#glad to see he has his fanboy t-shirt

[r-aindr0p]

This absolute loser (affectionate)

[abodyfromthebalcony]

The day that I met you I started dreaming

Pairing: Hughie Campbell x Reader Wordcount: 1.4K words Summary: after a long mission you and hughie go to your motel room and realise it only has one bed! Fluff ensues! A/N:Hughie my cancer moon boy!!! Fluffy one bed fic <3 First fic in a while had a lot of fun with this! rbs and comments are greatly appreciated

“Shit.” You say letting out a sigh. After hours of being out on a mission chasing down a supe Butcher thinks might lead to Homelander, all you want to do is crash on your motel bed and forget about everything. For the past several weeks the only way to get away from all the stress of trying to take down Vought, was sleep. A sleep deep enough that makes you forget about your life is all you need, but when you walk into your motel room you’re sharing with Hughie you see only one king sized bed. 

“Oh shit.” Hughie says when he walks into the room. His eyes dart from the bed to you and back to the bed. He immediately looks stressed 

“Who was in charge of booking the rooms?” You ask. “Uh Butcher I think?” Hughie says putting his duffle bag on the bed. ”Fuck” You mumble under your breath. 

Butcher knows you like Hughie, he teases you about it constantly but Hughie is still none the wiser to your crush on him.

You feel very embarrassed about how you feel about him. You’re supposed to be a badass, cut throat, supe killer but god when he enters the room you just melt.

The way he can come up with a unique solution for any problem when you’re on a mission, the way he can make you smile even when things seem hopeless, his stupid Billy Joel shirts, the way no matter how bad it gets he still tries to do the right thing, it all has made you fall head over heals. 

Butcher has picked up on this and has set you and hughie up in a motel room with only one bed. Either he is making fun of you or he’s giving you a push, regardless of which it is you are going to kill him for this later. You throw your bag onto the floor and fall onto the bed. You look back to Hughie, he has tensed up every muscle in his body.

 “Do you want to switch rooms or something? I can go ask the group if anyone wants to switch with me, I don't want to make you uncomfortable” Hughie says, sort of rambling.“No, no, it's ok. If I’m sharing a bed with anyone I’m glad it's you.” Your heart drops, realizing what you just said. “Um I mean like I’m glad It's not like Butcher or M.M. they both snore super loud you know ha ha..” Good save. 

“And hey maybe we can watch a movie or something before we get some rest? Maybe plus one, the new scream movie or maybe a hunger games rewatch?” you say as you start taking off your boots. “I'd love to but I do smell like um…” “Like shit?” “Yes, yes like shit so I’ll be taking the longest shower I've ever taken but how about tomorrow?” He says, smiling at you. “Yes, definitely, I would love that.” You say, smiling back. 

When he leaves to take his shower you change into an oversized t-shirt and pajama bottoms and get into the bed. Your heart is beating out of your chest, you’re left fantasizing about Hughie. You hear the sound of the shower and Hughie humming “uptown girl” in the bathroom. You think about the water hitting his smooth skin, his fingers running through his wet hair.. 

You try to shake off your fantasies by switching on the tv, there’s nothing on that you're very interested in but it occupies your mind. The motel itself is dingy and cold but it was better than the pawn shop basement. You focus on the tv and the state of the motel until Hughie comes out of the bathroom. 

He’s wearing flannel pajama bottoms and one of his many billy Joel t-shirts. “How many Billy Joel shirts do you own?” You tease. “What, do you not think my collection is cool?” He jokes “Is the fanboy thing not working for you?” “Oh of course it is! How could a girl not be turned on by a guy who is obsessed with Billy Joel?” You both laugh before Hughie says “Really I can sleep on the floor if you want.” “No hughie we both need the rest and again i really don't mind sharing a bed” Hughie turns off the lights and shuffles into the bed.

You try to close your eyes for a couple of minutes but you can’t sleep, knowing that Hughie is right beside you. When you open your eyes you see Hughie has practically shimmied his body to the very edge of the bed to give you as much space as possible. You roll your eyes lovingly. “You can come closer Hughie I’m not going to bite your arm off, I’m not Butcher.” You half joke but you do really want him to come closer. “Are you... Are you sure?” Hughie says turning over to face you. “Yeah of course. If you stay there you’re going to fall off.” You say as confidently as possible but you are terrified of doing something wrong or something that makes him uncomfortable.

He moves a couple of inches but still so far away. “Oh cmon, you can’t be serious.” You say. He gives you a puzzled look before you grab him and pull him to the center of the bed. “Oh well if that's how it is i'll just take up the whole bed.” He laughs, moving himself even closer to you. “Yes exactly!” you giggle. You move yourself even closer. “See super comfortable!” you say still laughing. He presses his forehead against yours “how about this? Is this close enough?” He says sarcastically, you both giggle “Yes perfect thank you goodnight.” You say as you turn your back to him, still pressed against each other 

He’s so close to you now. You smell that strawberry kids shampoo he’s always using and that axe body spray he uses to cover up the stench of blood after missions. It's honestly very endearing. Just being near him brings a wave of calm over you. He has always made you feel safe just by being in the room with you. Being this close feels like the world has stopped in its tracks. No Vought to worry about, no compound v, no supes just you and him lying beside each other. 

Suddenly you feel his hand on your shoulder and his arm around your other shoulder. He holds you, resting his head against the back of your head. You can feel his heart beating fast in tandem with yours. You lie there in silence for several minutes as you try and summon up the courage to say how you feel but you’re afraid if you say the quiet part out loud this will all stop. All the joking around during missions when you know you should be working, all the singing songs loudly enough to annoy M.M. on long car rides and more than anything these quiet moments, you are so scared to lose all of it. But he's holding you and it feels right. So you say it.

“I really like you Hughie” You say turning to him, there's a beat of silence where Hughie tries to form words but can't find what to say ��It's ok you don’t have to say anything i… I know it’s a lot.” you say trying to reassure him. “I just… I really really like you too and I don’t want to lose you. It feels like… whenever I get close to people something bad happens to them.” He says

 “You won't lose me, I promise. I’m all in.” You say holding his face, even in the dark you’re admiring every inch of his face. He lets out a breath “Is it ok if I kiss you?” He says, your heart skips a beat, you nod, he leans into you, kissing your lips, you lay one hand on his chest, one hand running through his still damp hair, kissing him back, it all just feels right. 

 You don’t know how this is going to work in the morning. You know it's going to complicate everything, you know at the very least the rest of the team are never going to get off your ass about it if you ever tell them. At worst vought will use it against the both of you but.. Right now you don’t care. Right now it’s just you and him.

“Could we maybe stay like this until morning.” You ask. “Yeah.. yeah sure.. I’d really like that.” Hughie says. You can hear a slight smile in his voice. For the rest of the night he holds you close and doesn’t let go. 

You both get the best sleep either of you have had in weeks.

[cycat4077]

Three Weeks In

So, I’m writing a series. Cute, fluffy ideas kept popping into my head and rather than making a new character/backstory for each one-shot, I decided to keep the universe I set up in Changes which is basically all the canon-SVU events but Sonny has a loving relationship behind the scenes. Let’s face it, the boy deserves happiness. It’s not necessary to read my other story first unless you want the backstory of the reader character and how they got together with Sonny. I’ll try to keep things chronological and weave in SVU events if I can. My OCD is forcing me to make sure the dates are all correct (ex: Sonny can’t be with the reader if he’s supposed to be upstate investigating a lead.) So tah-dah! I present thee with the second installment of the “Changes” series which is set immediately after 17x09, Depravity Standard, and begins on Nov 23rd 2015 (the day before Thanksgiving). It may be crap, but I hope you enjoy anyway!

Words: 2296 Warnings: none Pairing: Sonny x Reader Summary: Three weeks into dating Sonny and he already wants you to meet his family… AO3 here

Some days you actually have to pinch yourself as a reminder that your life is real. It’s been three weeks since Sonny showed up to your class. Three weeks since the two of you confessed your feelings. And three weeks of dating Sonny. While your schedules didn’t allow for a lot of one-on-one time, the two of you keep in touch and steal away for dinner whenever you can.

A steady beeping sound rouses you from your sleep and you roll over to shut off your alarm. The sun is starting to peek through the curtains, signalling a new day. Glancing at your phone screen, you smile.

Mornin’, doll. Have a great day! Talk to you later xoxo

Everyday you wake up to a text from Sonny and, though a seemingly small gesture, your heart aches in the best possible way from knowing he cares. You unplug the device and lay back in bed, phone perched on your chest.

Morning, Sonny. Hope you have a great day too and stay safe! xoxo

As you hit send, you imagine him smiling at his desk when the message comes in. You get ready for class and head out, a spring in your step while you journey to campus. Sonny texts you back around lunchtime with a message saying that he should be free tonight. He asks if you’d be up for having dinner and you eagerly accept. That evening you put on a nice outfit, fix your hair and set out to meet your date at a nearby restaurant. But SVU work can be unpredictable. You were made very aware of that during your summer there. One day could be quiet while the next could be so busy that you didn’t know whether the detectives were coming or going. So understandably, this line of work would sometimes force Sonny to be late. Nevertheless, if he was, he would apologize profusely and you would always reassure him that you understood. Tonight however, as you wait alone inside the restaurant lobby, Sonny is later than he’s ever been before. Not only that, but he hasn’t even sent you a message to confirm that he was caught up. His silence has you worried. You crane your neck towards the door once more before sending him a quick text:

Hey. Hope everything is okay.

Not a moment later your phone vibrates.

Shit. Sorry, doll. I’ll be there in 15.

You breathe a sigh of relief knowing he’s safe but then your gut knots when the alternative creeps into your mind. Restaurant patrons pass you by and the hostess keeps glaring while you’re standing there. They’ve seen it all before: a girl left waiting for a date who doesn’t show. You look up and let out a shaky sigh, hoping that Sonny hadn’t simply forgotten you. Practically 15 minutes on the nose from his text, a rather frantic looking Sonny comes barreling through the restaurant door. His winter jacket is unbuttoned and you can see his badge still clipped to his suit underneath. He hasn’t had time to change. “Hey,” he breathes out with apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry. I shoulda texted you. It’s just Rollins -” Sonny takes a breath, chest heaving. He must have ran here. “She had a scare today. There were complications with her labor. Luckily, she made it though n’ delivered a healthy baby girl, but Lieu and I stayed there with her for a while. She’s gettin’ some rest now and Fin is gonna check up on her later.” Immediately you flood with relief. “I’m glad she and the baby are alright,” you say, “and I’m glad nothing had happened to you either.” “You dunno know how sorry I am for not lettin’ you know what was goin’ on. I shoulda texted. But things got hectic and we were all pretty worried about her…” “Sonny,” you cut off his rambling and force him to meet your eyes. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. Like I said, I’m glad Rollins is fine and I’m also glad she wasn’t alone through all this.” Sonny looks back at you and takes a breath. Your words seem to calm him right down. He smiles. “You’re amazin’.” You blush. “Back at you, but I’m starved.” He chuckles and the two of you approach the hostess. She grabs your menus but rolls her eyes as she turns to lead you to your table. She seats you at a little booth in the corner, Sonny taking your coat before you sit down. You braved wearing a knee-length dress despite the November weather and are rewarded by an expression of awe from Sonny when he sees it. “You look beautiful, doll,” he compliments, drinking you in. “And here I am, lookin’ shabby in comparison.” A little tired, yes. But shabby? Never. Sonny’s dark hair is still combed back and he’s wearing a tasteful burgundy tie over a white pinstripe shirt. You lean in and peck him on the cheek. “You always look handsome to me.” The two of you order and share a drink, happy to finally be catching up. “Shadowin’ Barba was fantastic!” exclaims Sonny through a mouthful of bread. “He’s so polished in his delivery n’ so sharp at findin’ the littlest things to drive it all home to the jury!” “Fanboy alert!” you joke. “Guilty!” he grins, raising his fork in surrender. “But I learn so much from him and it gives me new ideas for doin’ my written assignments.” “I’m happy for you, Sonny. You work so hard and you deserve every ounce of success you earn.” You truly can’t help the pride you feel for him. “Aww, thanks, doll. That means a lot.” Sonny gazes at you with the utmost affection and you nearly melt in your seat. “Say, what’s new with you? Anythin’ excitin’ in the ol’ biology class?” “Same old, same old,” you shrug. “Just gave the second midterm back to the students, so I expect a lot of office visits from them on Monday.” “You don’t have ta work or take emails over the holiday, do ya?” asks Sonny, pushing food around his plate absentmindedly. “Nope. Why?” You sense there’s something more to his inquiry. “Well, I was wonderin’…now, I know it’s short notice ‘cause I wasn’t even sure I’d be able to get off myself, but I was wonderin’ if…if you’d like to spend Thanksgiving with me at my parents’ place?” Sonny looks up. It’s the most hopeful expression you’ve ever seen on him. “I..uh…” you’re lost for words. You want to scream out ’YES!’ at the top of your lungs but at the same time it’s not that easy. “Sonny, that’s t-tomorrow. And it’s also your family time. I wouldn’t want to intrude on them.” “You wouldn’t be intrudin’! My ma’s been askin’ to meet my girlfriend n’ even said to ’make sure you bring her over for Thanksgiving’.” Your voice goes quiet. “I’m your…g-girlfriend?” The word floors you. Most guys don’t want to dive head first into labeling relationships, especially not after only three weeks. But here is Sonny Carisi, happily calling you his girlfriend and wanting you to meet his family. “Yeah, of course doll,” he answers a little perplexed. “We’re datin’ aren’t we?” Sonny fixes his gaze on you, trying to read what you’re feeling. You shake your head to snap yourself out of it. “Yes, y-yes. It’s just that…Never mind. I’d love to spend Thanksgiving with your family!” An uncontrolled smile spreads across your face and you’re pretty sure it makes you look like a complete dork. If it does, Sonny doesn’t point it out, but instead reaches across the table to hold your hand. He too is smiling from ear to ear like you’ve made him the happiest man alive. Suddenly your smile drops. “What?” questions Sonny. “What time will you be heading out tomorrow?” “Uh, well, I was thinkin’ we could get there for ‘round four o'clock. Time enough to introduce ya to everyone before we eat?” “Four?! That doesn’t give me much time to make anything!” you gulp. “Make somethin’? Doll, my mother wouldn’t want you to bring anythin’. Believe me, she cooks for a small army.” “Sonny. You can’t show up to someone’s house for dinner empty handed.” Sonny opens his mouth to argue, but you shush him instead. “How many people are gonna be there?” Conceding, he sets down his utensils, freeing his hands to count. “Well, there’s gonna be mom, dad, me, you, Bella n’ Tommy. Their little one doesn’t eat the good stuff yet, so I won’t count her.” Sonny unfolds that finger. “Then there’s Resa and Mia and Gina. Maybe a plus one for Gina, but who the hell knows with her.” Looking down at his two hands, he raises them to show you. “Should be nine altogether.” Good to know because you were going to be up early the next morning baking. -x- You don’t realize your knee is bouncing until Sonny reaches over and places a warm hand on it. “Don’t be nervous, doll. My family is gonna love you.” You turn your head towards him, flashing a weak smile. Sitting in idle traffic is only making your nerves worse. “Trust me. Besides, ya even baked fresh bread rolls on short notice. They’re gonna disown me and keep you instead.” Sonny taps your knee reassuringly before returning his hand to the steering wheel. The Carisis live in a quaint little suburban house complete with a petite yard and front porch stoop. It seems small for a family of six, yet still cozy and welcoming. You can’t imagine Sonny growing up anywhere else. Sonny leads you up the steps and knocks on the door. It instantly flies open and a short woman with grey hair greets the two of you with open arms. “Sonny!” she coos, scooping her boy in for a hug. Sonny plants his mother a kiss before introducing you. “Hellooo! Welcome, hon,” exclaims Mrs. Carisi as she ushers you into her home. The place smells delectable. If someone asked you describe the scent of Thanksgiving, you would say ‘the Carisi household’. “I’m so happy you could make it! Y'know, Sonny has told me so much about ya and I’m glad that boy finally got the nerve to - ” “Ma!” blurts Sonny, flashing his mother a warning look. Sonny must have spent those months apart dwelling over you, just as you had done over him. “What?! It’s true, honey,” defends the Carisi matriarch before turning back to you. “Whateva. You just make yourself at home dear. We’re all family here.” “Thank you, Mrs. Carisi,” you say sincerely. You’d never been so instantly accepted by another family. After sharing a hug with Sonny’s mother, you are swarmed by the rest of the Carisis. Sonny introduces you to his father first, who gives you a solid nod. Next is Bella, bouncing a tiny infant with Tommy by her side. Theresa and a shy Mia chime in a ‘hello’ before a solo Gina caps off the meet-and-greet. Mrs. Carisi is over the moon when you hand over your baking and the bread rolls end up being a major success. In true Italian fashion, the Thanksgiving spread is full of flavor with Sonny’s mother sparing no expense in variety or quantity. Everyone joins in saying grace before dinner and, though not a common practice in your house growing up, you don’t mind linking hands with Sonny and Gina while Mr. Carisi leads the family in giving thanks. Because you do have a lot to be thankful for: a great job, an incredible boyfriend and now a whole new family to spend time with. The rest of the meal is occupied by sharing in conversation, fond memories and laughter. You find it all sort of surreal. During the summer Sonny had entertained you with tales of this very family: How they could get on one another’s nerves but that at the end of the day still loved each other. And this is exactly what you see before you. Maybe it’s a light buzz from the wine, but you feel all warm and fuzzy as the chatter of the Carisis surround you. Eventually the evening winds down and everyone seems to be groaning over how full their tummies are. You know you’ve eaten too much but wouldn’t have it any other way. “The food was absolutely delicious, Mrs. Carisi. Thank you all for having me,” you say appreciatively, looking at everyone in turn. “Our pleasure, hon,” smiles Sonny’s mother sweetly. “Know that you’re welcome here anytime.” She clasps your hands in hers and gives them a few quick pats. You say your reluctant goodbyes before you and Sonny head to his car. Once inside, he looks at you. “So?” “Your family is wonderful, Sonny and I had a great time.” This makes him flush with pride. “Glad to hear it, doll. Sometimes they can be a bit much, but they mean well.” He turns the key in the ignition and his car grumbles to life. The two of you wave as he backs out of the driveway. Once you’re cruising down Arden avenue, Sonny pipes up again. “Y'don’t have any more of them rolls, do ya? I didn’t know you were such a good cook.” You let out a laugh. “I’m not that good. For every two-dozen there’s about a dozen that come out flat and ugly. But if you’re indifferent to what they look like, then I can hook you up with the rejects.” You wink just as the car passes beneath the glow of a streetlamp in hopes Sonny will catch it. He grins. “I don’t mind. Besides, it gives me a good excuse to walk ya to your door 'n steal a kiss goodnight.”

-x-

I have a bunch of ideas planned, the next being x-mas (wrong time of year, I know) but I just have to check dates from the episodes. Let me know if you’d be interested in more of these stories and any feedback would be loved!

Next part here!

[tarithenurse]

Orphan - Chapter 8

Starring:  Fem!Reader and MCU characters! Contents: Spoilers for Endgame!! Some serious stuff. Some fluffy stuff. Some sad stuff. A/N: This is a bit shorter chapter, but dude did I love writing it. Ehehehehe. PREVIOUS CHAPTERS can be found on the masterlist. Thanks for likes and reblogs and comments <3

8. We stan

There are fans and then there are über fanboys. Among the latter it’s possible to find not just Nathaniel but Cooper, too, both of them staring at the two WW2 soldiers like it’s the first superheroes they have ever seen. The guests do take it very well, trying to keep up the polite conversation with Clint (who obviously knows them) and Laura who is managing to contain the amusement at watching the kids and their dad’s slight jealousy – not because he isn’t a hero, however being their dad is the category he get’s labeled under instead. To spear Steve and James some of the embarrassment, Lila makes sure to haul the boys away from the table as soon as they’re done eating.

“So, how’ve you settled in?” Steve ask, finally turning his attention fully to you.

A corner of you goes a little bit crazy with amazement over the fact that Captain fucking America is talking to you. Be cool. “Pretty good, I think,” you smile sort of in his direction but mostly at your plate, “I’m grateful I’ve gotten to stay here‘ntil I’m back on track…” Laura’s hand squeezes your shoulder briefly, and you know she’s trying to tell you it’s no problem.

“Any thoughts on whatcha want?” Somehow the Captain makes the question sound like he cares and it damn near melts you. “Where d’you wanna go?”

“I’ve kinda been looking at rentals in the city already…for when I’m allowed to leave.” This isn’t news to Laura, and you hear her quiet hum in agreement from where’s she’s bend over the dishwasher. “I wanna finish at uni…’s bout time, right?” Fuck that smile is perfect.

You have to move your attention from Steven when he’s buddy pipes in: “In New York? I’m trying to find a place too…maybe we can help each other out?” A faint blush spreads to his cheeks for a second. “I mean keeping an eye on adds and stuff…you pro’ly know the city better than I do now.”

“Not sure…things’ve changed whi- after the Snappening.”

“True,” he concedes, “betcha not as much as since ’43.”

The comment makes his co-heroes laugh and Laura laugh. You get it, of course, but what can you do to help him? Still, you promise to keep an eye out for a place suitable for a couple of guys.

“No no, just me! Steve’s my best friend since f’ever, alright, but I ain’t gonna stand being ‘roun him 24/7.”

“You’re the one who snores.”

“Well you take hou–“

Thankfully, Laura interrupts their friendly bickering with steaming much of coffee and pie for dessert.

…

Having said the goodbyes and goodnights, it comes as a surprise when someone knocks on the door to your room. What’s even more startling is that it’s Steve standing there, sheepishly twirling a cell phone in those strong hands.

“I uuh…” he begins, about as coherently as your thoughts are, “I just…’m glad you doing fine and I know Clint an-and Laura will help ya with anythin’…”

“They’ve been really nice, yeah.”

For some reason the man blushes, making him look younger – well, age’s relative when it comes to a man that look to be around 30, technically is born 105 years ago while having been unfrozen for a bit less than half of that. Or something. A corner of your brain continues down the track of calculating ages, but most of your focus is applied to the conversation.

“Is…? Are you looking for a place, too?”

“What? Oh, no…no I got a-a place, Bucky’s crashing with me.” Furrowed brows hide the gorgeous eyes before he meets your gaze. “I’ve got some contacts, so I might be able to find you somewhere good ‘nd affordable…if y’wanna.”

Two heroes on the case…daymn. “Suuure…that’d be cool. I dunno when I can move though.” Hint! Hint!

“We’re working on it. But’s fair to say you can look at enrolling at Uni and…stuff…”

“Oh.” What?

Everything, also known as your life, has been on hold since you got caught spying on your biological father’s funeral so the idea of finally moving on is odd. Your belly does a swoop before settling down with heavy feeling. Mostly, you’re happy at the idea of getting on with your plans, but you also feel a bit sad because it means you will have to say goodbye to the Barton’s who you’ve accidentally ended up liking. More than liking. Always cheerful Nathaniel, who welcomed you with open arms; Lila, who comes to you with tea or hot chocolate to gossip and talk about school or friends; Cooper, perhaps more quiet, but often picking your brain when it comes to homework; Laura, who never hesitated to let you into the home and lives she was (is) trying to rebuild for her family while doing the best she can to be there for her husband through the loss of friends.

“[Y/N]…” Steve says softly, and you look up at him but see nothing but a blur. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Strong hands pull you gently into a hug so warm you can’t help but feel safe. Safe enough to let go of all the worries, both past and present, in the form of a steady stream of tears while the man hold you and strokes your hair. There’s no reason to talk, to try to explain. He knows.

It takes a few minutes before you manage to stop crying, and during that time you’re vaguely aware of someone approaching and leaving again. Laura? Eventually, though, you can breathe in a newfound calm freely, realizing for the first time how much energy you’ve been devoting to worrying – not that you have all the answers now, but at least Steven Grant Rogers are telling you things are going to be fine. Of course you believe him.

Pulling back a bit, you see how the grey t-shirt has a huge stain from your tears, and you try to apologize only to be stopped with the reasoning that it’s just water and it will dry. Thank gods for waterproof mascara! It’s with reluctance you step back as he releases you from the embrace.

“If you don’t wanna live alone at first then you can crash at my place.” The words are hurried, proving the man is somewhat shy. “I mean…if…uhm…”

He’s kidding…it doesn’t look like it’s a joke though. “That…that might be nice, actually…thanks.”

You mean every word, afraid of what thoughts will come to you at night if you were by yourself instead of a house full of life and, well, friends. And you still want to get on, find momentum once more and reclaim…something. Bright eyes are staring at you with equal parts delight and terror before Captain America does an awkward little bow and then rushes down the stairs, leaving you with a tingle at the back of the knees as if you want to follow. It’s Captain America, the inner voice of reason miffs, everyone wants to follow him.

Logical thoughts or not, you can’t shake the image of his smile as you go to bed, and you end up thinking more about that man than Pepper Potts and your future until sleep finally overpowers you, bringing with it dreams strong arms holding you, and tender lips searching for yours.​

[rdmfavcpls]

Breaking News

Title: Breaking News

Category: Digimon

Rating: T

Pairing: Ami/Arata

Summary: Arata wants to go to a convention about reporters. Ami tries to talk him out of it, but they still end up going. He finds out why she was so hesitant later.

Prompt: “I really wish you’d told me your mother was in town.”

Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Digimon

Author’s Note: I’m just throwing this out here but for some reason, this story I am very proud of. I don’t know why, but every time I reread it I just felt proud. I haven’t felt this proud in my stories in a long time.

~~Story Begins~~

“Please, Ami,” Arata said. “I just want to go to one’s person’s talk. After that, we can leave.”

Ami stared at Arata. His face did not match the desperation that was showing in his grey eyes and his long black shaggy hair only highlighted the intensity of his grey eyes. “We can’t go next year?” she said hopefully.

She already knew the answer.

“No. Yukino only shows up to these conventions once every five years because of how busy she is. This year has been her biggest year since she started,” Arata said.

“I’m sure it will be uploaded online,” she said. 

“It won’t have the same feel. Why are you doing this?”

Because I don’t want you to leave me.

Ami closed her eyes for a second. She knew that her fear and anxiety would show in her ocean blue eyes and while her flaming red hair would be able to hide her eyes, it would be weird for her to suddenly take her hair out of its side pony. 

“Fine,” she said with a sigh that allowed her emotions to escape. A sigh that Arata picked up on. “I’ll go with you, but I won’t go to Yukino’s speech.”

I can’t destroy the image that everyone has for her. I could never measure up to her.

“Ami, is something the matter?” Arata said. 

“Nope, everything is okay. I’m just disappointed I’ll miss the biggest episode of my soap opera,” Ami said. “I could sneak out and watch it while you listen to Yukino’s speech.”

She didn’t see Arata’s furrowed brow. “Ami, you don’t even watch soap operas,” he said. “Besides, Yukino’s speech isn’t scheduled at any of the times that soap operas come on.”

“Summer assignment.  Need to watch three episodes and do a character study on all of the major characters,” Ami said. 

“Okay, and you plan on doing this during Yukino’s speech?” 

“It will give me something to do since I know she’s the only one speaking at that time,” Ami said. “This way you can stay longer and -”

“As much as I would love to get her autograph, I’m not that patient to wait in line,” Arata said. “You really don’t want to go, do you?”

“Not really,” Ami said. 

He kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

~~Digimon~~

“You know, you didn’t have to dress up,” Arata said glad he had his hood up to hide his ears. 

“What?  You don’t like it?” Ami said as she poked his side. Her yellow shirt was replaced with a white shirt that had no sleeves and ruffles in the front and a black skirt.

“I never said that,” Arata said. “Shall we go?”

“Of course,” Ami said with a smile.

~~Digimon~~

Ami stayed close to Arata’s side. She had a tendency of getting lost in places like these, but she also trying to avoid someone.

She didn’t want her to see them.

“You okay?” Arata said. 

“Yeah, why? Oh, am I getting too close to you?” Ami said. She took a couple steps away from him.  “Sorry.”

Arata watched her. People did surround them, but he doesn’t know who they are and they are too busy in their own conversations to pay attention. He knows Ami is a saint, someone who deserves a man (or woman) that is a lot better than him, but he’s selfish. He’s been selfish the entire year that they’ve dated and she’s been patient.

She has the brightest smile on her face when she was allowed to poke him in order to tease or get his attention. She accepts his small kisses on her forehead and knows that is his way of saying ‘I love you’ because he’s too much of a coward to say them to her. 

Next month they will have their one-year anniversary and he hasn’t properly kissed her yet.

“Arata?” Ami said in a small voice.

He reached over and grabbed her hand to pull her back to him. The grip of his hand didn’t loosen or change when she was too stunned to try and ask him if he was sure. He did use this moment to intertwined his fingers in between hers.

“You wasn’t too close. I know how easy it is to lose you in crowds like this for some reason,” Arata said as he allowed her to see the pink on his cheeks which meant his ears were red. “I know you didn’t want to come here, but you seem like you are in a room filled with predators and that you are prey.”

“Ah. Sorry. I didn’t think it was that obvious,” Ami said.

“Is there someone here who you are trying to avoid?”

Ami nodded her head and swallowed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you really wanted to go,” Ami said with a smile. “As long as I keep an eye out, I’m 60% sure that if I see her, I can escape before she notices me.”

“Is this person dangerous?”

“Oh! You should get going so you can have a good seat for Yukino’s talk.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll work on my soap opera project,” Ami said. She leaned up and kissed his cheek before she walked away.

Arata felt her hand pull away and he watched her walk away. He frowns. He didn’t realize that the person who she was avoiding would be here or that they were dangerous. He looked at his hand before he shoved it in his pocket. He was already missing the feel of her small, smooth, delicate hand in his own oversized hand.

~~Digimon~~

“That was super amazing!” Arata said. 

He was walking next to Ami and they were heading back to his apartment. 

“Yukino is so amazing and cool. Not only is she a hard-core overseas reporter, but she is also a big fan of history and video games!”

“I’m glad you had fun,” Ami said.

“Thank you so much for coming with me. You really should have listened to Yukino’s talk. Your mother is a reporter, isn’t she?”

“Yes, why?”

“Yukino gave a lot of notes over how to be the best reporter and everyone was taking notes!” Arata said as his pace quickened so he walked ahead of her.

He was still talking about Yukino’s talk and Ami knew he was in his fanboy state, but it hurt. Because he was talking about Yukino. Just like her past boyfriends.

She’s only had three boyfriends in her 21 years of life, but she’s left the last two because of Yukino. The little voices of self-doubt and jealousy whispered in the back of her mind that she had tried to ignore. 

“I love Yukino!” Arata said.

Ami stopped in her tracks as the voices yelled inside of her head. She stared at Arata’s back as he kept walking. It was the first time she has ever heard him say that the L word.

Love.

It wasn’t directed towards a fictional character or a historical person. It wasn’t aimed at one of his family members or her. It was being aimed at Yukino.

A celebrity, a tough reporter that wouldn’t stop until they got their answers, a well-respected woman around the world, a fighter for many things, and a survivor of cancer. 

Her own mother.

“Ami?”  Arata said as he turned around to look at her when he noticed she wasn’t beside him. “Ami, are you okay?”

“What? No, I’m sorry,” Ami said. She grabbed her left arm. “I just remembered that I have an errand I needed to get done today.”

Arata narrowed his eyes as she grabbed her arm. It was a sign that she was lying that he wasn’t sure if she knew it or not.

“Sorry, I got to go,” Ami said and ran off.

“Ami! Wait!” Arata yelled. 

She was already lost in a crowd of people. He couldn’t see her red hair anywhere and no one was being pushed or shoved out of the way.

~~Digimon~~

“Has any of you seen or heard from Ami?” Arata said as he reread his message before he sent it in a group chat. He sat his digivice down on the table and paced. 

It’s been two weeks since Ami ran off. Their year anniversary was coming up and he hasn’t seen or heard from Ami except for when she messaged him that she couldn’t make it to their date. He’s tried to hack her digivice, but it was offline.

He picked up his digivice up as soon as a series of beeps sounded.

Yuugo: Not recently, why?

Yuuko: I believe I saw her at Akihabara last week,

Yuuko: She looked pale and showed signs of crying.

At least, Yuuko saw her. He didn’t like her description of his usually cheery and bright girlfriend. However, Nokia hasn’t responded yet. She’s usually the one who knows about Ami whereabouts or condition. The one who Ami goes to whenever they have a fight.

Arata: Nokia?

Nokia: ...Can you erase all traces of this conversation? 

Yuugo: Why?

Yuuko: It is possible. 

“Please,” Arata whispered. “Please tell me that she’s okay.”

Nokia: Try her apartment.

Arata: I already did. She’s not there.

Nokia: Try again. You might’ve missed her. Just be gentle when you see her.

Nokia: She’s hurting.

Arata: Thank you

~~Digimon~~

Ami yawned as she stood by the escalator on the first floor. She always enjoyed spending time with her mother, but so much as happened and she’s drained. 

It didn’t help that she cried the first two nights her mom was back. Then they were busy baking that Ami believes she will have the smell of sugar, butter, and spices linger on her for a good month. 

Her mother was a reporter and knew that Ami was hiding something and with Ami’s past experiences, she knew it was a boy problem. Yukino had to tell Ami something important as well so she took Ami out for shopping which was a mistake because her agent saw them and - 

Ami rubbed her temples as she felt a headache approaching and the pain medication wearing off. 

The agent crossed the line. He had grabbed Ami and shoved her against the wall. He had his phone out, ready to call the police because she was one of Yukino’s fans that got way too close when her mom got in control and fired him on the spot.

Than after Ami got checked out at the hospital and Yukino spoiled her and drowned her in love and apologizes. Yukino had to start the search for a new agent that WAS approved by Ami and would understand that Yukino cannot have a big workload since cancer has started its battle with her again. 

“I need to remember to spoil Nokia soon,” Ami said as she continued to rub her temples. 

Nokia was the only person who Ami leaned on at this time. She wasn’t going to fault Arata for his feelings over Yukino. She was interesting and hardcore to all of her viewers. Everyone loves her and Ami is nothing like her.

She also wasn’t going to fault her mother because her TV personality was still a part of her. She went to unscripted TV reporter from zero to one second when her ex-agent picked her up. Her mother was also a doting and lovable mother that always prided Ami has her biggest achievement and the best reward she ever received. 

So, Nokia listened to her in a digicall as she cried and spilled all of her insecurities she always had about herself. Nokia learned about Ami’s past boyfriends and the internal struggle she has between seeing Yukino at events and avoiding her at events because of how she’ll act.

Nokia learned about her insecurities she felt with her relationship with Arata. She refuses to pressure Arata to do something that he felt uncomfortable doing just to push some of her own insecurities away.

Nokia took it all with a willing ear, a late night ice cream snack, cinnamon whiskey, and surprised comments (You’ve been dating a year and he hasn’t kissed you yet?  Before you say it, kissing on the forehead doesn’t count.” “Hold up! You’ve been dating for a year and you haven’t heard him tell you that he loves you even though you say it almost all the time to him?” “Why wasn’t I informed of this earlier? Someone needs to tell him to man up and if he doesn’t then I call  dibs on taking you away from him.”) with stride and promises not to tell anyone of her troubles. 

That is until Ami and Arata get married and Nokia gives the maid of honor speech. It is also because of Nokia that Ami isn’t going to break up with Arata yet. Her own mother seems confused over Arata as well and told Ami to give him another chance.

“Ami!” she heard a familiar voice say.

She turned her head to face the person, but she was engulfed in a hug. Her chin was resting on a white-clothed shoulder and black hair was seen out of the corner of her eye. 

“Thank heavens that you are okay,”  Arata said. “You lied to me and then ran away. You kept canceling on me and I couldn’t track your digivice. Kyoko said that you had two weeks off and I couldn’t find you at any of your usual places.”

Ami didn’t say a word. She was stunned but she registered Arata’s comments.

Arata pulled back to look at Ami and she blinked. He looked as tired as she felt physically and mentally. His hair was always a mess, but it looked more of a mess and small bags were under his eyes and his grey eyes looked exhausted, but there was relief and happiness in them.

“Ami?”

“Sorry, give me a minute,” Ami said with a smile. “I’m in shock over you hugging me.”

Arata pulled Ami back into a hug. “I thought I lost you,” Arata said into her hair.

Maybe Nokia knew something Ami didn’t because this wasn’t how he usually acts. It couldn’t be because he was worried about her. 

“I didn’t mean to make you worry,” Ami said. “I’ve been busy and I was going to message you today.”

“I’ve been trying to find you,” Arata said. He pulled away from her a little bit. “I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” Ami said. “Oh! Lily said you have a package waiting for you at the bookstore!”

“Why?” Arata said. “I haven’t pre-ordered anything for a while.”

Ami shrugged and held back a painful groan. “I’m just letting you know the message.” Arata grabbed Ami’s hand. “Huh?” 

“You’re coming with me,” Arata said. “Please.”

Ami smiled. “Fine, I’ll go with you, but I am not going inside.”

“Why?”

“You know that I have an addiction to books,”  Ami said. She went to grab the railing for the escalator only to wince in pain. “Ow.”

“What happened? Are you hurt? Nokia said that you were hurting.” 

“I’m fine,” Ami said. “I just have some sore muscles in my back.” She tried to move her hand away from his but he only tightened his grip.

Arata looked at her like he didn’t believe her. He nodded. “Okay, we’ll take the escalator and before you ask, no, I’m not letting your hand go. Why did you run off two weeks ago?”

Ami paled as they rode the escalator. 

“Ami.”

“It’s stupid, really,” Ami said as they got off the escalator. 

“You don’t just run off because of something stupid. That’s Nokia’s department.”

“Oh! That was quick,” the lady that stands outside the bookstore said. “I’ll go grab the package for you, Mr. Sanada.”

“Thank you,” Arata said with a nod. He focused on Ami who stood by the blue robot.

“Like I said, it’s stupid,”  Ami said and looked away.

“You may think it is stupid, but it must mean a lot to you. I can’t see how it will be stupid.”

Ami mumbled under her breath as Arata released her hand. 

“What was that?”

“You said love for the first time in front of me,” Ami said.

Arata blinked a couple of times. “It was over a celebrity,” he said. “Someone who I will never meet in person. Even if I did, I wouldn’t leave you to go be with her. The  way she acts is all scripted anyway, so that’s not even her personality.”

Ami wanted to argue that nothing that Yukino does is scripted. It’s mostly unscripted, but Lily had come back outside the store.

“Here’s your package,” Lily said. “Thank for doing business with us.” Her face went red. “I screwed up!”

“It was almost flawless, Lily,” Ami said with a smile. “Just keep practicing.”

“Thank you,” Lily said with a bow. 

Arata started to walk away and he thought Ami was beside him. He didn’t notice a woman with a tan jacket on the escalator. “I don’t understand why you would run away from that. I mean I’m - wait a minute,” he said and then stopped. “This is addressed to me, but it has your return address on it.”

He turned around and saw Ami was still by the robot, but tan jacket covered arms was draped over Ami’s shoulders, the hands overlapping at the wrists by Ami’s chest. Brown hair was laying on top of red hair and Ami was looking up at the other person who had brown eyes behind glasses.

“I don’t like him.”

“You haven’t liked anyone that you have interviewed,” Ami said with a sigh.

Arata slowly walked towards Ami.

“He believed that I should be bragging about my rewards and trophies and blah. He also said that I should do double the work since I haven’t worked the past two weeks and ‘when the time comes’.”

Arata raised an eyebrow as the female took notice of him.

“You must be Sanada,”  the female said. “Hello.”

“Yes, hi,” Arata said.  He was surprised that he didn’t feel tongue-tied being around this woman like he thought he would. “Sorry to bother you but may I have my girlfriend? We were in the middle of a conversation.”

“Oh?  I thought you were a fan of mine. Besides, I love Ami more,”  the female said and rubbed her cheek against  Ami’s.

“While I am a fan of your work, Yukino, it doesn’t give you the right to hold my girlfriend captive,”  Arata said. 

Yukino moved her head to rest back on top of Ami’s head. “That’s a first. I like him. Yeah, I remember him. He ran out of the room as soon as my speech was over. Didn’t even bother to stay for the autograph thing.”

“Book signing,” Ami said.

“Ami has a tendency of getting lost in crowds,” Arata said. 

Yukino gave him a confused expression.

“What?” Arata said.

“I don’t believe you. I don’t have any trouble with Ami in crowds,” Yukino said.

“That’s because you have a heat sensor on me,” Ami said in a joking manner.

Yukino smiled. “No,”  she said. “It’s because my mommy senses know you are nearby. Speaking of. My mommy senses are tingling right now. How is your head feeling? Your back?”

“Wait? What?” Arata said completely shock.

“Oh? Ami didn’t tell you? My ex-agent shoved her into a wall. She has a concussion and bruises all over her back,” Yukino said.

“She didn’t tell me that,” Arata said. “I was referring to what you said before.”

“Yukino is my mother, Arata,” Ami said. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Arata.  Her TV personality is still her.”

“It doesn’t come out when I’m not on TV unless Ami is in danger,” Yukino said with a laugh. “Anyway, your head?”

“Is fine and no you cannot skip out on the interview,” Ami said. 

“Aww,” Yukino said. “I want to spend more time with you and your boyfriend.”

“Oda Mia is your next possible agent. She should be waiting for you at K-Cafe in a few minutes,” Ami said.

“Fine,” Yukino said and pressed a kiss to Ami’s cheek before she let her go.

“Good luck,” Ami said. She turned her attention to Arata. “Arata, I’m so so-”

“It makes sense now. The reason why you ran off. Because I said I love Yukino who happens to be your mother,”  Arata said as he stepped close to her. 

“Yes,  Arata. I told you that -”

Arata kissed her forehead. “I love you and only you, Ami. However, I really wish you’d told me that your mother was in town.”

Lily hid inside the store and acted like she was putting books away only to watch everything unfold. She bit her lip so hard to where a little blood escaped from her attempt to hide her squeals. 

She bounced on her toes as she watched Arata give Ami a true kiss for a change and lead her to the elevator. Once they were outside she couldn’t contain her squeals of excitement and scared some of the customers.

“That was so much better than an episode of a soap drama!” she said. “So glad I came to work today!”

[tbehartoo]

Chat Club Members

Characters (in order of appearance): Adrien Agreste, Alya Cesaire, Nino Lahiffe, and Marinette Dupain-Chang

Rating: General

Fluff index: 100%

Angst reading: 0

Summary: Everyone knows that Alya and Adrien are huge fans of Ladybug, but doesn’t Chat Noir have anybody in his corner? You bet he does! And they are two of his most important people- Nino and Marinette!

For: @ladyblargh, @scarlet-curls, @chronicallylatetotheparty, @chatnoirinette, and @maribug-adrienoir ! Awhile ago your public conversation bewailing Chat Noir’s lack of fanboys/fangirls crossed my dash. I really wanted to write something for you in the hopes that others may have also picked up your rallying cry for Nino to totally embarrass Adrien with his gushing about Chat Noir to Marinette who gushes back. I hope you enjoy this.

Not beta’d. Sorry, not sorry!

***

“Alya! Alya! Alya! Did you see?” Adrien practically threw his bag on his desk as he rushed toward the smiling girl. “Ladybug-”

“- liked my video!” Alya squealed.

They both hugged and then sat together at Alya and Marinette’s desk to watch her latest video, again.

“Pause it,” Adrien begged. He pointed at one part of the screen without touching it. “Right there! That’s the instant she knew how to use that crazy Lucky Charm.” He sighed, “I always love that moment.”

Alya nudged his side, “You’re missing the best part,” she hit play and paused it again a few seconds later, “That glint in her eye when she’s finally got the akuma?” Alya put her fingers to her lips and let them explode outward as she made a kissing sound. “Perfection!”

Just at that moment Nino came through the door. 

“Thanks, babe,” he said as he put his backpack on his desk before moving up to give her a kiss on her cheek, “I think you’re perfect, too.” He put a fist toward Adrien. “Dude, looking lively.”

“Nino!” Adrien chided even as he gave his friend a fist bump. “Alya’s latest video just got posted and Ladybug’s given it a like!”

“Did she really?” Nino said a little less enthusiastic than Adrien expected. “I thought what she said was,” Nino pitched his voice into a higher register, “ ‘Thanks for trying to get my good side in your shots Layblogger, but I’d prefer it if you filmed from a greater distance. Alya for the love of my sanity, please invest in a telescopic lens.’ I don’t think she just gave Alya’s video a thumbs up.”

Alya huffed and rolled her eyes while Adrien glared.

“I love you Alya and so I say this in all seriousness,” Nino put an arm around his girlfriend and gave her a gentle squeeze, “Please find a way to stay further back from the action.” He gently nuzzled her temple causing his hat to be pushed up and knocking his glasses askew. “I don’t know if I can take watching Ladybug or Chat Noir snatch you from under an akuma’s foot any more.” He kissed her gently and then straightened up. Grabbing his glasses, he tried to clean the smudges off.

“That happened one time Nino,” she said.

He stopped wiping his lenses to give her an indignant look. “It happened three times this week,” he said flatly then proceeded to finish cleaning his glasses. He put them on then grabbed Alya’s face and squished her cheeks to the front making her have fishy lips. “Someone’s been hit on the head by the big, bad akuma a few too many times,” he teased.

He turned his face back and forth a few times, obviously not looking at Alya. He sighed and snatched the glasses off his face to try and clean them on a different spot on his T-shirt.

Meanwhile Adrien had pulled out his phone to watch the footage while his friends flirted.

“Alya, you’ve got to look at the hit count on this video,” he said as he shook her arm. “I think this might be your most popular video ever.”

Alya waved off Nino’s hands as he tried to grab at her face again and refreshed her blog page.

“Hey guys!” Marinette greeted her three friends and noted how they were all squeezed into her and Alya’s desk. She sat in Nino’s spot and turned around before asking, “What’s up?”

“Alya’s newest video is trying to break the internet,” Nino said with a grin as Alya worked at getting her jaw off the floor.

“Well of course!” Marinette responded. “Didn’t you see Nino?”

The boy leaned forward toward Marinette, his eyes narrowed, but brows raised in inquiry.

“There’s a really great paAAAarrrrt-” she had her finger hovering over her screen, “-right here!” She jabbed her finger at the phone then turned it for  Nino to see.

“No way!”

He left Alya’s bench to slide Marinette over while reverently cradling her phone.

“Is that what I think it is?” he asked her in hushed tones.

Marinette just nodded eagerly.

“A 720 Vault,” Nino’s voice went really high on the last word.

“And he followed it up with a double Kong into a Palm Spin with a flare ending!”

“Wait, HE?” Alya asked. “My video is about Ladybug. And she has said on more than one occasion that she uses the pronouns she/her.”

“We know,” both Nino and Marinette said with a defeated sigh.

“But SOMEtimes we can catch a glimpse of OUR favorite superhero,” Marinette said brightly. “So we like to show those parts to each other when they do pop up.”

“We’ve even cataloged each of his moves so we can try them when we go to our parkour club,” Nino said.

“No one is as good at it as Chat, but Nino comes real close sometimes,” Marinette said as she clapped Nino on the shoulder. “You should come join us, Alya. Might help you get out of the way more easily in an akuma attack.”

“Chat Noir is your favorite superhero?” Adrien asked timidly as he looked back and forth between the two sitting in front of him.

They nodded enthusiastically. 

“Oh yeah,” Nino said. “We’ve been fans from day one.”

“How could you not be?” Marinette asked indignantly. “He’s so funny and athletic and super smart!”

Adrien felt heat invading his cheeks at her words.

“And he’s always got Ladybug’s back,” Nino added then looked hard at Alya. “And Alya’s back, sides, and front to keep her out of harm’s way.”

“Hey!” Alya objected.

“He’s saved you seventeen times this month and twenty-two last month,” Marinette responded.

“See that’s at least less,” she grumbled.

“The month isn’t over,” Marinette replied with a grin.

“Well he’s saved you guys, too.” Alya felt she was a little bit under attack.

Marinette nodded. “I don’t remember seeing him save Adrien. You two though-” she gave both of them a hard squint, “Usually if he’s saving you then Ladybug’s got Nino, but if Ladybug’s got you then he’s got Nino. ” She grinned at the boy next to her. “Pretty soon your going to have to ask for a frequent flier discount.” She poked at his side as she said it.

Nino laughed and Adrien swore he saw a light dusting of pink on his best friend’s brown cheeks.

“Yeah, well if I get a frequent flier thing then you should get a-” he stopped, “- get a-”

“Free rescues for life card?” Adrien offered to help out Nino.

Marinette smiled shyly but didn’t seem to be smiling at anyone involved in the conversation.

“I think I’d like that arrangement,” she sighed and then seemed to realize she said it out loud. 

Her “eep!” made the others chuckle.

Ms. Bustier’s entrance into the classroom reminded everyone that class was about to start.

“I think Adrien should sit here, by me,” Alya said. “Show some Ladybug solidarity.”

“That’s okay with me,” Marinette said. “I’m proud to sit next to a fellow Chat Club member.” She looked at the boys. “Are you okay if we switch, at least for this morning?”

Adrien nodded, not quite trusting his voice at the moment.

Nino reached out a fist toward Marinette, “You know it’s cool with me!”

Marinette gave Nino a fist bump and then handed Adrien’s bag to him.

As Marinette’s hand brushed against his, Adrien suddenly realized two things: One, Marinette knew Chat personally and seemed to really like him. Like she like liked him. And two, Chat Noir really like liked Marinette back! Things were certainly going to get tricky.

All through morning classes Adrien watched Marinette and Nino pass notes to each other. As soon as the bell rang for lunch, Marinette was out the door like a shot.

Nino turned back to Adrien and Alya. 

“Hey would you guy’s be okay if we kept the seats switched for the rest of the day?” he asked.

Alya shrugged when Adrien looked at her. “Fine with me.”

“It’s okay with me, too,” Adrien said.

They all collected their things and walked out of class. Usually Nino and Alya escorted Adrien to his car before doing whatever they had planned for lunch.

“Hey Nino-” Adrien said as they walked down the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“What was with all the note passing you and Marinette did?”

“Yeah,” Alya said. “”So many notes going between you two and not ONE was passed back to me!”

Nino grinned at them before saying, “You’ll see.” 

“We’ll see?” Alya asked. “When will we see?”

Nino pretended to stroke a beard. He put on his best German accent before saying, “I predict that you will see in prezisely-” he took out his phone, glanced at the time, and put it back in his pocket, “forty-seven minutes und-” he looked at the phone again, “achtzen seconds.”

Alya shoved him gently into Adrien.

“You dork,” she said while smiling up at him.

“But he’s your dork,” Adrien said as he knocked Nino back toward Alya.

She grabbed Nino’s arm and gave it a squeeze. “Yup, he’s mine for sure.”

Nino put an arm around Alya and then one around Adrien. “I belong to both of you and don’t you dare forget it.” He gave them both a squeeze before dropping his arms to his side.

Alya grabbed his hand and started swinging it as they walked.

“I’m glad you still love us even if we aren’t in your Chat Noir fangirl club.”

Nino laughed and Adrien soon joined in.

Alya and Nino waved Adrien off to his lunch at home before hurrying to their favorite cafe.

Adrien was still curious about the note passing when he returned from his lonely lunch at the mansion.

His curiosity was instantly cured when he walked in the classroom and saw Marinette and Nino grinning at everyone that entered. They were wearing black T-shirts with green printing on the front that declared they were “Chat Noir’s #1 fan!”

Adrien was overcome with a love and appreciation for his friends that he couldn’t even express. He wanted to thank them, but there’s no way he could tell them that Chat Noir is their #1 fan, too.

“Those shirts look great, Marinette!” He said as he climbed up to sit next to Alya.

“Yeah, do you think you could do some red Ladybug one’s for me and Adrien?” Alya asked.

Marinette laughed as she pulled out little red gift bags and handed them back. “Ask and ye shall receive!”

Alya tore into her bag while Adrien tried not to show exactly how excited he was even as he eagerly dove into his present. They each held up a red T-shirt with “Ladybug’s #1 fan!” on the front and on the back was printed “Founding Member of the Lady Crew!” with Ladybug’s signature symbol in the middle.

“OMG, they’re perfect,” Alya shouted.

“Yeah, what she said,” Adrien’s voice was clogged with emotion. He scrambled to take off his white overshirt and put on the red Ladybug shirt. It fit him perfectly.

Alya put a fist toward the center of her friends They all added theirs as they yelled, “Pound it!”

Ms. Bustier called the class to order and Adrien finally got to read the back of Marinette and Nino’s shirts. He had to put his head down on his folded arms for a full ten minutes to hide his grin. There in neon green letters above and below a green cat’s paw, printed for all the world to see were his friends declaring their support of his secret, superhero identity with:

“Chat Noir’s OG Pawwwsie!”

[brotherskywalker]

I forget, sometimes, that I still live in a world where people think Han/Leia is the epitome of romantic and not really toxic and poorly written.

And then I see those “I love you./I know.” matching t-shirts, or pillows, or see someone reblog something somewhere and I just remember it all over again. I mean, it’s not R*ylo levels of toxic, to be sure, but it’s far from a healthy or romantic courtship, and yet everyone thinks it’s the most epic and romantic scifi romance ever.

Look: Han spends the entire first two movies basically belittling Leia, badgering her and wearing her down while she--during a war, mind you!--constantly, endlessly turns him down and tells him to leave her alone and go away, which he never does. He never takes her no for an answer. He never stops pursuing her, despite her going so far as to kiss another man to get him to back the fuck off. He still doesn’t take the fucking hint that she’s Just Not That Into Him. He has this whole twisted made-up delusion that she’s secretly in love with him, despite us having no evidence to suggest that that’s the truth.  It’s gross and creepy as fuck.

And then he basically kidnaps her from the fleet and strands her alone on the Falcon with him for who knows how long, forcing her into a situation where she has to be wholly dependent on him and that’s when she finally breaks and clings to him, because he’s worn her down and she has no one and nothing else. Worst of all, this works and Han gets rewarded for all his toxic treatment of her. (Great message that sends to the fanboys watching about the ways to win a woman’s affections, right?) And when she finally says “I love you” when she thinks he’s about to die, he doesn’t even say “I love you, too.” No, he’s too fucking cool for that. He’s gotta rub it in her face.

It’s fucking disgusting and it makes me really sad that more people don’t see it. He’s a nice guy by the end of RotJ (I think, personally, because the writers/etc. started realizing what a toxic asshole he was), but I’m so glad they separated by the sequel trilogy.  Also, soft canon loves to keep pushing how cool and edgy Han still is, how he’s neglectful and into drinking, and running around the galaxy doing his own shit instead of being home with Leia. He didn’t really get less toxic in RotJ, he just mellowed a bit once he’d won the “chase.” Soon enough, he got bored and went back to his shitty ways.

[ivadeshin]

Pasadena Iced Coffee (6/?)

(Sequel to Five Soda Maximum. Catch up on previous chapters on Ao3.)

"So Yasha had a different foster family before she came to your foster family," Bryce summarizes, over their second biscotti.

Molly nods around a mouthful of cookie.

"And she's going back to get her foster sister?"

Molly squints and seesaws his hand. "Another girl who had the same foster mom. It wasn't really... a family, over there."

"The Moondrops are very unique, I think," Caleb adds. "It seems like the second you step in there, you are family for life, ja?"

"Ja," Molly agrees. "A lot of other homes, it's very revolving-doors, conflicting personalities, blah blah, not necessarily close ties. Sometimes! Not always. Definitely not with this old hag they were stuck with."

"So your sister's going to kind of kidnap her... not-sister." Bryce quirks a brow.

"No no, no kidnapping, the not-sister is turning 18, and she's been fucked over and hasn't been able to graduate or get any money together or even have a phone, so she's-"

"She's hamstrung," Bryce summarizes.

"Yeah."

"In North Dakota."

"Yeah."

"Gotcha, gotcha, needs help to escape and not end up on the streets." Bryce's expression changes quickly, and Molly turns to see what look Caleb gave them, but it's already gone. "Is that - ? Sorry?"

Molly gently smacks Caleb. "You don't have to stop people from mentioning homelessness." Caleb gives a slightly chastised frown, and Molly pats his thigh with his tail to reassure him.

Bryce tilts their head. "Sore spot?"

Molly decides the shorter version is better. "I was on the streets for a little while, and some ladies found me and took me in, and when some cops came through they were like 'hmm, none of you ladies are very purple, who does this little bastard belong to.' And then I went into the system, and got shipped over to the Moondrops."

"Oh." Bryce blinks. "Well, I'm glad you didn't go to North Dakota, apparently."

Molly nods and smiles. Very slowly, he feels Caleb's hand rest over his tail, not-quite squeezing. He fights back a happy blush. "My foster dad is great, very woke, I still live there and pay a little rent while I save up to figure out where I want to settle."

"Out here, do you think?" Bryce gestures with the remaining nub of their biscotti to the general surroundings. "Caleb showed me that Cabaret clip,"

"Say that three times fast," Molly interjects to demand.

"No, fuck you." Bryce is clearly a darling person and Molly already likes them. "I saw the clip, and I don't know shit about shit but it seems like you can sing and dance and do a mean Berlin accent, no idea where you studied that," Caleb laughs and hides his face. "So you could... right? I mean, this isn't quite LA, but we're close, we've got shit going on." They look uncertainly toward Caleb, who, to Molly's surprise, has taken out his phone.

"There are several smaller companies which are poorly reviewed." Caleb hesitates as Molly leans over to look at his screen, but continues tapping through - there's a bookmark list? Of local companies and troupes? "The one in Burbank is having... tests... recitals is the wrong word, the other thing... but they are only interested in modern American plays, and Molly does not like those much..."

Molly's throat tightens a little. "You've been looking at...?"

Bryce hums amusedly, leaning back in their patio chair and grinning at Caleb.

"Wie sagt man tests, recitals," Caleb mumbles instead of answering.

"Auditions," Molly provides, not letting himself be deterred. "Have you been shopping around for me?"

"Just in case, I did not know if... if you liked staying in Exandria I was not going to... ask you, 'please move here'...."

Molly shouldn't be shocked, but Caleb hasn't said a single word about this, and as he looks through the tabs he's seeing a ton of places with little notes in German in parentheses at the end of every link. "Honey."

"I gotta jog," Bryce says, getting up and stuffing their phone and wallet back into their pockets. "I came out here to jog, I sat down on my ass and ate snacks instead. Molly, I'll maybe see you later? Good to meet you."

"You too," Molly says, pulling his eyes away from the screen to give a proper look and wave. "Really cool to meet you."

Molly watches them for a few moments, down the sidewalk and to the light, and then back to Caleb. "You want me to move out here?" His voice is small.

"Of course I do," Caleb says. His cheeks are burning red as he scrolls through a website with pictures of a dimly lit stage. "I, I need to get a strong degree, but there are no good places back home, and. If I had gone to MIT, that is sort of close to New York, but the drive is very long and bad, so, this, this is closer to LA, and it-"

"Caleb?"

"I did not want to put pressure on, on you, when I was picking a school. Maybe you would change your mind and not want to act in, I did not know if you would still want that or something else, and either school was fine for me, they offered full rides and I,"

"You've been thinking about this since you started applying to colleges?"

"Before," Caleb corrects flatly, frowning a little. "About two months after we went to the date on the roof."

Molly tucks in closer and kisses his cheek, hiding the pricks of tears in his eyes.

"I just," Caleb says, and begins a phrase in German that Molly can't pick up. It's gone as fast as it came. From here, Molly can see and hear him swallow. "I wanted. To make choices where you could be happy also, if we were still. Together. And if you wanted to come, you would be happy in the new place."

"I love you," Molly says to his cheek.

"I love you too." Caleb puts his phone down on the table and resumes the gentle squeeze on his tail. "There are two options I think are good. One is in LA but the drive is not awful. An hour or so."

"I'm eighteen. I'm a small town fish. You might be thinking a little big."

"You are beautiful and you glow on stage."

"...you practiced that."

"Because it is true." Caleb strokes his thumb along Molly's tail. Molly wraps the end of it around his wrist. "I do, I am always scared of, making you feel rushed. Or like you must come too. But if you ever... talked about it, or said you wanted to be here also, I wanted to show you that you could do it." He hiccups. Christ, he's crying too. "And ze, ze down payment for my parents' house set me back a lot, but I always have enough to pay for both of us whenever, if, if you ever decide to move here, and,"

"I love you," Molly insists again.

Caleb nods back and squirms a little, blinking. "Can we." He makes a noise like he's a little frustrated with himself. "Können wir nach Hause gehen."

"Yeah," Molly says immediately, straightening. "Yeah, let's go." He didn't realize until just now that getting this emotional in public is probably making Caleb a little overwhelmed. "I'm sorry, honey. Tut mir Leid."

"No, no." Caleb waves it away as they get up and pocket their things. "I just, you know."

"You're doing great," Molly reassures.

They throw out their trash. Molly makes sure they hold hands on the way back, and when they reach the common area on the main level, Caduceus is there with a laptop. Molly waves with his tail, and Caduceus smiles broadly and waves back.

"I met him when I was getting snacks," Molly explains as they take the stairs.

"Do not tell him about. My Caleb Yells. Please."

"Your fanboy status is safe with me."

They get to the door, and Molly waits until they're inside and locked tight before he takes Caleb's phone and wallet out of his pocket.

"Huh?"

"Hold on," Molly assures him. Once he's gotten his own out too, he bends down a little, picking Caleb up bridal-style and carrying him to the bedroom door. "Shit." It's closed. "Okay, I need you to get that for me.”

Caleb is beginning a laughing fit. "You cannot -- wis your tail?"

"You know what? Fuck you, I can." Molly fake-huffs and turns in place, fumbling around with his tail until the knob turns and he can push it open. He can't carry Caleb for much longer, but damn if he'll let that show. "There. Fuck you."

"Fuck you too," Caleb says fondly, as if Molly just said 'I love you' again.

Molly gently dumps him on the bed and begins kicking off his shoes. Per the rules, Caleb stays where he's been put.

"I have a thing I wanna say," Molly reports, and Caleb nods. Molly crawls onto the bed, covering Caleb, lowering down and nuzzling his way into as much contact as possible. For the first couple seconds, Molly is silent, and his patience is rewarded as he starts to feel Caleb relax underneath him. They haven't needed to do this for a while. Needed? Molly always guesses. "When you have stuff like that you're thinking about, please tell me."

Caleb makes a low hum and begins to wriggle, getting more comfortable, and then kicking his own shoes off while keeping Molly on top of him. "Okay, but. Vague."

"Things about us, about plans, about feelings, I don't know, that's still vague." Molly cards his fingers into Caleb's hair. He smells so good. His skin is still warm from the sun and it's hard not to think about tabling this conversation for something else. "I think when you keep it to yourself you get more and more scared that you're keeping it to yourself because it's definitely something I wouldn't like, not maybe something I wouldn't like."

Caleb wraps his legs around Molly's waist and buries his face in his t-shirt. "That makes sense," he admits into the fabric. "That makes a lot of sense."

"So if it's hurting you, say it," Molly summarizes.

"Okay." Caleb huffs out a short breath. "I have," he hesitates. Molly waits a few seconds, then longer, but it doesn't feel like Caleb's composing something like he often is.

"You have?" Molly prompts. "You have a thing?"

"I don't know," Caleb hedges.

Molly thinks about it, letting his tail wrap around Caleb's ankles where they link at the small of his back. "Du... hast... eine... Dinge."

Caleb laughs, breath ghosting through Molly's shirt to his chest.

"Was that right?" Molly asks.

"I want you to try to fuck me again," Caleb says all at once.

Molly feels his heart stop for a moment.

[ko-fi]

[ryuukia]

[Translation] A certain hyper-dimensional tea party (Shimotsuki Shun & Tendouin Tsubaki)

I’ve been thinking of translating this since some weeks ago (because seriously, this is gold). These two fanboying/fangirling over Hajime is a must-see. That’s all I’m spoiling for now www. (By the way, this is from the second nichijou kobanashi book, but it’s not included among the drama CDs track)

Special thanks to @ryota-kunstranslations and @moonlit-manifesto for assistance and proofeading.

Please don’t repost/reuse my translations!

Tsubaki: Ah, do we have a guest?

Shun: Hm? Indeed, …… it’s a guest. Welcome, to the dimension that’s overlooking this story. How are you?

Tsubaki: Since you were able to cross into this dimension, it must mean you’re also a fan of Hajime-sama? Am I wrong? Oh dear, nevertheless, why are you in such a maniac place?...... Hmm, I don’t care how you got here. These are the consequences. Since you opened the door to this dimension, there is only one thing you can do.

Shun: That is, of course……

Shun & Tsubaki: Joining us in our talk about Hajime-sama!

Shun: Yeeeey! Well then, everyone, shall we?

Tsubaki: L・O・V・E……

Shun & Tsubaki: HAJIME LOVE!

Shun: (thumbs up)

Tsubaki: (thumbs up)

Shun: Now, you’re an observer, aren’t you? Instead of wondering if you should back away from here, why don’t you watch how this wonderful talk about Hajime unfolds?

Tsubaki: Oh, yes. I was wondering why this dimension was such a private place to begin with. Normally, this is not a place that’s easy to step foot into, in other words, it is also a place where explaining yourself would be necessary. I don’t know what sort of play at fate this is but, the die has been already cast. Why don’t you join us in our talk while mulling over your problems?

Shun: That’s right. Well then, Tsubaki-hime. And observer. Let’s talk a lot!

Tsubaki: Yes, with pleasure.

Shun: I know this is sudden, but the fanbook of our joint stage-play, ORIGIN, was just released the other day. Has everyone gotten it already?

Tsubaki: Of course. The first thing I did was read it cover to cover. And after that I read it once again. Then at last, I studied in great detail the passages referring to Hajime-sama. Despite being a fan of Hajime-sama, I am also a fan of both groups. It’s a matter of manners to appreciate the entire castle before moving on to the inner citadel. I’ve looked carefully at the Six Gravity and Procellarum members. Thereby, the entire volume is now completely archived in my brain and I can perfectly reproduce any part.

Shun: I see. However, that volume has close to 200 pages. It must have taken quite some time, Tsubaki-hime.

Tsubaki: That’s not a problem. The longer my time of supreme bliss is, the better.

Shun: Right?

Tsubaki: Hajime-sama was a six-winged demon…… And above all, it suited him very well. The black king as a black demon. I got what I was promised and I felt like I won too much.

Shun: That’s right. That’s how it was. That captivating smile. That beautiful black long hair. In my pursuit of black demon Hajime, the moment I went to buy trading bromides, I bought five times more than I originally intended to (since Hajime didn’t come. My level of greed was scary.)

Tsubaki: It’s alright, Shun. Money spent on Hajime-sama is not wasted in vain. It’s only using Yukichi-sama* in exchange for Hajime-sama. What is your daily work done for? Isn’t it for getting as much of Hajime-sama as possible?

Shun: Thank you, Tsubaki-hime. When you say it like that, my heart starts to feel at ease.

Tsubaki: I’ve also looked over the original story of the stage-play. To be honest, I had faced the theater with a rather uncomfortable feeling at first when I imagined Hajime-sama talking like Shun.

Shun: How was the outcome?

Tsubaki: It goes without saying. Hajime-sama, of course, went beyond my expectations. Ah! I can’t forget. Hajime-sama’s first line while acting as a demon was……

Shun & Tsubaki: “You know who I am, don’t you?”

Tsubaki: …...So cute, and his head was…… tilted as he said that.

Shun: It was unbearable! Furthermore, the one he called out to was none other than me!

Tsubaki: No, that’s wrong. It was actually Shun from the Origin world.

Shun: …...You’re not entirely wrong, though-

Tsubaki: Anyway, Hajime-sama was once again marvelous.

Shun: I have no doubts. Ah, speaking of marvelous, Tsubaki-hime. Have you seen that?

Tsubaki: “That?” Do you mean-

Shun: The magazine released three days ago. It’s a concept magazine titled “Colourful” that contains articles related to colours.

Tsubaki: Ah, that. Actually, it’s still in the process of shipping. I was careless and failed to pre-order it (really careless).

Shun: Pre-ordering is important (sincerely).

Tsubaki: I know that with all my heart. …...Since you have it, would you mind sharing some information from the magazine with me? I’m fine even with the highlights only. After all, I’m the type who doesn’t mind spoilers.

Shun: If that’s the case, I shall proceed without hesitation. The magazine has an article featuring photos of Hajime and me as well as Kai and Haru from a photoshoot the senior group took part in.

Tsubaki: I see. What was the concept of the shoot?

Shun: Simply ‘white’. White accessories, white food, white settings and so on. With ‘white’ being the featured topic, the photos of us wearing white clothes made the front cover at the request of the publisher, you see?

Tsubaki: Ah, Shun’s…… or rather, the November group’s image colour is also white.

Shun: Truly Albion.

Tsubaki: Yes, Albion.

Shun: And white~

Tsubaki: White~

Shun: You could say I was the first one to get the offer, and then it was extended to a photoshoot with all four of us.

Tsubaki: I’m curious about the results……

Shun: Oh, dear me, Hajime’s outfit suited him soooooo well! He looked good in a pure, white shirt! Despite being the black king, white looks attractive on him! He was way too cool! Hajime dyed in my colour!

Tsubaki: I see, Hajime-sama dyed in my colour.

Shun: My colour!

Tsubaki: My colour.

Shun & Tsubaki: …… or rather, November’s colour.

Shun: Furthermore, just seeing Hajime in his white shirt made it possible for me to eat white rice! Though I like rice in general to begin with!

Tsubaki: I understand. I can go as far as eating three bowls.

Shun: I can eat three bowls of ramen!

Tsubaki: I will go get us buckets then.

Shun & Tsubaki: …… Oh, how we relish together in others’ misfortunes.

Shun: Ah, I want Tsubaki-hime to see him as soon as possible. Hajime in a white shirt, I mean. The shirt had a wide neckline and looked really comfortable. Moreover, the shirt's fit was slightly larger and showed a soft silhouette. Lastly, this part? It’s the most important one, you see?...... His overly long sleeves.

Tsubaki:......Oh God……

Shun: I know. I know. I thank the heavens……. And I can find only one word to describe him.

Shun & Tsubaki: ——Holy!

Shun: Whenever Hajime brought something to his lips, the sleeves sort of got in the way of his hands. Good grief! I was hopeless!

Tsubaki: I would have thought so, too.

Shun: Even on the day of the shoot, ah, he looked so good. So cool. So cute. He was so beautiful my thoughts ended up off in space, but when I had a look at the photos at the end of the shoot, they still looked good after all……. I took a picture with my smartphone quickly and set it as my lockscreen.

Tsubaki: Ah…… I also want to do that soon.

Shun: I pray that the treasure will arrive for you soon……. Ah, that’s right. Since we’re in this maniac place, you must see these off-shot pictures taken between interviews.

Tsubaki: Again, why is that?

Shun: During the time we were waiting there it was getting cold, and Kanade (Tsukishiro Kanade・Gravi’s manager) brought the ultimate weapon to wrap around Hajime’s body!

Tsubaki: Oh, my! What other thing could possibly be necessary?! What…...exactly?!

Shun: It was a light beige blanket!

Tsubaki: !?

Shun: And it was the kind that gently rests on the shoulders, you see! Sometimes it slipped down and Hajime would fix it!

Tsubaki: ! …… Good job, Kanade……. Ah…… why didn’t I become a wall at that time?

Shun: Cheer up, please, Tsubaki-hime? Even if you ordered the magazine after it went on sale, Tsubaki-hime will still be able to experience that atmosphere. I want you to see it faster. And around one hour afterwards, I want to talk together about it. That rare sight of Hajime wearing a haori*……. Ah, I don't want to remember. At that time, I immediately managed to decrease the set temperature by 20 degrees. I was fine with getting cold because in the end, Hajime put on a blanket.

Tsubaki: Justice……

Shun: Right? Isn’t that right? You’d want to see him in a blanket, wouldn’t you?

Tsubaki: Yes, yes, seeing Hajime-sama in that kind of clothing is a really, really rare sight indeed…

Shun: It certainly is! Ah, I feel guilty……

Tsubaki: …...I want to see it immediately…… Maybe Kuroneko Yamato-san* arrived already? I can’t wait!

Shun: ……. Thank you, Tsubaki-hime. You as well, observer. This level of excitement is barely enough. To me, the demon lord, having to live by myself is honestly painful. I am truly glad I was able to talk to you here and now. You saved me.

Tsubaki: No, no, Shun. We should be the ones to thank you. We were the ones saved by your talk about Hajime-sama……. I can work hard in the afternoon with just this information alone……

Shun: That’s good!

Tsubaki: Shun. And you too, the one watching us. Thank you very much. Well then, just as this talk has come to an end, for now let’s close this place as well. If luck shines upon us again and we happen to meet in this special place, let us have another fan talk.

Shun: Yes, indeed. See you again.

Tsubaki: Good luck (in terms of trading items).

Shun: Good luck (in terms of trading items).

T/N:

Yukichi-sama = 10 000 yen banknote

Kuroneko Yamato = it’s the name of a shipping company in Japan (ironically it mans ‘black cat Yamato’)

haori = Japanese formal coat

[katsuragitakumi]

Thoughts on Build Final Stage

Wow, this was such a fun ride! 

Granted, it’s fairly silly and the plot isn’t stellar, but... does it really matter? It’s a stage play, after all, not a movie or an episode from the actual show (although, to be perfectly honest, I prefer Final Stage over any of the movies we’ve got so far)

Something I appreciate in extra material is when we’re given the content that, for some reason, wasn’t shown in the main series, or when we get to see a new side of the characters. While Be The One and New World: Cross-Z were fairly disappointing in that regard (as they focus, respectively, on Sento’s identity issues and Banjou’s growth, both of which we’ve seen in the show over and over again), this Stage Play let us see Utsumin interacting briefly with the other characters, and there were some very heartwarming -and hilarious!- bits between the Nascita gang, something which I really missed in the movies. The characters were allowed to shine here! It was fun! It was touching! And it was silly, sure, but I prefer that over unnecessary edgy scenarios or tropes any day.

Anyway, Sento! Poor Sento thought he wouldn’t exist in the new world, and even if he did, nobody would even remember him (which is true... to a certain extent, since Banjou did remember him, as the play doesn’t fail to point out at the end). Even so, he fought to the very end to make a brighter future for everyone. “You’re a strong man”, said Katsuragi :’) 

BANJOU!!! He got all the best lines! HE’S SO COOL! He was heartbroken when he found out Sento wouldn’t be in the new world or that he’d be forgotten. It was... such a sad, but powerful scene. Even so, he decided not to say goodbye to Sento because he’d find him again no matter what, no matter where he is. And... that’s exactly what happened in ep. 49! I find it very cute that they didn’t really run into each other, but it was Banjou who was actively looking for Sento everywhere.

Misora and Sawa! They didn’t get to do much, besides cheer for the riders (although Misora was responsible for the most hilarious scene in the play imho). However, their respective farewells to Sento were SO TOUCHING. Sawa thanked him for giving him a family, and hugged him. They hugged! That was SO CUTE! I’m so glad their bond wasn’t overlooked. And then there’s Misora and Sento, the bunny siblings. Sento really looked like a big brother when he patted Misora’s head (again) and smiled fondly at her. She said she’d always remember Sento, which... wasn’t true, and it made that one scene from the finale all the more heartbreaking, but [[CROSS-Z SPOILERS AHEAD]] at last she got her memories back!

Kazumin and Gentoku! They’re hilarious together, and I love they’re portrayed as a duo (a very funny one at that). As much as I usually complain about the scenes where Kazumin fanboys over Mii-tan, I did find the ones in this play genuinely funny (although I couldn’t help but cringe when he fantasized about kissing her), and it was cute that he was happy about her calling him Kazumin. I also loved his silly antics with Banjou, his farewell with Sento (it was funny and cute that he tried to give Sento a scare) and the fact that he was a bit... annoyed? because Utsumin “copied” him. And Gentoku... I loved his 39 (sankyuu --> thank you) t-shirt, and how he admitted he was envious of Sento because of how loved he was. It’s good to know Gentoku also has friends who love him, too. Including Sento himself :’)

UTSUMIN!! My boy!! I loved him in this play, and it was great to see him interact with the other riders as an ally. I also loved the fact that he acted like a broken robot at first because that’s just how Evolt’s sense of humor is. Utsumin was very fun and it was cool that his goal in the new world was to make an invention that could equal or surpass Sento’s. I kinda want to see him interact with Kazumin and Gentoku more often. Please, Grease V-Cinema,,,,,,,

Other things:

Evolt’s white form was super cute.

“Sento and I are THE best match!” :’)

GREASE BLIZZARD AND PRIME ROGUE ARE SO COOL!!! It was good to see Cross-Z Build, too. As shown in Be The One and in this play, it’s even stronger than Genius!

The insert songs were used! YEAH! They’re amazing and it’s a pity that they were hardly used at all in the show (and when they were, they were barely audible).

I love that Sento and Banjou had to ruin the heartwarming moment by being idiots lol I love them.

I know Vernage was already gone by this point (Misora had the bracelet the first time she showed up, but by the end she doesn’t have it anymore, which makes sense), but... I kinda missed her.

In conclusion, it was very enjoyable! True to the series and without butchering the characters’ personalities and/or their bonds with one another. Once again (and it sucks that this will be one of the last times I’ll get to say this), thanks, Build!

[loneleesoul]

Starker: Party Games Pt. 3

I'd call this a story, this is the first time in a while ive loved what ive written and gotten so deep into a story.

💛💛💛

Peter waits while Ned's mom is in the kitchen to tell him about Tony. His changed demeanor, defending him and that god awful cringey hug-like thing.

Ned is smirking the entire time, the only thought on his mind. "He so likes you Peter."

"What? No! That's insane!" He's shocked at the accusation, never in a million years would he have thought of something like that.

"Listen, he treats you like shit for what- five years, then a traumatizing experience sets him straight and his true love for you blooms out, reaching out for you because he's cared all this time! He-" He runs out of air, fanboying taking over for a second.

"I honestly don't think that Ned, maybe he's just messing with me." Peter shrugs and Ned belches "Maybe it's Maybelline Peter, it's real." He slams his hand on the table.

"Like with children, they bully the ones they like because they don't know how to handle their feelings. Hey, maybe you actually shook him, so now he feels bad for treating you like shit."

"Ned! Will you please stop with your dumb love story theories please! I don't like Stark!" He growls, silencing Ned.

He takes a deep breath, running his hands through his hair. "Maybe he feels bad, but he'll turn back to beating the shit out of me. Maybe he's having a hard time at home, his dad seems like an asshole every time he's at school. I don't know and don't care Ned, sorry but the only thing I worry about is having to explain my injuries to Aunt May."

Ned stares down at his hands as his mom returns with desert. "Peter honey, do you want to bring some of this home for May?" She smiles, obviously hearing the conversation a few seconds ago.

__________

Michelle is right by his side as he arrives at school. "I've got open lunch, as should you and Toe-knee s-dork." She smiles, her iconic lazy grin.

"What's my nickname?" He asks, genuinely curious. "Penis Parker, I didn't come up with that one... Uh, Dickwad, Loser, Bones-"

"That's pretty cool, Bones." Peter shrugs and MJ giggles. "Come on, are you that stupid that you don't get it? No one has ever seen you eat and you are literally skin and bones, skin isn't a good nickname however."

"Excuse me??" Peter shouts, starling MJ. "What? Don't shoot me, Stark came up with that one. Plus, it's true.. you don't eat." She shrugs and Peter is fuming.

"How about you prove S-dork wrong and take us to lunch because you are a loser." MJ grabs onto his arm. "Pleeeease, pretty please with Penis Parker on.. top? Geez that's wrong."

"Fine! I'll prove S-dork wrong! Tell him we are going to lunch." He's too pissed to think of what he's getting into.

"Thanks Petey, I'll drive us." She kisses him on the forehead and rushes away.

He wipes the spittle off, moaning in disgust. Not that MJ was disgusting or anything, it's just that she's more of a criticism friend. One that treats him like shit to improve him.

Boy, was he really that obvious when he didn't eat? He wouldn't say he had an eating disorder or anything, just that he eats when he's hungry.

And he just so happens to not be hungry during the morning or school hours.

Most people scoff at him when he sits at lunch, alone, with no food, looking like his usual loser self.

"How do you stay so skinny Peter?" "Are you starving yourself for attention or something?" "You know, some people are actually starving with no access to food." "Why don't you eat?" "Do you need to talk to the school counselor?" "Peter, we talked about this, you are worrying everyone."

It was all fine, brush it off okay until Stark got involved. Which, he's been getting mad at Stark a lot in the past three days.

After all this time, doesn't Stark deserve it?

__________

He's going to see Peter, holy shit.

Hooooly shit, he's going to screw this up. "That's cool, today?" He asks, voice breaking slightly. "Yeah, meet me by my trash van.. Peter's paying so get some expensive shit." MJ finger guns him and walks away. Tony sighs, running his fingers through his hair.

As long as I don't touch him, look at him or even breathe in his direction, I should be fine.

__________

It doesn't take Peter too long to find MJ's "trash van" she had mentioned a few minutes ago. It was truly a piece of garbage.

The brown paint was peeling, a rust colored metal beneath it. Random stickers and decals were littered all over the vehicle.

And, best of all, there were only two seats.

MJ had the other two rows removed when she went on a spontaneous vacation for three weeks in Louisiana.

"Hey, be glad I got rid of the mattress that was in here. I spilled food all over that disgusting thing. Now you can either sit on Tony up in the front with me, or sit on the floor in the back." She gestures to Tony, who looks ahead ignoring Peter.

Oh, what else was new? What the hell was wrong with him?

"I'll take the floor, thanks." He mutters, swinging open the door and slamming it behind him.

MJ gets in the drivers seat and laughs. "Are you sure you don't want to sit on Stark's lap? I know how uncomfortable the floor is, I haven't had a chance to vacuum the floor in like... months."

Tony audibly sighs, looking down at his hands and Peter rolls his eyes. "I'll manage a two minute drive Michelle."

"Oh I think it's gonna be more than two minutes Pete." She looks at him through the mirror, smiling deviously. "Ever been to that new joint near the public library?"

Peter groans, remembering him and May looking at the high-end luxurious establishment with want. "I can't pay for that!" He exclaims as MJ starts to drive.

"You lost, you agreed to buy us food." MJ taps on Tony's elbow. "This loser has to pay, back me up here."

He takes a deep breath and looks at Peter through the mirror. "You lost fair and square, and as a loser you suck."

Peter glares at him "You swallow."

A spark of suprise in Tony's eyes. "You choke."

"Nope bitch, I could shove an entire cucumber in my mouth and not gag." He retorts and MJ busts out laughing.

He turns red immediately, wanting to take those words back. He could just imagine the rumors now.

But a dark look is now in Tony's eyes, something that Peter has never seen before. Is it a new level of anger? Embarrassment?

He looks away quickly, eyes now glued to the floor. "YOU ARE A FUDGING HOOT PARKER." MJ screams out, shaking from all the laughing.

He can feel Tony's eyes still on him as Michelle speeds to the restaurant. "Are we gonna be back in time for class?" Peter asks worriedly.

"Okay you freaking psycho, you need to take a chill pill, everyone has skipped classes before. You'll survive without English." She gasps in awe at the restaurant. "Beautiful, plus we only have like 20 some minutes until class so we are definitely gonna miss class." She shrugs as she nearly hits a car while parking.

Peter clamours out of the van awkwardly as Tony waits impaitenly behind him, silent unlike usual.

MJ grabs Peter's arm, dragging him to the front. "Get yourself together, you look awful. They'll turn us down if we look poor. Tony is fine." She messes with his hair in attempt to fix it.

Peter looks at Tony and can't help but blush. He did look good.

Tight jeans and t-shirt which both hugged his godlike figure. A baggy letterman jacket hides those chis-

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

Peter shakes his head and sighs. It's best to just pay attention to Michelle's bullshit.

God no.. -he did have a godlike figure, it's undeniable. No wonder he was fucking girls every other night. Those "chisled" arms have beaten the shit out of Peter more times than he could count on seven hands.

What the hell was he doing? This jerkweed had been beating the shit out of him relentlessly for the past like five years. Tearing him down emotionally, mentally and physically without remorse.

"Table for 3?" He asks to the beautiful hostess. She smiles at him with kind eyes. "How old are you?"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Stop hitting on this loser and get us a table." Tony cuts in, a grimace on his lips.

Her smile fades, turned to a growl. "There's an age limit in this establishment mister, I'd watch your mouth." She hisses and Michelle pulls Tony back. "Me and the jackass are 22, the angel is 21." She bluffs.

The smile returns "Great, if you will all follow me." She leads them to a booth. Luckily, Michelle seats herself between Peter and Tony. Unluckily, they face each other and Tony tends to stare.

"Guys... please go easy on me, I only have like 30 right now.." He begs. "Fine, what are you having?" Michelle puts down her menu.

"Oh, probably nothing.. I made manicotti in Culinary this morning." It's not exactly the truth. "I'm just getting this out of the way now so you won't bother me about it later." He shrugs, pulling out his wallet. "If I give you the money right now can I just leave?" He pulls out a wad of cash and holds it in front of MJ.

She looks a bit worried. "Seriously? I meant that we all have dinner, in this case lunch, together." There's a hint of hurt in her tone.

He sighs, exasperated. "Look, I'm not like you two where it's cool and okay to be late or skip class. You're right I'm a loser, I can walk back to school. Run to make it on time." He scoots to leave the booth but a waitress arrives.

"Would you all like something to drink?"

MJ puts on a fake smile. "Manhattan please."

What??

"Sazerac, with a little more absinthe if you could." Tony grins, voice smooth like melted butter.

"And you sir?" She turns to him, book in hand. "I.. uh-.. Dr. Pepper?" He feels stupid saying it, but what the hell????

She nods, smirking slightly and walks away. MJ giggles uncontrollably and Tony sighs. "We are not over 21! She didn't even ID us!!! This is wrong!" He accuses.

"Peter, relax for the first time in your life. Haven't you ever had a sip while your parents weren't looking?" MJ raises her eyebrows expectantly.

"First off, I don't have any parents and second, no! I don't drink and neither should you! It's expensive as hell! I bet what y'all just got was over 30 bucks!" He whispers violently.

MJ looks at the menu. "No actually 12.35, so you better check that wallet again."

Tony bites his lip, foot tapping unconsciously under the table. "MJ? Why did you choose such an expensive restaurant when we don't have time and Peter doesn't have the money?" The latter bothers him more.

Peter stares down at his hands, biting his lip. "Tony, lets just have him get drinks now and he can buy us food when we have more time." She waves at the waitress.

She rushes over with her toothy smile. "Yes?" She tries to hard to be like all of the other waitresses. "Something came up and we can only get drinks, is that okay?" MJ sounds polite for once.

She nods and hurries back into the kitchens, a few seconds later the drinks are here.

"Peter, try mine." Michelle waves her drink in his face. "No, we shouldn't be drinking especially when you are driving!" He hisses at her, keeping his voice low.

He hears Tony scoff and the rage just builds inside him. "That's why you should drink this so I can drive." She smirks, pulling the drink up to her lips and sighs. "You are missing out, drink your Dr. Pepper you virgin."

What kind of insult is that?

[the-depressed-shiny-buneary]

Interview Time: Main Cast

1. Hi! What's your name?

Ashley: Ashley Gabena Ketchum~

Grey: Grey Ichiro Ketchum. 

Alex: Uh, I’m Alex Manya Morgan.

Salvia: Hello~ I’m Salvia Miyamoto Jameson

Daichi: I’m the great Daichi Hikaru Maple.

2. Do you know why you were named that?

Ashley: Dad said it’s because he was told to by a legendary Pokemon. My middle name is my mom’s maiden name. And Ketchum is the family last name~

Grey: Dad didn’t want to name me Silver Jr. So he picked Grey because of my eye color. My middle name means ‘firstborn son’, and I’m the first one that was born.

Alex: I don’t know why my parents named me Alex. But I’m glad they did cause it’s a gender-neutral name. Meanwhile, my middle name means rebellious women. I think it fits me. 

Salvia: Dad named me after the flowers at their wedding, which were Salvias and they could be red or blue like either of their hair colors. Miyamoto is the name of granny from my mom’s side, she wanted some reminder of her mom.

Daichi: Daichi means grand or impressive first son, which I think fits me perfectly cause I’m mom’s first son and I will be grand and impressive. Hikaru, my middle name, means shining brilliance. Again, it fits me so well.

3. Your age?

Ashley: I’m eleven~

Grey: I’m sixteen.

Alex: I’m fourteen.

Salvia: I’m twelve~

Daichi: And I am fifteen~

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Ashley: I can understand Pokemon like my dad~ And I can cheer people up by singing, I don’t know anything else. (She doesn’t know she has Psychic abilities yet)

Grey: I can run really fast if that counts.

Alex: I guess being able to be mistaken for a boy and a girl...Despite the fact, I’m neither!!

Salvia: I don’t think so. I’m pretty normal.

Daichi: I don’t think so either. 5. What's your eye color?

Ashley: It’s blue, like my mom’s~

Grey: It’s gray, I think it’s from my dad.

Alex: My eyes are purple.

Salvia: I have blue eyes like Ashley~ Twins~

Daichi: I also have blue eyes. 6. How about hair color?

Ashley: Raven black, like my dad’s~

Grey: I think my dad said my hair color is crimson red, that or scarlet red. Or just plain red.

Alex: My hair is black.

Salvia: Blue~ Like my dad’s~

Daichi: It’s green...like my dad’s hair... 7. Have any family members?

Ashley: Yeah~ My mom, my dad, my twin brother and sister, my uncle Silver, my aunt Ciara, my cousins Grey and Katri, my granny Delia, my grandpa Red, lots of family members~

Grey: My dad, my mom, my little sister, my uncle, my aunt, my cousin, my grandparents. It’s a pretty big family.

Alex: My mom, my dad, and my older brother. I only really like my brother.

Salvia: Yup~ My mom, my dad, my grandparents and...I think that’s actually it.

Daichi: My mom, my dad...my stepdad...my half-sister...my grandpa Norman, my grandma Caroline, my uncle Max and some others.

8. Fav color?

Ashley: Orange and yellow~

Grey: Black, gray and white.

Alex: Purple, black, white, pink and blue.

Salvia: Blue~

Daichi: Green and brown.

9. Fav food and drink?

Ashley: Macarons and Moomoo milk~ Best combo~

Grey: Ramen and green tea. Mostly if said ramen was spicy.

Alex: I guess leek and potato soup, my brother made it for me when we moved to Kalos. It was really good. As for the drink, I guess water.

Salvia: I love rice balls and dangos~ Both are so yummy~ I also like green tea with honey~

Daichi: My mom makes the best curry~ That’s my favorite food~ Oh, and soda pop~

10. Who's your crush?

Ashley: I really like my friend Chetari~ I’d say she’s my crush~

Grey: I have a girlfriend, her name is Tina.

Alex: Monica’s my crush, I kind of hope she likes me back.

Salvia: I don’t have a crush per say, but I do think Apollo is attractive. *blushing* I would like to get to know him better~

Daichi: I like Sable, she’s really friendly.

11. If you have one, did you kiss yet?

Ashley: *giggles* I kissed her cheek~ She got really red and it was adorable~

Grey: Me and Tina kiss all the time. *small smile* I like her kisses.

Alex: *blushes heavily* N-N-No... I want to though...

Salvia: *blushing* O-Oh my, k-kissing... Th-That seems a b-bit bold...

Daichi: I mean...I kissed the back of her hand but...not on the cheek or lips... *blushes*

12. Your hobbies?

Ashley: Oh, dancing, singing, gardening, sewing, baking, and parkouring~

Grey: I took into skateboarding and roller skating back when I was in Kalos. I’m still pretty good.

Alex: I take martial arts, karate, tae kwon do, basically any kind of fighting I can do. I also like to cook, I’ll say that much. Oh, there’s also the piano. I hate playing it but for some reason, I still play it.

Salvia: I love dancing with Ashley~ I also learned how to knit when I was maybe seven and I love knitting~

Daichi: Well aside from being a coordinator, I like to take pictures of whatever I see. I also took an interest in gymnastics and I play the trumpet. I also like to plant berries for my Pokeblock.

13. Who are your friends?

Ashley: I have lots of friends~ My best friend being Salvia~ I’m also friends with Lillie, Lana, Mallow, Tina, Monica, Chetari, Moon and Penelope~ Oh, another best friend is Takako~

Grey: I guess Daichi, Gladion, and Kiawe are pretty good friends of mine. 

Alex: I see Ashley as a really good friend, I guess the same could be said for Salvia and Daichi. 

Salvia: Oh~ Ashley’s my best friend~ I’m also friends with Penelope, Lillie, Lana, Chetari and Mallow~

Daichi: I’m Grey’s best friend, of course. I’m also pretty close to Sophocles. We have fun playing video games together.  14. Fav weather?

Ashley: Sunny~ That’s the best kind of weather~ 

Grey: I guess cloudy, mostly dark clouds. Cause that means it’ll rain and I like rain.

Alex: Snow! I like the sun and all, but I’ve lived in Snowpoint city and Snowbelle city for all my life. Snow is what I always remember.

Salvia: Like Ashley, I love sunny weather~ It’s so much fun to play in~

Daichi: I like partly cloudy, not too sunny and not too cloudy. It’s perfect. 15. What season do you prefer?

Ashley: Spring~ Everything is coming back from the cold and the flowers are pretty to look at~

Grey: I like Fall. All the colors they have are really great to look at.

Alex: WINTER!!! I LOVE WINTER!!!

Salvia: Summer~ Summer~ Summer~

Daichi: I’d say Spring, that’s when I can go back to gardening. 16. Your biggest fears?

Ashley: Rhyhorns...I hate Rhyhorns...

Grey: Watching Katri and Ashley die and I can’t stop them from dying...

Alex: Not being accepted by my close friends...

Salvia: The rumors of my parents being true...

Daichi: My dad dying and me being unable to say goodbye... 17. Any persons you don't like?

Ashley: I don’t like Dusk, she’s really mean to me when I want to be friends.

Grey: I don’t like grandma Grace when Ashley was little she tried to show her how to ride a Rhyhorn. She kept getting bucked off and me, Salvia, Daichi, and Ashley told her to stop and how it was enough but she kept going until she got her arm broken. I also hate that girl Sheryl.

Alex: I don’t like my parents, they tried to force me to be a cis boy.

Salvia: My dad’s old fiancee! Sure she gave me my Vileplume but she only did it to try and get me to like her! She’s mean! 

Daichi: I don’t like Harley...Sure he makes my mom happy and all but still... 18. Do you like cute things/persons?

Ashley: Of course I do~

Grey: I guess my sister and my cousin count, so yeah.

Alex: Totally, what isn’t there to like about cute things?

Salvia: Oh yes~ All the way yes~

Daichi: I find a lot of Bug types cute, yeah. 19. A compliment you get to hear often?

Ashley: That I’m really good at dancing and how I’m a lot like my parents.

Grey: That I’m a good battler just like my dad.

Alex: Someone once said ‘Don’t stick to gender stereotypes, fight society you genderfluid warrior’. I guess that would count.

Salvia: That I create amazing displays with the most unlikely Pokemon type~ And they said Poison-types were ugly, ha!

Daichi: That I’m really good at gardening and coordinating.

20. Name your worst habits.

Ashley: I guess my energy and my bottomless stomach can be a bit of an issue...

Grey: People say I glare a little too much which makes me look intimidating.

Alex: It’s not my fault I get angry when people think I’m a boy or a girl.

Salvia: I am very submissive...I’m honestly glad my friends don’t take advantage of that.

Daichi: I’ll admit, I do have a lot of arrogance. My friends are working on having me break out of that. 21. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Ashley: My parents and my aunt of course~

Grey: My dad, obviously.

Alex: Drew! He was the reason why I got interested in Pokemon coordinating in the first place!

Salvia: My mom and Mrs. Ketchum for sure~

Daichi: My dad! He’s awesome! 22. Do you go to school?

Ashley: Yup~ I go to school~

Grey: We all do actually.

Alex: I was nervous at first but it’s not so bad.

Salvia: I like going to our school in Alola~

Daichi: It’s fun actually, I like it there. 23. Ever wanna marry and have kids one day?

Ashley: I guess so, with Chetari~

Grey: That would be nice if me and Tina are still together.

Alex: If Monica wants to date me yeah.

Salvia: *blushing* I would like that, with Apollo.

Daichi: Yes, with Sable. 24. Do you have fangirls/fanboys?

Ashley: Maybe like one or two.

Grey: Too many to count...

Alex: Not really but I’m glad I don’t have any.

Salvia: I think one boy gave me flowers.

Daichi: I have a fan club. 25. What do you usually wear?

Ashley: I mostly wear dresses that are yellow or orange and an orange headband, I don’t wear hats often~

Grey: A black and white striped T-shirt and gray shorts, as well as black tennis shoes. It’s pretty basic.

Alex: Like Grey a striped T-shirt only it’s black and purple, I’ll either have a white skirt or a pair of black shorts, sometimes I’ll wear shorts under my skirt. I also have a white scarf, striped socks, and black sneakers. I also wear pink and blue bandages around my fists.

Salvia: Normally it’s a blue dress, white tights, and blue Mary Jane shoes. I also never go anywhere without my blue ribbons.

Daichi: I wear a green shirt and brown shorts and green sneakers. I also have a brown jacket that looks like my dad’s, he gave it to me before he left. 26. What class are you? (low class, middle class, high class)

Ashley: I’d say, high class, mom’s the Kalos Queen and dad has a lot of jobs.

Grey: High class, my dad’s a champion and my mom’s an actress. So high class.

Alex: I think middle class.

Salvia: Upper middle class since my parents work for Ashley’s parents.

Daichi: I’d say middle class or lower high class, it’s hard to tell.

27. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Ashley: I’d say the ocean~ It’s fun saying hi to all the Water types~

Grey: Ocean for sure. Sharpedo can enjoy a swim.

Alex: I’d go with a lake, I’m not that good at swimming.

Salvia: I’ll say a lake too, it’s more controlled.

Daichi: I’d say both have their good points, so both.

28. What's your type?

Ashley: Psychic types because they can be great companions when you need them~

Grey: Dark-types because they can be crafty and sneak away with little to no detection.

Alex: Fighting-types because their fighting styles are amazing and different.

Salvia: Poison-types because I find them so cute and they are not ugly!

Daichi: Bug types because all of them have so much beauty inside and out. It kind of annoys me that Mrs. Misty fears them when she doesn’t know them.  29. Camping or indoors?

Ashley: Both~ I love camping and sleeping indoors~

Grey: I’m with Ashley on this, both are fun.

Alex: I’d say camping, more time to train and improve my fighting stances.

Salvia: Indoors, I got lost while camping once.

Daichi: Camping, I could find more berries to plant and more Bug types to play with.

[amiscreations]

Hysteria: The Def Leppard Story: The Stuff I LIKE/The Stuff They GOT RIGHT - A Study

Right off the bat, I want to say that I am very much aware that Def Leppard themselves have said that they dislike this film as a representation of them (and don't get me wrong I cOMPLETELY understand why, but more on that in my other post, check the notes!). By saying I like certain things about the film, I am in no way trying to take away from this, and I know at the end of the day my opinion means nothing if the band it is about dislike it. That being said, I am still allowed to have an opinion, and I am also allowed to like certain elements of the film as a piece of media!

if you want to know all the things i don't like about the film, check out part 1 here!

Disclaimers out of the way, here's my live blogging of my thoughts while watching! Enjoy! (you might want popcorn,, I have a lot of thoughts!😂)

This visual representation of the crash i think is done really well, and you can totally understand Rick's frustration.

aww Joe, once a rock fan always a rock fan. I've heard people say otherwise, but I can definitely see teen joe's room looking like this!

HELLO SAV aka the one person who is portrayed completely accurately in this film🥰 seriously even his accent is believable which is saying a lot😂

and hello Steve🥰 hes also pretty accurately portrayed, and I honestly really love how they did his story.

also can I take a moment to say that the guy who plays him (Karl Geary I think?) is bEAUTIFUL

Rick's audition and them bantering about cup finals AWW! if this is definitely how it went down you can't tell me any different.

the Keith Moon impression is honestly one of my favourite moments

"I need an opening act, and i'm thinking Def Leppard" "that's good thinking" LMAO confident boi

the little moments of banter they have are just the best tbh, the photoshoot (before Pete kicks off) is v sweet. if they did one thing right it was this.

"now can we get a limo? muhahaha" smol boi, he really is living the dream aww

Henlo america

also the guy who plays Sav (I think his name is Adam? I cba to look it up I might be wrong) has his mannerisms and playing style down to a T😩

I love how they included Joe's iconic purple sparkly shirt (even if in this its blue sssh)

STEVE IN THE GOGGLES AND FLIPPERS AWW

"you forget something there O Drum God?" once a Thundergod always a Thundergod🥰

Joe fanboying over Mutt aww

apart from his weird American accent, I love Mutt in this too!

While I don't like the constant tension between Joe and Rick, I love his joe's pep talk he gives to rick.

"peace hold on one sec" aww mutt is so sweet

Rick's Union Jack shorts make their debut

"you don't get stage fright, Steve gets stagefright" idk why I just love that line😂

Phol makes his appearance in full glam, what a king

Steve and Phil: *guitar battling(?) and Steve storms off* Mutt: *sips tea*👀

Terror Twins est. 1983🥰

yes they had crazy parties, they just hid them well. i'm so glad they didn't leave this out.

Joe @ Sav: "you just want everyone to Be NiCe" yup that pretty much sums the boy up😂

I like all the subtle hints to Steve's drinking getting worse, it shows that he really was trying to hide it, that's if he believed he had a problem at all. oh Steve😔

the whole scene of the Terror Twins in the taxi I just love. I feel like that's exactly how they spent their nights off.

Lorelai aww

I ADORE the date scene with Steve and Lorelai, it really delves into his character, and how much Lo understood him. This scene is just beautiful, and I love how loved up they are🥰

the dream sequence is cool too! I love how its Mutt encouraging him too, what a guy.

Rick being the optimistic king he is! we love to see it!

THE WATCH INCIDENT BAHAHA I love how clueless the Terror Twins are aww they really are my last two braincells

there were so many little inside jokes and funny moments they could have included, and i'm glad this was one of them!

yess go Rick! this is probably my favourite scene tbh, when the guys all come to visit him and show him his new drums, its just so wholesome, and they are all happy for once (like they were pretty much the whole time irl)

also Two Steps Behind is vERY random here, but it fits the scene and its my favourite Leppard song, so ill give it a win 🥰

Keith Moon makes his reappearance

Steve with his erotic statue,, a feminist icon😪 /hj

I like how Joe acknowledges that they are in debt, lots of biopics fail to mention how expensive studio time is, even if you are a famous band.

MUTT RETURNS WOOO

aww they are just so supportive of Steve, who still doesn't believe he has a problem (😔) I really love the scene in the rehab centre, I think its the first time that the film properly shows how supportive they were/still are of one another.

Sav's one moment of glory: "while you were posing and winding them up, you know what ive been doing? ive been watching. you should try it sometime you'll learn a lot." WISE WORDS FROM THE SAV🛐

" I would have bounced ya in a second! it was only ol' Savage going 'WhErE wE GoNNa FiNd AnOtHEr DrUmmEr?'" LMAO one of my fav lines in the film

Rick's lil speech to Steve about the curse aww the boi really can put a positive spin on anything

actually this whole heart to heart scene between Rick and Steve I love🥰

YESS YOU ARE A ROCK GOD STEEB WE LOVE YOU

Steve and Sav's outfits are on point Yass

SAV DOING THE SASSY SAV THINGS WE LOVE TO SEE IT

the boys made it my dudes🥰

Thats it for the good stuff! Its honestly more than I expected🥰 if you've read tis far please reblog! I realise its mostly just quotes I like, and I feel like I missed a few, as I will admit, that while the script is,, weird, it does have some really good lines here and there. remember these are all just my opinions, so feel free to agree or disagree, or add anything you think I missed! thank you so much for reading my loves! I had a lot of fun with this💜💜💜

So I watched Hysteria: The Def Leppard Story,, and I have tHOUGHTS👀

It seems to be a NYE trend in the Leppard fandom to watch this film, so I thought I'd partake in it since i've been meaning to watch it again. This is the first time i've watched it since properly getting into Leppard, and honestly, despite its gLARING flaws, I don't hate it? I liked it more than I thought, tho honestly that just made the errors a lot more obvious.

Imma reblog this twice tomorrow, once for the things I DO love about it, and again for the things I DO NOT like about it. This should be fun, so stay tuned!

[xhaikyuu-trash]

[Part 1 - Sheep Anon] Hello - may I have a matchup please? You can call me the sheep anon. I'm pretty short, and I'm an INFJ. I have medium length straight, black hair, parted and held using hairpins. My eyes are large and dark brown. I am often told that I look kawaii, haha. My dressing style is casual and comfortable (t-shirts, jeans, sweaters, etc.). I really love to draw and I put lots of time and effort into my artwork. I'm constantly seeking improvement. I also like manga and anime.

[Part 2 - Sheep Anon]I’m polite, and I smile a lot. I’m not very social, and I’m more of an indoorsperson. Around strangers, I’m very quiet, shy, and also a little timid.However, when I get to know someone better, I’m more talkative and I like tojoke around as well. I’m quite shy with PDA, but I like to be around mypartner, just hanging out and enjoying their company. Small gestures from timeto time are cute too, like an occasional hug or just holding hands. I hope thiswasn’t too long! >

How it happened:

Throughout the whole day, you were reading and watchinganime comfortably on your bed. No one disturbed you and you didn’t disturbanybody. While you were searching for something new to read or watch, you werealso on your facebook to check family and friends’ updates. As you scroll toyour facebook news feed, an anime fan page you liked had advertise an anime communitycafé (like club penguin). Out of curiosity, you click on it. As you roamaround, seeing what the website offered, you thought it was cool. You can makean avatar to be as your profile picture, you can build your own home, playvarious mini games to earn coins, make friends, post photos, join groups andengage yourself in discussions about anime and manga.

Since you like the idea, you went on ahead and signed up. Asyou put all the requirements and went to your email for the confirmation, youraccount was set.

The first thing you did was set your avatar. You put all thepreferences that you wanted in your avatar. Once you completed that, you wentto edit your about me section. Afterwards, you went straight to the discussionto read peoples’ remark and opinions. When you read enough comments, you wentto play the mini games to earn coins to buy accessories and clothes for youravatar and furniture’s for your home.

For about an hour or so of earning coins, you received anotification that someone messaged you. You click on it. A person name SatoriTendo had messaged you.

The message said, “Hi, I just log on to see that you’re anew addition to the group of “Shounen Jump Fandom”. I rarely do thisintroductory because it is stupid. But I just wanted to say welcome.”

With politeness, you reply with a “thank you.”

Then he messaged you about anime and manga. “What type ofmanga do you like reading?” he asks.

You liked a lot of manga, so, instead of giving him a ton oflist, you narrow it down. When you hit the enter button to send your message,you were curious about his profile. From the information, he was a male, he’s twoyears older than you, he has a lot of common interest and he was one of theadministrative of the group.

While continuing to stalk his profile; via photo album, youreceived a reply. Satori literally gave you a review of the manga he likes. Notonly that but he also gave you some suggestion and even asked you to givefeedbacks.

You told him, “okay and thanks for sharing.” Because youdidn’t know what else to say. Your social skills were limited due to beingtimid and quiet in real life.

When two weeks passed, Satori messaged you. He asked if youever got the chance on reading his suggested list. You said that you only readfour out of ten of them. Two you already read them and the other two, you justrecently finished. Then he asked you what were your feedbacks and states thatyou cannot say, “I like it” or anywhere along the lines. For a moment, you hadto think.

The ones you already read, you gave him a nice lengthy one, explainingto him your favorite character, something you hate about it, and one of the episodesyou liked. The ones you recently read, you just gave him a paragraph of whatyou liked. After yours, Satori shared his thoughts.

Days passed and all you two talked about was anime and mangato which it got boring talking about it all the time, every single day. Tospice things up, Satori once again hit you up. Instead of the usual offangirling/fanboying about anime and manga, he wanted to get to know you.

He asked what hometown you lived, other hobbies, any sportsyou play, favorite food, favorite color, favorite actors and actresses, whattypes of music do you like and so forth.

When he learned that you lived in the same hometown, hewished to meet you. At first, you gave him a big fat no because for one thing,he looks kind of creepy and you weren’t sure you want to meet him. It was toosoon and it was your first time meeting an online person.

Satori reveal how upset he was, but completely understand.Maybe it was too soon to meet up.

Exactly 4months of talking to Satori, you felt comfortable.You reveal your personality such as being a teaser and being a talkativeperson. You even shared your artwork to which Satori would always give infeedbacks. Honest feedbacks with encouragements.

A year passed and you were off and on with the anime café.You only went on when Satori messaged you. Other than that, you would log off. Sinceyou two know each other pretty well, Satori bought up the courage to ask youagain if you two could met up. This time he mentions that you two can meetsomewhere where it is a big crowd. You thought about it and gave him the chance.You two met at a park.

When you two met, it was awkward and very astonishing. Itwas like, “Hey. This is me. The person that you’ve been talking to online.”

Satori being the man, started the conversation. From thereon, you two talked for a whole two hours. Afterwards, you two exchanged numbersand any social media.

A month later, Satori asked you to come out to the veryfirst spot you two officially met. From there, he confessed.

After being in a relationshipfor a long time (3months+)

Ever since he got your number, he had been calling you orfacetime/webcam every chance he can get. He gets extremely excited when heshares his love for shounen jump. He never ever had anybody talk about Shounenjump, other than trying to get Ushijima join. He is super duper glad that he finallyhas someone to share the moment. Also, you better expect “anime/manga and chill”moments. (like Netflix and chill, but without the nasties). ALSO YOU BEST BELIEVE THAT YOU TWOWOULD DEFINITELY GO TO EVERY ANIME-CON there is. Satori is literally paying forthe tickets.

Every time he sees you, especially locking with your kawaiieyes, he thinks you are the cutest thing ever. Your kawaii eyes and your shortheight, he thinks you’re a real life chibi!

He once asked for you if you have the desire to become a comicdrawer or a manga drawer. If you do, he asks of you to let him be the storywriter. He kind of got a thing for writing. If you don’t because your skillsare not up to it, you will wait until you are ready. And if you really don’thave the desire to become one of those jobs, then he is completely fine.

Okay. Okay. As far as PDA, Satori is also the worst. When hekisses, it’s more like a peck on the lips, cheeks or forehead. He doesn’t likesmooching up on you because, I don’t know. He finds it weird. Holding hands orhugging is an ideal skinship for him.

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Report of a trip to Japan, September 2016, Buck-Tick related parts

Conversations with Japanese fans, BT cafe, Climax Together 3rd. I know it’s very late. I just want to post something and practice my English. My memories could be wrong.

Osaka, Yousukou Ramen

That small restaurant The Mortal members have been to in 2015. It’s hidden deeply in the streets of Umeda, difficult to find even with the help of Google Map, it was smaller than I thought it to be, there were only about 10 seats, and I wouldn’t say it was very clean inside.

The Ramen was very delicious, I was satisfied with its taste, but one bowl was not enough to fill my stomach at 3pm. Due to nervousness, I didn’t say Acchan-chan’s name.

(On that morning, I had much trouble finding a store called Umeda Loft, then the next day I had much trouble finding the live house Umeda Club Quattro, I guess the Feng Shui of that place does not suit my birth time.)

Tokyo, a hotel

I talked to the staffs of the hotel I lived in. One 20 or 30-something staff knew BT, when another staff who looked around the same age as him asked “What’s that?”, he answered “Old Visual Kei”, then praised my taste in music, “very good, very good. It’s rare (to see girls like me coming to Japan for bands like BT, I guess that’s his meaning)”

Tower Records Kinshicho

The Tower Records famous for a whole shelf of BT stuffs. It’s one the 4th floor (or maybe 3th or 5th I don’t quite remember) of a shopping center which is not faraway from the JR line station. If you want to buy BT’s CDs in Tokyo, I suggest you either go there or Tower Records Shibuya.

At the shrine of Morioka Ken, the boards had not been as full as they were in Cayce’s photos.

Sadly I didn’t have enough money to buy everything, I already bought many records in Osaka and Kyoto, so I only bought Mona Lisa Overdrive, Sabbat, Minus(-)’s D and the only one Togawa Jun album there (in the J-pop section).

Tower Records Cafe in Harajuku

On September 10th, I went to the Tower Records Cafe. I know there would be many people since the next day we shall Climax Together, but I didn’t realize I had to wait for two hours out on the street, but thank for the line of ladies dressed in black I didn’t get lost, okay several gentlemen were there, too, there were 40+ year old ladies in Visual Kei style outfits, 30-something ladies with elegant make up, in normal clothes, there were also JKs younger than me and 30-year-old men who looked just like any Japanese salarymen.

I talked to the nice looking lady behind me. She asked about the official translation of Buck-Tick in Chinese, it’s “花火師”, which means “pyrotechnist, it made her laugh so hard, and no, we rarely use that name.

I introduced her to Tumblr. She laughed again when I searched “Buck-Tick” on Tumblr, photos came out were Acchan, Acchan, and Acchan, “Nothing but Acchan!” Then she introduced Tumblr to her friends on LINE as a place to find many beautiful Acchan pictures.

She started another topic: “Do your parents love Japanese music, too?”

“My mom is Sakamoto Ryuichi-san’s fan.”

“She likes YMO?”

“She hates YMO.”

“Oh, then does she like Buck-Tick?”

“Not really, the only BT songs she likes are Jupiter, Dress and Flame.”

“Anyway,” she said, “I’m glad BT’s songs are liked by Sakamoto-san’s fan.”

It seems Sakamoto Ryuichi and YMO are one rank higher in dignity than all those rock bands.

When I finally got into the Cafe, it’s long past lunch time, I was very hungry. Climax Together 1992 was played on the screen, I felt very difficult to eat my pasta which was not spicy at all despite what was written on their websites while the man I love was singing about despair, pain, madness and desire to die.

Later, friends reported that they waited for 4 whole hours outside the cafe on September 12th, so I’m the lucky one!

Bar Teranga in Ebisu

It’s the bar Imai mentioned in his blog, owned by his wife’s sister Akane, who is also an indie musician. It’s hidden in the streets of Ebisu, on the third floor of a building, with only one tiny signboard outside.

I went there for the evil purpose of examining whether she looked as cute as she was in photos, or it’s photoshop’s doing (I’m not evil enough to think about meeting or stalking BT members, I swear), but I didn’t see her, that night only the male staff Takizawa Ryo was there, he is an indie musician, in 2012, some fans got extremely angry (I’m not sure why) after they found that the BT charity bags were sold at his concerts...but it has already passed, Imai has explained in his blog, Cayce has posted on her blog, so I’ll stop here.

The bar was small, gothic style, there was a wall full of Jrockers’ signatures, including all members of BT, Aki from Sid, Motokatsu, someone from D’erlanger, someone from Merry, Sakurai Ao maybe, and so on, I said “someone” and “maybe” because I couldn’t decipher their signatures which were all so artistically written. Only Shirosaki Jin, the big fanboy and former NO.1 host wrote readable kanjis. I heard there was also one written by Die, of dir en grey, but failed to find it. Aside from signatures, they also used Jrock magazines and BT tour goods as decoration, you can find BT stuffs even in the toilet. The Sakurai Drops box is surprisingly small.

There were three customers when I entered the door, all about 40 years old, two ladies, one gentlemen. I sat down, ordered curry rice and beer in English, the two ladies said “Oh, foreigner?” Then, one of them said:

“But why this bar... Bakuchiku fan?”

“...Yes.” I answered.

They gave me a very warm welcome by screaming and shouting.

“Do you speak Japanese?”

“Only a little.”

“Yokohama Arena?” She tried to speak very slow.

“Yes, but my seat is terrible.”

“Whoo, you come to Japan for a concert!”

“Uh...I came for sightseeing.”

“But your main purpose is the concert, isn’t it?”

And yes.

We talked about BT, Visual Kei and Jpop. “It’s amazing that Japanese music has influence on other countries’ people.” they said. Later, they began talking about baseball, Johnny’s idol groups, and the coming Visual Japan Summit (finally I remember that name).

The curry rice was nice. One of the ladies drank so much High-ball but her face didn’t change a bit, I envy people like her.

I left before all three of them, “Good night! See you tomorrow in Yokohama.” The Japanese fans said.

(Small information:

There is a bar in Minatoku, Tokyo, owned by NAO (BY-SEXUAL) and BT’s former manager Kojima, the name is “Azabu Kyuuban”, or “Azabu NO.9” in English. Many Jrockers had been there, including members of BT, Glay, Plastic Tree, Golden Bomber, Kishidan, Nocturnal Bloodlust and so on. Some BT fans love to go there after the Budoukan show, so if you want to go there that day, too, remember to pre-order.)

Yokohama Arena

There are big “横浜アリーナ” and “Yokohama Arena” words written above an exit of the station, you can follow the ladies in black as well.

I arrived at Yokohama Arena at about 12:30 pm, there was a long, long goods line in the rain, even there were many staffs selling the goods and they were quick, I think I still waited for more than 1.5 hours outside, and when I finally got into the venue, I found there were still many people waiting in front of me. Aku no Hana 2015 remix was played, when Kiss Me Good-bye was over, National Media Boys came, so they must played it for more than once, friends who came later than me reported they heard another album there. I heard almost one Aku no Hana inside the venue, than my turn of buying goods finally came.

It was reported by Japanese fans if you came at 3 pm, you did not need to wait, so I guess at concerts if you don’t want the most popular goods such as Sakurai Drops or Acchan eye masks, it will be better if you don’t come very early.

After buying the goods, same with many fans, I walked to a nearby shopping center, spent two hours there. One oddity was that, when I went to the toilet in the shopping center, everyone waited there was BT fans, I can tell they were fans because all of them wore either BT T-shirts, or typical bangya clothes such as black lace dress and black high heel boots, one of them wore a Mr. Matsumoto guitar print scarf, that famous one with red hearts.

Then back to the venue, people had already lined up for entering. Passersby looked at us curiously.

Since everyone has already watched the WOWOW video, I’d better not say too much about the concert itself, so just a few things:

1. Chandeliers were beautiful.

2. Beside me was a middle aged man, he cried during Jupiter.

3. People clapped their hands during the intro of Dokudanjo, it’s a bit hard to learn.

4. I didn’t realize Imai played Passing Mountain then, feel ashamed.

5. Imai’s guitar was so loud (noisy) that I could barely hear Acchan talking, and it was because Imai’s guitar, not my poor Japanese, Japanese fans have reported same problem.

6. I think you already know that, but the spoken words in Dress are “早く、行かなくちゃ” (I have to go, now).

7. Acchan said: “It must be difficult to see from there, I’m sorry”, then turned the stage light to the stage side and 2nd floor seats, fans who were lit up all waved their hands, screamed in happiness to him. He is a very gentle person indeed.

This year I plan to visit Japan again.

I will go to Fujioka, Gunma to see Imai Shouten. But before that I need to learn more Japanese.

Oh, actually this Gunma-chan (with serious bear) is not the first Gunma-chan.

The original Gunma-chan is this:

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5 Great Thinker Quotes You’re Using Wrong

Nothing obligates us appear smart like repeating something an actual smart being formerly did. Why bother coming up with your own droll reply, when you’re pretty sure you formerly read about something Winston Churchill may or may not have said to some other dick, course back in the working day? Or perhaps “its been” Oscar Wilde. Or maybe nobody actually used to say at all, and you’re just mincing up half-remembered takes in your foreman. You check their own problems: Some of the more popular quotes from some of the most famous geniuses don’t actually aim what we believe that they do. For illustration …

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Murphy’s Law( “Anything That Can Go Wrong, Will Go Wrong”) Was Just A Dig At His Own Bumbling Assistants

You know Murphy and his damn Statute: “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.” In other statements: The universe is always out to got to get. It doesn’t trouble if you plan ahead and preparations for all contingencies — something will always go wrong and bolt you over. Yep, the fundamental rules of the universe are why our last camping expedition was just going shit; it’s not because we strategy it at the last second and produced nothing but a Taco Bell combo box.

What It Actually Necessitates:

The original signify was more like, “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong … when you’ve got these chuckleheads for assistants.” The Murphy in Murphy’s Law wasn’t some historic genius or ancient philosopher, but a U.S. Air Force engineer called Edward A. Murphy. His evidence was provoked by a military venture committing a rocket-powered sled, apparently designed as a way to capture and relish a particularly elusive roadrunner.

US Air Force * Holds up signed that replies “Yipes! ” * Murphy was tasked with installing sensors of his own design on the sled, to evaluate its speeding, but once the test was ended, the sensors hadn’t weighed shit. Murphy blamed the failure on his assistants, pronouncing TAGEND

Nick T. Sparks Murphy’s Employee’s Law: “[ shrug ]. ”

“If there’s any room they can do it wrong , they will.” Yes, the original form of this popular proverb was just a passive-aggressive boss chewing out his employees( for something that might have actually been his flaw ).

As the sled venture prolonged, other members of the team distilled Murphy’s phrase to a more familiar species( “If anything can go wrong, it will” ), and give it serve as a remember to make their patterns as idiot-proof as is practicable. Murphy’s Law was never meant to imply there’s a sitcom-like regulation that the universe is out to get you. Just that your boss thinks you suction. Of trend, this is all evidence of another universal rule that generally holds true: “Shit rotations downhill.”

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“Well-Behaved Women Seldom Make History” Was A Plea To Get Well-Behaved Women Some Recognition Already

One of many beads of wisdom assigned to Marilyn Monroe, the word “Well-behaved ladies seldom[ or rarely] acquire history” is most often used in one of two ways: A) as a announce of encouragement for women to stand up, get noticed, and carve their place into the annals of biography, or B) as an excuse for used to go and getting hammered. After all, Monroe, bless her being, was pretty good at both those things.

What It Actually Entails:

It is necessary that well-behaved women seldom obligate biography … but they should . You’ve probably already predicted that the matter is paraphrase wasn’t actually from Marilyn Monroe — it was reproduced 14 years after her death by historian Laurel Thatcher Ulrich. In 1976, she produced a scholarly essay documenting the eulogies of colonial females, which voices almost as merriment and sex as a Marilyn Monroe flick, sure. In her analysis of those eulogies — often the only the recording of these women’s lives — Ulrich manufactured the following see TAGEND

Laurel Thatcher Ulrich If you can’t to be dealt with when they’re polite, you don’t deserve them when they’re slightly more polite .

Ulrich’s message wasn’t “fuck the rules, ” it was more “can I get a little adore for all my virtuous sisters in the house? ” Her work is all about celebrating the ordinary people who gradually enact societal change over the decades, but are forgotten by biography since they are do it quietly. In her work A Midwife’s Tale , for instance, Ulrich combed through the( at first glance, unusually dull) publication of an average 18 th-century American midwife — uncovering the previously unknown economic and cultural rights wallop of midwifery in the country. For speciman: How many of people know “midwifery” was a word? We sure didn’t.

Unfortunately, Ulrich herself is pretty well-behaved, so people will probably resume ascribing her terms to more “unruly” women.

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Charles Darwin Said “Science Has Good-for-nothing To Do With Christ” So They’d Stop Bugging Him About Religion

We can simply portrait it: Sir Charles Darwin was maybe taking part in some scorching conversation about progression with a cluster of religious zealots, when they asked about to explain how his dumb ape hypothesis jived with the Bible. And Darwin shut them all down with his famed, history-changing zinger: “Science has nothing to do with Christ.”

What It Actually Means:

Darwin didn’t hate religion — he just didn’t feel qualified to write about it. Harmonizing to his son, ol’ Chuck would get words from people expecting him about ethical and spiritual topics he simply didn’t suffer qualified to discuss. In 1879, at age 70, he replied to one such note like so TAGEND In other words: “What are you asking me for? ” He never set out to disprove the existence of God, and didn’t even consider himself an atheist TAGEND

So, how did Darwin earn his religion-hating honour? Blame his crony, T.H. Huxley. After On The Origin Of The Species was engraved, the British Association for Advancement of Science regarded their annual fit at Oxford and invited the clergy, since the two groups had been friendly up to that detail. Some clergy members hugged Darwin’s theory, some had skepticisms, and some were openly unfriendly. Bishop Samuel Wilberforce was one of the latter — he flat-out expected Huxley if the gorilla he condescended from was on his father’s back, or his mother’s.

Huxley shot back by saying that he would rather be related to apes than a humankind who employed his offerings to obscure the truth. Happens went downhill from there. Darwin, nonetheless, had the good sense to be sick that week and stayed out of the combat, which specified the colour for the progression debate in the 19 th century: Chuck would stay home and work on his volumes, while T.H. loudly antagonized creationists in his call. Others have since taken up that baton — you know them as “most of Reddit.”

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The Concept Of “Invisible Hand” Was Coined By Someone Who Actually Believed In Government Regulation

We’ve all was right here: You leave a quick provide comments on a picture of puppies wearing bowties, and next happening you know, you’ve been sucked into a days-long dialogue about financials. And at some place in that dispute, someone perhaps mentioned the “invisible hand” — the idea that even if corporations act like avariciou dickholes, the market will ever deal with them by itself, without Uncle Sam butting in. Predatory banks will eventually lose their clienteles. Non-abusive contractors will get more project. Capitalism is just best available, you guys.

This notion was first described by 18 th-century philosopher Adam Smith, who is considered the leader of modern economics( and examined precisely looks just like you just imagined, right down to the wig ). Smith fanboys like Milton Friedman have expended his ideas to explain why the government shouldn’t govern business, or tax the rich, or bother with commie bullshit like aid — exactly sit by, and give the invisible hand sort it all out!

What It Actually Necessitates:

You know who was a big fan of taxing the rich to help the poor, though? Adam Smith TAGEND

That’s Smith himself in the very same work where he justifies his invisible side intuition, so it’s not like he got softer with age or something. Smith knew that the free market had its restrictions. He exploited an entire section of his most famous run, The Wealth Of Nations , to explain the areas where “just let them do whatever they want” is not available — public works, the legal plan, education, and health care. Sure, he disagreed with rehearsals like prescribing tariffs, compensation caps, or setting monopolies, but these are not exactly radical standings. Pass a company a monopoly and before you know it, a cluster of drunkards dressed like Indians are dumping the produce in the Boston Harbor.

To sum up, Smith would have hated privatized health insurance, did not believe in trickle-down financials, and spurned the flat taxation. The invisible side can steer us, but when it is necessary to absolutely free markets, it’s not leaving out any glad endings.

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Karl Marx Said “Religion Is The Opium of the Masses” Because Opium Is Awesome

Karl Marx is the poster boy for atheism.

The German philosopher and granddaddy of communism furnished a perfect slam-quote to explain why religious parties were such mindless dolts: “Religion is the opiate of the masses.” This short but persuasive suppose has inspired countless jumpy t-shirts and skeleton-filled signs. So, Marx clearly meant that he considered religion kinfolks akin to mentally impaired, unproductive drug addicts laying on their own squalor, right? There’s no other explanation here.

What It Actually Intends:

First of all, if the current state of widespread pharmaceutical drug addiction has shown us anything, it’s that opiates are the opiates of the masses. But, maiming social question aside, check out the context in which Marx said that TAGEND

Marx said some pretty nice situations about belief and its role in culture, before angsty college minors wanting to make their parents feel stupids at Thanksgiving started quote-cropping him. Marx announced religion “the heart of a heartless world” and “the spirit of a spiritless situation, ” praising its ability to help people get through a tough life. He experienced empathy for the persons who seek refuge in belief , not disdain. If he saw you exploding extinction metal at carolers, he’d call you a thoughtless dick.

Instead of abolishing religion in his red utopia, Marx talks about wanting to create a macrocosm absolutely amazing that people don’t feel they need it anymore. It’s almost like he’s speaking in a way that won’t alienate the great majority of the person or persons likely to be reading his wield. He doesn’t even appear to use the word “sheeple! ” Go figure.

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