#he has highlights because hes a fake blonde

[saym0-0]

hi

[peach-star-drops]

Kiyoomi cannot believe he ever thought that Hinata Shoyo was nice. 

He’d been blinded by the other boy's idiot routine, thinking that the redhead was an over-excited puppy dog, that he failed to notice that Hinata was actually the devil. 

Kageyama took a sip of his beer from his place next to him, sighing. “No one ever believes me when I warn them.” Yeah. Kiyoomi had not believed the setter when he’d first been introduced - well, reintroduced, technically Kiyoomi had gone to two years of the Youth All Japan volleyball camp with him, but he hadn’t seen the man again until Hinata had dragged him over after a match against the Alders - and Kageyama had sighed, and apologized for his evil boyfriend. 

Everyone on the Jackals had been confused of course. Because Hinata Shoyo was not evil. It did not help that Hinata, at the time, had let out a loud squawk, slapped the back of Kageyama’s head, and claimed that Kageyama was the evil one. Everyone had just accepted it - Kiyoomi included. 

Now, though, he knew that Kageyama was right. Hinata was the evil one. 

“You’re just lucky he’s no longer as bad as he was.” Kageyama scowled. “He locked Tsukishima and Yamaguchi on the roof. In the rain. It started hailing on them.” Kiyoomi has no idea who Yamaguchi is and only a vague idea of who Tsukishima is, but he feels a pang of sympathy. They’d been subjected to the true evil that was Hinata Shoyo as he was now being subjected to the evils of Hinata Shoyo. 

Because it had been Hinata Shoyo who had grinned up at him, all innocent and sweet and fake, and told him he just had to come out to the bar with them tonight, please sakusa-san!  

And Kiyoomi, the fucking idiot had agreed, because at the time he thought Hinata Shoyo was his friend. 

Hinata Shoyo was not his friend. 

Hinata Shoyo was not his friend because he had come in, thirty minutes late to the agreed meeting time - leaving him alone with Kageyama, who was actually a cool guy even if Kiyoomi had no idea what to talk to him about beyond “Hey good game.” - with Miya fucking Atsumu. 

Miya fucking Atsumu in a mini skirt. 

He took a long sip of his whiskey, staring at Miya fucking Atsumu at the bar, his head thrown back in a laugh, accentuating his collar bones with the loose top that he wore, something cropped that showed off those fucking delicious abbs, and his fucking high wasted mini skirt. A high-waisted mini skirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, just the brush of the fabric falling in sync with the curve of the blonde's ass and highlighting his frankly unfairly attractive thighs that Kiyoomi wanted to bite. 

God dammit. 

“At least you haven’t been handcuffed to him,” Kageyama took another sip of his beer, shooting Kiyoomi a serious look. “The second our old team captain became a cop, he stole a pair of handcuffs and forced Diachi and Suga to be handcuffed together until they finally talked out the fact they’d been in love with each other. He threw away the key. Diachi had to call his boss.”

Again, Kiyoomi had no fucking idea who Diachi and Suga were, but the sympathy was there. 

Miya fucking Atsumu laughed again. He took another long sip of whiskey. 

And then Hinata Shoyo turned, catching his eyes and had the audacity to wink at him. 

“I’m gonna murder him,” He informed the opposite hitter’s boyfriend. “No seriously, I’m going to murder your boyfriend, Kageyama.” “We’ve all tried.” A dark glint passed in the other's face. “Good luck.”

Kiyoomi let out a long, low breath, then stood, taking his empty glass with him to the bar. Settling into the seat beside Miya fucking Atsumu, he quickly ordered another one before turning to his setter. 

Only to find Miya fucking Atsumu too busy talking to Hinata to spare him a glance. 

He downed the whiskey as soon as it came out. 

Hinata winked at him again, pulling Atsumu into a hug with his hands placed way too low on Atsumu’s hips. He almost let out a growl. 

Yeah, Kiyoomi decided. Hinata Shoyo was not his friend. 

[crosby-interesting]

i love ur blog so much. u allow truth. sadly it seems these days on gossip blogs u aren’t allowed to reveal facts, decipher lies, or knock down the white picket fence of perfection without being accused of being misogynistic. Since when did women holding other women accountable become misogynistic? Since when did exposing male cheaters who have sex with random women from restaurants, hotels, & clubs while they have pregnant girlfriends, wives, children, & dog moms waiting at home become misogynistic? Since when did exposing escorts & prostitution services that essentially promote human trafficking become misogynistic? As a feminist i believe the word “misogynistic” is sadly being diluted & loosing value, bc people carelessly throw it around to defend against any negative accusations surrounding women who’re linked to players they admire. I like this player so u aren’t allowed to call out him or his woman’s bullshit & if u do then ur misogynistic. U discuss Auston Mathews having TWO former prostitute girlfriends & CURRENT ex prostitute gf Megan Turner? ur misogynistic. U discuss Adam larsson cheating with girls the past THREE years on Vera soderberg while he’s away traveling for games? ur misogynistic. U discuss Lauren Kyle ignoring video evidence of Connor Mcdavid cheating with a college girl & accepting the public humiliation of the the scandal just accepting an “Im sorry” engagement a year later? ur misogynistic. U discuss Nico Hischier & Timo Meier hiring a spain prostitute to spend 3 days with them on a yacht LAST WEEK & following her on IG while she has pictures for the prices of lap dance, private dance, & “extra services” on her IG highlights? ur misogynistic. U discuss Elias Pettersson prostitute call girl -girlfriend Katelyn Byrd exposed on surveillance video kissing & being fondled by married musician Alex Pall, then his wife crying on IG stories after exposing the affair while Katelyn is getting her paparazzi pics with Alex outside of Nobu a week after the scandal? ur misogynistic. U discuss Katelyns other scandal of the ex sugar daddy FIANCÉ who publicly accused her of secretly taking large sums of money out of his accounts after he had already bought her FAMILY a house & discovered she was cheating on him with a younger man? ur misogynistic. U discuss Kasperi Kapanen intentionally make Dubai prostitute Matleena Laakso his girlfriend, so he can finally cheat with peace & understanding? ur misogynistic. U discuss Penny Liarakos cheating on William Nylander at the start of their ex relationship & running secret puck bunny tumblrs with her best friend & currently leaving Willy weird comments using fake accounts on IG? ur misogynistic. U discuss Mathew Tkachuk being given an ultimatum and forced by Papa Kieth to prospose to the blonde( who he unfortunately is just not that into) on the back of a fishing boat in an old t shirt & swim shorts while she’s wearing a white bridal shower dress bc she was actually involved in Papa Kieths plan, & Papa set up the whole proposal himself at 9am on a random Thursday because Papa was tired of Matt cheating with the mixed girls & latinas from the Miami bars? ur misogynistic. U discus Kathy Leutner working for a man who provided prostitution services & has victims accusing him of trying to recruit them into prostitution? ur misogynistic. U discuss Sidney Crosby's public humiliation ritual fcked up relationship? ur misogynistic.- Let’s be honest girls, none of those discussions are misogynistic no matter how much the truth hurts, as much as you want to deny it pls stop mislabeling facts as misogyny.If u can’t face the truth ur lucky enough to have the option of logging out & going back to living ur delusions of grandeur & perfection. Holding women accountable for their actions or lack there of is not misogynistic & calling out their male partners deceptions is definitely not misogynistic . I will be gathering any info of the NHL prostitution /cheating circus & sending it in. im tired of the bullshit.

-🇲🇽

This all sounds like a blessing! Thank you!

[cupidvision]

𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰

—> how to choose? close your eyes, clear your mind, and open your intuition. then think about the numbers, the images, the feeling they gives you. then choose

banners by @k1ssyoursister @anitalenia @cafekitsune

1->3

pile 1

signs this is your pile: 5, 7, taurus, scorpio, distractions, uncomfortableness, deep connection, blond hair, lighter skin, blue, black, brown hair , brown eyes

the hierophant reversed, 7 of cups reversed

i’m seeing that you both are in 2 very different energies. this may be an illusion though, maybe you aren’t so different as you think. taurus and scorpio are sister signs, they’re opposite but the same. i’m seeing that you want more freedom in the relationship, or in your life in general, but the other person may not be allowing you that because of their personal beliefs. i’m sensing that you blindly follow this person, and doing this has lead you both into a weird position in the relationship where you feel like your not on the same page. in the continuation of your relationship, i’m seeing that you could be leaning more into this energy. i have a feeling that once or if you start doing your own thing, this person is going to feel like their losing power over you, or just losing you in general. i am seeing that eventually , you can both come to an alignment of some sort , but before you get to this point, you’ll feel confusion and questioning the relationship. i am seeing that you will continue to be generous to this person, and i think you may feel really connected to them

pile 2

this pile gets a little 18+ so please be ware of that

signs that this is your pile: cancer, leo, gemini, positivity, energetic, humor, smiling, big eyes, blue eyes, baby face, blond hair, brown hair with blond highlights, glasses, big lips, piercings, brown skin, thin eyebrows

knight of wands, king of cups

if you and this person aren’t together, then i’m seeing they will take action on you in the future or if you are together, they’re going to make a grand gesture. they feel really passionate about you, and i’m seeing it will continue. this relationship is healing you. i have a feeling they’re also helping you be emotionally stable, and this relationship is very comforting to you. you both have a lot of compassion for each other, and you guys want to take action on each other. maybe in your future you will have many dates, go traveling, or on long drives. there could also be a lot of sexual tension in this relationship, and you guys are kind of kinky😭. you could like being degraded, and they could like spanking and choking you.. LMAO

pile 3

signs that this is your pile: 10, 1, 9, 6, scorpio, jupiter, sagittarius, long or fake eyelashes, piercings, eyeliner, straight eyebrows, black hair, blonde hair, siren eyes, bigger lips, shoulder length hair

wheel of fortune reversed, 6 of cups

this relationship is heading to bad things. the relationship is going to lose control, or you and your partner will lose control. i’m seeing you guys could be leading to negativity. and i don’t think someone wants to change, or both of you don’t want to change. i’m sending a break up , or at least a really negative stage right now. the reason you guys are still holding on is because this relationship is what’s comfortable and familiar to you. your a reminiscing kind of person, who thinks of their memories a lot, and i’m seeing you know you will miss the good memories. “i don’t want to leave you” “im sorry” those are the statements coming through. i’m seeing that you could’ve known this person for a very long time, and at one point this relationship gave you happiness. things have seemingly turned sour. in the 6 of cups card, it seems a little boy is giving his cup to this little girl, but he looks sad. this is giving me “this is my last message to you” vibes. or “let me give this to you before we let each other go”

[crucifiedkiss]

◌ೆ୧　 ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡

𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ p. jackson x / & gn! reader 𝜚

ꨄ︎ drbls one-sided percy ⏤ ﹙wasted summers﹚ 🪽 ˖

  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: show!percy (i havent read the book(s) ...), season not specified, 'x' and '&' because its not necessarily romantic or platonic, drabbles (drbls), one-sided love, manipulation/playing with feelings, toxic relationship/love, angst, ooc, crying, based off the song 'wasted summers' by juju<3ㅤ✿𝅼

( ｡>﹏<) "got hit by a bus at this idea .. angst my beloved. eat up, my crucifixes <3 SRRY FOR MISTAKES BTW 😓😓" ⏤ c.k.　と

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "im spending my summertime, after time crying again"⠀╱⠀"had the blues over you, i didnt hang with my friends"﹗

　　　⏤　 the opening lines, "im spending my summer time, after time crying again. had the blues over you, i didnt hang with my friends," indicate that the protagonist has been consumed by their emotions and spent their time crying over this person instead of enjoying their summer with friends. this highlights the intense emotional impact the failed relationship has had on them.

today was another day percy was left with a sniffly nose and tears staining his rosy red cheeks, his sunkissed skin glistening, having spent another day inside than with his friends. did you not reciprocate his feelings? as his head spun with thoughts, he choked on a sob that begged to escape which it eventually did, leaning back on his bed, blond hair sprawling on the sheets, as he draped his arm over his eyes, letting the fabric soak up the pathetic tears he had cried over just one person– you. he was left crying till his throat had swelled up, eyes puffy and a red ring around them, damp sleeves, and so much more. did his love mean nothing to you? he felt nauseated just at the thought of your disgustingly pretty eyes and gorgeous skin color that shined under the sunrays as if you were one of the gods. was love meaning to be this hard? he didnt even want to leave his bed, even if the day was so beautiful.

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "you fake cry thats a lie. tell me was it all pretend?"⠀╱⠀"in my head, in my head"﹗

　　　⏤　 the lyric, "you fake cry that’s a lie. tell me was it all pretend? in my head, in my head," implies that the other person might have pretended to care or be emotional, but their feelings were insincere. the protagonist is questioning whether the entire relationship was a facade and if they imagined the depth of their connection.

all you did was pretend. each lie you have ever told stuck to his brain as if superglued on, the words you would utter each time you saw him flooding his train of thought almost every day.

( "i love you," you said softly, gently reaching out your arm and grabbing percys freckled face. "i always will." )

what a lie you told. 'i love you'. you never loved him. it was all fake– a facade. was this entire relationship not even real? percy bit down on his bottom lip, hand squeezing into a fist as his nails dig uncomfortably into his palm. this entire relationship was just something of his imagination that he thought would last forever, would be the best even. seems he lied to himself more than you would to him. he supposed the connection wasnt as deep as he thought, but, he wanted this all to be fake. he wished this were all a lie.

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "youre needing all the time again, our time again"⠀╱⠀"needing our time again, our time again"⠀╱⠀"wasting our time again, our time again"⠀╱⠀"we dont have nothing to say, so we have nothing left"﹗

　　　⏤　 the repetition of the phrase "needing the time again, our time again, wasting our time again" suggests a cycle of continuously investing time and energy into this relationship. it emphasizes the frustration of being caught in a repetitive pattern with no meaningful communication or substance left between the two individuals. the line "we dont have nothing to say, so we have nothing left" reflects the disconnection and lack of emotional connection that has developed over time.

the amount of time he put into the relationship– the amount of energy! he was so stupid. 'stupid, stupid, stupid!' he mentally scolded himself, resisting from punching himself in the face. how hadnt he noticed sooner of this pattern of nothing going on with you two? no good conversations or communication overall, no love shared, no kissing, no ... nothing. there was a lack of everything and especially the connection normal couples had. at the beginning, it seemed to good, but it just slowly became worse ... and then worse became horrible .. and then so on. he got stuck in a disgusting loop of your mind games before leaving him high and dry, each night crying into his pillow and hitting anything he could. oh how he hated you, yet, how he loved you.

this wasnt right. nothing was right. nothing, nothing, nothing. it was meant to be his happily ever after. percy was meant to be happy. now, hes just an emotional wreck.

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 "i wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand"⠀╱⠀"youre the leech, im the man. i guess you dont understand"﹗

　　　⏤　 the verses, "i wasted like half of my summer tryna hold on your hand. you’re the leech, I’m the man, i guess you dont understand," further illustrate the one-sided nature of the relationship. the protagonist feels like theyve sacrificed a significant portion of their summer trying to maintain a connection with someone who is draining their energy, metaphorically referred to as being a "leech." they express frustration at the other person's lack of understanding or reciprocation.

lies. everything was a lie. you left and took the whole of his heart with you, leaving him to die alone. bleeding out as if you were a leech latched onto him for so long, then leaving him with no blood left. you were his everything and his nothing all at the same time. you were disgusting.

'would he ever love again?' a few asked, to which he didnt have an answer. he loved you so much, yet hated your guts to the point of wanting no longer to see you ever again. he wanted all hes ever said to you to be taken back, every 'i love you' to mean nothing, but gods did he wish you were back. you kept him together and yet you ended up being the person to tear him apart in the end.

you were a horrible experience. you didnt reciprocate his true love. his first ever relationship left him with a feeling so bad it was like he had a sickness he couldnt get rid of.

oh how he hated you, yet, how he loved you.

[irishcoyote]

Inflamed Sense of Rejection: Chapter One

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: This is that Angel Face backstory I was talking about. His name is Caleb Handover because I'm not going to call him Angel Face the whole time. There will be no "spice" because I type this on a school computer and honestly I want to expand my writing abilities. ~~~~~~~~~~~

This is a horrible way to start a journal, probably the most over-done and unintriguing sentence used to start a story, but my name is Caleb Handover. I’m 16 years old, and I live in Wilmington, Delaware. I go to Mt. Pleasant High School, class of 2001. That makes me a Junior.

It’s boring. Every single day is the same. The ducks pass over the sky when I’m walking to school, and it looked cool when I was nine, but nowadays it just feels like I’m watching someone drive to work. 

Delaware duck schedule: 6 AM, wake up to the same alarm as everyone in the neighborhood. 7 AM, fly to the pond for breakfast and a bath. Pass by that blond kid again. 

My hair was born white. People on the street asked my mom while she was pushing the stroller, why do you bleach your baby’s hair? 

She never did. 

 First period is Advanced Placement Calculus. I’m thinking about ducks. Derivatives, ducks, hyperbolas, ducks, factorials, ducks, integrals…

My mom called my hair duck-fuzz.  

I like math, but I only say that because high schoolers have to like something. If you say you don’t like any subjects in school, you sound like a wannabe-dropout loser. I’m 16 years old and taking AP Calculus. I don’t think I’m a wannabe anything, but I don’t think I’m genuine, either. I’ve already done the warmup question on the board. Find 34! It’s just a factorial. Does anyone see me?

“Caleb Handover?”

Only during attendance. 

I raise my hand until my elbow is about six inches off of my table, parallel to the smooth, fake-wood surface. Not high enough to seem like a geek, but still giving effort.  

Invisibility is a science.

“Here.” 

There’s a pause. My hand stays in the air.

“Caleb Handover?” my teacher tilts his chin up and surveys the room, his pencil hovering over my name, ready to write truant. 

“I said I’m here,” I said louder as I raised my hand higher. My pen balances between my peace-sign fingers. My teacher flicks his eyes to me, and his eyebrows soften. He adjusts his glasses. The sad taste of desperation lingered in my mouth after essentially begging to be accounted for.

“Oh, hello Caleb. Sorry I didn’t see you.” My teacher laughs dryly and clears his throat. “Serena Hofstadter?” 

She has mono. 

“Gordon Jacobs?” 

That’s how Serena got mono.

For a moment I picture Serena and Gordon as Romeo and Juliet during the final act. Gordon drinks from a tall, crystal vial of mononucleosis extract and collapses. Serena, covered head-to-toe in orange spray tan and blonde highlights underneath her Shakespearean garb, discovers him on the floor and gives a tearful soliloquy before kissing him feverishly in an attempt to drink the mono from his lips. In the end, they’re both bedridden, and everyone knows. 

In fair Delaware we lay our scene.

I don’t know why, but I’m angry at them. Serena and Gordon. My knuckles turn white as I grip my pen harder, gritting my teeth and thinking about my peers who go to parties to drink and kiss and do drugs. I didn’t even think parties were a real thing until I started listening to rich kids’ conversations. 

“I got home so late last night…” quote from the boy wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

“I’m, like, so hungover.” quote from the girl wearing sunglasses indoors at 8:30 AM.

“Her house was so tacky.” quote from the girl whose locker is head-to-toe in sequins and leopard print, who uses perfume to cover the smell of anxiety pheromones. 

I’m not jealous, and I’d rather have lifelong diarrhea than be in the same boat as these kids, but it would be nice to have a life. 

It would be nice to be a part of something bigger than myself.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's Note: Please let me know what you think, and if I should keep writing this. It would be appreciated :)

[mirjtsu]

Me trying to understand Yuumori (help :'3)

So, in these days I decided to start re-reading Moriarty the Patriot (I'm at volume 4), since I was forgetting stuff. I love this series so much, the art style, the characters, the relationships they built (cough Sherliam cough cough).

Since I appreciate this manga so much (with all the mysteries and references to the original books), I want to understand a few things.

I had a few problems with some parts of the premise of this story. Maybe some of you know the answers to my questions so I wanted to ask you!

1) Liam overtaking the real William's identity

Maybe it's me, not aware of the noble system and their interactions at a young age, but... How is it possible that no one, NO ONE, questioned Albert's claim that Liam (I'm gonna use "Liam" referring to our fav Lord of Crime and "William" referring to the original one, that jerk) is William?

Wasn't there anyone who met the real William before? Anyone who clearly understood that Liam wasn't the real one? Really? Even if William studied at home, with a private tutor, that kid still went out, probably hanging out with other nobles' children.

Liam is completely different from William, they don't resemble each other at all so I don't understand. The fact that there was no explaination for this made it even more confusing. I can imagine infinite schemes or stuff they did to eventually quiet down those who could unveil the truth, but what really happened?

2) (Wil)Liam's age

If I'm not wrong, William was about to turn 13 when he died with his mother, father and the servants. So Liam, who became "William", was supposed to be that age or at least pretend to be. At the end of chapter one, we learn that there is a 13-years time skip, from those event.

If you look at the Yuumori's WikiFandom page about Liam, you can see he was 24 at the beginning of the story, meaning when he became "William" he was 11. But shouldn't he be (or claim to be) 26? He attended public school, in the real William's stead, after the mansion's fire (so he should have been of age for that). His students said he entered university at 16 became a professor at 21 (if I didn't mess up with the numbers). So my question is: did they fake Liam's age too and the information we have regards his real self, right? Does that mean that Liam was 14 and 19 when those facts happened? If so, wow! I'm impressed. If not, I'm confused (also, we know such a few things about his true identity; his personal data we're given generally refers to his identity as "William" so I wondered if that was the real or the fake age).

3) Louis and Liam are not twins but seem like they are

More than a problem or thing that I don't understand, I'm just asking myself "Why making them literally the same when they're not twins?". I swear, at first I was 100% sure that they were twins but then I noticed the ages don't match (just look at the info on WikiFandom pages: Liam is claimed to be 24/27 years old, while Louis 23/26). Also, if they were twins it wouldn't make sense that people didn't question the fact that Louis, the only supposed adopted child, was identical to the second son of Lord Moriarty (when they shouldn't be related by blood in any way, in the public's eyes).

An interesting thing about this is that if you look at the volumes' covers (not recent illustrations), there were some slight differences I didn't focus on before.

Liam has light blond hair and fire (or maybe blood ;3) red eyes, while Louis has more of ocher hair and red-brownish eyes (I just noticed that Liam is a bit taller than Louis). While in the anime, their colors' palettes are identical.

I wanted to highlight this, looking for someone like me who was confused about this. But since there are various unrelated characters that resemble each other (because of the art style), it's not a big deal.

There are probably many things I'm not aware of, so if you want to share what you know, I'm here, craving for more intels!

~°~

Thanks to everyone who tried to help me understand I'm less concerned about (1). Also, in chapter 9, as I was told, they explain a bit better the situation so finally I feel more at peace XD. THANK YOU ALL!!!♡

[bachissidehoe]

show me yours

chapter 3 of it's classy, not classic [bachisagi]

It’s been a long time since Isagi Yoichi has really taken in the scent of the turf or acknowledged the blueness of the sky on a game day. He truly believed he would never forget about what it took to climb to the top, but some days the fame and money get to him enough that he forgets to stop and reflect on what made him fall in love with the game in the first place. And it’s this- the smell of the turf, the blue sky, the cheers that all blend together into the perfect harmony. He should make sure he remembers that. 

And the announcer calls his name, followed by screams and cheers of people he knows have never attended a professional soccer game before. That’s what makes this game different, the world is obsessed with it on a brand new level. Isagi never thought he could change the world, nor did he want to, but it seems like his lie has sparked new life into two communities that otherwise didn’t often overlap. And it’s all because of a mistake, a mistake that turned into him involving Bachira Meguru. 

Isagi doesn’t think Bachira deserves it, but the eccentric ex-striker is here today, wearing Isagi’s number 11 on the sidelines, just like a boyfriend would. 

And when Isagi flashes him a light smile and a quick wave, the crowd explodes with cheering and joy. The world has become obsessed with the relationship between old Blue Lock friends, who, due to Isagi’s honest mistake, are now thought to be dating. 

The meditation Isagi completed before coming onto the field was supposed to allow him to focus on the sights and sounds of the game without becoming too stressed about the fake relationship he’s gotten himself into. But as soon as Bachira smiles back, it’s like all his preparation goes right down the drain. Isagi told himself to ignore Bachira, but his eyes wandered on their own, looking for those blonde highlights without him even realizing. So now, that Bachira waved right back at him, he’s stressed again. 

Deep breath. 

Another deep breath. 

He makes his way to the center of the field, meeting up with his allies and opponents. 

“You already look like a loser and the game hasn’t started yet.” 

“Thanks Rin, I can always count on you to get me pumped up.” Isagi replies, refusing to look the emo boy in the eye. Regardless of the two of them fighting on the same team, neither of their egos have been lost since Blue Lock. They still compete with each other in the same way they did as kids. 

“If either of you fuck up I’ll score myself.” Another voice enters the conversation, the absolute sunshine of a midfielder, Itoshi Sae. A gorgeous auburn haired genius, and Rin’s older brother (who he just adores). 

The three of them are the key to the team’s success, a combination that has been dubbed The Holy Trinity by fans. All three of them are exceptional scorers who constantly compete with each other for the ball, it makes them somehow extremely compatible. All of them have a strong distaste for each other, yet an equally as strong respect, one that keeps them grounded. 

“You have to wait for us to fuck up first? I’d do it myself regardless.” Rin scoffs. 

“Well, well, well!” The opposing team finally reaches the midfield, bringing Isagi face-to-face with some more former Blue Lock friends. 

“Good to see you, Reo. Nagi, too.” Isagi holds out his hand for Reo to shake. They’re all team captains, after all, this is protocol. 

“Sup, Isagi.” Nagi nods toward him. As nonchalant as ever, and still the messiest snowy hair. For all that Reo has always done to take care of Nagi, Isagi always wondered how Nagi’s hair still always ends up such a mess. 

“Rin, Sae.” Reo shakes their hands too. “Quite a crowd today, you’d think Bachisagi is getting married or something.” Reo chuckles. 

Isagi knew this would happen. He was honestly surprised Aiku didn’t make fun of him first. But the dig still pisses him off. 

“What did you call them? Bachisagi? That’s actually funny.” Rin can’t help but let a light snicker slip out. 

“Oh come on, you’re just jealous you two weren’t the couple to cause this much hype.” Isagi fires back. “Always thought it would be you, considering how obsessed you’ve always been with your “treasure””.

Reo playfully rolls his eyes, but anyone with a working set of their own would be able to see a flush across his cheeks. He’s so easily flustered, but only ever when it comes to Nagi. 

“That’s funny Isagi.” Nagi acknowledges. But beyond his words, not a soul would be able to tell how he’s really feeling about it. 

Isagi remembers first encountering Nagi Seishiro- despite being a lazy bum he can get extremely passionate. He can only imagine how Nagi would act if he and Reo were dating. He’d probably be more dominant than expected, which sounds kind of interesting considering Reo can be so arrogant someti-

Isagi shakes the thoughts from his head. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be thinking about guys dating at a time like this. 

“You guys are a piece of work.” Sae mumbles. 

“Thanks, Itoshi Sae.” Reo winks, flashing a peace sign before turning around, taking up his starting position. 

And just like that, after a bit of trash talk, the game begins. 

It’s unlike Isagi to be nervous before a game. He hasn’t felt that way in years, so he can’t quite recall what it feels like. Perhaps this feeling isn’t nervousness, but maybe stress instead. And it has nothing to do with the task at hand, which is to score goals and win the game. Soccer has this tendency to make Isagi forget about the rest of the world, so it doesn’t take much for him to reach his flow state. 

Goal. 

That’s the first score. And with a pump of his fist and a quick glance to a wide-eyed Bachira, Isagi is ready for another.

Goal. 

A second score, and another glance to Bachira. Rin’s annoyed that Sae keeps choosing to pass to the opposite side, and that only makes Isagi more excited. 

Goal.

A hat trick. His fourth ever hat trick in a division game. And of course- another quick side-eyed glance to Bachira Meguru. He doesn’t even know why he’s doing it, but it feels right to make sure he’s still watching. 

Ow. 

That actually hurt. Getting kicked or thrown or shoved is definitely common in this sport, but it isn’t often that something actually makes Isagi hobble around for a second. He wasn’t even focusing, but someone must have kicked him in the shin. 

The whistle blows, and Noa calls for Isagi to come off the field if he can walk. Of course he can walk, why is anyone even considering subbing him out? He’s fine. 

“I’m fine!” He calls back, shaking his ankle a few times.

“Nope, get your ass off the field!” Noa calls for him again, the referee helping to escort Isagi to the sidelines. 

“What the fuck coach?” He protests, making his way off the field as his team organizes a new formation. 

“Protocol, you gotta come off for a few to get checked out.” Noa explains, waving him off to the medical team. 

Isagi sighs. It’s probably the right choice. Of course he’s fine, but it did hurt for a minute there. Enough for Noa to notice, unfortunately. 

He watches the livestream of the game from the medical office, shaking his head in disappointment as the Reo x Nagi duo comes back with two goals of their own. He needs to get back out there. 

“You’ll be fine but you’ll need to sit for the rest of the game. It’ll bruise but you should be set for practice on Monday.” The nurse explains. 

Isagi huffs. “I can’t play anymore today?” He already knows the answer, but he figures maybe if he asks one more time the nurse will change his mind. 

“Nope, sorry Isagi.” 

So he’s forced to watch the rest of the game from the sidelines, his legs practically itching with jealousy for the players who are allowed to play the remaining quarter of the game. Sure, he’s fine and will be back on Monday, but missing any aspect of an important game makes Isagi feel like his heart is being ripped from his chest. Who is Bachira supposed to watch now? 

Goal.

This time from Rin, a goal that Isagi can’t help but roll his eyes at. Even in Isagi’s hat trick game he can’t help but feel a slight pang of annoyance when anyone else scores a goal besides him. But the game ends shortly after that, with a final score of 4-2. 

“Isagi! Isagi Yoichi!”

“Isagi!”

“Number one! Over here!” 

“Yoichi-sama!”

The sounds of reporters begging for Isagi’s attention. He scored a hat trick and then was suddenly removed from the game, it’s only natural that reporters would be looking to interview him.

“Isagiiiiiii!” 

Now that voice is much more familiar. Isagi can hardly react to the excited screeching before he notices some blonde highlights breaking through the crowd, nearly colliding with his fake boyfriend. 

“Bachira, oh my god dude.” Isagi chuckles, stopping the ball of energy with his hands straight out before he can knock him over. 

“You did great! Hat trick! Are you okay? Your leg or something?” Bachira floods him with questions, all while cameras flash and reporters continue to beg for Isagi’s attention. Now that Bachira’s here, they must be so excited to see the two of them together. This will make for some great engagement for sure. 

“Isagi! Over here!” Reporters continue to barrage him. 

Isagi can’t answer anyone, not even Bachira. He thought he was used to the attention, but under the stress of having to maintain his fake relationship, he’s not so sure he can handle it. 

“You should answer one of them.” Bachira leans a bit closer, lowering his voice to a much calmer tone than he normally uses. “It’ll be fine, you gotta talk about how great you did.” 

Isagi takes a breath, finding himself calmed by Bachira’s words. He certainly didn’t expect the emotional support from such an individualistic egoist. 

“Hi! Yeah it was a great game today. Glad we could pull out the win.” Isagi smiles toward the first reporter he makes eye contact with, letting the cameras flash as Bachira swiftly moves to the side. 

“What happened? Why were you subbed out?” The reporter asks. 

“Ah, no big deal, just twisted my ankle a bit. The nurse told me I’m all set for next practice. Plus, I can walk on it just fine.” He smiles, maintaining the interview persona he’s learned. Even after so many of these interviews, he still finds himself struggling to navigate. 

“That’s great to hear! And we’ve noticed your new boyfriend is here too, Bachira Meguru! How long have you two been together?”

Isagi glances to Bachira, a look of slight panic washing over his face. “Um, not too long, only been official for about a month or so-” He answers, lying through his teeth. To Isagi, it just seemed like saying a month was the safest bet. 

Bachira notices his panic, deciding to slide just a little closer to his “boyfriend”. For someone who has always struggled with other people, Bachira can’t help but have just a bit of empathy for those he really cares about. Ever since he and Isagi first met, Isagi has been one of those people. Bachira doesn’t care too much about lying to the public, but he feels bad that Isagi has been forced into this position. 

Bachira’s starting to realize that this lie is a lot more uncomfortable for Isagi than it is for him, considering Isagi is straight. Bachira doesn’t mind flirting with anyone even if it’s fake, but he can only imagine that it must be difficult for Isagi to pretend like he’s into a guy. That kind of makes him feel weirdly bummed, in a way.

“So many fans are very happy for the two of you! How about a quick kiss for the camera?” The reporter continues. 

Isagi immediately flushes, panicking more than he already was. He can’t just kiss Bachira, he’s never even kissed a guy. But this could mean the end of their little white lie, this could mean a negative perception of Isagi forever. He feels his heart rate increasing, he may actually pass out. 

“Oh stop it,” Bachira chimes in, his tone light and joking. “You guys don’t even know how private Isagi is about his relationships!” He exclaims, lightly nudging Isagi. 

Isagi breathes a sigh of relief, trying his best to make it sound like a chuckle. 

“We gotta go, so you can get just a sneak peak, alright?” Bachira giggles a demonic giggle, before leaning slightly up to peck Isagi’s cheek. 

Isagi certainly didn’t expect it, his hand flying up to touch the spot Bachira kissed, his face burning red instantly. It was soft and quick, barely anything. He’s had plenty of people kiss him on the cheek, like his parents for example, but this felt nothing like that. Somehow, even though it was a simple peck, it sends his brain into a swirling frenzy- not a single thought can be formed. 

“See you guys later, hehe!” Bachira giggles, linking his arm with Isagi’s and leading the two of them off the field. 

It’s like Isagi can feel the place Bachira kissed him, it’s burning a hole in his cheek. Maybe it’s because it hasn’t been kissed in so long, maybe he didn’t realize just how much he’s been missing physical affection, or maybe it just surprised him. For some reason, Isagi never expected that an interviewer or reporter would actually ask him to kiss his boyfriend publicly, but reflecting back, it does make sense. 

“Hey, you alright?” Bachira leads him into the tunnel, walking him toward his team's locker room.  

“Yeah, wait-” Isagi stops his flustered saunter. “Why are you in here?” 

“Oh, right, I just assumed I should get you out of there.” Bachira also stops. 

He’s definitely not on the team, so he absolutely shouldn’t be walking to the locker room with Isagi. But, considering they’re dating, Isagi assumes it must make sense for security to let him walk around in here. It’s just Bachira, what harm could he possibly cause?

“Yeah, true. Thanks.” He mumbles.

“You look sweatier than you did on the field.” Bachira chuckles. 

“I wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” He keeps his voice low, maintaining his intense eye contact with the floor as he picks up his pace. 

“Looks like somebody’s flustered.” Bachira sings, drawing out his words to taunt Isagi. 

“Stop it.” Isagi groans. “Quit being like that.” 

“Like whaaatttttt?” He giggles. “To hot for you to handle?”

“You’re such a flirt.” Isagi walks faster, nearing the locker room that likely houses the rest of his team. “Can you wait here for me? Have to shower and stuff.” 

“So we can leave together?” Bachira continues his teasing.

“Oh my god-”

“Sorry, sorry.” He laughs. 

“We should probably leave together, right? People will still be out getting pictures and stuff.” Isagi explains his thought process. He doesn’t want Bachira thinking he actually wants to spend all this time with him. 

“Yeah, yeah. Makes sense.” 

And with that, Isagi enters the locker room, saying good games to his team members and hopping in the showers. He should really wash off that kiss, but no matter how hard he scrubs the cheek, it’s like he can still feel Bachira’s lips there. His body has memorized the shape like it’s a cement mold, and now it’s locked in there forever. Isagi must be crazy, or seriously pent up. 

“Yo, Isagi.” Rin calls, entering the showers as Isagi wraps a towel around his waist. 

“You used my actual name!” Isagi replies sarcastically. That’s often how their conversations go, pissing each other off and shit talking to the point where Isagi wonders if Rin may just murder him someday. Yet, he still considers Rin a teammate and a friend, in a weird fucked up way. 

“You and Bachira aren’t dating.” Rin makes his observation by assuming he’s already correct.

Isagi scoffs. “What are you talking about?” He deflects, though his shaky voice isn’t quite convincing enough. Isagi’s not one to lie, so this entire ordeal is really hard on his mental energy.

“Come on.” 

Isagi sighs. There’s not really a way to get past this, he fears. Rin is too scary. “Can you please not like, spread that theory around?” 

“I don’t plan to, I just want to hear you say I’m right.” 

“What made you think that?” 

“Because I know you.” Rin says flatly. 

That’s the only sentence it takes to convince Isagi to spill the full story. It feels good for him to be honest about it with someone who isn’t directly involved. 

“So you’re keeping this up for how long?” 

“Until he moves back home.” Isagi answers.

“Ah.” Rin nods. “You should play it up more.” 

Isagi pauses. “Huh?” 

“Play it up, like be more dramatic about it. Our viewership was at an all time high today. And this is the first time our seats have completely sold out in years.” Rin explains. 

“Since when do you care about viewership?” 

“Since our lack of funding puts us in danger of not being able to pay for both the world cup expenses and pay for the players’ salaries.” 

“Where did you hear that?” 

“Noa.” Rin shrugs. “I don’t give a fuck about money, but I give a fuck about playing.” 

“Yeah, wow. I didn’t even think about how people just haven’t been enjoying soccer as much anymore.” 

“So you should get more excited about your little boyfriend, because it brings people here.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” Isagi pulls on his shorts and t-shirt, taking a seat on the shower bench. 

“Be less obvious about how panicked you are from a kiss on the cheek, for one thing.” Rin scoffs.

“Tch. Whatever.” Isagi doesn’t really have a counter to what Rin’s saying. Not only is Isagi bringing forward a huge first for the community, he’s also bringing more viewers and potentially changing the future for his entire team. This entire lie affects so many more people than he thought. 

“It does make sense that you like guys though, all things considered.” Rin continues.

“What? I don’t. I’m straight.” 

“Oh, hah.” Rin lets out a light chuckle. “The way your face looked when he kissed your cheek says otherwise.” 

[spirker]

hi i'm too overwhelmed to watch rhys's murray cameo and i was wondering if you know of anyone who's posted a transcript somewhere? or if there's any chance maybe you would be open to telling us the best bits/highlights of the cameo? (thank you for your post about it with the fotc bloops video btw!!)

Oh hey! No problem, I’ll do my best.

So, Rhys is wearing a very cute Murray style ensemble for this one - beige shirt, Aotearoa themed tie, brown blazer.

He opens by calling ‘band meeting!’

First question is ‘where is Murray now?’

Answer - he’s been working hard, managing a band called Great Big Cow and getting them in to perform at the Troubadour in LA. The room sold out and the band played very well - a big achievement for Murray!

After that, he’s returned to New Zealand. He goes between NZ, LA and NY. FOTC was his heyday.

(I’ve written this next bit in full because I think it is excellent advice)

Life advice to note down: when you find yourself in a scenario you didn’t expect - don’t fret! Could be awkward, could be weird, you might be upset for some reason. Could be job you don’t want to do or could be some place you don’t want to be. But just think in the back of your mind - something good can come of this. The old silver lining.

Murray’s silver lining was that a couple of ‘cool-looking idiots’ turned up on his doorstep. They had a band that needed managing and Murray flourished in this new role!

They brought amazing comedy and music to the world, and there was a sense of sadness when it ended and they had to go back to NZ.

(Rhys gets briefly distracted by a plant in the background)

People related to Murray because he showed ‘fake it til you make it’, make use of any skills you have to level up - life is a ‘big theatrical escapade’, we have to put on a character everyday and pull something out of nothing to achieve in this world and Murray was the embodiment of that.

Murray is awkward, doesn’t quite fit in, but being like that you can still make it. Having a sense of humour is a big one, but you always have something unique about you.

Everyone has a sense of humour, some have a natural gift for it, but everyone has a certain set of skills to utilise.

(Then he talks himself out of giving advice - personally I love his advice and I always want to hear more but I think he started doubting himself here!)

Then he talks for a bit about improvisation in FOTC - a lot of it was improvised! They had so much fun.

Murray’s office particularly was always improvised - they had a goal to get to, a reason for the scene, but you could work anything into the scene. It was hard to stop each other from laughing!

Some highlights: arguing in front of the map, ‘I get ridiculed all the time’, ‘on your way to a dick meeting’, the dad guitar bit, ‘you’d have to be deaf to hear that’, ‘you could have a little bit of hay coming out of your mouth’ (🤣)

Rhys really enjoyed watching it back and he’s really proud of it.

Then he talks for a bit about band meetings and how Jemaine was always corpsing - he would be first to laugh and set Bret off. B&J would often have to leave the room and Murray would do the band meeting to two empty chairs because they were laughing too much.

Rhys would still hear them laughing down the corridor by the monitors so he’d call out ‘I can hear you! You’re gonna have to go back to your trailers!’

FOTC worked so well because of the connections they all had together as a cast and wanting each scene to be as funny as it could be.

You don’t want to rely too much on stuff you’ve written in a script, if you can do it (not everyone can) then improvising can be when you’re funniest. When Rhys gets a script he likes to do a run through where he adds his own stuff and people can see if they want to add in something different that he comes up with.

He then sings ‘Leggy Blonde’ as a thank you. He misses FOTC dearly and hopes they can get together again one day and do something.

(He includes all the parts of Leggy Blonde, including Jemaine’s rap, which had me in fits of laughter)

Wow that was long, I hope that my recap isn’t too overwhelming either! It was such a fun video and brought back so many memories of watching FOTC when I was a teen.

<3

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Blorbo From My Shows Wrapped 2023

And rating them on a scale from 1 to 10

Nathan MacKinnon: listen okay he comes around every year around hockey season. This year I’ve gone especially deranged for him and made a fucking top loader for one of my hockey cards of him. He mostly gets points for being Nova Scotian and also looking like he has sustained multiple blows to the head. He is also incredibly fucking shaped. Anyway solid 7/10 - loses points because he’s been stripped of all personality by the NHL in order to be more advertiser-friendly

Vinsmoke Sanji: alright okay I’m a fake fan because I’ve only seen the live action but sweet Christ I want this white man. From the moment this absolute womanizing jackass graced my screen I have been in love with him. He makes me giggle and kick my feet like a middle schooler at a sleepover. He truly is Blorbo From My Shows in the best possible way. 10/10 I think this man is so hot.

John Sheppard: I started watching Atlantis recently and I kind of thought I was gonna hate it because no Daniel and Daniel had been my primary brain rot since I was 9 but John won me over. I love his sense of humour and his relationship with McKay (aaaaaaa Canada Mentioned!!!!) but I also find his insubordination extremely hot like yes babe!!! Disregard your orders to commit intergalactic war crimes!!!! Also I love that we get Sheppard Scruff a lot because believe me that instantly casts a hex on me to lose all thoughts!!!! Foaming at the mouth for him!!! Anyway 8/10 - loses points for being a pilot bc my dad was on the ground crew and my genetic memory is telling me that all pilots are bastards

Tony Markovich (that fucking cop from shameless): listen okay hear me out hear me out……………….. alright I got nothing, I can’t even defend this one. First of all, I’ve only seen the show through tiktok highlights. Second bbg this man is a cop what’s wrong with you??? He mostly gets points for looking like a handsome young man who my mom would love if I brought him home. Like Tony just looks sooooo boyfriend shaped to me?? Like if I brought him home and he told my mom that he volunteers coaching basketball and that he likes to spend his off time cooking with his mom, my mom would literally bawl her eyes out because I’ve brought home the man she’s always envisioned for me. 6/10 - loses points for being a cop and also being too fucking vanilla to even think that his handcuffs could possibly be used for sex.

Ray Stantz: alright so he’s also the type that I would 100% bring home to my mom but unlike Tony, I respect his career. This guy is soooooooooooo husband shaped like he looks like the kind of guy who mows his lawn on a Sunday before the kids wake up so he can teach them how to ride a bike as soon as they finish breakfast. He’s also just so sweet and cuddly in canon and I want him to infodump about all his interests at me. I also like that his so squishy and I just wanna be the one who helps him get the ectoplasm out of his hair while he tells me about poltergeists and stuff. 10/10 - he’s so husband shaped he loses points for NOTHING because he’s EXACTLY the kind of man I want

Daniel Jackson: listen okay we all knew this was coming I don’t even need to say anything. I know this man has not only been living in my head rent free but he also lives in yours because you follow me and you have 0 choice in the matter. I’m not elaborating just go thru #yeet me into the void on my blog and you’ll get it. 15/10 he’s the fucking blueprint.

Jack Ransom: i apparently cannot exist without a white man from Star Trek bouncing around my skull so Ransom makes this list. I love blonde himbos and like the thing is that I know he’d call me a fucking slur but like his superiority complex does something to me idfk I should send this post to my therapist because evidently I need fucking help. 8/10 - loses points for being a cartoon, gains points for his obvious brat taming kink.

Anyway thanks for coming to the annual Blorbo From My Shows Wrapped: a post that if it got forwarded to anyone in my family I’d simply fake my death and disappear. However, my tumblr followers are my priest and this blog is my confessional.

[ageofbarbarians]

First Dates // D.R.W

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: Y/N gets set up for a blind date with a total asshole, credits to one of their friends. The night is going terribly until she meets a handsome stranger at the bar... 

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! Strangers to Lovers Danny! Unprotected Sex, Oral (f receiving), Slight Bondage, Use of Whips, Language, Alcohol Consumption, uhm.. I think that’s it?

Word Count: 5.8K

M A S T E R L I S T

“It was crazy! That part was one of the wildest parties I’ve ever been to, especially for a work function. We probably spent a couple grand putting that thing together. Not that it was a huge deal considering that’s like loose change to me, but it was still wild.” The guy in front of you laughed. You pulled a fake smile before taking a sip of your drink.

You were on one of the worst blind dates of your life. You had been going on dates for a while, just trying to find somebody who made you genuinely happy. You were so tired of the shitty dates that lead to one-night stands and you would never hear from them again. It was exhausting. This guy though? He was the worst to fucking date. So far he has just talked about himself the entire night, about how much money he makes like it’s some huge deal, all of the lame-ass parties he’s been to and he hasn’t even let you get a word in edge-wise. He ordered your food for you, never even stopping to ask what you wanted. At one point he had even mentioned something about a girl he had slept with and proceeded to talk about it in vague detail. You were over it, this guy was nothing but one giant red flag.

“Sounds crazy.” You nodded your head and looked around the restaurant, trying to avert your attention elsewhere.

“It was! I mean who knew an office party could get that wild? There weren’t really any women there so that’s probably why. No drama.” He nodded his head and you just looked at him, raising your brows. Are you actually fucking serious?

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, finishing off your drink. You needed to find a way to get out of here but you didn’t want to be rude and just leave. Granted this guy deserved every little bit of it but that just wasn’t you.

“Will you excuse me?” You smiled softly and stood up to make your way to the bathroom. He just shrugged and nodded his head. You sighed as you walked to the bathroom. You debated on grabbing another drink since you had to walk past the bar but you decided against it. On the way, you made eye contact with one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hair fell delicately around his face, blonde highlights scattered throughout, his eyes a beautiful shade of brown, and his lips were the perfect shade of pink. He looked you up and down before he gave you a soft smile, taking a sip of his drink. Whiskey you assumed. You smirked at him and turned to go into the bathroom.

You stood in front of the mirror, giving your appearance a once over trying to see if there was anything that could be making this date go so horribly wrong. You shook your head and tried to rid the thoughts from your mind.

“This is because of him, not you.” You whispered to yourself as you stared at yourself, observing your outfit. You adjusted the red suit jacket that sat perfectly along your shoulders and adjusted your breasts in the lacy body suit you wore under it. You pulled a small tube of lipstick out of your clutch and touch up your lips before putting the cap back on and closing the clutch back up.

You adjusted your hair as you walked out of the bathroom, your heels clicking against the tile. You walked past the handsome stranger again and scanned his body as you continued to walk to your table. As soon as you sat down, the guy in front of you just continued on about whatever stupid story he was telling. At this point, you couldn’t even hear anything he was saying.

You looked over at the bar to see the mysterious man making direct eye contact with you. He waved and you gave a small smile. You looked back at your ‘date’ and he hadn’t even noticed that you weren’t paying attention. You looked back at the handsome stranger as he had his back leaned against the bar, drink in his hand.

“Need help?” He mouthed to you. You were taken aback by the question but you were desperate to get out of this date. You nodded your head ever so slightly and he noticed. He finished off his drink before he sat it down on the bar and stood up, making his way over to your table.

You sat up in your seat, focusing your attention on the annoying man— correction, boy, in front of you. You smiled at him and nodded your head as he continued to talk.

“Hi. It’s been a while, stranger.” The handsome man stood next to your table and he looked at you, completely ignoring your date sitting across from you.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” You stood up and gave the stranger a hug, acting as if you’d known him forever. As the side of your head brushed past him, you whispered a ‘thank you'.

“Uh hello?” The prick sitting down at the table scoffed and you both pulled away from the hug. You both looked at him and his brows were raised, an obviously irritated expression on his face.

“Danny, a long-time friend.” The stranger, whose name you now learned was Danny, introduced himself to your date even though he didn’t need to.

“Scott.” Your date said simply as he stood up, clearly annoyed. He took a sip of his drink and stiffened up, trying to compare himself to Danny. Wasn’t even close.

“Nice to meet you, Scott.” Danny smiled and tried to shake Scott’s hand, but he just looked at his hand before looking back at Danny.

“Yeah, likewise. If you don’t mind we’re kind of on a date here.” Scott gestured to you and then back to himself.

“Seriously?” You scoffed, an annoyed smile on your face. Scott gave you a confused look before sitting down and you continued to laugh.

“Yeah, a date my fucking ass. Listen, I’ve been on a lot of dates, and I mean a lot, and you are by far the worst guy I’ve ever met in my entire life. You talked about yourself the entire time, not even letting me get a word in edge-wise. For fucks sake, you even talked about hooking up with one of your past dates. This has to be a joke.” You shook your head and grabbed your clutch from the table.

“Y/N, come on, don’t be a bitch.” Scott scoffed and this was your final straw. You grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the table and threw it in his face. You heard a couple of the tables surrounding you gasp and a few even laughed.

“What the fuck!” He shouted and you wrapped your arm around Danny's. He definitely gained the attention of some of the surrounding tables and you could feel heat start to creep onto your cheeks. You wanted to get out of this situation as fast as you could. You both started to walk towards the bar before you stopped to get in a final word.

“Thanks for the salad. Dick.” You rolled your eyes and continued to walk to the bar with Danny. As the two of you sat down, you burst into a fit of laughter.

“Wow… that was by far one of the worst dates I’ve ever been on.” You shook your head and looked at Danny who had an amused smile on his face.

“Guy seemed like a prick.” He waved over the bartender and he came over a moment later.

“What can I get for you?” A short woman smiled as she waited for us to give our drink order.

“I’ll have another whiskey, and the lady will have…” Danny ordered his drink and looked at you, waiting for you to give your order.

“Rosé, please.”

“The lady will have a rosé,” Danny repeated and she nodded, going to get the drinks. You turned your head towards Danny and you smiled at him, observing his features. He turned his head to face you and he eyed you up and down once more.

“So stranger, I never did learn your name.” He pulled his bottom lip in between his thumb and forefinger.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake and he took it with a firm grip and shook it three times.

“Daniel Wagner, it’s very nice to meet you,” He nodded his head once and turned toward the bartender who sat down the drinks in front of the both of you. You grabbed your glass of wine and took a sip, while Danny took a sip of his whiskey.

“Also, you’re right, that guy was a prick.” You shook your head and sat your glass back down on the bar before crossing your legs and setting your hands on your knee.

“How do you even know him?” He asked curiously, taking another sip of his drink.

“Blind date. One of my friends set me up with him for god knows why so safe to say I won’t be taking her recommendations anymore. God, I’m so over dating.” You shook your head, looking toward the ground.

“That’s a shame.” You looked back up to meet Danny's eyes and the two of you just stared at each other for a moment.

“What makes you say that?” You questioned, trying to egg him on. He smiled as he looked down at the floor and back up at you again.

“I mean, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t give up on dating. I mean who knows, there could be some extremely handsome guy who wants to take her out who isn’t a total fuck.” Danny shrugged and turned toward you, knees facing each other. He took another sip of his drink and leaned one of his arms against the bar.

“Mmm, a shame I’ll never get to experience that,” you sighed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your drink, obviously catching onto what he was implying. Danny raised his brow at you and the simple look sent butterflies through your stomach. He was extremely attractive and something about his stare was intimidating.

“Do you want to go somewhere with me, Y/N?” He asked suddenly. You let out a small laugh and stared at him for a moment before realizing he was serious.

“Wait, like actually? How do I know you’re not going to murder me once we leave?” You questioned.

“Does this look like a face of a murder?” He raised a brow, setting the back side of his hand under his chin.

“Yes very much so. I mean come on. Bundy? Richard Ramirez? Dahmer? They were all attractive yet still killed people.” You deadpanned. Danny stared at you not even knowing what to say.

“I mean.. yeah I guess you have a point. But that’s a part of the thrill isn’t it?” He smiled and you laughed at his comment. You both finished off your drinks and you stood up, reaching your hand out for him to grab. You still had the thought in the back of your mind that this could potentially be a bad idea, but a large part of you was telling you to just go for it. 

“Where are we going, Wagner?” Danny stood up and grabbed your hand. He quickly closed out his tab and started leading you toward the exit. Unfortunately, you had to walk past Scott’s table and he glared at the two of you as you made your way toward the exit.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” you heard Scott mumble under his breath. Before you had a chance to turn around, Danny's hand left yours and he strode over to Scott’s table. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and practically lifted him out of his chair. There was an instant look of panic that washed over his face. He looked like he was going to throw up. 

“Call her a bitch or any sort of name again and see what the fuck happens.” Danny hissed and stared into his eyes and all Scott could do was quickly nod his head. The simple act sent heat to your core and you bit your lip. Something about Danny looking pissed off was extremely sexy. You shook your head slightly, trying to get rid of the thoughts since you had just met this man. But dear god he was sexy.

“Good, glad we’re on the same page.” Danny smiled and let go of Scott’s collar, causing him to fall back into his chair, looking up at Danny with a face of horror. He turned around and walked back towards you, resting his hand in yours again. The two of you walked out of the building as soon as you got out the doors. You pushed Danny against the wall of the restaurant, immediately kissing him. You could tell that the action caught him off guard but it was only seconds later that he began to kiss you back.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Dany pulled away, a smirk on his face. His hands rested themselves on your sides and he towered over you. You laughed once you realized what you had done.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I don't think I've ever had somebody do something like that for me.” You admitted, a blush creeping onto your face. You took a step back away from him but he grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him. He leaned down and kissed you again, a lot gentler than you had done to him. You damn near melted into his touch. You put your hands on his arms, feeling his muscles through his suit.

“Forgive me for being so straightforward, but can I please take you home?” You pulled away, looking up into his eyes to read his expression. Danny nodded his head and started pulling you towards the parking lot. You followed behind him, your hand resting in his.

"Danny, what if I drove here?" You asked with a slight laugh. Danny stopped and faced you.

"Shit, did you drive yourself? That asshole didn't even have the decency to pick you up?" He looked at you absolutely dumbfounded.

"I'm kidding. I took a cab." You laughed and you both started walking to the parking lot again. You looked at the side of Danny's face to see the silly little grin he had on his face. You eventually reached his car and he opened the passenger side door for you before you got in. He jogged over to the driver's side and hopped in, letting his car roar to life.

During the car ride, you told Danny where to go and you both engaged in subtle conversation. It was only about fifteen minutes later when you reached your house. You had been lucky enough to buy your own home when a family member you didn't even know passed and you just so happened to be in the will. You felt bad that you didn't know who the person was but your parents had told you that you were only a baby when you had met so it wasn't a huge deal. The house was a decent size but not too big since it was just you, but it gave you room to expand whenever the time came.

You and Danny both got out of the car and it wasn't long before his lips were attacking yours. Your back was pressed against the hood of the car as your fingers tangled into Danny's hair, tugging slightly at the roots. One of his hands was around the back of your neck while the other supported your lower back. You stayed like this for a few minutes, just taking in the moment and admiring how perfectly your lips glided together.

"I have some more drinks inside if you want some more whiskey," You pulled away ever so slightly and he nodded. You pressed another kiss to Danny's lips before you walked towards the front door and grabbed your keys out of your clutch and inserted one of them into the slot. Immediately you heard your dog barking at the front door, waiting for you to come in.

"His name is Tank, he might seem intimidating for a minute but he's the biggest baby I've ever met in my entire life. He's a pitbull mastiff mix." You turned your head towards Danny and he nodded, seeming as though he was excited to meet the dog. You opened the door slightly and Tank continued to bark as you turned a light on and he immediately went up to Danny. He sniffed Danny as he held his hand out, letting him get familiar with his scent. Tank jumped up onto Danny with a giant goofy grin on his face, attempting to give him kisses.

"Tank, down!" You tapped his butt and he jumped down, coming over to you as you crouched down to say hi to him. He layed sloppy kisses all over your face and you turned your head trying to get him to stop. He pushed his head into your chest which made you fall over onto the floor, now fully sitting in front of him.

"I can see why you call him Tank," Danny laughed and started petting the top of Tank's head. He was all black with a small bit of white on his chest and the tips of his toes. He had a red spiked collar and his tail was like a whip. His head was the biggest part of him and most of the time he didn't even know his own size. 

"He's like a bulldozer. There's been a few times he's knocked me out with his head. Thing is like a brick. Isn't that right baby? You have a big 'ole brick for a head, huh?" You cooed at the dog and he attacked your face with kisses again, having no idea what the hell you were even saying. You took your heels off before standing up and walking to the kitchen. Danny followed behind you and Tank made his way to the living room and began chewing on his bone. 

"He's very cute. How old is he?" Danny asked. You opened a bottle of wine for yourself and poured yourself a glass. 

"He's about four. I got him when I had first moved in so I wouldn't be alone. I had always wanted a dog, so I adopted Tank before he could be used for dog fighting." You put the bottle of wine in the fridge and opened a cabinet trying to reach the only bottle of whiskey you had. You stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it would go. You felt Danny press up against your backside, reaching over you to grab it. He backed away and you turned to smile at him. You grabbed a glass and got some ice from the fridge, letting it fall into the cup. You handed it to Danny and he poured himself a glass. 

"I will never understand how people can do such a thing to animals." Danny shook his head and you agreed.

"I don't either. People are shit." You sighed and Danny nodded his head with a small laugh. You grabbed your wine glass again, taking a sip as you observed Danny's body. The suit he was wearing fit him perfectly in all of the right places but you really wondered what he looked like without it on. Danny stepped closer to you and your eyes trailed up his chest before you made eye contact with him.

"I was looking at you all night, Y/N," Danny admitted. His chest was almost completely against yours and you could feel the heat in your core growing.

"Is that so?" You smirked and sat your glass down, leaning against the kitchen counter. You watched his eyes scan over your chest and he licked his lips before nodding his head.

"I kept wondering how a beautiful woman such as yourself was on a date with a pretentious asshole when she could've been having the night of her life."

"It's not too late to change that." You shook your head and Danny lifted you onto the counter before you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips flew to your neck and you let out a moan as he began to leave small bites before soothing them with his tongue. He slotted himself between your legs and you could feel his bulge through the material of your pants. You ran your hands down the front of his chest and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pushed off his suit jacket and when you had the final button undone he took off the shirt. You observed his toned chest and arms, also noticing the slight happy train that disappeared into his suit pants. 

You shrugged off your red suit jacket and undid your belt before popping the button on your pants. Danny grabbed your belt and ran over the material with the tips of his fingers.

"This might come in handy." He smirked before sliding what he could into his back pocket. The thought of being tied up or even whipped sent a shiver down your spine and another wave of heat to your core. You could feel your wetness soak your panties. You connected your lips again before you applied kisses to his jawline and made your way over to the side of his neck right by his ear.

"I have something better that you can use. Upstairs, yeah?" You whispered in his ear and he nodded, backing up so you could hop off the counter. You grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to your bedroom. As soon as you entered the bedroom you shut the door behind the both of you and turned on a lamp that gave enough light to illuminate the room to see the silhouettes of everything but not enough to make it blinding. It was the perfect mix. 

"So I have this box..." You reached under your bed and pulled out said box. You sat it on the bed and sat your hand over the top before you turned to Danny.

"I haven't used really anything in it and I kind of want to use it, if you're not comfortable I totally understand, I just figured I'd-"

"Get on the bed, hands up," Danny commanded and you looked at him in shock before following his instructions. You lay on the bed with your arms raised above your head. Danny looked through the box and grabbed a few things and sat them on the bed before he put the box back under the bed. He stripped himself of his pants, leaving himself in his boxers. He crawled over to you on the bed and all you could do was stare at the obvious bulge in his boxers. You could see the outline of him almost perfectly and you wanted nothing more than to just rip the material off of him.

"Eyes up here, darling." Danny tapped your chin and you looked into his chocolate eyes. You bit your lip and he smiled at how desperately you wanted him. 

"We're following my rules tonight, okay?" He raised a brow and you nodded.

"Yes, sir." 

"Fuck, I could get used to that. Say it again." Danny gripped your chin as you stared into his eyes and smirked.

"Yes, sir." You let out a soft moan just to get a rise out of him as you knew it was working. He pulled on the material of your pants and you lifted your hips to help get them off. Danny tossed them somewhere in the room and ran his fingers over your clothed heat. He grabbed one of the two items that rested on the bed. 

"So wet for me already. Should we take this off, hm?" He rubbed his fingers over your clit in a few small circles before unsnapping the buttons. He pulled the lacey body suit up your body and over your head, also tossing that somewhere. He held your wrists together as he wrapped a rope around them to bind them together.  He stared at your body, examining every little bit of you as he palmed himself through his boxers. 

"On your hands and knees for me, baby," Danny tapped your cheek and you did as you were told. You got onto your hands and knees, leaning your chest against the bed to arch your back as much as you could, laying your arms above your head. A moment later you felt cool leather being dragged across your back, over your ass, and across your pussy. It sent shivers down your spine but something was arousing about the soft feeling.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked, dragging the material across your body again. You shook your head and Danny slapped the material against your ass, causing you to moan.

"Words."

"No, sir."

"It's a flogger, a type of whip. Do you like how it feels?" He asked, dragging the material down your back again.

"Yes, sir." You truly enjoyed the soft feeling of the leather across your back. It was the anticipation that made it most arousing, not knowing if you were going to get spanked or if he was just going to toy with you. 

"I won't use it much more. It's a nice little introduction. I am, however, dying to taste you." Danny groaned and his dirty words made you drip.

"Please touch me," You begged and you heard him let out a quiet groan before his hands rested against your sides before he licked a bold stripe against your pussy causing you to moan. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he sucked and soothed over the bundle of nerves. You moaned into the pillows, gripping the sheets the best you could as he continued his attack. You felt one of his fingers toying with your entrance before he slowly slid one finger into you. He curved his finger and slowly pumped in and out of you.

"Fuck, more, please," You whined and he listened as he inserted another finger. His movements sped up and you screwed your eyes shut and moaned louder. The sounds of your wetness and moans filled the room as Danny groaned, sending vibrations against you. You could feel the familiar pit in your stomach begin to grow and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"Are you close, baby? I can feel you clenching around me." He began to rub fast circles against your clit and you moaned louder, screwing your eyes shut.

"Fuck, yes! Can I cum? Please?" You whimpered as you could feel yourself on the brink of spilling over.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." Danny moaned and attached his lips around you again as you released. You cried out as your high took over, already leaving you a mess. Your breathing was heavy as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

"God, you taste so sweet. On your back, love." Danny got off the bed as he stepped out of his boxers and you flipped over onto your back. You looked at him, noticing his length and your eyes widened. Danny crawled over the top of you before connecting his lips with yours. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue fight with his. You could taste yourself against his tongue but you didn't care.

"Can I?" Danny dragged his tip through your fold, collecting your arousal. 

"Please," You begged. You wanted nothing more other than him to fill you up completely. You knew his length was going to be a lot but you also knew it would be worth it.

Danny slowly slid into you, stretching you out. Danny pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and stilled inside of you, letting you get used to his length. He ran his thumb over your cheek a few times before you nodded your head signaling him to move. He slowly pulled almost completely out of you before pushing his hips forwards. His movements gradually got faster before he was hitting you in all of the right places. Your back arched and Danny leaned down with his arms on either side of your head. Your eyes closed as you let every part of him take over your sense.

"Look at me," Danny groaned and you opened your eyes, trying your hardest to keep your focus on him.

"Fuck, your cock is so big, I love the way you fuck me," You whimpered as Danny threw his head back.

"Shit, if you keep talking to me like that I won't last much longer," Danny came down and kissed you again, thrusting into you harder. You whimpered through the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. Danny quickly undid the rope around your wrists and your nails connected with his back as you raked them down from his brutal pace. Danny put his weight on one of his arms and moved the other one between you to rub your clit again. 

"Let me ride you, please," You begged as one of your hands came up to cup his face.

"Yeah? Pretty baby wants to ride my cock?" He questioned and you nodded as you whined. He grabbed your hip with one hand put the other on your lower back and flipped the two of you over. You began to grind your hips against him before bouncing up and down on him. Danny stared at you sliding in and out of him as you tossed your head back and grabbed your breasts, playing with your nipples. 

"Look at you, taking my dick so well," Danny praised before he grabbed onto your hips and began to throw his hips upward into you. A moan that was a borderline scream flew past your lips and you leaned forward, setting one of your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady and the other against your headboard. You could feel your second orgasm coming on and your eyes began to water from the stimulation.

"Harder," You gasped. He was already fucking you pretty hard but you just wanted every single piece of him. Danny held on in place as he continued his pace and he could feel you tightening around him. 

"Fuck, you're so tight," He moaned and you fell forward against his chest and whimpered in his ear before kissing his neck. You could taste the saltiness of his skin as you bit different places that you knew were bound to leave lilac marks. You pulled his earlobe between your teeth and whined in his ear which cause a quiet whimper to leave his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, Danny, I'm gonna cum again," You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood. 

"Shit, me too," He groaned and you pulled yourself off of him before flipping around and taking his cock into your mouth. He didn't have time to object but he didn't mind having your mouth around him.

"Holy fuck," He gasped as your lips wrapped around him, not expecting the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. He pulled your hips down over his face before sucking on your clit as you both moaned. You held him down your throat for a moment before coming up to take a gasp for air. You licked up his shaft before you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his dick to begin jerking him off. You could feel him twitch under your touch so you took him back into your mouth. A few seconds later you could feel the hot sticky spurts of him trail down the back of your throat, swallowing every bit of him. Your orgasm him seconds later as you moaned with his cock still in your mouth. Your legs began to shake and tears slid down your cheek from the overstimulation. You tried to pull away from him but he held your hips in place, continuing to lap his tongue over you to ride out your high. 

You rolled over off of him as you took in a few deep breaths to calm your heart rate. You both lay there for a minute in silence before Danny spoke up.

"Where is your bathroom, love?" You could tell he was out of breath.

"Right across the hall." You responded quietly as your eyes fluttered closed. You felt him get off the bed before walking out of the room. A few seconds later he came back into the room as you felt the bed dip down. You opened your eyes and noticed he had a damp rag in his hand. He ran the rag gently over your core cleaning you up and you felt your cheeks go red. You had never had anybody do any type of aftercare for you before.

Danny leaned over you and applied a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled the comforter back and patted the spot next to him. You crawled under the blanket and leaned against his chest. You could feel your eyes growing heavy and you knew you would end up falling asleep.

"Danny?" You spoke up, your voice was soft as you traced over the tattoo on his stomach. 

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly as he started running his fingers through your hair.

"I hope it's not a lot to ask, but," You paused not even sure if you should ask.

"What, baby?" He picked up on your worry and turned his head to look at you.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked quietly, not even sure if he could hear you. 

"Of course. I also hope it's not a lot to ask, but will you get breakfast with me in the morning?" You could hear the smile in his voice and you nodded your head and smiled against his chest.

"If you'd let me, I'd love to go through that box with you too," His voice was low and you looked up at him. You bit your lip and nodded your head as you felt your cheeks get hot. Danny leaned down a connected his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate, with no hurried movements or any sort of rush to it. He pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss to your nose before he leaned his head back. You rested your head against his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. The subtle thump slowly put you into a trance before you both drifted off to sleep. 

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It's Softie! Soft Ben! Random trivia time!

He's a runaway from home because of his abusive parents, but through a long battle, Marie and Adam eventually gained custody of him, now the adopted brother of Keith, Roxanne, and Bibi

He experiences panic and anxiety attacks every so often, but one of the family members is always there to help him through it, especially Sharky

Bibi likes to put stickers on him. He makes sure it stays on for the day. Roxanne also gave him the fake clip on piercing and hair highlight (btw not sure if I should have his hair be naturally blonde or naturally blue)

He wears the black undershirt to hide his scars. His family has seen them, so he feels comfortable enough to wear just a regular shirt at home, but feels the need to wear the black shirt outside, even if it's very hot

He carries his sketchbook everywhere. It's gonna take some time before he shows what he draws to others

It's difficult to keep up with Keith's energy, yet Ben seems to like the energy

Ben's sexuality is questionable, as he isn't sure what he is. It's something he's never focused on. For now, if he NEEDS a label, it's teetering between asexual and demisexual

[majoringinsarcasm]

OK SO NOT TO BE EVEN MORE DELUSIONAL if Bees don’t happen tomorrow it’s fine literally I’m not even worried bc I know it will this volume BUT LET ME GET UP ON THIS STEPLADDER TO REACH FOR A MINUTE (also for context I am getting the episode numbers from crunch roll I think they might’ve been slightly different originally on YouTube but it’s fine I’m already reaching)

Volume 1 Chapter 6: The Emerald Forest is when Blake and Yang locked eyes and became partners BEFORE they even joined a team. So in a world where team rwby never happened they would still be partners on another team. Also could be argued Blake picked Yang on purpose bc we see her dart by in the foreground. You know. Also side note but Yang asking the Grimm if they’ve seen a girl in a red hood vs Ruby asking Little if they’ve seen a girl with long blonde hair. Sisters, your honor.

Volume 2 Chapter 6: Burning the Candle. DO I EVEN NEED TO SAY MORE? Some could say it’s one of the defining moments of early series Blake and Yang, it’s so good you can just say the title and the ones who get it get it. Highlights are the laser pointer which I found personally fun, early volume humor I love you, hugging your sleep deprived stressed girl best friend and then saying you’ll save her a dance. Also shout out to shirtless Ren??? Forgot about that and Nora in the background pretending not to listen to him and Jaune talk lol. Also early volume Renora my BELOVED

Volume 3 Chapter 6: Fall is when the fake out leg break happens with Mercury which isn’t a Bees moment but that later sparks the conversation all the girls have about believing Yang really saw him attack first and Blake bringing up how this reminds her of Adam but deciding to trust in Yang anyway. Volumes four and five don’t have Bee moments tied to their respective chapter sixes.

However the bees are thinking about each other while they are apart, with Blake seeing Yang in Sun’s place when he’s attacked by Ilia plus Sun literally calling out that Yang would want Blake to be with her even when things are bad. And Yang’s “what if I needed her here for me?” when she and Weiss have their little heart to heart in V5.

Volume 6 Chapter 6: Alone in the Woods: a personal favorite of mine in general. They are at the farm, they are above the Apathy, Qrow gets his first big wake up call in terms of his alcoholism and how it affects his family. Yang grabs Blake by the hand to lead her out of the house even though she doesn’t really Need to and Weiss gets to torch the place because she also has a parental figure who struggles with drinking and it affects her. Love this episode a true banger.

Volume 7 Chapter 6: A Night Off: Blake and Yang are going dancing. Neither are very good at it and it’s very cute. Featuring a hand on the shoulder as Blake does her makeup and Yang sitting like a lesbian on the bed behind her and smiling as she does said makeup. Also Blake’s giggle she laughs at whatever Yang does. I love mutually down bad couples. Also Weiss watching half of her team be gay dorks and deciding to go to the movies with Oscar and Jaune bc she refuses to be a third wheel for another second. Highlight for me personally is the beginning when everyone is training I love shots like that I think it’s cute and fun and. I miss when they could act like this before. The Horrors truly set it. Also the beginnings of Ren semblance evolution and the Rosegarden crumb haha. Also Yang chasing after Blake and her shadows as they are fishing was also cute.

Volume 8 Chapter 6 is Cinder’s backstory but V8 does have the bee reunion face cradle and forehead touch as well as Yang’s conversation with Jaune that he mistakenly thinks is about Ruby, as well as Blake’s conversation with Nora about needing to know who you are outside of your relationship and how They don’t have to be all You are.

WHICH BRINGS US NOW TO VOLUME 9 CHAPTER 6. Not every cute or significant Bee moment is tied to chapter six and they have more than one movement to talk and have moments in each volume. I just had a lil breakthrough and wanted to check when they became partners and what chapter burning the candle was and went down a rabbit hole.

Again IF there’s no confession in like 10 hours do Not let the bad faith haters get you down. We are coming off a wild episode and I personally missed my boy Jaune so much and want to know what happened to him. We will see how all that plays out. But the evidence is there and has been for years and has been pointed out in universe so if it doesn’t happen it’s ok to be disappointed but please trust that it Will happen.

But if it DOES? No bigger bottles will be popped. We win either way; it just depends on when. See y’all on the other side!

[justmybookthots]

Love, Theoretically

4.25/5 stars

Technically, this is a reread. I was feeling low because of another book yesterday, and I really wanted a good pick-me-up before I spiralled into a slump. And given how much I freaking loved this book the first time (I read it a week or so after it first got published?), I was hoping it would do the trick. 

It did. I just finished rereading the entire thing a few hours ago. Oh my gosh. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is by the same woman who wrote my romcom archnemesis: Love Hypothesis. How do you go from writing… Adam Driver (Carlton? Ca… Something) to fucking Jack? (And yes, Ali needs to consider giving her male leads less basic white boy names. That said, Levi’s name wasn’t so basic. His personality though…)

Jack is my favourite Hazelwood hero by FAR. Of course, Hazelwood technically only has two distinguishable heroes, since Adam and Levi are just differently named versions of each other. My point is, Jack is… wonderful. He’s blonde—I’m partial to fair-haired male characters, okay? He’s calm. Humorous. Communicative. Understanding. Emotionally intelligent. Like, look at this: 

And to sum it up:

He wasn’t perfect, obviously, but I… My brain was short-circuiting at so many of his scenes, his actions, his easy banter, his sense of humour. There’s one scene where Elsie thinks they’re about to have sex, but she’s clearly too tired for it, and he just plays along:

I loved their banter, omg. Some parts, not so much, but most of it was hilarious. It isn’t only with Elsie; Jack’s exchanges with his grandmother were gold, too. Millicent Smith made me crack up in that singular scene when they had tea—I think she’s a phenomenal character.  It’s amusing and admirable how Jack could respond to and handle her eccentricities without batting an eyelid. 

I really wanted to give this a five stars. I really did. I still do. I mean, the first half of the book before Jack and Elsie got together is fantastic, and is possibly the highlight of the entire story. Hazelwood nailed the tension between both leads. Furthermore, I love the throughline of the story: Elsie suffers from chronic People Pleaser Disorder where she constantly plays different versions of herself to—you guessed it—please different people. She does this incessantly, not just when she fake-dates but in many aspects of her life. As someone who dislikes the fake dating trope, it’s nice to see that this trope is being tied to an ongoing character development arc. (It also helps that she isn’t fake-dating Jack. I’m so, so tired of fake-dating between two romantic leads.) Jack is privy to all this through observation, and he encourages her constantly to be nothing more than herself. 

This theme has, to be honest, been giving me some food for thought. I’m about to derail, but I do think women are societally expected (more so than their male counterparts) to be many different things. I don’t want to go too far in depth about it because this isn’t the place, but I remember (this is still going to be a bit out of left field, but this is my reading journal, so I’ll say what I want) reading somewhere that women are likelier to be better at masking autism than men. Simply put, I believe it’s because men can be themselves, whatever that may entail, and not have to apologise for it. It’s why I’m annoyed by male characters like Adam, or just the male “grump” archetype, because men rarely need to be polite. There’s almost no flak for them if they behave in a way that lacks any kind of grace.  

But if a woman behaves the same way, she’s simply put: a bitch.

Anyway. I digress. All I’ll say on this subject is that I really enjoyed the overarching theme regarding Elsie’s character growth. 

However, this is not a perfect book. There are some points that I don’t love:

The smut. This is the biggest issue. Jack is very giving, which is great, and he is BIG on consent, which is also great. I can’t put a finger on why I don’t love how the smut is written though. Whatever it is, it’s a me problem. Ali’s writing style for smut isn’t to my taste. It doesn’t feel very… sexy? The whole scene where Jack and Elsie made out and did something sexual for the first time was really awkward. I am a firm believer that consent CAN be written in an attractive way, but this was not it. 

Twilight is not it. I’m sorry, Elsie.

I do not understand why Jack is so muscular. Big, I get because that's genetic or whatever, but why muscular??? How is a nerd who spends his days in a lab getting that muscle tone? That allusion to him playing basketball in a gym on certain weekends is NOT enough.

The PDA between Jack and Elsie at George’s house near the end of the story made me cringe. Please stop. 

Adam’s cameo. Gag. I read this book to get away from Adam, not return to his presence.

Now. Going back to more things I did love, that I haven’t mentioned yet:

Jack and the article. No, not the one he wrote when he was seventeen. The fucking article he wrote at the end as penance was AMAZING

Elsie running back to him and falling apart and saying that he probably thought they’d broken up forever because of how she’d ignored him after their fight. To which he, very calmly, goes: Nope. Who said we broke up? I was giving you space, just as you asked me for. 

GEORGINA/GEORGE. Zero girl-on-girl hate in this book. I have to give Ali credit where it’s due; there is none of this in any of her books, if I’m not wrong. Instead of having Georgina, who “stole” Elsie’s job, be the stereotypical catty bitch, she turns out to be an amazing character who saves Elsie’s career. I love how the literary landscape of female characters has changed in recent years.

“Manuscript I’d love to finish” being called MILF is something I am claiming for myself. 

Never thought I’d say this two months ago, but I absolutely loved this book. Now my biggest question is: will this be an outlier in Hazelwood’s repertoire, or will she be ever-evolving into something new and better with future books? (Bad Boy of chess, though? Really?)

FINE. I’ll stick around to find out. 

- 16 Aug 2023

[crqelsummer]

(obligatory i cant draw wings comment)

with that out of the way! takami hitomi <3

i still havent even watched anything past the school festival but hitomi has a face now :D

other notes being that hitomi is one of gou's few coworkers that haven't gone missing as of late and no one's entirely sure of why. in reality its because gou is a little less homicidal than everyone gives him credit for and he also know if hitomi disappeared his whole operation would get busted (he is righteously aware the commission is two seconds from collapsing on him and if one of their precious legacies died, well he'd be in some deep shit for sure). hitomi respects him enough not to tell anyone of his allegiance with the fallen angels, though they butt heads a lot. she isn't amoral, she's just aware the hpsc is corrupt as fuck and wants to hit them where it hurts.

appearance notes! takes after keigo mostly, with blonde hair and white highlights here and there. when she was a baby she was born with red hair and it eventually lightened out. touya's glad about this. she does however have his eyes, which ends up being a problem later on for various reasons. she doesn't know her extended family, i imagine touya kept his distance after everything went down and with keigo by his side, they just chose to stay out of the limelight. when hitomi came around, this was even more important because they desperately wanted her to grow up safe.

her quirk is effectively keigo and touya's rolled into one. she has wings, she can use the feathers like darts and individually, can light them on fire. they burn into nothing after a while though, and she has to be careful not to light an entire wing on fire because they are just flammable enough to be a problem. shes also not actually fireproof either, which is another problem she chooses not to think about. she regens her wings a little faster than keigo does, but she keeps them small on purpose, easier to hide them.

while most people know about keigo being her father (as she was given his last name for obvious reasons) and its not as if shes properly underground, no one knows about touya's involvement. everything was done under a fake name when she was born. eventually gou puts two and two together and holds this over her head to keep her quiet about his business. eventually shes in too deep, but cant leave because shes an info leak.

shes also actually a massive sweetheart. the way she is around gou is one thing, she has begrudging respect for him, but the way she is around her dads is completely different. she loves them so so very much -- a lot of her rationale is because shes doing this for them.

[rodbei]

Ok ok ok fuck you, were starting it.

And by it, I mean this blog - the way I just yapped to myself for twenty minutes in the shower about what to say - and now I have no idea.

But I guess I should introduce myself - even though - holy fuck I'm tired of introductions, like Jesus, just this last week of school, it's just constant! "Hi!, Hello!" "What's your name and pronouns?!? Oh, how about fuck you and fuck this!!! :D" Like it's exhausting I do think that's more a me thing than a general thing, like "Hi, here I am, here you go, you can forget me now."

But either way, my name is Rodbei... because that's the normal way and I am trying my best not to dox myself, my pronouns are ??/!! in the way that I have no clue and do your best!

I am doing this because I am seventeen and I just moved out and this is probably a very important time in my life I'm supposed to look back on?? But regardless I can't remember shit for shit and I should write it down so here we go:

Today I had 3 alarms - 5:00, 5:30, and 6:00 because I have to bike to school at 7:30 and be there at 8:00 and it sucks? I mean it's okay but ughhh no one likes autumn Mondays. It was cold and I didn't want to get up, but today was a good day because I could eat breakfast (normally eating breakfast is nauseating and ends with throwing up in a trashcan). So chocolate "musli," banana, and coffee were my start this morning. Also watched Smallish Beans' newest video because I am actually five years old ffs.

I met up with... should I make fake names?? Fine, I guess, I'll introduce my best "school" friend... umm... umm Red?!??... I'm going to forget that but okay. Me and Red biked to school together; Red had an electric bike while I struggled on my normal one. It was nice though since the past week has just been (ok I'm at a mixed art school so half the time we're at a normal school and the other part we're at an art school) and this past week we've been at the art school. But I live literally 30 seconds away from that school so no biking, but honestly biking is nice... downhill - too bad my school school is at the top of a giant hill -

But otherwise, school was fine. Two new students, though, which doesn't really change anything because I am a loser with zero social ability. Like, I swear I have never felt so out of place at a freaking ART SCHOOL and I am normally the art kid. Like, WHAT. But two new students, an emo kid, and some blond girl. Maybe I'll talk to the emo kid, but he reminds me of people who are too cool to try to make friends. And I am the most AWKWARD person ever. Like, I don't know how I do it. It's like a talent where I just cannot do normal small talk.

That was the interesting part of school. Red went home early because they're stupid and always a little bit sick. We had 4 subjects: movie, English, history, and math. They all sucked apart from the movie one.

But, oh my freaking god, you would think the teachers know how to teach neurodivergent kids. But they still make us sit still for 50 minutes while they talk at a board. NO ONE IS UNDERSTANDING SHIT.

My lunch today was a ham and cheese sandwich, an apple, a cereal bar, and a Caprisun because I'm lazy.

After school, I raced home and ate some crappy noodles. Then I watched some Remadora bloopers because I realized I still had access to TT Patreon. YIPPE. That was the highlight of my day, I think. LMAO.

After that, Red called me, and we went shopping and made tomato soup. I bought bread forgetting I froze some earlier like an idiot, and I bought the amazing, the legendary, CANNED WHIPPED CREAM. I was never allowed to have that as a kid. YIPPE YIPPE YIPPE.

I cleaned Red's room because I'm built weird while they made us tomato soup. We ate on the floor, and I did the dishes like I always do.

Then I came back here and rotted on TikTok. Also, I planned with Monke because it's an inside joke that we could maybe go to a Girl in Red concert in two weeks. But we're both broke. YIPPE.

Also, there's a party Friday that I'm only scared to go to because I'm going alone. And I'm gonna go home this weekend and maybe watch a movie with, let's say, Monke and Bunny.

God, they would hate me for that.

Song of today is: "I Wanna Be Your Girl" by Girl in Red.

-Rodbei 16-09-2024