#guess which game it is without looking the quotes up. I dare you. I wouldn't have been able to guess before learning I know it.

[worldismyne]

The Longest Sleepover Ch 2

Summary: The first year of school did not go as planned for Harv and he’s never felt more alone. That is, until a loud kid from the saga studies course decides they’re best friends now.

(Year 1 AU, Harv deals with homophobia, Finn is oblivious.)

Series: Warrior U

Pairing: HarvFinn

Rating: T

Ao3 Link

Blanket forts, as it turns out, kind of get a little stuffy and warm after a while without a part lifted up. Which Finn refused to do, since it would 'ruin' the atmosphere. Little bowls of snacks were scattered about amongst a board game that got discarded when it turned out both of them were too competitive to play nicely. So instead, Finn had shifted the activity again to something he thought would be fun, but confused Harv. A common occurrence at this point in the night. Unlike truth or dare, which had rules Harv understood, Finn had made up a similar game of story or secret. They didn't have to be about yourself, so long as it was something no one had heard before. In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have agreed to play a storytelling game with a bard.

"Story or Secret?" Harv said. He was pretty much mindlessly eating snacks so he wouldn't have to talk. Finn was cross-legged in his nightshirt looking up at the ceiling.

"Secret!" Finn usually chose secret; he had loads of dated palace gossip that he'd pull out from some mental library. He especially relished when Harv would be utterly scandalized by a new nugget of information. "You have to promise to tell no one." Finn fidgeted. "Promise Harvey!"

"Alright, I promise..." Harv said through a mouthful of chips.

"I... I've never liked anybody." Finn bit his lip waiting for a reaction.

"Not even your mom?" Harv asked. Finn covered his face, shaking his head back and forth.

"No, I mean, 'like' like. Sure I've found muses of sorts, but..." Finn shrugged. "I guess it's not the same?"

"That doesn't sound too bad." Harv would much rather like no one than be stuck in the position he was in. "I don't mean to be rude, but why keep it a secret."

"Because it's all they talk about! The other bards." Finn growled in frustration. "Everything is 'who do you think is hotter' or 'what kind of person do you want to marry' all the time. We were having a perfectly normal conversation about Arthurian legend and then they got all hung up on finding the best word to describe someone's breasts. It. Was. Awful. And they had the nerve to say that... that something was wrong with me for not caring. So, I just started smiling and nodding like I understood when they'd derail into nonsense again."

"I mean, maybe you're just a late bloomer." Harv shrugged, but Finn just rolled his eyes. "What?"

"Do you have one then?" Finn made little quotes with his fingers. "A 'type'." Harv shoveled more chips into his mouth and looked at the print on the blanket like it could save him. "I knew it! It is just me, isn't it? I'm the weird one. Again." Harv desperately wanted to change the subject.

"What word did they decide on?" Harv asked. "Just, out of curiosity." Finn drooped and gave him a dead-eyed stare.

"Boobulent." Harv immediately choked on a chip as he started cackling. "Right!? Ugh, they were so proud of themselves, but I knew it was silly. Poetry is supposed to be elegant and romantic; not 'boobulent'." Finn crawled over and gave Harv a few slaps on the back. Harv could barely breathe, he was laughing so hard and for the first time in a while Finn felt vindicated by another person. "It must be nice though, knowing what you want." Harv's laughter died down.

"It's not." Harv could feel Finn's hand on his back, it was comforting and painful all at the same time. "Can we talk about something else?"

"...yeah." Finn took back his hand. "Secret or story?"

"Story." Harv always hid behind stories, it was easier than accidentally saying something he'd regret later. "Once upon a time, there was a dog-"

"Again, with the dogs." Finn laid down beside him and looked up at their patchwork sky.

"You want to hear a story or not?" Harv asked. Finn settled down and nodded.

"Once upon a time there was a little dog, he lived in a beautiful field filled with all the bread and sweet meats he could eat." Harv broke the chips into shapes so he could hold them up in front of the candle and cast shadows on the blanket wall. "Then one day, a duck as old as he was mean, told the dog he had to go on into the forest to bring one of his treats to a family of foxes. Now, the dog was used to sharing with his friends, so he didn't think anything of it. So, he didn't try to hide that he picked a cherry tart to bring to the fox house."

"Why a cherry tart?" Finn held up the dog chip to admire the hasty craftsmanship.

"Why does that matter?"

"Details like that usually mean something in a story." Finn handed the dog back to Harv. "Like as a symbol for something else, or an allusion to a different story, or to make it more real. Why'd the tart have to be cherry?"

"I don't know, it was the little fox's favorite." Harv shook his head. "And, I guess they're also hard to make, but it doesn't matter. The dog would have given whatever pastry the fox liked most, it just happened to be a cherry tart."

"So, realism, got it." Finn settled back in.

"Anyway, so the little dog took the tart through the forest to the little fox's house. The duck followed him, but the dog didn't know. The fox family was happy when the little dog showed up with the tart, the little fox most of all, but... but then the momma fox said..." Harv tried his best to make his voice a little higher. "'You always bring cherry tarts when you come to our house, some of us like other things you know.'" Harv frowned, but kept the shadow puppets up. "She was just making pleasant conversation, but the duck told the dog's family and then they told their friends and their friends told their friends. As the story spread, one tart turned into ten, turned into trees, turned into land; but everyone decided it meant the same thing... courting. Which wasn't true. But when people asked if the little dog liked the fox... he didn't say no the right way, I guess. It didn't matter how many different ways he said no, people had made up their minds." He bit the head off the dog chip.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well, how does it end?" Finn rolled over to look at Harv.

"That was the end." Harv sighed.

"Well, that can't be the end." Finn sat up. "You can't just stop a story right at the climax of the conflict. There has to be some kind of resolution. Like the dog gets revenge on the duck by spreading rumors about him, or he becomes so powerful it doesn't matter what anyone says anymore, or..." Finn took a chip and made a really goofy shape. "He starts courting someone else, for real this time."

"...What's that supposed to be?"

"You know, I was trying for a bluebird, but it looks more like a rabbit." Finn tilted his head to the side. It didn't look like much of anything at all, but Harv appreciated the gesture. "I just don't have as much practice as you do making little shapes out of food."

"Well which one do you want?" Harv dug another chip out of the bowl.

"Oooh, how about a peacock?"

"That's a little more complicated than a blue bird." Harv couldn't say no to Finn's starry-eyed face, so he did his best to make a peacock. It was decidedly okay at best. "There."

"And we'll need a new dog, you decapitated the poor thing before he could live happily ever after." Harv sighed and started to work on a dog chip. Finn, no longer interested in their old game, was determined to have a shadow puppet for every character of his masterpiece of an ending. An ending that was really hard to write since Harv was determined to retain ownership of the little dog. There was no way for Finn to know what the dog would say or do, the dog was Harv. Instead, Finn had the peacock court the dog with lavish gifts and indulgences until Harv felt too tired to keep telling the story. "And they lived happily ever after. See?"

"We should probably take all this down and get some sleep." Harv mumbled as he lay on the floor. Finn started to gather some pillows into a faux corner next to Harv.

"I thought, maybe we could sleep in here, it's more fun that way." Finn threw himself into the pillow pile. "You are having fun, aren't you?"

"...yeah."

"Good!" Finn pulled a large fluffy blanket over the both of them. "In the morning, we can have pancakes with little chocolates in them. Mother hates the mess they make, but this is a special occasion." The smile Finn gave him shined brighter than any candlelight. "We should do this again sometime." Harv gave a half-hearted sort of nod and rolled over to face the other way. "Goodnight Harvey."

-v-

That morning, Harv woke up to a bright light crawling up his body as one of the blankets to the fort was pulled open. Something warm moved against his stomach, and he could feel weight shift directly next to him. Finn had sat up to look at what opened the fort, his hair wild and his arm across Harv's chest.

"The pancakes are getting cold." Leenan warned gently. Panic coursed through Harv's veins at the sound of her voice. He slipped out of Finn's grasp and tried to act like they had been apart the whole time, but it was too late. She had seen. "I wasn't sure what peasants drink, so I just made Earl Grey."

He was used to people dancing around difficult subjects with him, but this was different. There was no subtle change in her expression that she tried to hide or an attempt to avoid the obvious with fake niceties. She genuinely didn't seem to think anything was out of the ordinary.

"Okay mom, we'll be down in a minute." Finn had slouched forward, trying to be fully present now that he'd been woken up. As soon as Harv heard the door close, he turned to Finn.

"Why would you do that!?" He struggled to keep his voice at a whisper. There was no telling how far his mother had gotten.

"Do what?" Finn said, clearly unaware that Harv wanted to be certain this conversation was private.

"The arm thing." Harv flailed in a frantic attempt to mime what Finn had done.

"I was asleep." Finn shrugged. "Man, it's cold. Have you seen my slippers?" He dug through the blankets, but stopped when he saw Harv was starting to hyperventilate. "What's gotten into you?"

"You don't understand. I told you I can't-" Harv quickly corrected himself. "We can't do things like that, even by accident. It doesn't matter if you didn't mean anything by it. If someone found out..."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic Harv, it's not like we were making out." Finn pulled back the covers and found his slippers. "Come on! Nothing's worse than cold tea."

"But..." Harv needed a moment to collect himself, because that wasn't something that had crossed his mind at all. Yet the longer he sat there, focusing on his breathing, the more it started to make sense. Finn was a rather odd person himself, to him, nothing Harv did seemed that abnormal. Growing up with a witch for a mother probably also skewed his idea of right and wrong. It only stood to reason that, no matter how Harv acted, they'd keep treating him the same way. It was kind of comforting in a way.

The pancakes were sweeter than anything Harv had ever tasted, the kitchen a symphony of chatter and flatware bumping into each other. He indulged in every second of it as he quietly finished his stack of pancakes. As he went to walk out the door, Finn hastily rushed to grab a pen and scrawled his number on Harv's forearm. He left the witch's house into the glittering morning, the birds and goats singing the praises of a new day. The moment he opened the door to his home, his family gathered around the table, the first thing that greeted him was silence.

Then his brothers were gently goaded out of the room and a lump caught in Harv's throat.

His mother looked worried; his dad looked suspicious.

"You finally going to tell me where you were?" Roland asked sternly.

"At a friend's house." Harv said. His father's suspicion grew and all Harv could do was look down at the dirt floor.

"All night?" Roland scrutinized his attire. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before and he hadn't packed an overnight bag before leaving for school. It was painfully obvious this was a decision he had made last minute.

"Yes sir."

"Which friend?" Roland continued. "Didn't recognize the number last night." Harv could barely move. "Do we even know him?"

"No sir." Harv flinched when he heard his father give out an exasperated sigh. He wasn't angry at him, just disappointed.

"Another boy." Roland sounded exhausted. "Son, you know what happened last time..."

"It wasn't like that." Harv tried to argue, but the way his voice hitched had both his parents looking panicked. They thought he was lying again, but he wasn't. The only thing that would come close was Finn accidentally holding him in the middle of the night. Which would sound so much worse out loud than what actually happened. The more he thought about it, the more anxious and upset he was getting and the more they'd think he was lying.

"I don't know what else we could try." Roland looked to Clover for guidance and Harv started to feel sick. He could see one of the numbers written on his arm peak out from underneath his sleeve.

"No." Harv said.

"Sweetie, we're just worried about you." Clover came to comfort him, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't have this same conversation over again. It was too much.

"I know you're worried about me." Harv finally snapped. "You're always worried about me. The last six months have been nothing but you telling anyone who would listen how worried you are about me. I have eaten, drank and worn anything you've given me. I've talked to everyone you've put me in front of. Nothing works. The only thing worrying has done is give me nowhere to go. No one wants to be seen talking to me anymore." He hated blowing up like this in front of his mom. It wasn't her fault that his father asked the pastor to pray for him in front of the entire church. "The only reason I was with a stranger is I can't go to my other friends' houses anymore!"

"Harvey, sweetheart, it'll be fine." Clover went to hug him, but he pulled away. "There's still a few things we could try."

"I'm done trying." Harv wanted to hold onto that anger. It was keeping him from noticing his mom wanted to cry or his dad looking at him like something was swallowing him whole. "I can't... I can't even be a proper warrior... I'm done." He leaned against the door for support. Warriors don't snivel over bad grades or losing friends, not that it mattered, he wasn't going to be one anyway. "I'll pay it back. I don't know how yet... I... had to... I-" It was hard to breathe for longer than a few seconds when he was crying. "I quit school."

Silence.

His parents shared a look, the kind of look when they were asking each other what comes next. A worried look that now reminded Harv of every snake oil elixir and leech. They shouted a conversation in small gestures and glances that he could not argue with because nothing had been said, but he heard it all the same.

What do we do with you?

He wanted so desperately to go somewhere this question didn't follow. He didn't want to hear what their answer was.

He wanted an answer of his own.

[makerofmadness]

I swear when/if I feel like it I will pair all of these up with fictional characters: 

"Only for the freakiest handshakes."

"Extremely unsettling, and somehow even worse than the regular kind."

"It's chocolate, I swear."

"Ah, yes. These help quite a bit. Somehow."

"Questionable efficiency, but spectacular nonetheless."

"Time is infinite, yes... But what if, nestled within each second, were even more infinities? Every moment an eternity! Think of how many scheduling troubles this solves!"

"Slackers will be terminated."

"Semi-synthetic organisms don't slack off, don't unionize, and have 20% shorter lunch breaks, making them ideal labor fodder."

"If you're bad at something, always do it for free."

"In this house, I guess we don't care much for the laws of thermodynamics."

"It's really quite simple; you make all currency too delicious not to eat, solving world hunger and inflation in one fell swoop!"

"Enough spiritual inadequacy! More divinities than you'll ever need, or your money back! 100% guaranteed!"

"With their ill beat and radical rhymes, these way-hip religious tunes are sure to get all the youngins who thought they were 2 cool 4 church back on the pews and praying for more! Wicked!"

"Haven't you heard? The beard is the word."

"Contain interesting spells such as "Turn Water To Drool", "Grow Eyebrows On Furniture" and "Summon Politician"."

"Eldritch forces are at work behind these spells - you get the feeling you really shouldn't be messing with those. But I mean, free cookies, right?"

"My god. It's full of chocolate bars."

"It's been a long road, getting from there to here. It's all worth it though - the sights are lovely and the oil prices slightly more reasonable."

"Careful with the dosing - one drop too much and you get muffins. And nobody likes muffins."

"Made by people, for people, from people and ready to unleash some righteous scorching pain on those pesky insects that so deserve it."

"Pushing alchemy to its most extreme limits, you find that everything is transmutable into anything else - lead to gold, mercury to water; more importantly, you realize that anything can -and should- be converted to cookies."

"There's no such thing as over-watering. The moistest is the bestest."

"Either something happens or it doesn't. That's a 50% chance! This suddenly makes a lot of unlikely things very possible."

"It's almost like, say, an elder god could fit through this thing now. Hypothetically."

"It turns out that our universe is actually the twisted dimension of another, saner plane of reality. Time to hop on over there and loot the place!"

"That's twice as many seconds in the same amount of time! What a deal! Also, what in god's name!"

"These can uncollision particles and unspin atoms. For... uh... better flavor, and stuff."

"Pierce the heavens, etc."

"When even the universe is running out of ideas, that's when you know you're nearing the end."

"Bask into its cocoalesence. (Warning : may cause various interesting albeit deadly skin conditions.)"

"No giant monsters here, just a whole lot of lucky grass."

"Counter-intuitively, grandmas have the uncanny ability to become more powerful the older they get."

"Tip the scales in your favor with 28 creative new ways to cook the book"

"You've finally become accepted among the local leprechauns, who lend you their mythical luck as a sign of friendship (as well as some rather foul-tasting tea)."

"A substance that displays useful properties such as fractal sweetness and instant contact lethality."

"[cursory flavor text]"

"Forever eating its own tail and digesting itself, in a metabolically dubious tale of delicious tragedy."

"Well now you've done it. Good job. Very nice. That's 3 galaxies you've just converted into cookies. Good thing you can hop from universe to universe."

"The answer, of course, is a definite maybe."

"Huh, was that always there? Whatever it was, it's gone now. And what was behind is yours for the taking."

[inessencedevided]

The Untamed, episode 42 - watching notes

I was up playing partygames over discord until 3 am yesterday, so I didn't get to watch another episode. I complained about it to my friends, which in turn made them complain that I sounded like I would rather watch my "gay chinese fantasy show" than spent time with them. I contemplated saying yes, but decided to keep my friend instead :D

And we were currently in the middle of a confrontation with Jiggy (as I've been informed he's called ... what? ^^) who apparently murdered his son to keep some secret, which with how this shows is going, I wouldn't be surprised is them going full game of thrones and ... you know what I'm talking about

Oh right, Su She is there

He's the Jin Zixun to my wei Wuxian. As in, I can never remember his name or why I should care 🤷‍♀️

(But thus time I DO remember who he is. That is, after lwj said his name ^^)

I'm so sure that jgy hit all evidence by now, btw

Okay, no. his wife is still there

Su She might be an asshole but his hair piece is gorgeous :D

What does it say about me that my first thought about that dagger was COOL!!! 😱😱😱

How dare you take Wen Qing's name in vain! 🤬

😱

I thought she'd stab him!!! Not herself :'(

I'm a bit surprised that with 5 cultivators in the room, no one does more to save her

Oh, JGY is a damn good actor!! I mean we knew that before, but now his apparent confusion and grieve for his wife seems even more (dare I quote lwj?) shameless

Lan Xichen, i know you love him but ...

Fun fact: In German, we call fake tears "Krokodilstränen". Literal translation: "crocodile tears"

That's what this is 😐

Especially about the nie Mingjue

Poor Nie Huaisang 💔💔💔

"Taking the head. Who in the world would have done such an insane act?" GEE, I WONDER ...

Sorry, I still find jgy fascinating, but this is so uncomfortable to watch, knowing at least part of what really happened 🙈

Lord, give me the power to murder people with one gaze like Lan Wangji 🙏

This whole conversation is so supremely uncomfortable

I'm still unsure if Jin Guangyao really doesn't suspect that "Mo Xuanyu" isn't who he says he is or if it's just a very convincing act 🤨

Favourite trope: Hanguang Jun, Yiling Laozou's knight in shining armour

First of all: Hot

Second of all: Lwj internally: DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING TOUCH HIM I ONLY JUST GOT HIM BACK AND WE HAVEN'T EVEN MADE OUT YET

probably

Also, for a split second there, you saw Jiang Cheng leap forward with a real look of concern on his face, like his first instinct was to help wwx himself 🥺🥺🥺

HE'S USING SUIBIAN AGAIN!!!

This feels so huge! 😱

I'm weirdly emo about a sword rn :')

His cover is blown of course

And him and Jin ling just had a good relationship :(

NHS, JL and JGY: How could it BE that this is Yiling Laozou???

Meanwhile Lan Xichen and Jiang Cheng

"With the right kind of sacrifice, it can safe one who was seriously injured." Is this another instance of "we can't say this it's necromancy because censors, but y'all damn well know this is necromancy because no one falls down a cliff and then lies there "seriously injured" for goddam 16 years"?

I'm all teary eyed at lwj not even hesitating to flee with wwx :')

Jin Ling 💔🥺

Fuck you Jin Guangyao for playing at his pain!!!

Omg they're as good as holding hands!!! 😭😭😭

Of course, wax is pushing lwj away, OF COURSE. Self-sacrificing idiot!

That mask reveal was *chef's kiss* the drama! The gasps! The ... long-suffering "here we go again look" from lan Xichen :D

I LOVE IT WHEN LWJ SPEAKS UP!!

"You're wrong."

So simple. Yet saying so much: "I kniw him. I trust him. I chose this."

And OF COURSE Wei Wuxian gives him another way out

BUT THESE TWO FINALLY GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER AND COMMUNICATE THEIR THOUGHTS! FINALLY!

"Did you believe in me back then?" YES, I WAS JUST TOO AFRAID TO SAY IT,SO MY CONCERN CAME OUT AS ANGER 😭😭😭

And the single logged bridge again 😭😭😭 I adore that metaphor! And I love that they chose to show us the flashback. Because last time, wwx and lwj parted, took different roads so to speak, one the one of defiance, the other the one of orthodoxy. Neither wanted to part ways, but neither probably thought that they had much of a choice. But they did have a choice and they made it. And lwj has already expressed his regret over that. So here he is again, using his second chance without a thought.

Because lwj believes that wwx is right, MORALLY, so he will go against his clan, reputation be damned, and stand with the man he loves ... finally. He'll choose what they both believe to be right and walk with him "until it's dark" :')

And THAT'S WHAT I LOVE ABOUT THIS SO MUCH!! It's not just that "oh they're so cute and they compliment each other so well, they must be soulmates uwu". Most of all they share a common morality!!!

I'm so goddamn amazed at this ship! This is not I was thought I was getting when I boarded it, but goddamn it I'm loving the ride! 😭😭😭

And .. just, the look in Lan Wangji's eyes ... they have 50 swords drawn on them, but guessing from the look on his face and the softness of his gaze they might as well be at their wedding 😭😭😭

He looks like a man entirely at peace with his decision :')

Just ...

Look

At

THEM!!!

They're holding hands in that last shot!!!! 😭😭😭

I'm absolutely floored at how utterly beautiful this scene is! "Romantic" seems too insignificant to describe it. It feels more like 42 episodes worth of love and pining and misunderstandings coming to their natural conclusion

My heart is so full right now guys :')

Very nice of these 50 people to wait for their moment to pass before attacking. Very considerate 😁

"Are we going to fight or not." "Too much talking" I WANT 50 EPISODES OF THESE TWO BICKERING!!! 😭😭😭

Jin Ling :'(

Noooo

No

Noooo

I don't know who my heart is bleeding for more here

Jin ling doesn't deserve to have to shoulder his parent's and uncle's pain :'((

All this supporting each other when injured? That's the good stuff

And those flashbacks ... wwx finally FINALLY realizes that lwj never hated him for his actions, he was afraid for him :')

Tbf,the guy has a sliiiight communication issue 😐

That quote about how lwj is at his side now that everyone else despices him!! That's it THAT'S THE SHIP!!😭😭😭

Oh, lwj took him back to cloud recess

I'm surprised he was allowed to, tbh

Ooh, so Mo Xuanyu knew something!

And... someone else must now know about him?

Also, I didn't realise that wwx still had a cut from the curse

I gotta take a moment to scream about HOW UTTERLY DOMESTIC AND AT EAS THESE TWO NOW ARE WITH EACH OTHER!!! 😭

XICHEN!!!

I should have known that the OG wangxian shipper would support them

But he still trusts Jin Guangyao. Not that I'm surprised

It's so weird to see anyone on this show in trousers btw 😅

"You're more than I can handle." Lol ^^

"You trust Master Wei, while I trust Jin Guangyao." Oh boy ...

I feel like this might be more of a confrontation than these two brothers had in their entire lives

Love me some detective-wwx

Poor Xichen 😔 he doesn't want to believe it

Somehow, wwx with a white underrobe makes me think "that's what he looks like when he and lwj accidentally swab robes" :D

Uuuh! The restricted section forbidden chamber!

So ... jin Guangyao somehow got this piece of music from the lan library?

But he's good! He's really good! He consistently uses others weaknesses and prays on them so that they act in a more extreme manner, but not so much that others would suspect foulplay. Case in point: nie Mingjue's death by anger and (more recently) the way he played towards Jin ling's feelings.

Aaaand another rather abrupt end in the middle of a conversation. That's one thing this show does not do well 😅

Anyway, I'm not complaining this episode send my shipper heart (BECAUSE I'M SO DWEP DOWN THIS RABBIT HOLE AT THIS POINT) fly with joy!!

@sweetlittlevampire @fandom-glazed @elenirlachlagos @allhailthedramallama @luckymoony @kyrrahbird @i-love-him-on-purpose 🖤💙🖤💙

[himbowelsh]

For the ship ask, not a ship but it seems that my life wouldn't be complete without knowing who in the Tab/Smokey/Skinny/(Albert) house dig(s) through the toy bin in thrift shops and all 😆 (Although I know Tab is the one who looks the best in stripes 😁)

sheep shoop ship meme   ( accepting! )

oh don’t worry babe, i gotcha, i gotcha

Who digs through the toy bin at thrift stories

Smokey tends to go a little off-leash in any thrift/antique store. He wants to look at everything, lowkey wants to get everything, and does not have time to babysit. This is how he ended up losing all three roommates in one day. Blithe makes sense, because, like...  he’s Blithe, he wanders. Skinny and Tab had no damn excuse. He found Skinny tearing through the kids’ section, because he found an old scooter that barely even worked anymore but got him real hyped; Tab eluded them for another fifteen minutes, until they followed the sound of laughter into an Employee’s Only store room, where Tab was being straddled by the cashier. (He tried giving them a salute, which was not a satisfactory apology; then, he tossed his wallet at them, which absolutely was. Guess who ended up paying for Skinny’s new scooter?) By the time they got back to the car, weighed down with bags, Blithe was sitting in the backseat with his own small horde of paperback books, art supplies, and scented candles. After that fateful day, Smokey learned to do his thrift-shopping alone.

Who gives better hugs

Skinny Sisk gives the sort of hugs you write home about. He’s managed to make people stop crying with a single hug; he’s got the warmth and the fortitude, and doesn’t mind lending it to anyone who needs a little extra. Everybody wants to be hugged by Skinny. Everyone needs it at least once in their lives.

Who does absolutely nothing on a day off

Literally all of them. If provided a day off, they will stay in the house, play video games, nap, stare at the computer til their eyes are burning, nap, bicker a bit, study cracks in the ceiling, nap some more...  they are experts at wasting every minute of a day, and feeling no shame about it. It doesn’t happen often, but when they do get days off, they take advantage.

Who prefers gold and who prefers silver

Skinny and Blithe are silver people, for practicality’s sake  ---  Skinny has a silver watch, and Blithe’s got that eerie-washed-out-victorian-ghost aesthetic he needs to maintain at all costs. Smokey and Tab go for gold, because they think they’re that hot.

Who looks better in stripes

Tab looks the best in everything, let’s be real.

Who wears “dad hats”

Tab and Smokey. You can guess who they actually look good on. They just make Smokey look like a legitimate dad, which is...  not the effect he’s going for. 

Who excessively quotes shows or movies

Pop culture references spread like a virus in their apartment. Everyone’s guilty of it  (save maybe Blithe, who just looks vaguely confused/lost when someone says something he doesn’t get). Smokey’s the most egregious offender, though, because it’s Smokey  ---  he’ll reference everything under the sun.

Who saves everything because “we could use it for something someday”

Honestly, every roommate has their own tiny hoard. Tab could figure out how to survive in the wild with a cheese grater and a ball of yarn, Smokey has watched too much MacGyver, Skinny can be weird about what he’s willing to throw out, and Blithe just likes to collect things. Put everything together, and they could probably survive the apocalypse.

Who piles on the blankets

Blithe and Skinny, definitely. Blithe sleeps with no less than two comforters and one thermal blanket, while Skinny...  just has cold feet, man. He needs to be bundled up to survive.

Who drowns everything in chocolate

Skinny and Smokey are both up for trying everything once, but Skinny’s the one who really has no standards when it comes to what he eats. If he’s dared, he’ll put chocolate on anything. That’s assuming there’s any chocolate left in the house, because Blithe has a genuine problem.

[simpinforyoongi]

Shameless ~

Yoongi x reader

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Genre: Angst, (a lot of it)

Warnings: none

Summary: After coming back from Yoongi's studio heartbroken, you decide to scribble your thoughts down on paper, like you've done so many times. What you didn't know was how that little poem would led to your worst heartbreak yet.

Note: Heyy guys! So i just wanted to say that this one is heavily inspired by @krreader 's fic Jealousy and you can treat it like a sequel to hers (but mine ends in angst too and I've changed a few things up). Like you wouldn't believe how much i cried when i read hers amd i just couldn't not write it!! AnYWaYS, enjoy!!

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"Can i go? "

"Go wherever you want hyung, why are you asking me??" Namjoon answered as he put on his winter boots to prevent the cold chilly November winds from freezing his feet.

"No i meant...I want to go..to her.." Yoongi's voice was unnaturally small and feeble, contradicting his usual deep tone.

Namjoon jerked up, standing straight suddenly.

"But hyu-"

"Please Namjoon, I know you care deeply for her, and don't want her to get hurt anymore because of me but I just.."

Namjoon instantly started shaking his head no,

"No no hyung, go, all that happened, i know you didn't mean it to." He gave the older man a small smile "I'll let her know."

"NO! No, she, " Yoongi said with wide eyes, "She won't even open the door if she knows it's me."

"Oh right haha lol ok uh.. I won't call her then" Namjoon says fidgeting awkwardly, almost wanting to say something, but when he saw Yoongi looking at the door with a certain amount of longing, mixed with regret, guilt, fear and everything in between, he decided it was worth a shot.

"Hyung, i know you love her," They held eye contact and Namjoon continued, "and if I'm not wrong, she loves you too. And she's been hurting, for long, just like you and even longer, actually. I know I'm younger than you, but i gotta say this. don't fuck it up."

Namjoon looked down for a moment before looking back up with a sincere smile, "Best of luck! Fighting!" and with that, Yoongi left for your apartment without any bodyguards, without anything at all because that was a risk he had to take.

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You were still in bed, Namjoon had called earlier saying he's coming, and to be honest you actually wanted him to come. You needed someone to talk to, and he was the best person for that. You were completely undercovers, and came out only when it became too difficult to breathe in the carbon dioxide that gathered inside your little blanket-bubble.

It had been two weeks since the breakup, and you had even visited them in the meantime because you were strong, and knew how to keep your emotions in control when in front of others, despite the fact that you were about to breakdown any moment. You had cooped yourself up in your little apartment for way too long and your loving friends, aka members of Bangtan had dragged you back to their apartment, even though they knew it was dangerous considering the fact that the cause of all your pain was right there. But there wasn't much they could do and places they could go because, well, they're like only the biggest boy group on Earth. So you went there, insisting you were fine.

But you weren't.

Realllyy weren't.

But once the question left his lips, you knew it was over for you. This, this facáde was instantly crushed when he asked the question.

You had been playing "Truth and Dare" because no matter how sucky you were feeling, you just couldn't seem to say no to the three pairs of puppy eyes that you received. And that landed you in a somewhat boring, somewhat funny game of Truth and Dare, and even though he was there, you seemed to have fun until he asked you that question.

"Do you love someone else now?" and it was something you never in a million years had expected.

So you sat there, completely dumbfounded, much like the rest of the group, at the question that had left Yoongi's lips. And you just, couldn't do anything.

But shortly, anger bubbled up inside you.

How dare he accuse you of loving someone else when you were literally on the verge of just ripping your heart out? How dare he accuse you like that when he was the one who broke up with you? How dare he ask you that when he hadn't even given you enough time to speak before he started yelling at you that day?? How dare he??

"How dare you?" And that's all that seemed to leave your mouth before you stood up and stumbled out of the dorm with everyone except him calling after you.

Another tear escaped as you remembered the happenings of the day. But before you could wail in your sorrow any more, a bell rung throughout your apartment.

You stood up and walked to the door with tears still decorating your cheeks,

Finally Joon is here.

You felt like you could breath better for a second but all wind was knocked from your lungs when your eyes landed upon the face that stood in front of you.

Yoongi..

With a black mask and cap, and covered completely in winter clothes, there he stood in all his wintery glory, and you still knew it was him despite only his eyes being visible, that too, partly visible.

You felt your heart constrict and your rib cage felt too small now. A brand new bolt of pain jolted up your sides, almost as if physical, and striked your heart with such force you wouldn't be surprised if you had a heart attack then and there. But you didn't, you stood there, watching him, and he stood there ,watching you.

It wasn't until you shivered from the cold winds hitting your body which was bare of any winter clothing, that you jumped back into reality.

"Do you mind if I..." He trailed off, but you moved aside letting him in. He had expected a much harsher reaction, after all, he did throw some extremelt hurtful and lewd accusations at you that day. But he was grateful you didn't close the door in his face, or throw the little dried up potted plant at him. He took that as a good sign, but with you, everything wasn't as simple.

He took off his coat and hung them on the rack beside the shoe cabinet, before pulling off his boots and keeping them aside. Then he followed you into the living room.

"Coffee??" You questioned while preparing some. He wasn't sure if he wanted one, he opened and closed his mouth for a few seconds, and finally settled on a yes.

A few beats passed in complete silence, before you joined him and handed him a simple black coffee and took a seat on the single sofa opposing him.

Another few moments passed

"You still remember," he said motioning to the coffee in his hands

"It's not that hard to remember two ingredients, Suga. Besides, it's been just two weeks."

His heart shattered when you said that, firstly, on hearing 'Suga' instead of the usual 'Yoongs' or 'Yoongles' that you called him, especially because you knew he pretended to hate, but actually loved it. Hell he would've been more happy to be addressed by his full name, Min Yoongi, rather than Suga. And secondly, because of the small and almost inaudible, crack that he heard in your voice towards the end of the sentence.

You still didn't know why exactly you were so calm and not driving him out of your home. It was as if everything stopped mattering for a moment

"Two weeks. Yea," he finally spoke, eyes not quite meeting yours.

A few moments passed in complete and utter silence.

"I didn't know you wrote lyrics too." Ah yes, the song that Namjoon was producing, you had helped him with the lyrics. Not as much as helped actually, you had just randomly written some words and sentences and somehow he noticed it. He said it fit perfectly with the previous verse he had written and asked if he could use the whole poem in his song. You were completely flabbergasted and thought he was kidding, or perhaps pitying you, but after a lot of convincing, he told you he wasn't. And you told him he could, that's why you were in the professional studio in the first place. Another reason why Yoongi misunderstood you, but it was in no way Namjoon's fault. And Yoongi knew that.

"I didn't. It was supposed to be a poem. He saw it by accident." You yourself were pretty surprised at how calm you were.

"But.. I thought i read all your poems..?" his voice had a questioning tone to it.

"You did.. It was recent.." It indeed was recent. Painfully recent. You had written it just the night before, after coming back from Yoongi's studio without even talking to him properly, because he had, and i quote "a shitton of work to do" . Shit ton of work, with her. That completely broke your heart into a million pieces. You thought it couldn't break any further but you were terribly wrong. That was when you wrote it.

The poem was about, well, you guessed it, heartbreak; loneliness. Something about empty bed sides, lost warmth, tear streaked pillows, you couldn't fully remember. Your mind had been hanging like a 2005 Dell Laptop because of all the crying.

"When?"

"That night after i came back from your studio." You smiled a little, even if your insides were aching, "speaking of that, hows the production going?"

"Oh it's.. going well I suppose." He looked immensely intrigued by his cup of coffee,

You again smiled.

"Yea, you looked...quite happy." You took a sip of your own coffee, before looking out the window. Frosty winds were blowing, it was getting darker by the minute. It looked...serene.

But Yoongi was having none of this serenity,

"Happy? What...do you mean?" His voice had a sudden change of colour. But this question had your heart clenching and unclenching at a rapid, unhealthy rate.

"You and Suran." You finally croaked out, "You looked happy..with her. It was.. a sight for sore eyes, really." Earlier, whenever you even remotely thought about this, your eyes turned to waterfalls, but now, they seemed dry of any excessive moisture.

Yoongi was dumbfounded. He and Suran?

"What do you mean me and Suran? I'm just helping her!" He semi-yelled, but you didn't flinch like you did last time.

"I know that."

"But what did you mean by happy... wait...did you think we...oh my god." He slumped down back to his seat, coffee long forgotten on the coffee table.

"Y/n why didn't you tell me that?? Why didn't you tell me what you were feeling?? Why di-"

"I DID!!" You finally broke and yelled out with tears streaming down your eyes for the umpteenth time that day.

"I did tell you!!! I texted you a thousand times!! But you didn't read any of those. I called you a thousand times but i was always directed to voicemail. And the times that you did actually listen to me you had the same excuse every time. 'Im just helping her.' I know that Yoongi, I freaking.know. But what do you expect me to think when you cancelled evey date the past three months?? When the smile that you usually had when you were with me, could only be seen when you were with her?? When the way that you looked at her, the way that you smiled at her, the way that you admired every little thing she did completely resembled the way only a lover would. What did you expect me to do, when i felt like you were her mentor, her idol, her Min yoongi, not my...not my..." You couldn't finish the sentence before you completely bursted out in tears.

And as you sobbed uncontrollably, Yoongi was left to think about what you had said. And as he recalled everything he realized that none of your words were wrong.

The fact that he had ignored you so freaking much despite you being so patient with him hit him like a truck and he started spiralling into a dark deep hole of guilt and regret when you suddenly-

"Leave."

He was shocked back to his senses.

"Y/n wha-"

"I said. Leave. " You said as you stood up on lightly trembling feet and started walking towards the door.

"Y/n just listen to me give me a chance to expl-"

"Did YOU give me a chance to fuckin' explain??!! Did you even let me SPEAK when i was begging in front of you to calm down?! No. So leave."

Your heart was pounding at such an extreme rate that you feared he'd hear it and realize, that he was still your weakness. And you couldn't let that happen.

"Suga. I'm asking you to leave." With a shaking hand you opened the door and stood aside.

"Y/n please jus-"

"Are you that shameless?!"

That effectively shut him up. Just as you expected. As he finally left with a wounded heart, you slammed the door and slid down to the floor, trembling with quiet sobs.

"Are you that shameless?? That you finally resorted to seducing one of my brothers?? What else did you do huh y/n? Did you try your luck with Jungkook too?? Oh and what about Taehyung?!"

"Hyung it isn't what it looks like. Just listen to-" Namjoon spoke, trying to calm him down but to no avail.

"Namjoon just...just stay out of it. I just can't believe she'd do this to me. I can't freaking believe she'd cheat on me with yo-"

"Yoongi stop it!" You yelled while crying as you stood in front of the man you loved and who apparently loved you too.

"Why y/n? Why should i stop?? Just so you can go behind my back again? Just so you can break my heart again? Just so tha-"

"Can you pleeasee just let me speak Yoongi. I was here because -"

"Enough! Enough of your lies! I really can't believe you out of all people would do this to me. We're done y/n. We're freaking done." And with that, he stomped out of the studio, leaving you a crying, heartbroken mess.

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[lokaneiscanon]

Mighty Thor in Thor: Love and Thunder rant

Seeing Natalie Portman returning to reprise her role as Jane Foster, nevertheless wielding Mjolnir, finally getting the treatment this character deserves, was surreal to say the least. I had just started reading Lords of Midgard, the 8th issue of Mighty Thor (2015 - 2018), and had fallen in love already. But I didn't suspect at all that Taika Waititi would pull this card in Thor: Love and Thunder, considering Jane was barely mentioned in Ragnarok. The news about my favorite actress portraying one of my favorite characters coming out of the blue - you can imagine the excitement. Alas, I quickly remembered what the fandom thought of that comic (at least on tumblr) and imagined it now growing tenfold, cuz not everyone in the MCU fandom reads comics but pretty much everyone wants to watch another Thor movie. And yes, many fans weren't ready for this step, still recovering from Sam Wilson getting the shield in Endgame. Which is completely fine. We're not obligated to like everything Marvel throws in our faces, we're allowed to criticize and express our opinion on the internet or wherever. What is not okay is mindlessly hating, and even worse - using false facts to support said opinion.

I have seen some people using the argument that it is one of Marvel's worst selling comics. Which has already been proven wrong by multiple sites, including Comichron, just Google it, as I did myself. I read multiple posts, ones saying how good Jane is doing as Thor in sales, others disproving this, so I checked for myself the numbers at the site mentioned above month by month to be sure. The comic truly had its downfalls as the story progressed but in my opinion it's normal for the 1st issue to have more sales than the 21st. If we compare it to Unworthy Thor, which started running a bit later and followed the now unworthy Odinson, the data shows the latter had more sales. But then again, while Might Thor was at its 17th issue, Unworthy Thor was at its 2nd. Also, they later crossed paths, shared comic issues, it's fair to say they go hand in hand and Jason Aaron, the author, probably doesn't want us to compare them, as they complete and compliment each other's stories. Still I decided to check the comic that made Thor unworthy in the first place - Thor: God of Thunder (2012 - 2014), which seemed to me more "comparable" to Might Thor (2015 - 2018). *I keep putting the years it was being released so as to not be confused with previous Mighty Thor issues, whole Odinson was still Thor, please bear with me* So yes, the numbers were pretty close, but from what I saw, Mighty Thor had the upper hand if we compare first issue to first issue and so on. (In defense of Odinson, we have to take into account that this data is only from the US and does not include digital sales. Also, he's been around since the 50s. We could argue Jane was a breath of fresh air that some Marvel fans were indeed ready for. As a non-American, and also a person without a hint of knowledge in economics I cannot take into account inflation and whatever else has prevented or enabled Americans to get their hands on the comics or has affected prizes through the years. Bear that in mind.) Moreover, from what I saw on Comichron, both comics had much competition - God of thunder was released along with Avengers vs the X-men, the Uncanny X-men, pretty popular at the time, and the Goddess of Thunder faced Civil War 2 and DC Universe Rebirth (yes, DC is in the game too), also dominating with tremendous sales for the longest time. Yet I stick with my original statement - both Thors are valid and shouldn't be put against one another regardless of profit. Because at the end of the day what will matter the most is the story. And boy, what a story it is.

Now, I haven't read the Thor: God of Thunder, but as I was doing research I found one very well written summary and explanation of Thor's arc and his becoming unworthy and I will post a link below, because I honestly feel I wouldn't be doing this comic a favor by describing it without having read it. Which I plan to do in the future, tbh. It's a fantastic prelude to the Mighty Thor (2015 - 2018) that I've come to love. First, I'd like to ask you all to stop hating on the comic without having read it first. It doesn't make any sense and being petty for the sake of being petty won't benefit neither you, nor anyone, really. Now, about the comic itself - the art is magnificent. It's just gorgeous. Mighty Thor isn't , thank all the gods, sexualized, she is pretty buffed and generally looks like a warrior. As it is with the other characters, I dare say. The background truly captures the essence of every world Jane finds herself on. Action scenes are just the right amount and balanced with dialogue well. On a side note, it's pretty funny to read/listen to in your head the Shakespearean English cursive in which Jane talks as Thor. The plot line branches beyond this comic, starting from Thor: God of Thunder and leading to the War of Realms. And it is elaborately built in every issue. You don't know what to expect, yet it makes sense when it happens. Which leads me to the characterizations. My God, what a treat Loki is in this. Clearly, my opinion is kinda biased, since he's my favorite character, but you never know which side he's on. What his motivations are. And it just feels so... Loki. His writing is brilliant. Almost makes me forget what the MCU did to him. Also, he gets some daddy time with Laufey (not as kinky as I make it sound). Frigga/Freyja is just as awesome as in the MCU, even more, at least in the comics she calls Odin out on his shit, who btw is I guess an asshole in every version and universe. Malekith, the main villain, is unbearably despicable, I want to tear every page he is on. He really was mishandled in the Dark World, if you want some true action with the dark elves, you are welcome to enjoy. I saved the best for the end - Jane Foster/ Might Thor. Now, if you think Dr. Foster spends her time boasting about her worthiness and how Odinson is just called Thor, but she is Mighty Thor, you are horribly wrong. She just... does her job. Because the hammer chose her. Because there's no one else to do so. That's it. If you think there's some feminism involved, yes, there sure is, but it certainly isn't the reason Jane became Thor in the first place. It was not the creators going SJW because it's trendy, as such a mindset is honestly offensive to any descent creator with any self respect, but a well thought out story arc, which, I repeat, you have to read the comic to understand. Jane is not at all whiny about the hate she gets in-universe, not only from foes like Odin and who-not, but from Shield and generally people whose asses she's saving. Her having cancer is not something they pulled to provoke sympathy and make her look like a victim - on the contrary, she is a damn hero and a victor. I don't want to give out spoilers, but her being Thor is actually a giant sacrifice that no one really appreciates (both in-universe and in the fandom). She is not Thor to prove she can be, or just to prove "women can be heroes" - she doesn't have to. She is simply needed by the realms and so she does her job, even though she is called a thief, persecuted and generally hated. All that matters is that the hammer finds her worthy - the beauty and simplicity of that fact you will find out, for the last time, if you read the comic.

I'm not making you read the comic or watch Thor: Love and Thunder. I myself don't know what to make of this film yet because there's barely any information about it. I only know it will be based on the comic so that's a reason for my hopes to be up already. On the other hand, since I didn't like Loki's characterization in Ragnarok, I'm not sure what to expect from Taika. There are valid reasons to not like the idea of Jane returning to the MCU as Thor, which you are entitled to. However, reasons such as "why does everything have to be political these days" are not. Because if I had to make a list of everything politically related in the MCU, it would take forever. Steve Rogers kills nazis is the most blatant example. Make of it what you want. But I think we're far enough into the 21st century to realize art and real life are not that separable. It's undeniable that art affects people and that is to say, people everywhere. And they all have different opinions and aren't gonna like everything media is offering to them. And I wish I could simply tell you not to watch the movie but I'm a Marvel fan too and I understand that I can't just take away Thor from you because I want Mighty Thor as well. But none of us can stop Marvel from producing it. So, to quote an image I saw recently, I don't know how to explain to you that you should care about other people. Let the rest of the fandom enjoy what they want to enjoy. Yes, ik I can play around with the tags and avoid posts that unnerve me but, for example, I'm looking up Mighty Thor fanart, which obviously isn't anti-Mighty Thor, yet I get attacked in the comics for anticipating a movie that doesn't even have a full cast yet. Ik I'm not asking for too much when I wish to get the same internet experience (not only tumblr, but also insta, YouTube, Twitter, any site) as the Thor Odison fans, for example. I'm aware I cannot stop all the toxic fans and the trolls but I hope this post has inspired those of you who simply can't envision Jane as Thor, or don't like Natalie Portman in the role, or whatever eles personal preference that doesn't involve political issues and isn't harmful to the community, not to attack every post on your dash with hate. The movie is called LOVE and Thunder, for God's sake. (on a side note, is a franchise that is too afraid to show LGBT characters for more than 1 minute so as to not lose profit from China, THAT politically correct)

Anyway, that was a veeeery long rant, sorry to whoever reads this but, like, please, I put effort into this, hoping this time around I won't be the only positive reviewer of a movie, like I was with Solo: a Star Wars story (yes, I'm still bitter about this), which was boycotted for no apparent reason but was a decent film in reality, and I'm only bringing it up because it has a similar experience to Love and Thunder for getting hate before even being released. I'm not defending a billion dollar company that flopped in box office once, I'm defending the viewer's right to media they are interested in. If you don't like the character, remember - that's your opinion, not a fact that the character sucks. Kudos.

Not very easy to navigate, I advice you to do the research month by month individually for comics you'd like to compare. Also, if you happen to find more reliable data, pls say so in the comments.

Here you have the summary and explanation of the greatness of Thor: God of Thunder, Jesus, I'll go bankrupt if I buy this one too.

Yes, I want to end the sales dispute once and for all, I'm tired of seeing it on my dash. This guy probably explains it better than I did.

@awesomejenlawrence you said you'd like to read this and I delivered