound. Sneakers on hardwood. The thump of basketballs. Voices bouncing off the walls like background noise that never really stops. The kind of sound that usually made me feel at home.

Coach Koclanes was already making his way toward me from the sideline. He wasn’t smiling for show. It looked real, like he was genuinely glad to see me.

“Talia,” he said, offering his hand. “Man, we’ve been watching your tape for a while now. I love how you read the floor. You’ve got a motor on both ends. Not a lot of players your age play that locked in.”

That pulled a small smile from me. “Thank you, Coach. That means a lot.”

“I think you’re gonna bring something special to this group,” he added. “No pressure. Just be you.”

I nodded. “I got you.”

He gave me a short pat on the back and turned, calling something out to one of the assistants before walking off. He didn’t need to say much more. I wasn’t one to stand around soaking up compliments anyway.

The second he was gone I felt the shift in energy. The team had definitely noticed I was here now.

Dijonai made her way over first, a wide grin already stretched across her face.

“Okay, superstar,” she said, nudging me with her shoulder. “You know they’ve been talking about you nonstop since the trade, right?”

I gave a low laugh. “Hopefully good things.”

“All good. You’re about to fit in real smooth,” she said, still smiling as she led me toward the rest of the group.

Everything was relaxed. Easy.

Until my eyes landed on Paige.

She was off to the side near Arike, spinning a ball in one hand. Our eyes met briefly, and she gave me a nod.

“Hey,” she said. Short. Clipped.

“Hey,” I replied, matching her tone.

We held eye contact for maybe a second longer than we needed to. Then I looked away.

While Dijonai started introducing me to a few more teammates, I caught something in the corner of my eye. Arike leaned into Paige’s shoulder, clearly teasing her about something. Paige rolled her eyes and shook her head, not really having it.

They didn’t notice I was looking. And I didn’t know what they were talking about. Probably nothing. Still, something about the look on Paige’s face made me pause.

I didn’t say anything. Just kept walking. Quiet. Focused.

Let them wonder if I noticed. Let them wonder if I cared.

Practice ended just as quick as it started. Nothing too intense, just enough to break a sweat and test the waters. Most of it felt like observation on both sides. They were watching me, and I was watching everything.

It didn’t take long to notice the way Paige carried herself. She didn’t need to speak over anyone or bark orders, but you could tell she liked to have her hands on everything. Every drill, every rotation, every rhythm on the court. She needed to feel in control. Of the pace, the direction, the vibe. And it wasn’t something she forced. It was just how she moved, how she held herself. Like she had to be the one steering the room.

I knew that kind of energy. I had it too.

I’ve always been the type to lead without asking for permission. I like order. I like knowing exactly how something’s going to go and making sure it gets done right. I’ve been like that since college. Maybe longer.

And now I was realizing that the thing I usually bring into a gym was already sitting there, worn on someone else’s shoulders. Someone who doesn’t like me. Who I don’t like either, if we’re being honest.

We didn’t talk unless we had to. A quick comment during a drill. A small correction on a play. But no real eye contact. No acknowledgment that I was even there beyond the basics. She didn’t speak to me outside of that. And if she noticed I was mirroring that exact same energy, she didn’t show it.

I don’t know why I expected her to ease up just because I was wearing the same jersey now. Maybe I didn’t expect anything. I just thought we’d be able to coexist without all the extra tension. But that wasn’t what this felt like.

And part of me already wondered if it was going to clash. If the two of us were too similar in the wrong ways. But I wasn’t about to press anything. Not now.

This is a new team. A new system. I’m not here to step on toes.

At least not yet.

Not long after practice I got added to the team group chat. Messages came through quickly, everyone was welcoming, throwing out jokes, hyping the season. Dijonai was already buzzing, sending voice notes and keeping the vibe light.

Then the dinner plans started.

“Who’s down for dinner tonight?”

“We booked a private room at Dahlia’s.”

“Talia, you’re coming. No excuses.”

I scrolled through the chat. Most of the team was talking about what they’d wear, nice pants, plain button-downs, clean but casual. Dijonai said she was going all out with heels and glam like she usually does. Me and her a lot alike in the regard.

Everyone else was warm and friendly. They made it clear they were glad I was officially on the team.

Then I noticed Paige hadn’t said anything. No welcome, no mention. Just quiet.

It was kind of odd but not surprising. I don’t like Paige much either. We’ve never been close and our rivalry on the court was always loud but outside of that it’s never been something I cared about enough to let it affect me.

I didn’t expect her to suddenly be best friends with me just because we’re teammates now. But the distance was clear. It wasn’t hostility, just… cold.

It didn’t bother me enough to overthink it. I was here to play ball, not fix other people’s moods.

I asked what everyone else was wearing.

Dijonai answered, “Most are doing nice pants and button-downs. I’m wearing a dress obviously. Just wear whatever you’re comfortable in. You’ll fit right in.”

I pulled out my black low cut dress, fitted and nice for the occasion. Slipped on my Louis Vuitton heels and buckled them tight.

Put on the tennis bracelet J gave me for my birthday and my favorite diamond necklace.

Finished with my usual spritz of Born in Roma intense.

Hair down sleek and straight, earrings in place.

I don’t know what i’m getting myself in to.

[mia-can-yap-too]

Goal to Your Heart

(Blue Lock dating show, P.2)

What?:- The Blue Lock boys come onto a dating show called ‘Goal to Your Heart’ where they try to outshine each other to win the heart of Y/n L/n. In this segment, our host will ask them why they think they should be the one to date her! 

Warnings:- crack, otoya comments weird stuff under peoples posts, karasu is caught in 4k saying gay stuff

(P.1) , (jjk ver.)

Otoya Eita

“Everybody, give it up for Mr. Otoya Eita, the Ninja!”

There is a modest applause from the audience.

“Yo,” he says as he holds up peace signs.

“Let’s dive right in! What about Ms.L/n compelled you to come on to this show?”

He scratches his chin a bit before answering. “Ever since I saw her, I felt like I just knew that she was the one. My freak was matched instantly, man, no girl has ever done that before.”

The host raises his brow. “The one, you say? That’s a pretty big claim, Mr.Otoya.”

Otoya just nods, as if he did a great deal of thinking. “Yeah, my guy. Her vibes were immaculate, man, immaculate.”

“Do you even know what that word means?” A pre-recorded laugh from the audience resounds.

“Uh..”

“Anyways! Since you said that she was the one, can you explain this photo then?”

On the screen, a screenshot of the replies to an instagram post of a bikini model appears. A highlighted comment from ‘@all_the_huzz_luv_eita’ says ‘Step on me, Mami’ (a/n:- i took this from the replies of a sydney sweeny post btw)

Otoya’s eyes widen. “My…account got hacked, I don’t remember commenting that.”

The host doesn’t look like he believes him, and continues with a coy smile. “I’m guessing you didn’t comment these either?”

Four more screenshots of replies from the same account, all of the same nature.

“ ‘Call me a dog the way I be lickin’ it’,” reads the host.

“Umm….”

“ ‘Not a magician but I can make your period disappear for nine months’.”

“Uh…”

“ ‘I don’t have a car but I could take you for a ride’, really, Mr.Otoya?” asks the host.

“I never said loyalty was my strong suit, okay?!”

Karasu Tabito

“A round of applause for the Crow, Karasu Tabito!”

He smirks confidently as the audience cheers and hoots for him.

“Hello, everyone.”

“Right, so Mr.Karasu, tell us more about yourself!”

He chuckles. “Well, I like football, obviously and I would say that I’m quite smart and observant too, it’s not much, but it’s better than others *cough* Otoya *cough*”

The host has mirth in his eyes. Drama, that’s what we like to see. “You’re right, it isn’t much, haha! Anyways, how about we watch some clips from Blue Lcok TV?”

Karasu looks a bit confused but he goes with it. “Sure, if yer want to.”

A clip of Karasu shooting an impressive goal is on the screen.

“Incredible work, Mr.Karasu,” comments the host.

Another clip of him is on the screen now. A clip of him commenting on a pass of a teammate.

“That left leg pass was super sexy,” says the Karasu in the clip.

The Karasu in real life scratches his head, not being able to look at the cameras. “That was…a moment of weakness…”

Another clip comes on, this time Karasu is saying, “Forcing it through a small hole, huh? I like the sound of that.”

His face is red with embarrassment.

“Do you know your family watched this? What do you think about that?”

“I think I hate this fucking show.”

a/n:- this has been sitting in my drafts as a WIP for wayy too long. I dont like the way it turned out and the last time i wrote it was like 2 months ago AND it was supposed to have way more characters than just these two. but im tired of looking at this in my drafts and sick of pretending im gonna work on it. sorry yall

[e1ectricwords]

Dating Natsu

Headcanons and Stuff

--> Piggyback rides - he's always offering piggyback rides even if you insist that you're fine walking. One of this guy's love languages is 100% physical touch and affection so he's always finding ways to show that, and half the time he never thinks about this, he just does them. He never gets tired offering, nor doing them. He will make such a little sad face if you turn them down.

--> Lazy days - these seem rare, but they do happen. It will be a chaotic pile of blankets and wrappers from snacks. Happy will join in, but if he brings a fish then he's immediately banned. These days don't happen often as Natsu is the type to always be doing something, but when they occur he won't be moving for around 12 hours.

--> The house is always warm - there's no need to spend money on bills or blankets. Cozzy livs? Who's she? Natsu is the heater. The house is always toasty and warm and sometimes he doesn't even realise that he's that hot ;). The tricky part is in the summer however and you will need to invest in multiple fans or at least consume copious amounts of ice a day. This in general will allow you to really use some fun ways to flirt with him.

--> Stealing your food - hit or miss this one. Cute in some aspects because he just wants to share with you, and if he's bringing it to you are you truly justified in getting annoyed? But that last chocolate bar you were saving? The last few strawberries? The one last can of coke? Nothing is safe, he will have it without a second thought. He will replace it, but then have half of it when replacing it. No longer will you be able to enjoy fries without developing food aggression. Head up soldier 🫡

--> Grand gestures without a second thought - this makes up for his food theft I swear. He saw you looking at a certain ad for some random thing for a second more than usual? He's already got it in the bag, bestie. Valentine's days he goes all out, absolutely getting all of the flowers and balloons. He greets you with a high-pitched helium voice and gifts you a half eaten box of chocolates, but the other gifts are entirely just yours and all for you. 

--> Will happily play with your hair - without asking 😱. Claim this one if you wish. I see this man absentmindedly running a few fingers through your hair. Or or or. He will take the time to try and braid it, even putting in tiny butterfly clips (they might be a bit wonky but give him time). 

--> Unique ringtone - modern au vibes but he's altered your contact in his phone to be different than all the others. (i see laxus doing this too sidenote). Natsu will happily change the ringtone so he can pick up and respond in 0.5 seconds. 

--> Lacking emotional understanding - this sounds bad. Hear me out. I think he will have a hard time fully understanding why people feel the way they feel for like 97.2% of the time. However, it is no secret that he can drop some absolute hard-hitting bangers. He will do it at the times you need them the most. It is a loop around reassurance that is needed. That he is trying to connect even if it is not fully in the same way that you are feeling. He's there, and he cares.

--> Sleeping habits - this human heater...he's all over the place. He can, and will, fall asleep anywhere but he will also sleep in weird positions. Maybe an arm is sticking straight up one night. Film yourself high-fiving it, both of you will watch it and laugh next time you have an argument.

--> Party hats - I hope you have all seen what I mean by this. When an argument is getting too heated and serious, one partner will whip out the party hats. It becomes difficult to stay angry at each other when party hats are involved.

If you liked this, check out the Masterlist

[jasperandhenryslovechild]

now that the shock of watching this trailer over and over and over again has worn down a tiny bit i need to ask, what the fuck is that hero costume and what does this mean for the preexisting canon dangerverse timeline

it is evident that these three costumes are NOT the same thing and it doesn't make me happy at ALL.

INDIVIDUAL BREAKDOWN/ELABORATION RAMBLE UNDER THE CUT

this one

is henry danger canon, like in the very last episode.

a muted version of the danger force canon one, with a fugly mustard hoodie with the strings tied so tight that it makes me question his breathing abilities and middle-schooler-who-just-discovered-what-mouse-is hair/j. he looks like he had to pull something together last minute unlike charlotte (curse me for cropping her out) who is literally THE COOLEST ONE HERE why is she not in the movie???? she is literally a fucking cyborg with purple hair someone explain this shit to me??? it's her superiority that allowed her to absolutely EAT THIS UP while henry looks like he just went dumpster diving

it's a vibe but it's also giving ramen noodles so im giving it a low 5/10 out of pity

danger force switches it up on us with this version

henry "we don't wear masks in dystopia, we're kinda above that" hart

this one is my favorite, it's cohesive and it goes together well. it's got the more grown hero vibe that ive always wanted to see in henry ESPECIALLY BECAUSE OF HIS GROWTH AS A CHARACTER!! THE RETURN OF THE KID EPISODE IS LITERALLY ALL ABOUT HOW FUCKING DIFFERENT HE IS AND IM HERE FOR IT SO HARD!!! i will absolutely drop a df henry hyper analysis some day but for now this is what we've got

the shades of burgundy and washed out red throw it together well and i can totally see an explanation behind this costume vs the old one being a simple upscale/revamp. that jacket has pockets to hide weaponry, leather would probably be a lot easier to take a tumble in (+ the knee guards not shown in this picture and like the plastic covers on the sides of his legs that i don't know the name of, implies that he takes enough hard falls to need protection in these areas!), it helps camouflage well in dystopia because the 2 seconds of clips we've seen of that place show that it's pretty dark despite its bright neon flashing lights that give it an evil sanfransokyo at night sort of vibe. it's superhero-y, but it also doesn't have all those staple childhood iconic hero things either— if anything he looks kinda ashamed to be in a superhero show and that's okay/j

overall, 10/10 because it has nothing to do with the capitan man/kid danger brand, it shows henry evolving beyond that point in his life into his own entity after being so soley dependent on ray for his entire previous career in superhero-ing

now to address this fucking monstrosity we were given just a few hours ago

i want to preface this by saying i am not ungrateful. the things i am about to say come from a place of pure dissatisfaction yet constructive criticism. ive been waiting years and years for this movie and i will literally take an hour and thirty minutes of jasper and henry twirling in a circle and make 183829992 edits of it i don't care, i love henry danger sm and the movie looks pretty cool

this being said

dear costume team of henry danger the movie,

have you ever watched henry danger and or danger force? do you even know what you're designing for? be honest, did the producers hand you this stock image

and tell you to make it mean? because every time i look at this costume there is something else wrong with it and it PAINS MY EYES. it makes him look like a cartoony ass space crusader instead of a hero fighting crime one of the most dangerous if not THE MOST DANGEROUS city in the world.

let's break this down, shall we? head to toe motherfuckers.

only not complaining about the hair and it being slicked in the same direction it used to be because it's consistent throughout the entire trailer (unlike SOME danger force episodes... cough cough return of the kid....cough cough.......)

that mask. firstly, i have issues with there being a mask at all, because danger force establishes that there are no masks in dystopia. nobody moves a finger to try and put on a mask, henry even fights SUNGLASSES. those sunglasses ray forces on him to hide his identity are brawled against, he's clearly grown out of masks. putting him back in one puts him back in that kid danger box he's been working hard to build up and out of, a concept established throughout the entire finale of henry danger and further reassured in danger force.

and if you were gonna inarguably give him a mask for simple minded audience recognition, nickelodeon, the least you could do was make it a PRETTY MASK. red was an.. okay choice for the base, but making the silver SURROUND IT? BLACK OUTLINE???? you're trying so hard to be new and cool and it is just painful on the eyes instead. the black eyeshadow under it makes him look like one of those 2020 emo dsmp cc edits and it's just like a throwback to an era nobody wants to go back to. that face card makes him looks like he listens to believer by imagine dragons while chewing that magic bubblegum. his lips are PALE, SOMEBODY GET THIS MAN SOME IRON— OH WAIT, THEY WASTED THEIR SUPPLY ON THIS NIGHT REFLECTIVE SILVER MAKEUP THAT MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A STOP SIGN WITH A FLASHLIGHT UP IT'S ASSHOLE

then we move onto the base of the costume itself. firstly, the navy blue undershirt cut out to expose his neck says nothing to me. it does not make the statement you guys thought it would— in fact, it makes the whole thing look a pit incomplete? unkempt? it looks like theres something missing and with that black eyeshadow i think it's a thick silver chain SORRY IM DONE I'M OVER THE MASK

the vest over it gives me even more issues. you can't pull up with an audio of ray manchester going "you're not a sidekick anymore, you're a hero!!" and have THEIR FUCKING LOGO ON HIS CHEST. IT'S NOT RIGHT. ON TOP OF THE FACT THAT THE ENTIRE VEST IN AND OF ITSELF LOOKS LIKE IT WAS ROLLED IN DIRT AND HAS THE COLORATION PROPERTIES OF A DYING SEAL, THE LOGO BEING THERE AT ALL IS A MASSIVE ISSUE.

the entire POINT OF THE FINALE was that henry wanted to move on from his life as kid danger. he sacrificed himself and faked his entire death to thousands of people in order to become his own person. he had no life outside of crime fighting because he has no skills or traits outside of crime fighting— he gave up his entire childhood for it so naturally it's all he can gravitate to as he moves forward in dystopia. being a crime fighter once more is a punch in the face enough that he will never really escape who he once was despite the fact that HE GOT AWAY.

HE GOT AWAY.

in NO WORLD WOULD THE HENRY HART I KNOW AND LOVE PROUDLY WEAR THE SYMBOL OF THE VERY MAN THAT FAILED HIM. ray manchester failed him throughout his entire childhood— failed at giving him a normal kid life, failed at providing context and details before or even during the time he accepted the job— and yet here the movie is. he is wearing a rip off of his old costume in an attempt to leave behind who he was. that is ironic, that is HORRIBLE. because by putting him in this FUGLY ASS DOLLAR STORE COSTUME, not only are you retconning the evolution he's been working towards, you are denying him the right to become something greater than just kid danger

in the old costumes, the designs were different because he as a person was different. his entire character arc throughout the hd finale to now was just that, becoming different.

this is not different— this is just an older version of the ghost he's been leaving behind time and time again. dragging him back to his roots. there are millions of ways to drag him back to his roots in the movie itself because those roots will never free him, that is the entire point of him post henry danger and there's so many ways to show that. but changing his costume, one of the only parts of his new hero identity that he himself gets to choose, to resemble his old costume so similarly is just blatantly saying fuck you to the current dangerverse timeline and who that has made him out to be.

my final question is, what does that mean for everything else?

cause like, if the hd/df costumes are no longer a thing in the movie, what happened to them?? why did henry choose this bullshit over the FIREEE costumes in his past?? why would he ever do that to himself bro

and also BLACKOUT?? DO WE NOT GET AN EXPLANATION ON THAT???? BECAUSE EVEN NICKELODEON THEM FUCKING SELVES MADE A THEORY VIDEO ABOUT BLACKOUT BEING JASPER AND THEN WE PULL UP WITH THIS MOTHERFUCKER

LIKE GUYS I'M NOT GETTING IT ARE WE EVER GONNA GET AN EXPLANATION ON WHO BLACKOUT IS AND WHY HE WAS CAUGHT UP WITH HENRY— ALSO JASPER'S JUST TRANSFORMING RANDOMLY IN PUBLIC??? DOES THAT NOT NUKE THE ENTIRE PURPOSE OF HENRYS MASK?????

i do have very good things to say about this teaser, do not let your eyes deceive you, but i also have these complaints that i don't necessarily need answered if not I just need them to be heard

if you've made it this far thank you so much for coming to my insanely long ted talk

[minjoongism]

1/2 seeing all the ming clips at the concert yesterday has me remembering all the comments abt him being “too much” and man ppl rly don’t get it. that’s what makes him such a great performer 😭 i feel like he’s crafted such a personality for himself that people don’t even think twice about his antics anymore, that they don’t realize the much guts it takes to go all out on stage. this is true for ALL the guys, honestly, but mingi leans into silly and makes it work for him

2/2 mingi wonka is ridiculous, being carried by BBT is hilarious, and going on a full sprint down the runway to lead a barking fanchant is INSANE. but more importantly, it’s FUN. he’s so fun and goofy and So Much, and he makes me want to watch their concert more than anything else. it’s why i think anyone who thinks he’s Too Much takes mingi too seriously. it’s all just good vibes. we can all live with a little whimsy for 3 hours~

(putting the second half of your ask in with this one because it's all relevant)

when mingi's switched on (fixed on? fix on!), he is, in my opinion, up there for one of the biggest whiplash-givers in ateez, right by san and sometimes seonghwa. san's 'grand duke of the north' persona gets a lot of attention (and rightfully so, both for how immersive it is and how different it is from offstage san), but i think mingi's 'gimmicky' stage self deserves just as much attention for how all-encompassing it is. you're right that it's got to take a lot of guts to stand in front of thousands of people and put on an act as brash and loud as the one mingi does. i've always admired the way he seems so willing to be the weird one - to be the guy people can point and laugh at for being silly and off-beat and ridiculously earnest - without getting self-conscious and bailing out of fully committing to the bit.

(+ i also don't think people give him enough credit for how difficult it must be to maintain that level the whole time. he's picked such a high-energy character to play that it must be absolutely exhausting to keep that tempo for hours on end. not to mention he's got a fractured toe at the moment and he's just done two back to back days of running, jumping, and dancing without showing even the slightest bit of discomfort or dialling things back and taking it easy?? the man's completely dedicated to putting on a show for us.)

every video i've seen from the first two days of the tour of roar have been absolutely electric. people criticise mingi for being too much, but if what he's doing is too much, then why does the crowd love it so much? why did they keep barking even after his solo was done? why did crowds across the europe during the last tour bark at him unprompted after they saw him initiating barking the first time? and if people really do wish he'd dial everything down, then why does his stage persona spawn so many fancams and edits?

i think some people nowadays are afraid of anything that isn't ironic or nonchalant because they're afraid of being seen as cringe, and anything earnest or high-energy or clearly trying all counts as cringe for some reason. but when it comes down to it, when you're in an arena, do you really want an artist who doesn't engage with the crowd, who doesn't make an effort, who doesn't put on a show? i personally don't - and i don't think most people do, either, based on how much live audiences love mingi.

[deliciousbasementtrash]

Playing Nurse for the Batfam

Summary: you are a nurse working for Gotham General Hospital. On your way home from work, you encounter an injured superhero. You have seen his secret identity. Now what will he do about it?

Pairing: Slowburn Jason Todd x reader, (maybe a why choose with Dick Grayson as well?? Idk tell me what you guys want)

Warning: Adult language, verbal abuse, parental abuse, severe injuries

Word Count: 1.5k

Note: These characters are not my own they belong to DC. The only character that is 'mine' is the reader. I am going to be as nondescript as possible for the reader as well for physical attributes. This is a continuation series; I’m not sure how long it will be. Also for some reason, my replies to comments are not showing up. I’m not ignoring your comments Tumblr won’t let me respond :( But please, please comment I live for it 

Part One: Is that Trash or a Man?

There is calm chaos when working in the emergency room. You get used to the cacophony of beeps and alarms. Of moans, crying, screaming, and arguing. You get used to being on your feet all day and moving from task to task, from patient to patient. You get used to it because there is no other option. People need care and they need it now. You either step the fuck up or switch to a different unit. Or move to a calmer, cleaner, less crime-filled city. Calm wasn’t really my vibe. Maybe externally that’s what I portrayed, but internally my mind craves the chaos of the ER. It craves the chaos of Gotham. And the Gotham ER was an entirely different beast.

I finished nursing school about a year ago. A lot of my peers used it as an out. They went to more stable cities in New Jersey that had better funding and less chance of getting knifed in the staff parking lot. I was one of the only ones that stayed. I definitely was the only one that worked in the hospital. I couldn’t deny the demand for nurses was high, and the paychecks were even higher at Gotham General Hospital. And maybe some small pathetic part of my brain wanted to make the world a better place. I wanted Gotham to be a better place. Every day I worked. I convinced myself that how matter how shitty it got; I was making a difference. Even if it was only a handful of people in the grand scheme of things. 

I could convince myself that I mattered. That everyone mattered. That these people deserve more. They deserve better; they deserve a second, third, fourth, fifth chance. If I stopped trying to convince myself of that I know I would give up entirely. Seeing gunshot wounds, stabbings, overdoses, mutilations, burns, crushings, poisonings, beatings, day after day is a lot like erosion of the soul. Little by little it wears you down. You become jaded and jagged with time. Empathy becomes blame. Hope becomes desolate. Love becomes anger. The only thing you can do is gaslight yourself into thinking you’re making a big enough difference. That you’re helping enough people. After all, the brain can’t tell the difference between truth and irony. You tell yourself so many lies, you can start to believe them, right? 

Gotham City: 16 Years Ago 

“Dad, when is mom coming home?” My small voice asked. I was scared to make Dad yell at me again. I didn’t like it when I made him yell.

“She’s got stage four fucking cancer she is coming out of the hospital in a body bag, y/n.” 

I fought the tears that burned behind my eyes. Dad would get even angrier if he saw them. It was stupid of me to even ask. 

I felt him turn to me. His eyes bored into my skull. Quickly, I looked down at his feet. 

“Have you tried again?” He asked. His tone clipped. I knew he expected a timely answer.

Involuntarily, my fingers ruthlessly picked the skin around my nails. The sting was grounding in a way. 

“No, sir. Well yes, I have tried, but I… I failed,” the last word felt like a hot poker being placed through my throat. 

“Look at me.” Breathing became difficult, but I looked up at my father. He leaned his face close to mine. I could smell Jack wafting off him. “What good are you? What good is having healing powers if you can’t heal your sick mother?”

The simple hangnail became a chunk of missing skin. I lowered my head. Fighting back tears. 

“Sir,” my traitorous voice wobbled as I tried not to cry, “I keep trying but… I don’t think my power is that strong. I can close cuts, fix broken bones, but tumors are… hard.”

My father tilted his head back and laughed. Hard. He grabbed my wrist as quickly as a viper, “If I could put your mother’s cancer in you I would. You’re about as useful as a wet match in a dark cave.” 

I couldn’t help the tears that fell down my cheek. It felt like I was involuntarily waving a white flag.

Gotham City: Present Day

I had to be stealthy with my gift. I couldn’t heal every one of the patients to full health right away. That would lead to suspicion. But if I could help it I could stop the major damage. I would heal internal organs. Replenish blood. Reduce ten fractures to two or one. It all depended on timing and if people were watching me. 

I was walking home from the hospital. I only lived about three blocks away. I got off shift at around 20:49. I didn’t start my next stretch for another three days. And I was milking my walk home. Stopping to smell the roses or whatever. That is normally not a very smart thing to do in Gotham at night, especially as a woman. But part of me didn’t care. 

Earlier, I looked at my phone and frowned when I realized the date. 

Thursday, May 19th. 

My mom died 16 years ago today. Waves of emotion flooded my senses. Anger at myself for not remembering. Sadness that she had been gone more of my life than she had been in it. Restlessness for what my father might do or say. Some years he likes to reach out. Others he doesn’t. But most of all I was feeling reckless. Like I wanted someone to give me a reason. Obviously, I would only hurt someone to defend myself or others. But there was so much anger living in my body, part of me hoped some idiot would try something with me tonight. 

So, I walked home. Slowly. 

Normally, you keep your head down and you keep moving. You don’t look or gawk. You listen out of necessity. I was listening just because I could. It was the normal stuff. Men smoking cigarettes and catcalling. Women were offering their nightly services. Random people either praising or damning superheroes. Drug deals. Graffiti artists. Fights. And of course, people who simply were walking home from work. Gotham had range and was never boring that’s for sure. 

But something picked up on the very edge of my senses. Despite my better logic, I turned toward the very quiet sound. It could have just been rats, but it sounded so familiar. It sounded like a death rattle. The thing you hear just before shit hits the fan and the patient codes. 

Without thinking I ran down the alley toward the sound. At first, it was nothing. Just trash and rats. But then I saw it. He almost blended perfectly in with the shiny black garbage bags. His cape was the same color but reflected the light less. 

“Sir? Sir, are you alright?” I walked hesitantly forward, grabbing my pepper spray just in case.

The man did not answer, he only garbled and coughed. My work brain took over my fear. Instantly I rolled the man over and began assessing him. I suppressed a gasp when I rolled him over and a familiar cowl mask came into view. It was cracked down the middle. His face was bleeding from an unknown location. His breathing was labored and staggered. 

Calmly, I closed my eyes and pressed my hands against his chest. 

Oh yeah. Batman was dying. He had several broken ribs. A pneumothorax. A bruised liver, kidney, and pancreas. His cardiac output was a joke. The man had no perfusion. 

I didn’t think. I didn’t hold back like I do at the hospital. I just healed. And healed. And healed. I healed him down to his bone-on-bone knees, sprained ankle, and fractured wrist. 

God, this guy had a lot of injuries. 

I was close to passing out by the time I was done. I had done too much, ate, and slept too little. My powers were demanding when it came to energy. If I didn’t eat or sleep within 30 minutes I was about to pass out next to bat boy himself.

I gave him one last assessment. After double-checking that he would live and that I didn’t miss anything I finally looked at his face again. 

This time I gasped. Batman was the billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne? I shook my head like I was clearing cobwebs. I didn’t have time to dwell on it. Much like Batman, I didn’t want people to know what I could do. The last time people knew…

Just as I turned and took a few steps I rolled my eyes at my nagging thoughts. 

What if someone sees him before he wakes up?

Reaching into my tote bag I pulled out a black medical mask. I not so gracefully MacGyvered it across his exposed face so that it was covered. And with that, I made my way home.

My cat, Hashbrown, eagerly greeted me at the door. I nearly fell asleep locking it. I bent down to pick her up and gave her a kiss on her perfect little cat head. I ripped my gross work scrubs off, threw them in the wash, and crashed on the couch in my underwear before my brain could process what happened.

I healed Batman. 

I healed… Bruce Wayne?

Part Two, Part Three

[netflixbingger]

Cassian Andor x Senators Daughter Reader Series Sneak Peek 👀

Okay yes… I know I haven’t finished the last series yet (I swear I will, next chapter is out soon!!)

But I’ve been fleshing out this new one and… I kind of love it??

I’m really leaning into soft girl vibes with this one… something we don’t get enough of with Cassian, if you ask me 👀

So without further ado, here’s a little sneak peek of Chapter 1!!!

You wake to the sound of your name.

Not softly, not in the dreamy sort of way it usually is when your maids draw the curtains and ask what you’d like for breakfast. No, this time it’s firm, clipped—your father’s voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

“You need to get up.”

You roll over with a groan, dragging the sheet over your head like it’s armor. “It’s not even nine.”

“It’s past nine.”

“So?” you mutter, muffled by your silk sheets and stubbornness.

There’s a beat of silence. Then: “We don’t have time for this today.”

You peek out from under the sheet, squinting up at him. He’s already dressed - navy coat, clean lines, expression tight in that way that means something’s happened. Something real.

That pulls you upright.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, silk nightgown slipping against your skin as you blink yourself into the day. Your room is still a dream - soft golds, tall windows, sunlight spilling in like honey. It doesn’t feel like anything could be wrong here.

But your father’s jaw says otherwise.

“What?” you ask, voice still scratchy from sleep.

He hesitates, just for a moment, and then exhales.

“There’s been chatter,” he says. “The Empire’s been sniffing around the shipments. They’re starting to notice the rerouted funds. And now… there’s a name.”

A pit opens in your stomach.

He shakes his head is disbelief. “It’s only a matter of time before they connect the rest.”

You cross your arms. “Then we tighten things. We move accounts again. We wait it out.”

“We can’t wait this out,” he says, and now he’s really looking at you - like a father, not a senator. “They’ve already made contact with the district enforcers. One wrong whisper, one loose-tongued dinner guest, and —.”

You narrow your eyes. “I haven’t told anyone anything. I’m not stupid.”

“No,” he agrees quietly. “You’re not. Which is why you’re going to listen when I say this…your freedom, the way you move, the life you’ve had until now - it’s over.”

That stings more than you expect.

You blink at him. “Excuse me?”

He softens, just a breath. “We don’t have that anymore. The luxury of pretending.”

“So what then?” you snap. “You want me to stay inside all day like some ghost? Be quiet, be good, smile politely while the Empire circles us like vultures?”

“No,” he says, and you hate how calm he is. “I want you to stay alive.”

You stand there, breathing hard. Heat pools behind your eyes, and you hate that too.

“Someone will be arriving shortly,” he adds, almost as an afterthought. “From the Rebellion. A soldier. He’ll be stationed here until we can get you out. Maybe longer.”

You stare at him. “You’re giving me a babysitter?”

“I’m giving you a bodyguard.”

“What’s the difference?”

He only sighs. “You’ll find out.”

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You slip into a soft summer dress. Pale yellow, low at the back, open at the shoulders. Something expensive and breezy. It hugs you in all the right places. Your skin glows. Your hair falls in loose waves. You look stunning, and you know it.

You descend the stairs slowly, heels clicking with deliberate grace. When you reach the bottom, you pause at the final step - because there he is.

Your new shadow.

He’s talking to your father in the foyer. Dressed in black worn boots, flight jacket, stubble on his jaw like he’s never been taught what proper grooming is. He’s not tall, not particularly broad, but something about him feels… dense. Sharp around the edges.

He looks like someone who doesn’t smile unless he has to.

As if sensing you, he turns.

And for one moment, his eyes flicker down. Barely.

Then they’re back on your face, unreadable.

You arch a brow. “So. You’re the watchdog.”

He doesn’t reply.

Your father sighs. “Cassian Andor, this is my daughter Y/N.”

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Thoughts?!?

This one’s definitely leaning softer… less gore, less darkness, more fluff, tension, and slow-burn vibes.

I’m still debating whether to take it down a heavy sexual tension to smut path, or keep it more focused on the fluff and emotional build-up.

Would love to hear your thoughts!

Do you prefer smutty tension or tender romance?

[trophy-girl]

How to Look High Maintenance on a Budget as a Black Woman

Let’s be real looking expensive isn’t always about designer bags salon appointments or five-star facials. It’s about how you carry yourself the details in your look and the confidence that says “I’m the whole package.”

As a Black woman your beauty already turns heads but now it’s time to elevate and give luxury, even if you’re living on a budget. Here’s your guide to looking like high maintenance without breaking the bank.

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Luxury skin is healthy skin. You don’t need $300 serums to glow

🌸 Cleaning: CeraVe is the gold standard, but African Black Soap (the real kind) also gives a deep clean.

🌸 Exfoliating: Use The Ordinary’s Glycolic Acid 2–3 times a week to stay smooth and glowing.

🌸 Moisturizing: Raw shea butter mixed with rose hip or jojoba oil is the ultimate budget glow-up combo.

• Sunscreen: Black Girl Sunscreen gives you a soft, dewy finish and protects your melanin from sun damage.

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Keep a consistent style. Your hair should always be done whether you’re natural, relaxed, or a wig girl, it make you look polished.

Wig Girls

Invest in one good human hair wig. Straight, body wave, or bob it doesn’t matter as long as it’s laid. Keep it fresh with deep conditioning and store it properly.

Natural Queens

• Sleek buns, twist-outs, and puff styles can look high maintenance with just a little edge control (try Ebin 24-Hour Edge Tamer).

• Always sleep in a satin scarf to keep your style intact and your hair frizz-free.

Protective Styles

• Knotless braids, faux locs, and sew-ins always give that girl energy. Add gold cuffs, a silk wrap, or an oversized claw clip to accessorize.

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One thing about high-maintenance girls? Their nails are never chipped.

♡ Press-ons are elite. Kiss, Amazon, and Etsy custom sets give salon vibes at home. Stick to almond, square, or coffin in soft pinks, whites, or nudes.

♡ Gel Manicures at home: You can grab a full kit on Amazon and do your own nails every two weeks.

♡ Cuticle oil is a must even Vaseline works. Keep those hands moisturized and soft.

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You don’t need a full beat every day to look expensive. A soft glam or “clean girl” face can go a long way.

• Brows: Shape them naturally, fill in with a pencil, and clean up with concealer for a snatched finish.

• Lashes: Strip lashes from Shein or your local beauty supply store instantly upgrade your look.

• Foundation: Match it perfectly. Try L’Oréal Infallible or Maybelline Fit Me for budget-friendly, flawless coverage.

• Lips: Brown liner + nude gloss = high-maintenance staple.

Signature look tip: Choose one thing that defines your makeup maybe it’s fluttery lashes, glossy lips, or snatched brows and make it your thing.

Looking high maintenance doesn’t mean labels. It means looking clean, coordinated, and intentional.

• Neutrals are your best friend. Beige, black, white, olive, grey these colors always look polished.

• Thrift smart: Search for structured blazers, silky tops, and quality denim at thrift stores or resale apps like Poshmark and Depop.

• Accessorize with purpose: Gold hoops, mini purses, claw clips, and layered necklaces turn a basic outfit into that look.

Bonus: Tailoring even cheap clothes makes them look designer. A well-fitted $10 dress > a baggy $300 one.

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Perfume is one of the most powerful parts of your high maintenance .

• Fragrance layering: Use body wash + lotion + perfume in the same scent family for a long-lasting effect.

• Perfume oils: Arabian oils or Etsy shops offer dupes of designer fragrances that last all day.

• Signature scents: Vanilla, oud, amber, and white floral notes are universally seen as luxury scents.

You can wear the outfit, the hair, the nails but if your energy isn’t giving soft, feminine, and secure? You’ll miss the whole aesthetic.

-`♡´- Walk slowly, speak with confidence, and never chase. Let people come to you.

-`♡´- Don’t over-explain yourself. High-maintenance girls let their presence speak for them.

Be mysterious. Be graceful. Be selective.

Final Thoughts 💋

You don’t need a fortune to look and feel high maintenance. Sometimes, the key is learning how to make small, affordable choices work in your favor. From your skincare routine to your wardrobe, there’s always a way to create a luxury look without going overboard. It’s about paying attention to the details, and most importantly, believing that you are deserving of luxury no matter your budget. Start small, stay consistent

[beebundt]

Is there any chance we can get a coloring tutorial or your brush settings? I am OBSESSED with the vibes of your art <3

FROM LIL OLE ME ?????? honestly im still in a constant phase of trying to figure out what brushes/coloring styles i like but i really appreciate you saying that!! im going to assume this ask was influenced by the last art i posted since it blew up? so im going to mainly talk abt how i did those. but if you have any questions abt a specific piece or smth feel free to send a msg or ask! 💛 first off i use clip paint studio so these r all exclusively free csp brushes. artemus chalk and artemus pencil i use for flat colors or small sharper detailing, and intoxicate pencil set for soft lines and blending (its a set but they're all pretty much the same so it doesn't rlly matter which one you use). however i use these 3 pretty interchangeably tbh so its not a strict guideline for me or anything. but for my last post, its almost exclusively the intoxicate pencil. it's what gives that "fuzzy" effect. i made these if they help visualize it

plus quick coloring tutorial! which is just basically my entire process. i can't clarify anything abt picking colors bc i genuinely don't know and pick whatever itches my brain at that moment in time

hope this helps! thank you so much for the ask! 💕

[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#43: The Good Life (1.05)

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The vibes of this whole sequence are so good. The good life truly. 🤩And Say Yes has always been a comfort ep for me, so I love that this montage has such Say Yes energy and parallels. If ever I need a pick-me-up this tranquil series of clips from Richonne's road-trip home will lift my spirits every time. I love the way this montage depicts that in finding each other again, Richonne refound the best, most at peace parts of themselves 😌...

So after that teaser with Father Gabriel, we get our babies back on screen. And it hit me that Episode 5 is the first time there are even scenes that don't feature Rick and Michonne. In episodes 1-4 of TOWL, Rick, Michonne, or both are on screen in every single scene apart from that one episode 2 teaser. Which I was very much in support of this as a long-time card-carrying member of the Give-Richonne-More-Screentime ministry. 😊

After how excellent the plot, pacing, and dialogue were in episode 4, I will say that ep 5 & 6 are a bit clunkier in those areas to me. But one thing is for sure, the Richonne content in ep 5 & 6 is still solid gold.

While these last two eps are ranked lower than episodes 1-4 for me, the good moments in these last two episodes aren't just good, they're great and include some genuinely Top 10 worthy Richonne scenes. So we definitely have to break it all down.😇👌🏽

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The montage starts with that yellow truck turning the corner and then they just get right into the good vibes and romance as we see Richonne calmly driving.

I love that they use 'The Good Life' by Tony Bennett to set the mood. Rick and Michonne both just look so relaxed and happy and it’s super refreshing to see. 🥰

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After everything they’d gone through thus far it was so nice to arrive at a point where Rick and Michonne are back in sync and as connected as ever.

I love the way Rick seems so content and peaceful with his hand out the window. Michonne has that man feeling on top of the world again. 😋 And then it’s so sweet the way he looks over at Michonne and the way she smiles back at him while driving. All is well with their soul and mine. 😌

Then we get one of my favorite Richonne actions ever when Rick takes her hand and kisses it. 🥹 It’s perfect.

I love the lingering depth of this hand kiss and that it’s such an illustration of how much Rick loves and cherishes Michonne. It was another soul kiss. And you can just tell how much peace Michonne brings Rick. She’s like his medicine. The cure to his anxiety and to his life. 👌🏽

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Something I so appreciate about Richonne is how every moment like this feels like such an organic outpouring of love in their hearts. And it feels like it’s the exact thing they both needed. Like Rick is offering Michonne so much love with this hand kiss but you can tell it’s also for him too, because she brings him so much peace and happiness and calms any anxiety he might have about really being able to break away from the CRM this time and go home.

This might be the furthest Rick has got in terms of actually breaking free from the CRM and heading home. I know he knows it has everything to do with Michonne that they’re making it this far and actually going to get home this time because they can do anything together.

I appreciate how this hand kiss is just one of the many ways Rick’s romantic heart so naturally wants to show his love and that Michonne is so receptive to it. Like the way she looks at him while he kisses her hand. They really know how to make the love they have for each other leap off the screen. And I know she knows that her Rick is fully back by him doing this.

The song lyrics that play say “don’t try to fake romance” and truly this is just giving authentic romance. Richonne's hand kisses in Say Yes were always so incredibly sweet to me so I love that we have another precious one to add to the list.

I also love that now that Rick isn’t trying to shut Michonne out, he’s immediately back to loving on her every second. This is how Rick loves.

I appreciate that Rick and Michonne immediately started living out that sentiment to love on each other as hard as they can while they can. Loving on each other is what they're both so good at doing. And the way they love is beautiful. 🥹

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So then they pull up and find all those ramen packs because the universe loves them some Richonnne. And y’all, I adore that they are matching again. 😊 It’s another signature Richonne thing. And it's great how they aren’t just matching in the same general color - no they're basically both wearing the exact Pantone shade, honey. The best. 😋

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And Rick and Michonne are just at their all-time adorable when the noodles fall out of the trunk and they excitedly laugh and pick them up. Michonne looks like such a cutie when she holds up a pack and amusedly addresses their punny name “Tasteful Noods.”

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And Rick looks like such a cutie laughing and just seeming happy to be there. I love that they always bring out such a smiley playful side of each other. 😊

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Another thing I love about TOWL whenever I think about it is how Rick and Michonne's journey of refinding each other was never rooted in questioning if they're still compatible as a couple. After nearly a decade spent apart, some characters who aren't soulmates could have easily changed too much and been unable to rekindle this type of comfortable passionate chemistry so quickly.

But while Richonne had to navigate the way their circumstances had impacted and altered them, they still always operated like they knew the other was their person and the love of their life. And now that they've risen from their ep 4 timeout stronger, they're so effortlessly back to being best friends & lovers.

That's part of why I love how passionately Richonne kisses in their episode 2 reunion scene because they didn't have to hesitate, wait, or wonder how the other felt about them after all these years. Without even needing to verbally confirm it, they immediately knew the love, chemistry, and connection they have was alive and as strong as ever.

But back to this heavenly episode 5 montage - We get a sweet moment of the two having dinner together and I’m just smiling from ear to ear yet again. 😁

I love how this montage moment really highlights how far Rick and Michonne have come in their journey since that season 4 moment beside a fire.

Also, in the TWD series finale when Rick and Michonne were both writing letters alone by a fire, I remember just feeling like I cannot wait for them to be side by side again and it was lovely to see that time finally come. 🙌🏽

During this dinner in front of the mural, they’re both looking out at something but I can never tell what exactly. And then Rick puts his arm around Michonne and I love that he looks over at her first, watching her taking in whatever they’re seeing like maybe another mural/painting or something idk. Either way, Michonne is clearly the true view to Rick. 🥰

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And then Michonne turns to him with the sweetest smile as they share a kiss and I just love how warm this whole moment is. It's great how they take a moment to just smile at each other before having yet another kiss infused with passion. And the way they get lost in this kiss - equally addicted to each other. 😊 They’re so blissfully in their Richonne bubble and it’s great to see. 

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As they drive along the scenic road they also come across a vending machine and I love how their movement is so synchronized as they look from the vending machine to a walker with a sword stuck in its neck. See how the universe always wants to provide the things Richonne needs? 😋

Also, what this episode really hammered home is that Richonne communicates with words pretty much for fun, because they’re entirely capable of having whole conversations by just looking at each other.

And in this moment they both immediately get the same idea at the same exact time to use the blade in that walker to hack through the vines covering the vending machine. And they’re so cute and determined as they go to take care of it.

Clearing out the vending machine was clearly a success as they cut to Richonne back in the car while Rick chugs a soda. And even the soda moment shows that he’s really released a lot of the stress he was carrying in the first four episodes and just seems so at home. And of course he seems at home because his home is right next to him looking beautiful while driving. 👌🏽

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Also, you always know you’re truly comfortable with someone when even just sitting in silence together brings you peace and I felt that from them in these car clips.

Then this heavenly montage wants to make me teary by having Rick take out the phone with the image of Carl and just take a moment to appreciate it. Again, Rick loves his son so much. 🥲 I'll forever be moved by the love this father has for his boy.

It's heartwarming that Rick gets so much comfort from these images of his family. And it really is one of the greatest things Michonne’s ever done for him by giving him this drawing that brought his son's face back to him.

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I love that Michonne looks over at him and gets to again see how meaningful having this piece of Carl is for Rick. The way she looks from the phone to him, both those Grimes boys forever have her heart. 🥹

(And she knows soon Rick will get to meet the third Grimes boy, RJ. 🥲)

I think about the OG Richonne episode Clear when Michonne was behind the wheel as Rick sat silently beside her with a hand out the window. Now, years later they do the same, no longer strangers but soulmates.

The biggest difference between the two moments is Carl is right there with them in the back of the car in Clear, and now in TOWL he's with them through a phone portrait. 🥺

Carl would be so proud of Rick and Michonne for finding their way back to each other and finally going home together. 🥲

Also just looking at Rick and Michonne in this car heading home, y’all, we really made it. 😭 All those years without them and we really made it to a point where Rick and Michonne are back on a road trip home together and at peace. And so I just adore this whole opening sequence for perfectly painting the picture of their travels home and how in love they are at every turn.

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Rick and Michonne looked so refreshed with vacation vibes as they finally got to just enjoy each other without the threat of the CRM nearby. Beyond here for it. 😇

Then, as they drive they come across a souvenir shop...and it’s there we get another one of my absolute favorite TOWL scenes. 👌🏽😌

[ingravinoveritas]

Have you seen this? I head "Michael got excited about being connected through matching bracelets" and immediately thought that you're going to have some thoughts.

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeQE7KSk/

Oh my god. No, I hadn't seen this video until now, but thank you SO much for sending it to me! I'll post a clip of the most pertinent part about what Michael said below, but I urge folks to check out the whole thing on Tiktok, as this is the woman who made the bracelets we saw David wearing at the Proud Nerd Con last weekend:

My first immediate reaction after seeing/hearing this was utter disbelief and delight, coupled with a complete lack of surprise because...Michael. If there is anyone who could channel "15-year-old girl during the last week of summer camp" energy, it is Michael. It's also terribly bittersweet and yet somehow fitting knowing that we're nearing the end of Michael's time in London--which I think we can now refer to as Shennant Summer, at least in Australia, though the last six months were technically the winter here.

(My second thought was that I feel like we're a hell of a lot closer than ever before to my imaginings of Michael and David getting complementing tattoos somehow manifesting into reality...)

But...my god. I don't think any of us could picture Michael and David not being connected in some way, even if/when they're not in the same city, and yet the thought of Michael wanting to have some tangible reminder of David with him always is doing things to my heart that may necessitate the use of defibrillators. I feel like this is some kind of reverse Parent Trap situation where Michael is going to "accidentally" pack one of the Tennant kids in his suitcase, which will mean David will have to go to Wales to collect his wayward offspring, and then the next thing you know they're on a yacht drinking Champagne while "I Love You (For Sentimental Reasons)" plays in the background.

I think what is so incredible to me is that we know how soft (in the best way possible) Michael is, but to know that he's specifically gotten that way over David--that he holds David in that deep heart space--is achingly beautiful. I know a lot of folks will say that this is giving all of the "friendship bracelet" and "besties" vibes, but I really don't think it's much of a stretch to think that it could be something more. Everything about this just feels so romantic at this point that, in my opinion, it would seem almost ludicrous to not consider it a possibility. Because right now, neither Michael nor David appear to be holding back, and I'm so here for it.

Thank you again so much for sending this my way. I'd love to hear what everyone else thinks, so please feel free to add your thoughts in the comments. Thanks for writing in! x