#he wished me good luck on my quiz (real)

[glare-a13]

welcome home is so neat i love you wally darling

[limjaeseven]

Love Me A Little

Pairing: Hongjoong x Mingi

Genre: Angst, s2l

Word Count: 2766

Summary: Hongjoong never really understood love. People had different stories of how it came but for everyone he knew, it stayed a while. For him, love was a fickle thing, a spark of passion fizzling out as fast as it started. He wasn’t happy about it, he wished he could love people the way they loved him, but it felt like that just wasn’t meant for him. That was, until Mingi came around.

Quiz Result: losing your passion and frantically trying to regain it - fever

Warnings: Implied smut, mental breakdowns

[a/n]: Here's my submission for @pirateeznet's first anniversary project! I veered plenty off the prompt but I still hope you enjoy. Thanks @daesukiii for helping me brainstorm this.

It wasn’t like Hongjoong didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want a long term lover, didn’t want a marriage with a suburban house with a white picket fence and 2.5 kids, it just didn’t happen to him.

He tried, god knows he tried, but liking someone for him was as easy as getting bored with them, meaning his relationships were enjoyable for a short while before he was staying just because he didn’t want to hurt his partner. He tried to be a good lover, but he couldn’t keep his heart in place for very long.

The line of his exes was long, most relationships ending with his boyfriends realising that he just didn’t feel the same way that they did. Maybe a lifetime’s worth of love wasn’t meant for him, he thought.

Finding people wasn't difficult for him, neither was making them stay. The same couldn't be said for his own heart. It made him want to stop looking for people altogether, but the loneliness was too crippling.

"I wish I'd never met you," Jongho had cried the day things ended.

Yunho had left without as much of a note, not that Hongjoong was surprised after the year and change they spent together.

Dating Yeosang was fun for about the first month, then it started getting bad, then progressively worse.

San and Wooyoung felt like but a distant memory, fun while it lasted. They had sought him out to join their relationship but all he did was remind him why they were better off together.

A sigh left Seonghwa's lips as he watched his best friend sulk in the corner of his cafe, at a table unofficially reserved for him. "Your dull face is going to drive all the customers away." He said as he placed Hongjoong's tea in front of him.

"Leave me alone, I'm grieving," Hongjoong muttered.

Seonghwa sat down in front of his friend and asked, "Grieving what, Joong? We've been over this so many times."

"I'm grieving my sorry ass." It had been months since San and Wooyoung broke up with him but it still stung somewhere deep down. He couldn't blame them, he would have done the same if he was in their place, but he didn't know how to fix things. "Am I just aro, Hwa?"

"You know that's a question only you can answer." Hongjoong groaned and covered his face with his hands. "If you're asking me if I think you're aro, then no. What you had with Yeonjun in high school felt too real to be anything short of love to me."

Hongjoong had to agree. Choi Yeonjun was the only person who Hongjoong had actually, legitimately loved in his life. They never dated, conservative school and all, but still, they shared something special. Once Hongjoong graduated, though, they naturally drifted apart and that was the end of it.

Sometimes he tries to psychoanalyse himself and wonders if that incident left him irrevocably scarred or something. But he didn’t really feel different. Maybe it was about finding the right person, he thought. But that made him feel worse because what were the chances that he’d find “the right one”?

He groaned into his tea, making Seonghwa ruffle his hair comfortingly before getting back to his work. Hongjoong just wanted to not be and feel alone, but he couldn’t tell if that was in his stars for him.

Mingi happened by a sheer stroke of luck. Hongjoong gets chills when he thinks about it, how easy it would have been for him to miss him entirely. Hongjoong had decided to take an impromptu vacation, taking a week off work and booking the first flight out of the country he could find.

It happened to be a ticket to Japan he could barely afford but he had had a terrible month at work and everything was just going wrong so he threw all his critical thinking skills out of the window and was left with eight hours to pack and no return ticket booked.

Despite the time and the immediacy of his plan, he almost missed his flight because he fell asleep in the middle of sorting out his clothes out while lounging on his bed. He hadn’t prebooked his seat so he got the only free one remaining on the flight, which happened to be between a teenager who wasn’t able to get a seat with his mother and an old man who was snoring loud enough for Hongjoong to still hear it through his headphones.

He wanted to curse his fate when a tall man came walking towards him, and for a moment Hongjoong felt frozen in place. The man was really attractive, like absurdly so. His seat also happened to be next to the teenager’s mother’s. He very politely agreed to swap seats with her son and there he was, sitting next to Hongjoong looking like he just walked off a runway.

“Can I help you?” Hongjoong had to take a second to realise he was shamelessly staring at the man next to him.

He shook his head and turned away, grabbing the book he’d stashed away in the seat pocket in front of him to occupy himself. He didn’t bother checking which book it was, just grabbed whatever was on top of his shelf as he was running out of his house. It happened to be his copy of ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’, a well loved one at that, with the spine broken in and the cover chewed up in the corners.

“Oscar Wilde? Good choice,” The man next to him commented.

Hongjoong let himself look at him again before responding, “Yeah I picked this up in high school and fell in love with it.” He reached his hand out to the man. “Hongjoong.”

“Mingi, pleasure to meet you.” The man replied, a bright smile breaking out on his face.

They talked non stop for the two hours of their flight. Things were so comfortable with Mingi. He was warm and immediately disarming. Hongjoong got a good laugh out of the facial expression Mingi made when he told him about how he landed up on that particular flight.

They had exchanged numbers and promises to meet each other over dinner by the time they had collected their bags and headed out to their respective hotels.

Mingi was in Japan on his dream trip, Hongjoong found out. He had originally planned it with his boyfriend but they ended up breaking up before it came to fruition but Mingi wasn’t going to let that get in the way of checking an important item off his bucket list.

“I could accompany you,” Hongjoong offered casually, “If you’d be okay with that, that is. It’s not like I have anything planned anyways.”

“I would love that,” Mingi said immediately. And so it was decided, a last minute vacation had turned into a sight seeing opportunity with an extremely hot man who not only was single, but also into men. Hongjoong knew it probably wasn’t the best idea to try flirt with Mingi not that long after his breakup, but he wouldn’t turn the man down if he wanted to try something,

And try they did. It took three days of them spending basically every waking moment together but they eventually got there. Mingi had invited Hongjoong back to his hotel after a day spent roaming around the fashion district of the city. They were planning to dine at the restaurant but given how exhausted they were, they ended up crashing on Mingi’s bed and ordered room service.

“Are you dating anyone?” Mingi asked out of nowhere, his eyes glued to the television playing some reality show they could barely understand the rules of.

Hongjoong turned to look at Mingi, his face lit by the glow of the screen, highlighting his features in a delectable way. “No,” He said.

“Anyone you like?”

“No.”

“Any on and offs? ‘Maybe-but-not-really?”

“No.”

Mingi took a deep breath before turning to Hongjoong, “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh my god just do it already.” They were rolling on the bed in a tangle of limbs within seconds, soft lips sharing passionate kisses. Hongjoong didn’t realise how much fun just kissing someone could be till Mingi.

Hongjoong didn’t go back to his own hotel that night.

The week felt like a dream that Hongjoong didn’t want to wake up from. Basking in Mingi’s glow felt like a slice of heaven he couldn’t let go of. But time ran out, and suddenly Hongjoong was hit with the reality that they had to go back to their lives, working cities apart with busy schedules and commitments that left them with little time for themselves.

He couldn’t get himself to ask Mingi what they were before leaving. They were supposed to leave on the same flight but Hongjoong had his pulled back last minute and he left without a word.

Hongjoong didn’t know what to do with himself on the flight back to Korea. He knew he was making a mistake, he knew he was running away from something that could maybe work for once, but he didn’t think he had it in him to find out. He was too scared to see something beautiful fall to ruin because his heart would eventually grow bored of that too, and he’d be back at square one, a lot more scarred and no less lonely.

For the next week straight he refused to go anywhere but to work or the local grocers. Seonghwa had to practically break his door down to get him to even say a word to him. “What is up with you, Joong?” He questioned, his voice accusatory. “You leave and come back without a word. I’ve been so worried about you. Couldn’t you have responded to my texts or heck, come to the cafe and showed your face so that I know you’re still alive instead of having to call your coworkers to check in on you?”

Hongjoong sat dazed on his sofa as Seonghwa shouted at him, his face impassive, barely registering that his friend was even there, much less what he was saying. “Hyung,” he said finally when Seonghwa stopped. “Hyung,” he repeated before breaking down in sobs.

He cried like he had never before. Seonghwa rushed to hold him tightly, rocking him gently as he tried to get Hongjoong to calm down but it wasn’t working. Hongjoong was a mess of tears, wails and panicked breaths, barely holding together.

“I’m so scared, hyung,” he muttered over and over again, his voice coming out in a wet warble. Seonghwa held onto Hongjoong tighter, whispering reassurances into his ears. It took a long time for his breathing to even out and his tears to stop but eventually he was lulled into an uneasy rest.

“You should call him, you know?” Seonghwa told him the next morning over breakfast. Hongjoong had broken down once more when he woke up and finally spilled everything.

“I just can’t. He didn’t try to contact me either, and I honestly don’t blame him.”

“The longer you wait, the harder it will get.”

Hongjoong paced around the kitchen, hands wringing nervously, “Hyung, he’s perfect. I can’t watch myself falling out of love with him. Not for him and not for me.”

“Then don’t,” Seonghwa said simply. “Don’t fall out of love with him. Try with everything you have in you. If it still happens, then that’s just what fate has in store for you. But to let go of something so precious for an outcome you don’t know for sure will happen, what a waste.”

Hongjoong didn’t know what to say to that. He stared at his phone as Seonghwa left. A picture of Mingi at one of the shrines they visited together stared back at him. He reached over to turn the screen off.

A week turned into two, then three, and before Hongjoong knew it had been over two months since he’d been back from the trip. He was sure Mingi had forgotten all about him by now. That was at least his hope, because he knew it was more likely that he hated Hongjoong with every fibre of his being for what he did to him.

He was in the middle of walking home when he crossed a boutique with a display of clothes that reminded him a lot of the way Mingi dressed. Stopping in front of the store window, he gazed over the mannequins, memories of their time together flashing in his mind.

The way Mingi had walked around the town in a loud shirt that Hongjoong had happily ripped off his body in the comfort of the new hotel room they had gotten together. He remembered the way Mingi had smiled when Hongjoong took more pictures of him than of the places they were visiting and how those smiles turned warmer when it was just the two of them curled together in their bed, their faces a mere breath away.

On impulse he stepped inside the shop. The counter was empty, the door behind it slightly ajar. Hongjoong found a rack of belts and felt the leather between his fingers. The image of him hastily unbuckling one from Mingi’s waist and throwing away crept on him that he didn’t notice someone step out of the open door and stand behind him.

“How can I help you, sir?” A familiar voice asked and Hongjoong felt his entire body seize up. He couldn’t get himself to move or say a word. “Are you okay, sir?” Mingi’s deep voice asked, and Hongjoong couldn’t muster even a sound as Mingi walked around to face him.

The shock on his face when he recognised Hongjoong was comical. He looked like he had seen a ghost, his lips parted and his voice caught in his throat.

“Mingi,” Hongjoong finally managed to say. And just like that the floodgates fell open. “Mingi, Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” he chanted, unable to stop himself.

He could barely remember what happened but next thing he knew, Mingi had him wrapped ina crushing hug. “Why did it take so long?” He heard Mingi ask. Hongjoong just held onto him tighter, too afraid to let go.

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Mingi smiled, taking Hongjoong’s hand into his own, running his thumb over his knuckles.

“No offence but I didn’t expect someone who booked and almost missed a flight to a random country in less than eight hours to be the most well adjusted person out there.” Hongjoong wanted to protest what Mingi was saying but he knew there was no point. “A part of me knew I’d wake up in that bed alone. It also knew that if I tried to get in touch with you, you’d just shut down. So all I could do was wait.”

“But I was so terrible to you, weren’t you hurt?”

“Oh I was plenty hurt, right after my ex too, but I wasn’t mad. I just couldn’t find it in me to be angry with you.”

Hongjoong raised Mingi’s hand to his lips almost reverently and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “I don’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“I don’t care what you deserve or not, Hongjoong. I want you, if you want me too.” Mingi looked at Hongjoong with such a burning passion that he couldn’t help but speak his heart.

“I want you so bad, Mingi. With every fibre of my being,” he said. “Every time I look at you I had to remind myself that I’m not dreaming. I just wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you again.”

“I wouldn’t forgive you either, and it would hurt me a lot if you rejected me right now. So just say yes. What has to happen will happen. Don’t let that stop you from being happy.”

Hongjoong closed his eyes and let himself wash away all his worries in the wave of Mingi’s presence. “Yes, a thousand times over.”

[copper-russell]

Tuesday, November 26 — Character #Inspo

Disclaimer: I am bad at articulating my #inspo. Some of these I took from that personality quiz, some I did for vibes. Yes I did an extra one to make the gif set even. It makes sense to ME. If you don't see my vision then idk what to tell you anyhow on with the show~

Derek Shepherd

"Yes or no. In or out. Up or down. Live or die. Hero or coward. Fight or give in. I’ll say it again to make sure you hear me. The human life is made up of choices. Live or die. That’s the important choice. And it’s not always in our hands."

Yes yes McDreamy charming whatever that is actually not why Derek is here! Whilst Derek Shepherd as a whole is truly a hot mess of a character (affectionate), it's more his intelligence, confidence and how driven he is that I see in Copper. Particularly looking at a medical perspective I think Derek does encapsulate a lot of Copper's approach to patient care, namely doing the most you can, and the best you can (and by extention, being the best you can be).

Atticus Finch

“I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.”

Listen I think if/when Copper becomes a dad there is a high probability that he is simply going to become Atticus Finch and that's why he makes the list. He has his professional life where he's held in high esteem, but he also doesn't neglect his personal life. He's mature, he's level-headed, and he's very perceptive, all of which I see in Copper too.

Peter Parker but specifically PS4 Peter Parker

"Love the optimism. But in my experience, when it looks bad, it's usually worse."

I know what you're thinking you're thinking ok. Why the playstation version. Surely every spider-man is spider-man. And that's true! But PS4 Peter Parker speaks to Copper more in my opinion because he's a little older than your traditional representation of Spider-Man (he's 25, truly ancient) and so he comes across as being a little more world-wise and honestly world-weary than other Spider-Men. The reason why I'm so drawn to Peter Parker with Copper though is truly that idea of a local hero. He isn't flashy, he isn't really anything special, he's just a guy doing his best to protect his neighbourhood, and that's very much the idea I have for Copper. Also, y'know. The snark.

Lucius Verus

"The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to come back from hell and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies."

Baby has a new hyper-fixation okay leave me alone. No spoilers for anyone worried about that though I doubt anyone is lmao anyway~ Again with Lucius though the reason why I see aspects of him when I'm writing Copper is the tenacity. Copper isn't the type of guy to give up lightly and whatever life throws at him he's going to take it and he's going to deal with it, and do the best he can. It's also that idea of accepting your fate when you thought your life was going to go a different way which Copper has done a good few times over now.

Matthew Crawley

"You have shown me I’ve been living in a dream, and it’s time to return to real life. Wish me luck with it, Mary."

Matthew is just so practical and down to earth and that is why he's here on this list because that is very much something I see in Copper. That's literally it honestly

Dina

"You go, I go. End of story."

I could say Dina is on here because she's outgoing and flirty and funny but truly and honestly she is here because of how deeply she loves. Dina is a people-person and she cares so much about the people in her life, going as far as to try and give Ellie her gas mask when Ellie's breaks, and it's that depth of feeling that got her included here

[lemoncrushh]

Out of Bounds - Chapter 34

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"I got a job!" I told Harry Tuesday afternoon on the phone. I knew he was getting ready to head out the door for work, so I wanted to catch him.

"That's great!" he exclaimed. "When do you start?"

"Tomorrow. They need someone right away, but they're wiling to take me half a day until school's out."

"Wonderful. I'm so happy for you, love."

"Thanks," I beamed.

On Monday I had gone to the temp agency to speak with a woman there about possible job placement. She sent me on an interview on Tuesday after school with a small real estate office. I felt like the interview had gone well, and by four o'clock I'd gotten the call that I had the job. I was so incredibly relieved.

"I'm off tomorrow so when you get home, I'll take you out to celebrate," said Harry. "Our Japanese restaurant if you'd like."

"Yes, I'd like that," I replied.

Soon after I hung up the phone, Penny arrived home. I told her the good news as soon as she walked through the door.

"Oh, I'm so happy for you, baby doll," she expressed as she embraced me in a tight hug. "I knew things would work out for you."

"Thanks, Penny."

"So here's the plan," she said as she set her purse on the kitchen counter. "My band has a gig on Saturday, the 20th. I'd love for you and Harry to come. And I was thinking we could sort of celebrate Christmas together before Zack and I leave for his parents' the next day."

"That sounds like fun," I smiled.

Penny narrowed her eyes and sucked in her lips as though she was afraid to say the next thing.

"I thought we could exchange gifts," she said hesitantly.

"That's fine," I nodded.

"Are you sure? We don't have to, Tisa. I know you're kind of watching your money right now."

"It's fine," I repeated. "No problem."

"Perhaps we should set a limit?" Penny offered. "Say, twenty-five dollars?"

I felt my shoulders relax. "That's a good idea."

"Okay," Penny grinned. "Good."

I cooked dinner that night for Penny and me, and then we watched a little television before heading to bed. Tomorrow was a big day.

And a big day it was indeed. Jacobson popped a quiz on us that I had not been prepared for, but I suppose that's why they call it a pop quiz. I left the classroom feeling like I had a 50/50 chance of passing it. Harry kissed me goodbye, wishing me luck on my first day on the job before heading to his next class. The temperature had dropped tremendously over the last week, so I pulled my hood over my head and walked to the snack bar for some hot cocoa.

English class was almost as bad as History. No pop quiz, but Professor Lloyd had us write a trial paper of sorts about our last book. Unfortunately I wasn't fully caught up on it yet, so I couldn't write as much as I would have liked. But luckily it wasn't for a grade.

Already feeling unnerved about the day's events, I stopped at Penny's to have a quick lunch before heading to work. There was something else that was weighing on my mind, but I pushed it aside so that I may clear my head for my new job.

All of my nerves and anguish washed away when I walked into the small office. The lovely woman with whom I had interviewed named Geraldine greeted me, immediately showing me to my desk. She showed me the basics, which I already knew, but I enjoyed listening to her speak. She then ushered me through the office, introducing me to everyone including two of the lead real estate agents (the third was out of the office), an older woman from the accounting department, and the IT guy. Then we stopped into the break room where she offered me some coffee. I poured myself a cup before returning to the reception desk.

My afternoon went by fairly quickly, and before I knew it, it was time to go home. Everyone waved goodbye to me on their way out, and then Geraldine showed me how to switch the phone to night mode, turn out the lights and lock the doors. I followed her out to the parking lot where she patted me on the back and said she'd see me the next day.

Penny happened to be climbing the stairs to her apartment just as I was. She giggled when she saw me, our coming home together a first.

"How'd it go?" she inquired.

"Great," I nodded. "Very pleasant."

"Good! That's just what you need."

I wasn't in the door ten minutes when my phone rang.

"How was your first day?" asked Harry when I answered.

I chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I said. "I just got finished telling Penny. I guess it just feels great to have people care about me."

"Well, of course we do," Harry conveyed with a smile in his voice. "So I take it it went well."

"Yes, very well."

Before we hung up, Harry said he was on his way to pick me up so we could go to dinner. I knew I needed to talk to him about the thing that was bothering me. And I couldn't put it off.

"So Penny asked if we could get together on the 20th," I said as I spread wasabi on my sushi. "To see her band play and exchange gifts."

Harry nodded, taking a sip of tea.

"Yeah, Zack mentioned that. I'm off that night so it sounds good to me."

"Okay. Did he mention the price limit?"

"There's a price limit?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Well...yeah..." I paused. "Twenty-five dollars. But I think it was more for my benefit because Penny knows I can't spend very much."

"Tisa, you don't have to get me anything," said Harry. "You don't have to get any of us anything."

"But I want to," I muttered.

Harry smiled softly, reaching his hand across the table to cover mine.

"I know. I'm just saying you don't have to. Especially if it puts you in a bind."

I swallowed hard before releasing my hand from his grasp and placing it in my lap.

"Speaking of that..." I hesitated. "I need to ask you something."

Harry sat up and looked at me intently. "Sure."

"Um...well...I hate to ask you for a favor. But my car payment is due the fifteenth. That's Monday. And with me just starting this job -"

"Of course, Tisa," Harry interrupted. "I told you anything you need, I can help you with."

My shoulders dropped. "I promise, it's just until I get my paycheck, and then I can pay you back."

He held up his hands. "No worries. It's totally fine."

"Thanks."

"Tisa," said Harry, crossing his arms in front of him on the table, "there's something I haven't told you. Not because I was keeping it a secret, it just never really came up or I just didn't think it was important."

I furrowed my eyebrows as he leaned forward.

"I have money. I'm not wealthy by any means, but I....have enough to live on for now. When I was born, both my parents and my grandparents set up savings accounts for me. By the time I turned eighteen, both were substantial amounts, particularly my grandparents' because they had started putting in double the amount before they passed away. When they did pass away, I was left a lot of money from them. I got half when I turned eighteen, and I get the other half when I turn twenty-one."

"Wow," I whispered.

"Yeah. I mean, just to give you an idea, my parents' savings account alone pays for my college. All of it, including books."

"Damn," I muttered. "Then...what about your job?"

Harry shrugged. "I work at Mikado's because it's the right thing to do. I'm not going to be living off of my grandparents my whole life. My paycheck pays my rent and some of my other bills. But I do have that savings that I can use if I need it."

I pursed my lips. "And now you're giving some to me."

"Yes," he nodded. "Because you need it. And I'm in the position to help you."

"And take care of me," I said under my breath.

"What?"

I shook my head. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I love you, Tisa."

I smiled as I grabbed my water glass. "I love you, too."

The rest of the week went well. No more pop quizzes, and I was able to catch up on my reading for Lloyd. My job was going great so far, and I felt like I would continue liking it there.

Harry was off on Friday, and mostly because I was exhausted, we decided to do a little switcheroo. Penny stayed with Zack, and Harry came and stayed with me. I felt a little guilty making him sleep on the pull-out sofa bed with me, but he assured me he didn't mind and honestly, I would have felt weird using Penny's bed. By nine o'clock I was so tired, so we just laid on the bed and watched television until I dozed off. I didn't even know when Harry had turned off the TV or the lamp, and the next thing I knew he was in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

I got up and used the restroom, then I walked into the kitchen behind him, wrapping my arms around him.

"Mmm," I sighed, resting my hands on his bare torso. "Good morning."

"Morning," Harry replied, his voice still raspy from sleep.

"Whatcha making?" I asked, peeking around him.

"Pancakes."

"Yum!" I exclaimed as I watched him flip one in the pan. "I haven't had pancakes in forever."

"Here you go then," said Harry, adding the one he'd just finished to a pile already made on a plate. "Enjoy. Your coffee's ready too."

I grinned at him as I grabbed a fork from the drawer and took the plate to the table. Then I took a mug down from the cupboard and poured myself some coffee. When I sat down, I dropped slaps of butter on each layer of pancakes before nearly drowning them in syrup. Harry then joined me at the table, doing the same to his pancakes.

I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the savory delight.

"Good?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Delicious!" I said my mouth full. "Thank you, baby."

Harry leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "You're welcome."

"How come you're so good to me?" I asked when I swallowed.

Harry chuckled, an confused smirk on his face.

"What do you mean? You're my girlfriend. I love you. I enjoy making you happy."

I bit my lip, suddenly regretting my words.

"I know. I'm sorry. I appreciate it."

Harry sat back and continued eating, though I could tell his body had not relaxed. Finally, after a few minutes he spoke again.

"Please don't ever doubt my love for you," he said.

"Oh, no, baby, I'm not," I shook my head. "I didn't mean it that way, I'm sorry."

"And please don't ever feel like you don't deserve to be treated right," he added. "Because you do."

My face softened into a smile as I nodded. "Okay."

The rest of breakfast was light and pleasant, though I couldn't shake the feeling that I had ruined it. I did not doubt Harry's love for me. He showed it tenfold daily. I supposed his second statement was somewhat true, however. Not that I felt like I didn't deserve to be treated well. But I'd gotten so used to being taken care of, a part of me was curious what it was like not to. It was all so backwards and twisted, and I shook my head, trying to rid my brain of such thoughts.

It was the last week of school before the Christmas holidays. Finals week. And my final week. It felt a bit surreal, and also bittersweet. I was glad that I had been able to complete a semester of college, and despite a rocky start in English and having missed practically a week of school from my illness, it looked as though I would reach my goal of making all A's. But even though I was proud of my efforts, it seemed to me that it was all in vain since I wouldn't be able to continue classes the next semester.

Harry did his best to try to assure me it had still all been worth it, even without reminding me that it was because of school that we'd met in the first place. Of course I was grateful for that, and I couldn't shake the solemn feeling that had I not signed up for fall classes, I'd probably still be living with James in a sexless marriage, with no knowledge of him cheating on me. Still, knowing that I wouldn't be returning to school left me with an emptiness inside.

One fortunate thing about it all, a silver lining I liked to call it, was that I would be able to work full-time at my new job and start earning the money I so desperately needed. Taking steps toward independence was what I wanted most, and a major part of what was going to get me through my divorce.

Thursday morning after our Sociology final and Crawford wishing us all Happy Holidays, I was zipping up my backpack when I heard the faint sound of my name being spoken behind me. I turned around to see Charice standing there, an intimidated look on her face. I quickly gazed around the room, surprised she wasn't with her ever present friend Leslie, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Hi," I said softly.

Charice sucked in her lips and pulled the straps of her backpack tightly around her shoulders.

"Um..." she stumbled, "I just...wanted to apologize. You know, for the whole Britney thing."

I raised my eyebrows. "Not your fault."

"I know...but...it's just...she was kind of my friend. Actually, not really my friend. More like a friend of a friend." Charice shook her head. "Anyway, I was mean and I see now it was uncalled for. I'm sorry."

I blinked. "Well...okay. Thanks."

Charice gave a nervous smile and nodded toward Harry who was standing behind me.

"Sorry," she muttered again.

With that, she turned for the door. I glanced back at Harry who mimicked my shrug. We walked together out of class, stopping for the last time at our fork in the sidewalk. I swallowed hard, remembering many other times we said goodbye at this very spot. I remembered the time I wanted him to kiss me, the time he skipped his next class so he could drive me to that clearing to have sex in his car, and the day he'd told me in class that he'd professed to Zack that he was falling in love with me and I'd felt so nervous, confused and elated when I'd kissed him on the cheek. One more day of school left - my History and English finals - but this would be the last time I'd make the journey to this spot.

I felt Harry squeeze my hands, obviously recognizing that I was deep in thought.

"You okay?" I heard him ask.

"Yeah," I nodded, looking up at his face. Then I let go of his hands and wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug. "I really love you," I breathed into his chest.

I heard him sigh as he ran a hand through my hair. Then he clipped my chin with his finger to look up at him again.

"I really love you too."

He then kissed me softy before leaving for the Science building. As I turned toward the parking lot, I caught sight of Charice again, her face lit up with a pretty smile. She hesitantly lifted a hand to wave, and just as I waved back, Liz walked up next to her, noticed me as well, and gave her own generous wave.

School was over. The History final was either extremely easy, or I'd just studied so well that it seemed like it was. Professor Jacobson graded them as we turned them in, and I got an A as did Harry. Jacobson grinned at us as we left the classroom, wishing us the best and a Merry Christmas. Professor Lloyd's final was an essay on the last book we'd read, and although she hadn't graded them yet, I felt like I'd done well.

Harry had to work Friday night, and though he'd invited me to come up to Mikado's, I told him I had to pass. Now that I was working too, I was tired much earlier than usual and my body and brain weren't quite used to my new schedule just yet.

Saturday afternoon Penny and I arrived at Zack & Harry's, ready for our Christmas festivities, gifts in hand, except for my present to Harry which of course I was saving for Christmas day. I'd ended up finding him a vintage Rolling Stones shirt on ebay for a good deal that didn't blow my budget. For Zack I got a set of Cards Against Humanity, and I got Penny a pretty makeup palette.

Because Zack and Penny were going to be leaving the next day, I figured it would have been odd for me to stay alone at Penny's apartment, so I brought enough clothes with me to stay with Harry for the week. Although he tried not to show it, I could tell he was beyond happy. I hadn't made a decision yet about moving in with him, so I kind of thought this would be the next best thing - a trial move-in so to speak.

After a nice early dinner, which included nearly two bottles of wine, we gathered in the living room to open presents. Penny insisted everyone open hers first.

"Penny!" I exclaimed as I pulled the velvety material out of the gift bag. It was a beautiful chenille throw in a deep shade of purple. It was so soft, I immediately held it to my cheek.

"Do you like it?" she asked, on the edge of her seat.

"Yes!" I threw it around my shoulders, cuddling close to Harry so he could feel it. He grinned at me and kissed me on my cheek. "Thank you, Penny," I told her.

"You're welcome."

Zack gave me a great coffee mug with my name on it, and some delicious smelling gourmet coffee. I thanked him as well and gave both him and Penny tight hugs and kisses.

"I hate that I have to miss seeing you two exchange gifts," Penny pouted when everyone else had opened their presents.

I eyed her because she knew what I'd gotten Harry. But I also wondered if she knew what he'd gotten me. I had to admit that I was both anxious and nervous to open his gift. I hoped he hadn't gotten me something extravagant, but knowing his financial situation I knew there was a possibility he had.

"I guess you'll just have to see when you get back," I smirked as I stood up from the sofa.

I excused myself to go to the restroom before we headed out to the bar to see Penny's band. I was already feeling the effects of the wine, but I knew we still had a long night ahead of us. Her band still had to set up and Penny had told us we didn't have to come as early, but we all insisted it was fine because we wanted to go together. We would just sit and have drinks before the band played.

"Harry!" I heard Penny exclaim as soon as I opened the bathroom door. "Are you going to ask her to marry you?"

"Shhh!" Harry sounded. "Keep your voice down."

I quickly stepped back and pulled the door, leaving it open just a crack. I could feel my pulse racing and my heart beating so loudly I was sure they could hear it in the other room.

"Is that what you want, man?" Zack inquired.

I didn't hear Harry's voice reply, but instead Penny piped up again. "More importantly, are you sure that's what Tisa wants?"

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

"I mean, she's been through a lot. Her divorce isn't even final yet. Maybe she just wants to get her own life together before merging with someone else's."

I felt myself nodding in agreement at Penny's words. I loved Harry so much. But I wasn't ready to get married again. I hadn't even given him an answer to our moving in together yet, and he was planning on proposing? The idea made me very uneasy.

"I know I want her," I heard Harry declare. "I want to be with her. I want to take care of her."

"Maybe she doesn't need someone to take care of her," Penny commented.

If I hadn't been trying to hide behind the bathroom door, I would have run out and hugged Penny. She knew exactly how I felt. Instead, I stood frozen in the bathroom, waiting to hear Harry's next words.

"You don't think I should?" he asked meekly.

"I don't know, man," said Zack. "Maybe wait til her divorce is final?"

"But that's a month away," Harry argued.

"Listen, baby doll," Penny began. I caught a glimpse of her walking across the room through the crack of the door. "Tisa loves you. I know that, as sure as the sun does shine. But try to put yourself in her shoes. She's been in a dead-end marriage for a long time. This is the first time she's been on her own, gotten to be her own person."

"I know," agreed Harry. "I understand that."

"Do you really?" Silence filled the room until Penny continued with a sigh. "Look, I can't tell you what to do. And I can't tell you what Tisa will say. She might say yes. Just...keep in mind that this isn't easy for her."

"I don't want anything to be difficult for her, Penny," said Harry. "I want her to have everything she deserves."

Deciding I'd heard enough, I cleared my throat and stepped out of the bathroom. Penny gave me a nervous look before breaking into a soft smile.

"Ready?"

"Yep," I nodded, grabbing my jacket.

I followed everyone outside and got into Harry's car. Other than the sound of the radio, we drove silently for a while. After a couple of songs, Harry looked over at me and grabbed my hand. I wondered if he knew that I'd overheard their conversation, but concluded that he most likely didn't and was only contemplating his own worry in his head. He lifted my hand and kissed my fingers, giving me a grin. I returned his smile and sat back in the seat. It would do no good to worry about this tonight when we were going out to have a good time with friends.

Penny had been right about everything. But the comment she was the most correct about was that I loved Harry. Did not wanting to marry him mean I didn't love him as much as he loved me?

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Lolly & Golly

Lulu: He’s mine

Dolly: What are you talking about?

Lulu: Oh please, you think I don’t know every thought that boy has, or could ever have, before it’s even close to being fully formed

Dolly: I’d hardly consider that something to brag about

Lulu: & yet here you are perfectly willing to accept his half-baked advances, so, I’m warning you

Dolly: How uncharacteristically considerate of you

Lulu: You don’t have the monopoly on out of character acts, charitable or otherwise

Dolly: He’s not yours, he never has been because we both had to go out with him, at your insistence 

Dolly: You want to change that now, you know he won’t stick around

Lulu: You changed it, by walking away to fraternise with the teaching staff, bad luck, it was [him] who couldn’t get away fast enough

Dolly: It was a crime, Lulu

Lulu: Call it what you want with the benefit of hindsight, darling, I hope it helps spare your 😳💀 truly

Dolly: The only one 😳💀 is our mother, you wish I cared half as much as you do

Lulu: But what else is new?

Lulu: I only have one wish now as far as you’re concerned, stay away from Gabe

Dolly: Why would I do anything for you, when everything you do is actively against me?

Lulu: It isn’t for me, silly

Lulu: If the alleged trauma hasn’t left you with special needs, you’ll do it for your own sake

Lulu: because you may think yourself hard done by already, but you really don’t know the half of it, or want to put me to the test

Dolly: You’re so transparent, my God

Lulu: What a relief, I’m trying to make myself super clear 😊

Dolly: The panicked grasp for control is crystal

Lulu: Panic, no

Lulu: people get terribly calm before they do wicked things, ask mummy about her latest cry for help

Dolly: I try to avoid all contact, which they thankfully make very easy on the whole

Lulu: It’s fine, she’s not the right person to quiz anyway, she doesn’t have my resolve

Dolly: You can channel all that resolve into keeping him then, can’t you

Lulu: Absolutely, you abandoned him, I didn’t

Dolly: We got pulled out of [your old school]

Lulu: You cheated long before that

Dolly: I don’t know why you’re acting as if you’re in love with him now when I know you’re not and so does he

Lulu: It’s laughable you would even use the word

Dolly: I’m not the one pretending, badly

Dolly: We’re so obviously incapable, he didn’t need to come to our empty home to find that out

Lulu: Nor am I, he knows where he stands, not that it’s any of your business how I do or don’t act

Dolly: Unlike you, I really don’t care what you’re up to in the bedroom

Lulu: I’m entitled to care when you invite him into yours at grandma’s

Dolly: No, you’re not, not when it comes to me

Dolly: if you thought you were monogamous, bring it up with him, good luck when you’re the one who set everything up to be shared

Lulu: Sharing him with whichever girls on [his uni] campus he has a passing interest in is one thing, you trying to steal him from me is quite another

Dolly: Get a real boyfriend, it’s clearly what you need

Lulu: No, it clearly isn’t

Dolly: You haven’t shaped him into what you want yet, you’re not going to now

Lulu: The shape of him is irrelevant to this convo

Dolly: This convo is irrelevant 

Dolly: What are you trying to achieve?

Lulu: I told you, if you leave me with nothing, well, of course, I’ll have nothing to lose

Dolly: Join the club

Lulu: I’m not welcome, it’s very much your entire point

Dolly: I’m the one who brought him over to make you feel unwelcome in your own home, oh wait, that was you

Lulu: You started this, don’t get that twisted

Dolly: It’s the one thing I can be proud of, breaking that chain

Dolly: You’re not ready to accept how wrong it all was, your part in it

Lulu: You can’t break it, that’s a fantasy, bordering on a delusion much like the rest of what you’re saying

Dolly: The fantasy is that our family is one, that anything healthy has grown from them

Dolly: It’s over, all of it

Lulu: Never, even if I die, or kill both of you for betraying me

Dolly: Betraying you

Lulu: Becoming a habit of yours

Dolly: You need deprogramming or something

Dolly: I don’t know how to talk to you, do you hear yourself?

Lulu: Do you hear me? It’s over how & when I decide, it isn’t up to you

Dolly: No one is playing your games anymore

Lulu: This isn’t a game anymore

Dolly: I’m not scared of you anymore, you’re just deeply disturbed, I’d feel sorry for you if I could bring myself to have that level of empathy 

Lulu: I am? 😅  You’re emotionless, you should be studied

Dolly: I know that having our parents and you as a sister has fucked me up, am I not playing the victim and playing up, in your own words

Dolly: you need to deal with the reality of our situation instead of placating yourself with revenge fantasies 

Lulu: The reality of the situation you caused & refuse to apologise for is something I’m having to deal with

Dolly: The reality of having parents that neglect us most of the time, then narcissistically abuse us when they aren’t, in her case

Dolly: You thinking it’s about anything else is the problem

Lulu: How exactly is that a problem for you, Dolly? You have grandma & grandpa, they’re so wrapped around your little finger it would be my fault somehow you slept with MY boyfriend under their roof

Lulu: I have nowhere but that empty house you mentioned, because guess what, I can’t even board at school now, thanks to you

Dolly: He’s not your boyfriend

Lulu: You would focus on the least important part of what I just said

Dolly: Because they’re your grandparents too, if you wanted a better relationship, you could have one

Lulu: They hate me, that relationship’s poisoned, you poisoned it

Dolly: They do not hate you, they’re not mum and dad

Lulu: They’ve been taken in by your lies & taken your side

Dolly: What lies?

Lulu: I’m not the villain

Dolly: I don’t talk about you

Lulu: Silence is a condemnation here, you don’t leap to my defence, you never have

Dolly: Grandma and Grandpa do not bitch about you, that’s an insanely paranoid thing to think

Lulu: I’ve literally heard them

Dolly: They worry about you, you conflate the two

Lulu: They think I’m a worse version of her

Dolly: It’s too late to help her

Lulu: It’s too late for me, they’ll be thrilled to be correct in mummy & I having something in common

Dolly: It isn’t

Lulu: You’ve given me no choice

Lulu: ruined my life, wrecked everything that mattered

Dolly: Look, if it wasn’t for them caring more about appearances, you could have stayed there

Dolly: that wasn’t my decision

Lulu: You decided I’m an albatross around your neck

Dolly: You harp on what I did to you, like that wasn’t a reaction to how you treated me for the first [however many] years of my life

Lulu: Like you didn’t love having me as a scapegoat, you didn’t once have to take any responsibility because you didn’t make a single decision, all of them were mine

Dolly: Which is what you wanted

Lulu: You needed me, if I hadn’t stepped in where do you suppose you’d be? Even stranger than we are

Dolly: I will literally never get to know, you didn’t give me the choice, the luxury 

Dolly: There’s no way for us to be stranger

Lulu: I gave you every luxury, we ran that school, we had total freedom

Dolly: What an entirely meaningless thing for you to base your self-worth on

Dolly: We only had 2 years left anyway, then what, you still lose your whole personality when you enter the real world

Lulu: Then we would’ve had actual freedom, away from mummy & daddy

Dolly: That’s how it is now

Lulu: But it isn’t, there’s no we now, you’ve separated us

Lulu: & in your selfish desperation to do that, you’ve brought me back to her

Dolly: You want that, you always have, no one has made you react like this

Lulu: You broke my heart, I don’t know how else to react! I’m sorry I can’t tailor this suffering to become a perfectly executed fuck you to our mother, I haven’t quite reached that level of psychopathy, I’m afraid 

Dolly: I can’t fake it anymore

Lulu: You shouldn’t have to, I’m your sister

Dolly: You made us cross boundaries that make that irrelevant now

Lulu: We’re twins, boundaries are for half & step

Dolly: You still don’t respect what anyone else wants

Dolly: I never wanted that, you forced closeness that wasn’t natural

Lulu: I didn’t force a single thing

Lulu: & you wanted Gabe, you obviously still want him

Dolly: You’re the one that met him

Lulu: Your enthusiastic consent filled the room, we all remember

Dolly: Because I knew you’d not let me strike out on my own, it had to be together

Lulu: Because you enjoyed it

Dolly: You shouldn’t have been there

Lulu: Convenient excuse now that neither of you want me to be

Dolly: How do you not feel sickened 

Lulu: Okay, maybe you do need to get out more

Lulu: people are more intimate with complete strangers, no one is calling them out

Dolly: You wouldn’t know intimacy if it stared you in the face

Dolly: I blocked out the fact you were there, however hard you persisted 

Lulu: How beastly of you

Lulu: what you mean is, you’re persisting in telling yourself you tried to, because you can’t accept what’s staring you in the face

Lulu: none of it happened against your will

Dolly: I wanted experiences, I wanted Gabe and I wanted [this teacher]

Dolly: I didn’t want you but you forced yourself into this as you did everything

Lulu: You want someone to blame

Dolly: If that were true, you’d have known about [the teacher]

Dolly: I didn’t want you, how many ways can I say and show it, you didn’t let me do a fucking thing by myself until I made it happen

Lulu: If that were true & you were devastatingly unhappy, what took you so long?

Dolly: Said as if you’re not still clinging to a devastatingly toxic relationship with our mother

Dolly: You know why

Lulu: I know you’re exhausting

Lulu: if I was the mastermind of some great plot to turn you & Gabe into my vision, you wouldn’t be this weak, you’d be my equal 

Lulu: you clung to me & I had to protect you because one of us should get to stay soft

Dolly: You think you’re strong

Lulu: Needs must, she won’t break me, I’ll beat her

Lulu: in too many ways I already can

Dolly: And what an adversary

Dolly: you’re picking a life-long battle with the saddest woman who ever lived, get a grip

Lulu: I’m surviving the nonsense you sacrificed me to in order to feel like you’d won against her yourself for once with your pathetic teacher fucking shots fired

Lulu: your scandal was as sad as any stunt she’s pulled

Dolly: I wasn’t making a scandal happen

Dolly: I don’t think like you two, thinking you’re playing chess when you’re just playing yourselves

Lulu: You don’t think, period, you can leave the sentence there

Dolly: You’re jealous that you weren’t picked to be someone’s Lolita, that’s the sad truth we’re all meant to ignore

Dolly: You wish it was you so bad

Lulu: If I cared about having him at all, I could have

Lulu: my priority was [the name of their school], not a bland series of sexual encounters which poor sir has undoubtedly blocked out

Dolly: Sure, Lulu

Dolly: then you’ll have no trouble keeping Gabe all for yourself and we don’t even need to have this conversation

Lulu: The uncomfortable truth we’re all meant to ignore is you destroyed a man’s life for fun & then cried groomer when it wasn’t

Dolly: You would need to take that perspective

Lulu: It’s valid, you’ve admitted to wanting him, wanting to escape my suffocation, he’s hardly the predator, is he?

Dolly: He got caught, and faced no consequences 

Dolly: the fantasy you have of me crying myself to sleep over it is because you’d rather I was traumatised than betray you, which is the real truth

Lulu: I’d rather you or I were dead, which can be arranged any time

Dolly: Grow up, for God’s sake

Dolly: We are to each other, that’s what matters

Lulu: What matters is, you left me

Lulu: I’m traumatised by that & you’re blatantly unphased

Dolly: We have nothing in common

Lulu: Because you’re obsessed with the idea of distancing yourself from me

Dolly: Because we’re nothing alike, no amount of forcing made it true

Lulu: Your determination to disregard whatever similarities exist doesn’t mean they aren’t there

Dolly: You’re traumatised by losing an extension of yourself, you don’t know me, you didn’t bother getting to know me as a person

Lulu: Don’t be ridiculous, I spent our whole childhoods with you doing that

Dolly: You decided everything she didn’t

Dolly: Neither of us had a personality not corrupted by her awful decisions 

Dolly: then you micromanaged the shit too small for her to care about, our favourite colour, our favourite toys

Lulu: For god’s sake, I’m not an extension of her

Lulu: I’m sorry I cared about you when it’s apparently a huge sin or something

Dolly: No need to apologise for something you didn’t do

Lulu: Wow, okay

Dolly: Everyone in our house hates each other, there’s nothing about it worthy of saving

Lulu: I loved you

Lulu: I just wanted you to feel loved

Dolly: Jesus

Lulu: Our parents weren’t going to, who does that leave?

Dolly: You deserve to get better, to get help

Lulu: You can have him, even though you deserve way better

Dolly: He can make up his own mind, it isn’t up to either of us

Lulu: Hilarious, what mind? He’s an idiot

Dolly: He still gets to live his own life, we all do

Lulu: I’m done with mine, but you two go ahead

Lulu: live happily ever after

Dolly: Don’t be ridiculous

Lulu: I was being overly optimistic, on purpose, if anything, I give your summer fling a fortnight at most before you realise he’s a bore

Dolly: I know him as well as you do

Lulu: Best of luck & best wishes, naturally 😘

Dolly: You can save the condescension, this is exactly how I knew you’d react

Lulu: I’d work on my last words but there’s very little point, my reaction will speak for itself, you’re right

Dolly: If you want to threaten to kill yourself to keep a boy, that’s your business

Lulu: It isn’t a threat or about him but your continued misinterpretation of me is none of my business

Dolly: It’s entirely unoriginal, is what it is

Lulu: I’m aware of that, but there’s also very little point to carrying out a unique suicide, if such a thing exists

Dolly: You learnt every move from her and she’s the stupidest person we know

Dolly: and still alive, despite all her insistences otherwise, so

Lulu: Not every move, the final one will hopefully go differently

Dolly: Good luck with that

Lulu: Thanks 😊

Dolly: I’ll call the ambulance and you can explain why you’re wasting everybody’s time

Lulu: I’ve only wasted my own trying to talk to you

Dolly: Every threat you make is idle, you’re like a child

Dolly: do you want to be the sad middle-aged woman who’s never had a job and has a relationship that rivals a tween girl’s?

Lulu: Foreign as my desires are to you, I’m not surprised you’d ask

Dolly: No one deserves a drain on their life and savings more than our parents

Lulu: Unfortunately, those aren’t my intentions

Lulu: still, there’s always Mattie when she’s old enough for a mid-life crisis

Dolly: Why not

Lulu: Mummy & I aren’t the same shoe size & I’d loathe living in her skin it’s awfully stretched

Dolly: Room for you both

Lulu: She’d eat me, her appetite is uncontrollable

Dolly: You have that in common too

Lulu: Your list doesn’t give me anything to live for, please don’t consider a future career as a therapist

Dolly: As I said, I’m well aware you need professional help, there’s nothing I can do for you

Lulu: & therefore you’ve washed your hands for your own sanity, what a frightful cliché

Dolly: I’ll live

Lulu: As I said, one of us should

Dolly: Talk to him, I’m sure it’ll have the desired effect

Lulu: For who? You and your desire to be the bigger person

Dolly: Yours to keep him, which is why you’re here

Lulu: Mine has changed, you keep him

Dolly: Whatever

Lulu: Romantic, I understand why he’s smitten 😍🥰

Dolly: Clearly you don’t

Lulu: He believes you’re forbidden, that I forbid it, but no, I don’t

Dolly: He wants to sleep with someone who doesn’t just lie there, that’s all

Dolly: There’s no big secret

Lulu: He wants you again, there’s no big secret he had the time of his life before & now uni is a bore & he’s sulking

Dolly: There had to be incentive for him to do it

Lulu: You’re the carrot & I’m the stick, I’m sure he took all of a second to feed you that unoriginal narrative favoured by old married men globally 🙄

Dolly: You never liked him, I don’t know why you’d be offended now the feeling is more mutual

Lulu: I’m not, him walking out is the most thrilling thing he’s ever attempted, which isn’t saying much, but he doesn’t offer much by way of entertainment

Dolly: How sad for you

Lulu: Hence baby’s first suicide attempt, do keep up

Dolly: I’d rather not, this is boring

Lulu: Agreed 🥱

Dolly: Tell him he can come back over when you’ve stopped playing for time

Lulu: Tell him yourself

Dolly: Sure

Lulu: [goodbye in whatever weird made up twin language you used to have when you were children no doubt because she is unhinged and fully intends to do this unlike Chlo’s attention seeking ass, soz girl we’re not letting you succeed but I’m sure you almost did]

Dolly: [oh hun, what would you like to do next gal gal]

Gabe: Don’t shoot the messenger if you don’t want to

Gabe: but I thought you should know she’s in hospital

Dolly: Right

Dolly: I’m sorry you had to find her

Gabe: It’s a good thing someone did

Dolly: It shouldn’t have been you

Gabe: Your parents aren’t here, they couldn’t have

Dolly: No, I should have just called the damn ambulance like I said though

Gabe: Wait, you knew she was going to do this?

Dolly: Not exactly, she makes threats all the time

Gabe: Well, you could’ve warned me

Gabe: I had to call one, with the fucking language barrier

Dolly: I said sorry and I meant it

Dolly: you should’ve just called here

Gabe: I wasn’t exactly thinking straight

Dolly: it’s fine, she’s where she needs to be now

Gabe: It’s not fine, Dolly

Dolly: It’s not over you, if that’s what you’re worried about

Dolly: she said as much

Gabe: I’m worried about her, she tried to kill herself

Dolly: She’s not thinking clearly, they’ll section her now, she’ll get the help she needs

Gabe: Will she?

Dolly: It’s out of her hands now

Dolly: she’s underage so they’ll bring my parents back, that’s why she’s done it

Gabe: They’re in [the wrong place because why would you remember], right?

Dolly: Somewhere like that

Dolly: You can go home, you shouldn’t feel bad, none of this mess is yours

Gabe: I can’t without seeing her first

Dolly: I don’t know if they’ll let you, I’ve never visited anyone in hospital

Gabe: I don’t know either, what anyone in this fucking country is saying

Dolly: Now’s not the time to lecture you on practising your English

Dolly: whatever you saw, it’s fucked you up, I know

Gabe: It was horrible

Dolly: I know

Gabe: How could she do it to herself?

Dolly: She’s not well

Gabe: She wasn’t that unwell, I didn’t think so

Dolly: I mean, she was born that unwell

Dolly: she didn’t want you to see her like that, I’m sure

Gabe: & now I’ll never be able to unsee her like that

Dolly: It’s selfish

Gabe: She wasn’t thinking about me

Dolly: Or anyone but herself

Gabe: Yeah

Dolly: I’m just exhausted

Gabe: She must’ve felt the same

Dolly: Nah

Gabe: I just mean, in a desperate state to do what she did

Dolly: She lives in a desperate state

Dolly: she’ll get what she wants from it, attention and concern from our mother

Gabe: Can your mother do attention or concern?

Dolly: She can fake it when required, just like Lulu

Gabe: Won’t she be able to tell it’s fake?

Dolly: It’s all we’ve known, the difference doesn’t matter

Gabe: Damn, no big surprise she’s messed up

Dolly: How is that news to you?

Gabe: It isn’t like she talks about your mother to me all the time

Dolly: No but

Dolly: you can’t have assumed we were normal

Gabe: More normal than this

Dolly: What an awkward surprise this has turned out to be

Gabe: Are your grandparents going to the hospital?

Dolly: Of course

Gabe: I’ll come over, you shouldn’t be there on your own

Dolly: You don’t have to for my sake

Dolly: I won’t hurt myself

Gabe: It’s for mine too, I don’t want to be alone

Dolly: Okay then

Gabe: Do you need anything?

Dolly: Just don’t expect me to cry or anything when you get here, yeah

Gabe: She’s your sister, I don’t expect you to feel any type of way

Dolly: I’m immune to it, numb

Dolly: it’s been a lifetime of manipulations, it’s her one move and it doesn’t work anymore

Gabe: So she’s out of moves

Dolly: The game is over but she won’t accept that because she didn’t ‘win’, whatever that means

Gabe: I felt like I won earlier

Dolly: Undoubtedly taking that away was a component if not a reason why

Gabe: You said she said it wasn’t over me

Dolly: [send him that specific message]

Dolly: She wasn’t at peace with the world and ready to leave

Gabe: Was this our fault?

Dolly: No

Dolly: She wants it to be mine for getting us thrown out of [the school]

Gabe: Maybe going home is a good idea

Dolly: I would if I had the choice

Dolly: further away than Switzerland

Gabe: You could go with me

Dolly: You’re only offering because you feel bad for me

Gabe: We both need to get away from here but that’s not it

Dolly: Now you know I’m as bad as her because I can’t bring myself to feel sorry for her

Dolly: and it’s ruined what we could’ve had, hasn’t it

Gabe: You’ve been through a lot, she’s put you through a lot

Dolly: I wasn’t even allowed to go to the bathroom without her as a kid

Gabe: Leave with me, you’re allowed space

Dolly: Where will we go?

Gabe: Your choice

Dolly: Say that you want me there, mean it

Gabe: It wasn’t goodbye, it still doesn’t have to be

Dolly: I don’t know what to tell my grandparents

Gabe: Tell them you can’t stay here, it’s too much & you need a break

Dolly: It’s not a lie

Dolly: the thought of having to be alone with just us in that house, I can’t do it

Gabe: The summer’s yours, you want to live not die

Dolly: I feel like I was only just born

Dolly: or like I was dead until [when this all came out and blew up]

Gabe: You’re a baby then

Dolly: Yeah

Dolly: take me somewhere I’ve never been, you basically have the whole world to choose from, I’m brand new

Gabe: I’ll take you lots of places, we have time for me to show you the world

Dolly: I feel happy, real excitement

Gabe: Me too

Dolly: You know how I felt earlier too, that it was real

Gabe: It doesn’t feel as real now, but we can get it back

Dolly: We have to

Dolly: she’s getting what she needs, we need to do this

Gabe: It doesn’t make me a bad person, when you put it like that

Dolly: How could you be, you were always my boyfriend too

Gabe: I was

Gabe: & she doesn’t need me, she has your parents & grandparents

Dolly: She wants to isolate me, she said you only wanted me because you thought you couldn’t

Gabe: She would say that, she doesn’t think I can do anything

Dolly: I haven’t stopped thinking about all the things you did, honestly

Dolly: I didn’t think I’d miss you

Gabe: Neither have I

Gabe: I missed you in the back garden, before I even really left

Dolly: I knew you’d be looking at your phone, that you’d see me deleting the messages, I didn’t want you to stop paying attention to me yet

Gabe: I want them back, say everything hot again

Dolly: I mean it all even more

Dolly: I need you so much more 

Gabe: Good girl

Gabe: that’s a good start

Dolly: You have my virginity forever, I love that

Gabe: You’re mine

Dolly: I want you to be my daddy

Gabe: My baby, I like it

Dolly: You can smoke in bed in [giving the European countries where they dgaf]

Gabe: You haven’t moved from yours & you don’t want me to

Dolly: How did you know

Gabe: Because I haven’t stopped thinking about what you could be doing

Dolly: There’s nothing else I want to do, need to

Dolly: I’ll kiss you every time you exhale, until you want me as much as nicotine

Gabe: I’m not addicted, but to you, maybe

Dolly: Your lungs are welcome, I’m so much better for you

Gabe: Are you? You take my breath away

Dolly: 😏 You’ve got all the lines, huh

Gabe: You make it sound like I’m playing games & making moves too

Dolly: You are refreshingly straightforward

Gabe: Thanks? 😏

Dolly: No translation error, I mean it as the best compliment I can give

Gabe: She’d mean it like I’m stupid, but I know you don’t

Dolly: She has an inflated opinion of her own intelligence 

Dolly: praise from teachers could be relied upon, I guess

Gabe: We don’t want to talk about her though

Dolly: I know I don’t

Gabe: I know what you want, you’ve been straightforward about it yourself

Dolly: It’s a newly found freedom but one I’m already liking a lot

Dolly: asking for what I want, not being told

Gabe: So ask me for something

Dolly: Bring [some kind of red wine that y’all would know the name of because you’re posh and European]

Gabe: Where am I going to find that?

Dolly: There might be some there

Dolly: check the cellar, [point him in the general direction, it’s more like a cabinet ‘cos your parents are living off their parents so you’re not crazy rich living]

Gabe: [take some pics of their terrible taste in wine/all drinks undoubtedly when you do find said cabinet haha because they suck]

Dolly: 🙄

Dolly: Okay, there’s a shop at the end of [giving this road y’all live along, you get the vibe, it’s London, it won’t be far]

Gabe: Take off your clothes, after this I’m not going to waste any more time

Dolly: Oh, I see 😳

Gabe: Let me see you’ve done what I told you to

Dolly: I’m not used to taking those kind of pictures but I’ll try

Dolly: [and do, being cutely awkward about it]

Gabe: You’re a natural

Dolly: I’ll get better at it

Gabe: While you’re waiting for me, it’ll give you something to do

Dolly: When you first met me, what did you think?

Gabe: You were sexy

Gabe: & I wasn’t wrong

Dolly: You make me laugh

Gabe: No joke

Dolly: I was so nervous, I can’t believe I was sexy

Gabe: I couldn’t tell

Dolly: You were nice, you made it good for me

Gabe: It wouldn’t have been for me if it wasn’t for you, I’d be able to tell that

Dolly: You don’t play games

Gabe: I try not to

Dolly: Me too, now I get to decide

Gabe: What did you think?

Dolly: I’d been told all about you beforehand, obviously

Dolly: it was exciting to have someone to talk to, someone to be close to, especially a boy

Gabe: We were close, I’ve missed that so much

Dolly: It was hard, wanting to be closer

Dolly: but there were no secrets, couldn’t be

Dolly: you understand why I did what I did, don’t you?

Gabe: Of course I do

Dolly: Now, we can be as close as we want

Dolly: as close as earlier

Gabe: Closer, we’ll be in a different country soon

Dolly: Alone

Gabe: Me & [her pet name]

Dolly: Better than my name 😍

Dolly: by far

Gabe: You don’t like it when I call you by your name?

Dolly: Hmm

Dolly: We might have to test that out

Gabe: [voice note her saying her name in as many different tones as you can think of]

Dolly: Oh

Dolly: I’ve never liked my name before, what have you done

Gabe: Nothing yet, compared to what I’m going to

Dolly: Please 

Gabe: First, [the name of this wine he is buying rn]

Dolly: Thought it would help us destress but I just need you for that

Gabe: You’re like my own private stress ball, yeah 

Dolly: You can touch me all over, I won’t move or anything, promise

Gabe: You’ll move, you can’t help it

Dolly: Maybe but I’d try very hard to be good before I did

Gabe: That’s very true & I don’t mind when you have to

Dolly: It’ll be against you only

Gabe: Into me, to get us closer

Dolly: You don’t need to pin me, it’s exactly where I want to be

Gabe: For all of summer

Dolly: School will be so dull

Gabe: Uni too

Dolly: What’s your plan when you’re done?

Gabe: Plans change, why would I make one yet?

Dolly: Fair point

Gabe: In my head I’ve dropped out 100s of times

Gabe: made 100s of other decisions

Dolly: You’re taking it as it comes

Dolly: nothing is guaranteed

Gabe: You’re an insanely intelligent newborn

Gabe: What am I going to do with you?

Dolly: Have the best summer ever?

Gabe: The best because you are

Dolly: I’m not

Dolly: but I’m going to be good for you

Gabe: Are you calling me a liar?

Dolly: Your crush is making you biased

Gabe: And now you’re calling this a crush

Dolly: Are you saying you don’t have a crush on me?

Gabe: I did, it’s turned into more than that

Dolly: Stay with me tonight

Gabe: I won’t even go to the back garden without you

Dolly: Your lap is the perfect place to be, inside and outside

Gabe: Inside you or not

Dolly: Always inside me, I’m missing you badly

Gabe: Let me see how badly

Dolly: [send him a pic of your boobs that are covered in lovebites from him]

Dolly: See?

Gabe: Look what you made me do

Dolly: You should do more, I think

Gabe: What else are you thinking?

Dolly: How loud you made me

Gabe: There’s no one to hear you scream, you can be louder

Dolly: Shit

Dolly: You could do anything you wanted to me

Gabe: In any room

Dolly: Every room, you have to

Gabe: & outside

Dolly: The neighbours can know who I belong to, who’s looking after me

Gabe: Who your daddy is

Dolly: No one else has ever cum in my pussy

Gabe: Why didn’t he?

Dolly: He was paranoid in every way, funny considering how easily we got caught in the end

Dolly: how I know all about deleting messages

Gabe: He’s made what we’ve got more special

Dolly: It ruins the moment, having to stop so you can put a condom on

Dolly: you trust that I’m not stupid like that

Gabe: You don’t need to trap me, I want to be here

Dolly: 😁

Gabe: Do it for real

Dolly: [do because like your sister you do be smiling like that]

Gabe: Your teeth can’t be English, no wonder I forget you are

Dolly: Charmer 😆

Dolly: do I sound different to the [whatever nationality the girls at his uni would likely be] when I moan?

Gabe: I can’t remember how they sound, only how you do

Dolly: Get used to it, it’s the soundtrack of your summer now

Gabe: Getting used to that will take me the whole summer

Dolly: Good

Dolly: I can’t get used to having you all to myself yet

Gabe: I keep expecting her to appear, think I see her out the corner of my eye

Dolly: Me too

Gabe: But that’ll stop, it didn’t happen earlier

Dolly: You had my full attention, anyone could have appeared and I wouldn't give a shit

Gabe: Your grandparents could’ve, I wouldn’t have known

Dolly: 🥺 Now I NEED proof you like me that much

Gabe: More proof?

Dolly: You making me cum in front of an audience we don’t know is there, yes, desperately 

Gabe: What size audience?

Dolly: Will depend where we are, what we’re meant to be doing instead

Dolly: You’re showing me the world

Gabe: What if I was meant to be playing a sold out stadium, would I still have your full attention?

Dolly: Fuck

Dolly: You know the answer

Gabe: I need to hear you say it

Dolly: I’d be more focused on you than I have ever been

Gabe: Because of you I’m the horniest I’ve ever been

Dolly: Unashamedly proud 😁😁😁😁

Gabe: Don’t smile at my suffering

Dolly: Poor Gabe

Gabe: Poor you too if it takes me 2x longer to come back

Gabe: there’s no way you could stand right now

Dolly: No, you have to be quick, I don’t want to be alone now

Dolly: You can make me, fair is fair

Gabe: I already know I can make you do whatever I like

Dolly: I want you to know, have that power

Dolly: it’s yours now, use it

Gabe: I’m about to use you, slut

Dolly: Your slut

Dolly: do you like that too?

Gabe: A lot

Dolly: As much as I like being used by you

Gabe: No, you like it way more

Dolly: You know exactly how much I like that

Gabe: You love it, don’t you?

Dolly: There’s so much that I should be worrying about in my life right now but it’s all I can think about 

Dolly: Nothing else has touched the sides, stopped me feeling numbed out

Gabe: You’re going to feel something when I get there

Dolly: Save me from the worst summer ever

Dolly: Or we’d both end up dead, I’m sure of it

Gabe: Only I can, of course I will

Dolly: Them leaving us alone after all this, it was the final final straw

Dolly: It’s not safe, you are

Gabe: Yeah, I’ll take good care of you

Dolly: You kid but where’s the lie 😏

Dolly: it’s exactly what I need

Gabe: I’m not kidding

Gabe: we’ll both get what we need, there’s no reason why not

Dolly: Yeah but

Dolly: you know I’m not going to do anything crazy like her, I don’t need taking care of like that

Gabe: I know how you need it

Dolly: Having a relationship with a teacher has made me paranoid too, just a tad

Dolly: everyone at that school had parental issues, it’s not like I was special for it

Gabe: You’re special to me, it isn’t like that

Dolly: You don’t have to say I am

Gabe: It’s true, I’m saying it because I mean it

Dolly: I’m not trying to be clingy, freak you out

Gabe: Neither am I

Dolly: We’re on the same page and I’m making it weird, aren’t I?

Dolly: You can make me shut up

Gabe: You didn’t turn things weird, she did

Gabe: they started out off & we’re trying to navigate all that

Dolly: It was a misstep, on her part

Dolly: you could’ve told everyone, still could

Gabe: I told you before, I made mistakes too

Gabe: I’m not blameless

Dolly: Neither am I, obviously

Dolly: It was gradual, after all, at first she was alright with just letting me report back, say what it was like kissing you, then she’d ‘accidentally’ walk in… we both know how it ended

Gabe: By the end we were both in too deep

Dolly: Saying no didn’t occur, some fucking how

Gabe: She’s hard to say no to

Dolly: I would’ve been punished, the end goal was to both lose our virginities to you, I knew that, if it was all for nothing she would’ve been unbearable

Gabe: I can’t regret us

Dolly: I don’t, Gabe

Gabe: Whatever else happened, we still did that & I’m never going to feel sorry

Dolly: You were perfect

Dolly: my grades plummeted for a while there, I couldn’t stop daydreaming

Gabe: It felt like I had to have imagined it

Dolly: Do you believe in me now?

Gabe: This is too real now

Dolly: Just right

Dolly: being with you, being your [the pet name he calls her], feels like exactly what I should be doing

Gabe: A summer you can daydream about when it’s over

Dolly: I’ll need the memories to cope

Gabe: They’ll get me through too, we’re in this together

Dolly: Are we really going, you swear 

Gabe: Book somewhere or start to pack, we’ll be leaving whenever you’re ready to

Dolly: You lasted longer in my house than any person should have to

Gabe: Those props are yours, I was hardly there in comparison

Dolly: She needs someone new to share the cell with

Dolly: My release date is in sight

Gabe: Your grandparents’ house is in sight again

Dolly: I’ll stop packing to let you in, perhaps

Gabe: I’m no longer just a guest, I’ll let myself in

Dolly: Wow, very bold

Dolly: what are you now then?

Gabe: Who, I’m [whatever she called him during their hookup that was giving pet name turned !!]

Dolly: That’s right 😳

Gabe: & your daddy

Dolly: Just mine

Gabe: No more sharing

Dolly: No one else is invited

Gabe: Except to watch, as our audience

Dolly: What are hotels for

Gabe: Balconies are built for the purpose

Dolly: I’m built for that

Gabe: You truly are

Dolly: I can feel you picturing my body right now

Gabe: You have the hottest body

Dolly: It’s hot for you

Gabe: I remember

Dolly: Remembering what you did to me has me so close 

Gabe: Get closer

Gabe: be touching yourself when I come in

Dolly: Yes, daddy

Gabe: Good girl

Dolly: Where do you want me? 

Dolly: This whole place is begging to be used

Gabe: How far do you think you’ll be able to get from your bed?

Dolly: You bending me over the stove is VERY good motivation but you’re right

Dolly: if I fall down the stairs now I’ll end up locked up too

Gabe: It doesn’t matter, you’ll be so wet I’ll be able to hear it from downstairs, stay where you are

Dolly: Am I loud?

Gabe: The loudest

Dolly: Is that okay?

Gabe: How could I be anything but into you wanting me that much?

Dolly: I don’t know, I don’t want to give you potential reasons why when I’d rather keep being this blatant

Gabe: Be bold with me

Dolly: There’s nothing or no one to stop us being here

Gabe: Or anywhere else

Dolly: No teachers, other jealous girls

Dolly: you can treat me how I need you to

Gabe: No interruptions

Dolly: I don’t know how we ever got away with it

Gabe: We did what we had to

Gabe: & now what we have to do is fuck 24/7

Dolly: I’ll be so sore by the time I come back here

Gabe: Something to remember me by

Dolly: 🥺 Don’t make me think about that yet

Gabe: Stop thinking

Dolly: All I’m allowed to think about is all the ways I can make you cum

Gabe: You can try

Dolly: Keeping count is keeping me from it myself

Gabe: There’s only a short countdown left until nothing will keep you from it

Dolly: I’m so exposed, if anyone else walked in, I’d be dead

Gabe: You’d be caught & called a naughty girl instead

Dolly: Heaven forbid

Gabe: I know, you just want to be good

Dolly: I’m trying so hard

Gabe: My poor baby

Dolly: You’re teasing

Gabe: I’ve kept you waiting for such a long time, haven’t I?

Dolly: What do I need to do to make you want me again?

Gabe: Remind me what’s waiting for me

Dolly: [send him a boomerang-length video so how much more !! you are is obvious]

Gabe: I’m [very nearby] but I can’t hear you

Dolly: [voicenote where you’ve purposefully put the phone just that bit too far away so it’s only catching sounds here and there]

Gabe: [actually do show up because you aren’t slay enough to prolong this any further, just know that for this ensuing hookup I’m fully picturing the vibe of Queenie and Guy’s first one aka thinking he’s so daddy and dom but kinda flopping, including thinking he’s going down on her iconically but it lasts literally for a sec before he stops to initiate said hookup and he’s lowkey in the wrong place haha]

Dolly: [when you try your best but you don’t succeed, lmao, too real, good thing you were close because of the insanity of the situation and you’re too sold on this idea of running away for all the reasons that you can’t back out now lol, gotta do the most you can with this]

Gabe: [soz girl but mediocre sex aside he will actually offer you the escape you need rn however long we let that last, soz again hun because obvs I fully imagine y’all running away and it eventually going tits up like mine and Trace’s euro trip ngl cos y’all are not it for each other and there is only so long you can both pretend and ignore the fact]

Dolly: [it’s clearly not last/barely making the whole hols and then that’s that on that, so I shall post this and we can decide what we wanna do next, go us]

[tsuki-sennin]

Back from the dead once more! Ohsama Sentai Kingohger! Episodes 20-23! I uh... intended to demote this thread of watch-throughs to a monthly basis, but uh... well, I've definitely missed that one!

Anywho, when we last left off, Yanma and Jeremy accidentally made Racules unable to be prosecuted, so all that remains is for Gira to knock his ass out.

Spoilers, I guess...

-Marriage~!

-Imagine getting hitched in the name of a giant beetle.

-Shio... Shiobara? No, Shibari! Shiokawa! Shiokara, fuck.

-Well, at least this royal wedding was short.

-"You done fucked up, Gira."

-Rita's equally unamused with you as they are.

-Family :))))

-"...I am not doing that."

-"If you wish to see your sister with all her fingernails still in her hands, then you will give me my lance back. ...Big... Brugther..."

-Hello, Jeremy.

-"And then the opposite happened." jokes. My favorite.

-Jeremy, that ain't even subtext.

-"Pweeeeeeease don't hurt me, desu!"

-Oh I see how this'll end. A big ol' kerfuffle.

-A threat in a cruel joke.

-Effective.

-Hello, Dezzy

-I see Slippin' Jimmy's harebrained schemes have finally reached their limit.

-Dethrone!

-Goddamn Ohgercalibur Zero's design is still so elegant...

-Ohgai Busou!

-"Hiiiiiii~! :3"

-Himeno looks like she's about to commit the worst crime you could ever commit to an author.

-"Oh, I didn't see this coming."

-"Kick his ass, Gira!"

-#NotMyKing

-This is how the War of the Roses went down, right?

-Ohger Slash~!

-Decrowned!

-"Cruel! Cowardly! Creepy, even!"

-Gira...

-Always a man of the people, huh?

-Even Racules felt that way, once upon a time.

-Too bad that day has long sinced past.

-Her comes Boshimar!

-:O

-BANG!?

-"Oh~! Who'da thunk~?"

-JIMMY

-Played like a goddamn fiddle.

-"You... vermin."

-No more transformation from the brothers this duel, eh?

-"A kingdom is like an enormous clock. It only works if all the little cogs mesh together. A clock must be clean, well lubricated, and wound tight."

-Oh, you finally get it~! Good for you~!

-"Do you hear the voices of the people?"

-Thanks, Kaguragi.

-Long live the king!

-Off he goes~!

-This is the hypest shit ever, I swear.

-Gira wins. Fatality.

-...definitely not a fatality, let's be real, that motherfucker's coming back.

-Long live the King.

-Well, considering how huge it is, it's only natural that Shugoddam's king be challenged.

-Oh that's adorable, this one starts with the dance

-Definitely a lot more simple in choreography than Ore Koso Only One or

-Oh for fuck's sake, Geats does the dance too?

-Man... I can't escape that guy, can I?

-Waaaait... oh fuck me, it's a recap episode.

-Well, at least this post is gonna be regular unreasonably long.

-Ryneor...

-So, you want Gira to establish dominance.

-"I'll do whatever you want if I lose!"

-DOUGA YOU FUCK

-Quiz~!

-Tonbokkuri~!

-Weh

-This is an excuse for Yanma to flex, huh?

-Well at least N'Kosopa's IT isn't worse than ours.

-I wish I had the confidence Douga has in bullshitting my way through job interviews.

-"Your turn :3"

-Thank you Himeno.

-Now this is a job far beyond my abilities.

-Let's get fucking cooking.

-Hire me, Kuroda-san! I can wear a bag on my head and cook decently well-ish.

-KAGURAGI CHEATED

-...goddamn, that looks so good though...

-Arrest him, Morphonia~!

-Oh

-A staring contest

-Of course, naturally.

-"This place sucks, shut your mouth."

-At last! A job!

-Outta my way old man, I'm getting that job!

-Oh, it's Duuga

-Or Duga, maybe.

-"You're hired :)"

-Back at square one with him.

-"So yeah, I lost all of these."

-So... Yanma's planning a coup, Himeno's gunning for a monopoly, Kaguragi's forcing farmland onto foreign soil... and Rita demands region locking.

-Op, no time to think about that, it's the Bugnarak!

-Thank you, King Gira~!

-Good luck, Douga.

-Anyways, next episode~!

-Oh shit, Daigorg.

-Oh fuck, he ate the bugs

-OH THAT'S A BIG BOY

-BIG BOY

-Extreme KingOhger~!

-He ATE them!

-Holy shit his pick is a MOAB.

-Okay

-This seems fair.

-Hello, Jimmy.

-"Insects" seems like it'd be a slur for the Bognarok, kinda weird hearing it from Kamejim.

-Yanma does not say robot rights, good to know.

-Good point.

-Thanks, Jeremy.

-Well, we're fucked.

-OH?

-A secret lies within the castle.

-"Extenuating circumstances~!"

-"Like how juicy this secret is?"

-Ohhhhhhh

-Kamejim

-Oh hey Suzume.

-GIANT ROBOT

-"Ding ding ding~!"

-"...okay, please stop."

-Of course, you wouldn't have an easy time turning your castle into a giant robot. Why wouldn't you?

-Here they come!

-Electrodrunk!

-Oh, this is some serious shit we're into.

-Kuwagon...

-No soul...

-:O

-Of course...

-Always evolving technology. Your giant bug robots feel fear.

-Time for us to fucking go.

-So, Kuwagon's very soul is in the crown, is it?

-Thanks, Yanma :)

-Friends :)

-Plant the lance.

-"Ohhhhh this ain't good."

-King Caucasus Kabuto...

-Once again, we perform maintenance!

-Ah, this is the place.

-First Vedalia, now Kofuki.

-HIMENO????

-Okay, thanks.

-Racules is dead, buddy.

-No chance.

-"Our technology sucks."

-2000 years will do that.

-"Hold up."

-Gira's off to ask his bug friends.

-That's a start~!

-...that's a terrible start!

-Jesus Christ, that number makes my head spin.

-Called him by name...

-"Listen close, my minions!"

-Holy shit, this is horrifying

-"Either die to the King or die to me! It makes no difference."

-Sitting back the way a king does just ain't Gira's style.

-One gear left.

-Boone...

-Run lad!

-Kamejim Jumpscare

-Spiders Jeremy strikes once again!

-"Do it, you big lumbering oaf!"

-King! King! King! King!

-"MOVE IT, MOVE IT, MOVE IT-"

-Sit your ass down on that throne, boy.

-It's beautiful! King Caucasus Kabuto!

-Launch!

-Blocked

-"Hercules Axe! Come forth!"

-Daigorg is on the chopping block.

-Complete and utter bisection.

-The guys are here :)

-"Goddammit not again..."

-A true man of the people, that Gira...

-OH FUCK KOFUKI

-Coronation~!

-There's a whole movie about that, I hear.

-And I can't watch it~!

-MATSURI DA!?

-Dethnarak falls soon.

-...not right now though, I need a break.

-Maybe later tonight~!

[wolfstarlibrarian]

Hi! First of all, thank you so much for everything you do!!! Second, I know you have a wolfstar teachers section in the card catalog (which I absolutely love) but I just can’t seem to get enough of wolfstar teachers... by any chance do you have any more recommendations in this category? If not, no worries :) thank you again!

Thank you for the love friend! And the Librarian can admit, that was a short list done early on so they’re happy to give you a whole list of more fics in addition to the two previous related lists. Hope you find some fics on here to enjoy! 

Wolfstar Teacher Fics

Wolfstar Hogwarts Professors

Wolfstar Teacher Fics 2

Signs of Affection by @kittycargo

“Hello, everyone! My name is-” the professor did something quick with his fingers and the interpreter paused for just a moment before continuing, “-Remus Lupin. I’ll be your teacher for ASL I." When Sirius learns that he'll have a Deaf student in his class next year, he takes an ASL I summer course at his local community college. He didn't expect the professor to be so attractive though.

Please tell me you're not the TA by @halictus-writer Sirius sees the most attractive man outside of the classroom he's looking for. His biggest wish: please don't be the TA. (NOTE: This author also has another Hogwarts Professor AU in-progress)

Synergy by @remuslives23 Synergy: the whole is greater than the sum of the parts.

snowflakes by @maddy-does

Sirius finally gets to meet the new teacher Harry won't stop raving about, and is equally as impressed.

a matter of time by ThatFilmGraduate A bit of science, a bit of divine intervention, and you have your Perfect Match. Sirius Black takes the Soulmate Test in 2025 and gets some results. It just takes a bit of time.

My Dog Will Always Come Through by @mooncat457writer

Seeing how happy James and Lily are now that they have baby Harry, Sirius wants to add to the family he and Remus have, too. So when Hagrid finds a litter of crup puppies abandoned in the Forbidden Forest, Sirius does his best to convince Remus that they should adopt one.

Of Sticks, Stones and Breaking Bones by @callipygiangoldfish When Remus finds himself with a snotty six-year old on his hip, watching Harry’s family ride off into the sunset, he doesn’t quite know what hit him. After wrestling himself a place in Harry's life as his primary school teacher, he throws himself into his new life as a parent of a scared small boy. There's a black dog in the garden, Lego over the floors, and plenty of bumps along the way, but Remus knows it's going to be an adventure. And if he happens to collect a child (or two) and a boyfriend along the way, then so be it. Otherwise known as ‘The Lupin Household for Waifs and Strays’

he's blinding but you can't look away by JaguarCello Remus Lupin - new English teacher, wearer of extraordinary jumpers, pub quiz winner - and Sirius Black - ill-articulated scandulous past, wearer of leather jackets, Physics teacher - are going to have quite a year. There is Arthurian romance, pub quizzes, kisses, bad singing on tables, far too many highlighters, and lots of alcohol. Maybe a little true love, not that Remus believes in that any more.

Of Caffeine Addictions and Nail Polish by BlueAzalea Remus hated being addicted to caffeine. On top of the withdrawal headaches and jumpiness if he drank too much coffee, it was causing him to pine like sixteen-year-old boy. And he was an adult --Yes Dora 'real adults' carry chocolate on them at all times-- and adults do not pine. Adults go on dates. But how do you know if its a date or not? Or Remus is a teacher. Sirius owns a coffee shop. And neither know what qualifies a date as a date.

Bonjour by Fitamina Remus had the words tattooed on his wrist since i could remember. They were supposed to tell him how is soulmate was, but think are never as we dreamed they would be.

Living It All -orphaned fic After being disowned and disinherited, Sirius Black never imagined a tragic accident would leave him guardian of his younger brother. But there he was, dealing with a sullen teen who was facing both the loss of his parents and his sight. Sirius does his best to take care of him, and when Regulus joins a music class, Sirius certainly doesn’t expect to fall for the adorable music teacher.

Meet You At The Bottom by @remywrites5 “Hi Mr. Lupin!” Harry called out, waving at his teacher. “I’ve brought Uncle Sirius again!” “I can see that,” Remus said, standing up and joining them. “And how are we today?” “Good!” Harry said, jumping up and down in place. “Uncle Sirius would like to snog you. He told my mummy.”

Our Destiny in the Stars -orphaned fic Having no luck in the dating field, and insecure about his body, Remus checks out a dating website which offers the users the opportunity to get to know a person before seeing what they look like. It's during this time he meets Sirius, an enthusiastic teacher--and they immediately click. When they agree to meet, Remus sees a photo of Sirius and immediately panics. He's too good looking to ever be interested in someone like Remus. What the tawny-haired man doesn't know, is Sirius has already checked him out online and has fallen head over heels for the adorable editor.

Remus Lupin's Coffee Order by @remusyoulittleshit Inspired by a list of AUs on Tumblr. Specifically: i purposely got your coffee order wrong just so you’ll talk to me again au

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[iamnotparticularlyproud]

PPB Square: Kink Discovery | @peterparkerbingo

word count: 2.7k rating: mature warnings: none ao3 link: https://bit.ly/3xpiBdx

Summary: Bucky and Peter have been together for a while, but Peter can’t bring himself to talk to his boyfriend about how their sex life is a bit - uh, well, boring. Instead, Peter searches Bucky’s laptop while he isn’t home for any sign of kink whatsoever. To say it doesn’t go as he planned would be an understatement.

Bucky’s amazing. So, so amazing, and Peter could go on about it for days - about his silly nicknames, the way he makes the Brooklyn drawl sound adorable, his unexpected dorkiness and razor sharp wit, how his hands are so calloused but he holds Peter so softly--

Days, Peter could come up with these for days. 

So, it’s not like there’s anything he wishes he could change about their relationship. It’s - they’re - perfect, everything’s been perfect. Bucky’s just so nice, and after Beck, Peter wasn’t sure he’d ever be in a relationship again, let alone one so - so good. So healthy, and so supportive. 

It’s just--

Their sex is so vanilla. Painfully vanilla. The most unconventional Bucky gets is with his dirty talk, and, yeah, Peter loves how his boyfriend will call him his sweet lil boy, and tell Peter how good he takes a thick cock in his tight ass, but that's about as far as Bucky ever goes. 

And that - that isn’t a bad thing, Peter knows that, it’s just. Boring, sometimes, is all.

Peter wishes he could talk to Bucky about it, because the man always stresses communication and talking problems out, but it’s just so embarrassing. Peter’s just thinking about it and he’s flushed, so how could he say the word kink out loud? 

He can’t. He really, really can’t.

So Peter does the only other thing he can think to do.

He steals Bucky’s laptop and rummages for any signs of kink - anything to suggest his boyfriend isn’t as vanilla as it seems. Peter knows he doesn’t have long - Bucky’s out getting takeout from their favorite Thai place, and it isn’t too far - so he doesn’t waste time as he searches all the keywords he can think of in Bucky’s unorganized folders, his internet history that’s never been cleared, the hard drive Peter got him because he complained about memory but Peter was 99% sure he never touched - he was right - and then tries his luck with the recycle bin, but--

There’s not just no sign of kink.

There’s nothing. There’s no porn at all.

Peter’s mind is blown. He hadn’t even considered that he wouldn’t find porn, he thought that everyone watched porn - and unless Bucky knew how to delete specific pages from his browser history, which Peter heavily doubts, because, c'mon - but apparently, Bucky doesn’t.

He considers that, maybe, since Bucky is nearly a decade older than him, he consumes his porn in a different way. Maybe physical movies or, godforbid, magazines.

Peter’s considering looking through Bucky’s drawers and closets until he finds proof of pornography consumption, but then someone’s clearing their throat behind him.

“Jesus, how do you--” Peter exclaims, because it’s nowhere near the first time this six foot hunk of a man has snuck up on him. Then, he glances at the clunky computer in his lap that is obviously not his, and back at Bucky, who’s looking at the laptop, and then at Peter.

“What’re you doin’ with my computer?”

Peter panics, not because Bucky seems upset, because he doesn’t, just - confused, but it’s such a weird thing to be doing, and he can’t lie at all, and this isn’t--

“Does that say porn?” Bucky asks, suddenly leaning over Peter’s shoulder, and he just sounds amused, but Peter goes on the defensive anyway.

“I-It’s just, you never, and I - this isn’t me wanting you to change, or--”

Bucky moves quickly when Peter starts that familiar stress-ramble; he circles around the couch, puts the plastic bag filled with food down on the coffee table and sits next to him, wrapping an arm around his back and shushing him kindly.

“Slow down, doll.” Bucky smiles, sincerity etched in his crow’s feet, “Can’t understand you when you’re talkin’ too fast, remember?”

Peter stops. He nods, then he takes a breath. When he lets it go, Bucky tells him to take a deeper one, so he does, and as he breathes it out, he feels the alarm fade.

Not completely, though. Not with the evidence of his snooping in his lap.

With a glance back at where porn is still typed out in the recycle bin’s search bar and a chuckle, Bucky asks, almost laughing, “What were you doin’, sweetheart?” 

Peter doesn’t expect it, but the fight drains from his body. It’s him accepting his fate, he realizes belatedly.

“I, uh,” Peter pauses, because it’s still so difficult to say the words, “was looking for porn.”

Bucky laughs for real this time, and Peter closes his eyes with a sigh. That wasn’t what he meant to say, at all.

“No - I was looking for y-your porn, like, what you watch,” Peter explains, and Bucky is still laughing, but he waves a hand.

“Yeah, I got that.” He says, making an effort to curb his laughter, “Why, though?”

Peter bites his lip. "Do you watch porn?”

He was scared that meeting Bucky’s question with a question would frustrate the man, but he only looks more amused.

“Why would I?”

Huh?

“What?”

“Why would I watch porn?” Bucky sounds genuinely confused, “We have sex almost everyday.”

Almost, Peter nearly stresses, but catches himself. Obviously, he’s dramatically misread the situation. 

“Y-Yeah, but,” Peter tries to come up with something, anything, “like, maybe, before we dated?”

“I know it’s kinda old, but I got the thing not too long before we met, actually.”

That bit of information also sends Peter reeling, and he almost argues about it - because the laptop isn’t 'kinda old,' it’s ancient - but Bucky speaks before he does.

“Were you lookin’ for the kinda porn I’m into?”

Peter nearly sags with relief. How does he always manage to get it before Peter has to explain? 

“Yeah.”

Bucky’s smile shifts, and it’s - he likes that, Peter notices, and, it’s - it's sexual.

“What, did you wanna tease me?” Bucky licks his lips, “Rile me up?”

Oh. That works, and it’s pretty true, even. Peter can work with that.

He nods. Bucky continues, and he looks so pleased.

“It’s you, sugar,” Bucky brings his hand to Peter’s cheek, and his hold is so gentle, but the calluses are rough, and it’s such a satisfying dichotomy that Peter can’t help but lean into it, “You get me wild.”

If only. Peter’s never seen him be wild. 

But he couldn’t say that. Not when Bucky sounds like he absolutely means it, and it makes Peter’s heart flutter.

Peter has been a bit weird lately. 

Well, Peter is always a bit weird, but it’s a part of his charm. He’s been acting extra weird lately, Bucky’s noticed, and while it’s just as endearing, it’s confusing, too.

He almost calls Peter out on it after he’s found him searching for porn on his computer - more than he had already, anyway - but he just gets so tense when Bucky tries to make him really talk about something. He doesn’t want to bring up that energy - not so late, anyway. 

So Bucky plans to talk to him about it tomorrow.

And Peter thwarts that plan as soon as they wake up. Usually, he’s eager to spend the last day of their shared weekend off together, but before they’ve even had their coffee, Peter’s rushing out the door with the excuse of meeting up with his college friends at a cafe. Not too long later he texted they were going to do an impromptu study group for an upcoming quiz, then, after five hours, texted him they were going to hang out more.  

Bucky tries not to be suspicious of or retaliatory to Peter even more than he’s learned to be with his partners, because the kid’s not had a great track record with boyfriends, to say the least, but this is ridiculous. When he’s been gone for a whole seven hours, under the guise of shoddy excuses, Bucky decides his curiosity needs to be sated more than Peter needs to be coddled, and his new plan is to snoop into Peter’s computer like the kid tried with him. Obviously, if he assumed Bucky would have porn on his laptop, Peter’s got some on his. 

Bucky doesn’t plan to look until Peter texts that he’s on his way home, though. He thinks it’ll be funny if the kid finds himself where Bucky stood last night.

So, after Peter texted that he’s omw, Bucky pulls out his computer. It’s so sleek, thin and light, yet wide, and he hates using it, but he’s dying to know. How much porn could Peter possibly watch, considering how much they have sex, and how busy he’s kept as a student and part-time employee?

Not very much, Bucky assumes.

And holy fuck is he wrong.

He takes a wild guess and searches porn in the convenient - but too bulky, and ugly - search engine in the toolbar, and a stupidly obviously labeled folder, not porn don’t look, comes right up. There’s several subfolders - distinguishing the videos by kink, dear God - and dozens of videos in most of them, over a hundred in a few.

What the fuck.

Bucky’s surprised - Jesus Christ, so surprised - at so many things, but - where the fuck does Peter find the time to watch so much porn? What does it mean that he’s amassed such a collection? How has Bucky never walked in on him watching it? Is there a way to see how many hours of it there are, because it’s a stupidly high amount, definitely--

Bucky takes a breath. He leans back, too, because the little previews are too much to look at, and he takes a moment to appreciate just how understandable it was that Peter was so confused yesterday. It must be unthinkable, to not watch porn, to him. But - Peter’s never even mentioned porn before, not in the half-a-year they’ve been dating, so what was so different about yesterday?

The question has Bucky sitting back up, ready to delve deeper. He starts by reading the names of the folders closer, finding it’s not just organized by kink, but by his favorite pornstars, too. The kid’s got several, all with typical pornstar names, and according to the previews, he’s got a type for big and buff. Checks out.

With another deep, grounding breath, Bucky clicks on the folder name Ultimate Favorites. It’s only got thirteen videos in it, but all the titles are a fuckin’ doozy. It’s shit like Small Twink Fucked Hard, and Daddy Pounds His Boy Until He Cries, and - Jesus fuck - Dom Verbally Abuses Sub While Anally Abusing Him. 

Bucky’s nauseous just reading that last one. He never would’ve guessed Peter was into such rough sex. Not just because the kid gets all wide-eyed and stuttery whenever sex is even mentioned, but because Peter’s just so - soft. In all the ways a person can be, really.

Bucky doesn’t know how to reconcile what he knows Peter to be like with this new information about him. He distantly knows that he doesn’t have to - that Peter’s kinks don't reflect anything about his personality, and acting like they do is only reductive - but the instinct is so strong, he can’t help but fruitlessly try.

Before he can reconsider, Bucky’s clicking on one of the more mildly titled videos - not that any of them are mild at all - just to understand better what Peter’s so into. 

The video loads almost immediately, and it doesn’t waste time with any kind of introduction - there’s suddenly two men on the screen, their size difference resembling Bucky and Peter’s to a ridiculous degree, and the larger one pushes the smaller onto a bed carelessly before climbing on top of him. It’s a bunch of shoving and aggressive groping along with cruel words and name calling, and Bucky’s never been more turned off in his life. He can’t believe this porno is among Peter’s favorites - his boyfriend’s never once let on that this is the kind of sex he’s into.

While he’s staring, Bucky’s on screen lookalike finally quitting with the rough teasing and moving onto the brutal fucking, he hears Peter enter his apartment. Bucky doesn’t mute the video, and Peter’s light footsteps stop immediately. Bucky can just see the look on his face - that caught-in-the-headlights one that makes Peter look more like a deer than Bucky thought a person could - and he stifles a laugh as the steps pick back up, this time much more hesitant. When Peter’s a good foot into the living room, Bucky turns around, acting as if he hadn’t heard him coming in.

With the computer filling the room with sounds of slapping and exaggerated moans, Bucky greets, struggling to keep a smirk off his face,  “Hi, honey. How was your day?”

Peter doesn’t answer him and - yep, there’s that look. Instead, he gapes like a fish at where his computer is steadied on Bucky’s lap, eyes wide and frantic.

“Why’d you never mention this, doll?” Bucky asks, dropping the act as Peter keeps looking like disaster is seconds away. He pauses the video and sets the laptop to the side, motioning for Peter to join him on the couch.

Peter does join him, albeit uncertain and his eyes still trained on the graphic image on the computer screen. He’s quiet as he sits as far as he can from Bucky.

“I--” Peter starts, gaze transfixed on the laptop. “Can you - close that?”

Bucky does. Peter keeps looking at it.

“You okay?” Bucky asks, chuckling.

Peter finally looks at him. He seems scared, Bucky realizes. He closes a bit of the distance between them, leaving some incase Peter feels suffocated, and puts a hand on the back of his neck, a touch Peter always leans into.

He does this time, too. He relaxes some, and Bucky prompts, “Were you scared to tell me?”

Peter relaxes even more, his shoulders falling. He nods. “I know you probably don’t care--”

Bucky interrupts to confirm with a nod of his own, “I don’t.”

“But it’s just--” Peter huffs, eyebrows furrowing, “Embarrassing.”

Bucky nods more. “It doesn’t change how I think about you.” He reassures Peter, “At all.”

“That's good.” Peter breathes, and Bucky can’t help but laugh softly. “I was starting to think it would gross you out.”

It kinda does, but Bucky doesn’t say that. It isn’t important how the porn he’s into makes Bucky feel. 

“No, baby. It doesn’t.”

Peter leans into his side, and Bucky shifts to embrace him. Silence attempts to settle around them, but Bucky can’t help his need to tease.

“So… where’d you find the time to make such a collection?” 

Peter cringes. “I, uh, started it years ago.”

Bucky raises his eyebrows. He doesn’t know why he didn’t assume that - it’s a seriously massive collection - but thinking of how far back years suggests, and how Peter is just twenty-two, he can’t help but ask for clarification.

“How many years you talkin’?”

“Uhh…” Peter trails off, seeming to really think about it. Bucky can see the moment he finds the answer, and his expression closes.  “...several.”

Bucky decides to wager a guess. He doesn’t really know why he wants to know this answer, but he thinks it might help him understand just how into kink Peter is.

“Sixteen?”

Peter whines. “Jamie.”

Bucky’s eyes widen. “Fifteen?”

Peter pulls away a bit to cover his face with his hands, and he whines unintelligibly this time.

“Christ, it wasn’t younger than thirteen, was it?”

Peter shakes his head. “N-No, I--” His words are muffled by his palms,  “I was fourteen.”

Bucky breathes a sigh of relief. Peter can’t lie for shit, so Bucky can tell he isn’t just appeasing him. 

Then it hits him just how long Peter’s been fantasizing about this kind of sex.

“You’re really into this stuff, huh?”

Peter burrows further into his hands. Bucky rubs his back, and considers his next words carefully.

“If you want, we could explore some of the tamer stuff you have in there.” 

Peter drops his hands from his face and he looks excited for all of two seconds. Then, his expression falls. “None of it’s… tame. I mean, I guess--” Peter cuts himself off to cough, wincing as he tries to get the words out, “uh, im-impact play isn’t, you know, hardcore, I guess.”

“Spanking and stuff?”

“...and stuff.” Peter says with a flush. 

“We’ll start with spanking,” Bucky laughs, adding just in case, “if you want to.”

But it wasn’t necessary, because Peter brightens immediately. 

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” 

Peter smiles wide, and Bucky can’t help but return it with one of his own.

[datleggy]

Is it just me or did Buck asking Eddie what Ana’s love language was give off major sass/jealousy 👀 vibes. When I tell you that SENT ME 😂

IT REMINDED ME OF THE FIRST TIME WHEN THEY WERE GOING THRU THAT WINDOW AND BUCK MENTIONED HOW EDDIE YELLED AT ANA BC OF THE SKATEBOARD INCIDENT----SASSY JEALOUS BOY CONFIRMED A SECOND TIME lmao 

but also, what i wish had happened: 

At the end of a way too long shift Eddie corners Buck in the locker room as they’re changing back into their civilian clothes. “What’s up with the ‘Love Language’ book, anyway?” he asks, curious. 

Buck looks up from where he’s tying his shoes, “Something Dr. Copeland said in our last session.” he admits with a shrug. 

Eddie raises a brow. “Your therapist? What’d she say?” 

“Well,” Buck runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “The subject of past relationships was kinda brought up and I told her how none of them have worked out--obviously--and she mentioned that everyone has a different love language. I wanted to know more so she recommended the book.” 

Eddie hums. “I see. So,” he sits down next to Buck on the bench, their shoulders pressed together. “What’s your love language?” 

“I...don’t really know yet?” Buck says. “I mean, I’m only on like, chapter two. But! I did learn that there are five primary love languages.” he reports excitedly. 

“Oh yeah?” Eddie tilts his head, inquiringly; he likes listening to Buck ramble on when he’s really into something. 

Buck nods. “Yup. So, the first one is words of affirmation. The second one is acts of service. The third is receiving gifts. The fourth is quality time. And last but not least, physical touch.” 

“Hmm,” Eddie looks at Buck, squinting, trying to figure him out. 

Buck, who’s never been great under scrutiny, makes a face. “Stop it.” 

Eddie grins. “What? I’m just tryna get a good reading. I think a lot of those overlap, no?” 

Buck shrugs. “Yeah, I guess. Why?” 

“Cause,” Eddie continues. “I’d peg you for like, three of those love languages.” 

“Which ones?” 

“I’d say you need words of affirmation,” Eddie lists, counting off on his fingers one by one. “You need quality time. And physical touch.” 

Buck rolls his eyes at the last one. “Funny.” 

Eddie shakes his head. “No, really. And I don’t mean it like that--get your head outta the gutter--I mean, you know, like holding hands or touching shoulders when you’re sitting next to them, cuddling and hugging hi or bye, that kind of thing.” he explains.

Buck is surprised that it seems like Eddie’s actually given his answer some real thought. “There’s a quiz at the end of the book, so I’ll let you know if you’re right when I finish.” He turns to look at the other man. “What do you think yours would be?” 

“I’m more of an action speak louder than words kinda guy, so probably the second one, what was it?” 

“Acts of service?” 

“Yeah, that one. I don’t know, maybe it’s because of everything I’ve gone through, but I need the other person to prove to me they’re in for the long haul. Like, if I can trust them with Christopher, if I can say without a doubt they’ve got my back, no matter what--that type of thing.” 

“Sounds like you two should just date each other.” Chimney interrupts their conversation, stepping out of the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist and another around his shoulders. 

Buck and Eddie suddenly become very aware of how close they’re leaning into each other and quickly make space between them. 

Eddie jumps up, looking down at his watch and clearing his throat. “Uh, speaking of dating, I am late for one, as we speak.” he throws his jacket over his shoulder and nods at Buck. “Wish me luck.” 

Buck nods back, though he can’t really meet his eyes. “Good luck.” 

Chimney rolls his eyes heavenward. Will these two ever get a grip? 

[lupin-the-3rd-case-files]

Lupin the 3rd vs Detective Conan the Movie

Target: Cherry Sapphire

Yes it’s just as good as I remembered it being. Just like the tv special, the movie for this crossover benefits well from a phenomenal cast able to carry the runtime. This time, however, it has less of a focus on original characters and gives us more time with the casts you actually came to the crossover to see. Lupin’s gang is a blast, Conan’s friends are super fun, and when they begin to mix you get a great film.

Just about everything I said in regards to the special applies here as well. Lupin doesn’t really have an ace detective rival in his series and Conan is a great fill in for it. This time around we get a much more expanded cast from Conan. In the special it was basically just Conan, Ran, the detectives and Sonoko. We never got to see the doctor or Conan’s friends. In this we get appearances by them plus Kaito Kid, Ai Haibara, and the FBI.

There aren’t any moments in this movie that feels wasted, the entire 1h46m runtime is packed. I take that back, the pun quiz is kind of unnecessary, but the rest is all relevant to the plot. Much like Blood Seal of the Eternal Mermaid, the whole runtime just sort of flew by. It’s a testament to the story’s pacing.

I will say the movie kind of has the same problem the tv special did in that it expects you to know who these characters are. It’s not as egregious as the special is, it at least explains the basic premise of Detective Conan this time around. However, in particular Ai Haibara, her character isn’t explained at all. You can pick up a lot of information through context clues but if you don’t know who she is this movie has no interest in telling you. The same goes for Jodie Starling at the end when she just bombastically shows up. Granted she’s not all that important to the story.

This problem is actually multiplied by the fact that it’s a direct sequel to the tv special. If you didn’t watch the tv special you are shit out of luck because the conclusion basically revolves around the events of it. The movie is definitely a continuation in every aspect, so if you didn’t watch it, you’re going to be lost and disappointed at the end.

Just from the opening scene alone you can tell this movie had a budget and it was ready to go ham with it. The opening sequence is worth watching alone. There aren’t many action sequences in the movie since it’s more of a mystery story, but the ones that are there are very well animated.

While I’m talking about action sequences let me just say that I wish Lupin would learn more from Detective Conan on how to write a climax. I’m still a little annoyed about the big dumb monster fight at the end of Eternal Mermaid and Fujiko’s Unlucky Days. This movie is the perfect example of how to write a compelling action-packed climax without resorting to a video game-y final boss.

So let’s talk about the treasure. The treasure this time around is the Cherry Sapphire, a red sapphire that is in actuality Vespanian ore. There’s such a thing as pink sapphires, which I’m not sure if it was intentionally based off that or not. I suppose the name implies it’s cherry red, and it certainly looks that way but at that point wouldn’t it just be a ruby? I don’t know, I’m not all that educated on minerals.

Anyway so what would the value of the Cherry Sapphire be? We’re never really told its value and there isn’t much of a real world equivalent. So this time we’re going to equate it to being a Pink Sapphire. According to this article a high quality 1.5 carat Pink Sapphire can go for around $6,000. Not exactly a grand price you’d expect Lupin to go after, but as we see in the plot of the movie he’s not after it for its monetary value. Ultimately the ring is lost in the airplane crash, so once again Lupin makes it out with nothing.

Lupin’s Reward: $0

This movie is both a great Lupin film and a great Detective Conan film. It’s just a blast to watch if you’re a fan of either franchise. Jigen and Conan’s chemistry remains as some of my favorite moments in this watchalong. Jigen holding the big sign saying “This is YOUR Fault!” to Conan cracks me up so much.

Next up is Princess of the Breeze. If I keep going at the pace I’m going I’ll finish the tv specials/movies by my next weekend (Mondays and Tuesdays are my weekend with my work schedule). This is of course not counting the entries I’m skipping for now, which I’ll detail why in the next post since it’ll be the most we’re skipping at once. I’m ready to watch The First again, and I’m also looking forward to Goodbye, Partner. 

By the way I absolutely can’t wait for the Discotek release with the Part 4 dub cast. Day 1 buy for sure!

[cycat4077]

Teacher, Teacher, Can You Teach Me?

Summary: You help Sonny study for the bar. That's it. That's the fic. (Takes place between 17x15 “Collateral Damages” and 17x16 “Star-Struck Victims”) Pairing: Sonny x Reader (who is a teacher) Warnings: nope Words: 1046 AO3 here

Part 5 of the Changes verse (though it’s pretty stand alone if a series isn’t your thing).

(Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4)

"I don't wanna!" pouts Sonny as he lays sprawled out across his couch. His long legs drape over the edge and a hand lies over-top his full belly. The two of you just finished wolfing down a "luxurious" take-out lunch for two.

"But you gotta!" you scold from the opposite end of the sofa. "The exam starts tomorrow morning bright and early and this is your last chance to study beforehand."

His response is a mere grumbly whine paired with a face contorted in protest.

"Come on," you coax tapping Sonny's leg, encouraging him to get up.

"No," he closes his eyes and turns his head away like a toddler.

"Dominick Carisi. You need to study! You haven't trudged through night school while working doubles to not give it one last push now." You fold your arms together and stare him down.

Sonny shakes his head defiantly.

"Okay, then. I'll leave." You shift as if you're about to get up.

"Yourra meany!" he groans.

"Bye," you state, continuing to fake standing up. You hope it calls his bluff.

Sonny shoots forward. "Noo! Don't leave me! I'll study! I'll study!"

You smile victoriously. "C'mon then, my future-lawyer boyfriend. I'll help you." Waving him over coaxes Sonny to follow as you cross the apartment towards his kitchen.

Like any student without a designated desk space, the dining room table is littered with law books and papers. Sonny rolls up the sleeves of his grey henley and you both sit down to delve in. "Can ya quiz me on somma this stuff?" he asks, handing you his handwritten notes and the list of bar exam topics.

Accepting the papers, you begin with the first term highlighted. Sonny stumbles out an answer, ending it with an inflection. Clearly, he's unsure of himself.

You read out the correct response which causes Sonny to dip his head in defeat. "Hey, now," you comfort. "Don't get discouraged." Then an idea strikes you. "How about this?" You hand him back his work, resulting in a quizzical look from your boyfriend. "Here. Use your notes if you want, but go through everything you've learned using me as your student. Teach me!" you smile warmly and fold your hands on the table in front of you.

Sonny cocks his head, purses his lips and narrows his eyes in contemplation. "Alright," he says eagerly, accepting your challenge.

You listen intently and even ask questions to get Sonny to clarify what he's explaining to you. The study session goes on for hours and the two of you tick off the exam topics one by one. While your head does spin from all the legal jargon, you suck it up to keep Sonny’s momentum going. He's expressive and engaged, proudly walking you through the material and bringing together all the knowledge he's acquired from his classes.

It's late evening by the time Sonny's “lecture” is over. "Well, I'm pooped," he says reaching for a glass of water to soothe his dry throat. "You must be exhausted too, doll."

"It's all good," you tap his arm. "I hope it was useful for you."

"We'll see tomorrow," he winks. "That'll be the real moment of truth…" But Sonny isn't brimming with the confidence you're used to seeing from him.

"Sonny," you utter, "you just have to do your best. That's all anyone can expect from you and that's all you can expect from yourself." You rest a hand on his arm and rub soothingly over his exposed skin. He peers at you with nervous eyes. "And if you don't pass this time around, you take it again." Sonny nods in understanding. "This is your dream and I know you won't quit until you succeed." You then lean in and press your lips to his, hoping to convey just how much faith you have in him. He pulls you into a hug and squeezes. He knows.

That night the two of you snuggle closely under Sonny's covers. A combined total of six alarms wait to guarantee Sonny’s timely arrival.

-x-

"You gotta call me once today's sessions are over," you tell him the next morning before you both leave.

"It could end up bein’ late, though," he counters, wringing his hands nervously.

"Doesn't matter," you assure him. You lean in to give him a kiss goodbye before wishing him good luck.

That night you get a call and on the other end a tired-sounding Sonny tells you that he thinks he did okay. The day after that you get a similar call. "It's over! I'm done!" he cheers. "I'm so relieved! I think it went well, but that's upta the state now."

"I think you did just great!" you remark happily. That exuberant spirit has returned to Sonny’s voice and you couldn’t be more thrilled.

"Say, all that brain powa has made me hungry. You up for some dinner?"

"When have you known me to say no to food?" you tease.

Sonny laughs. "Good point! Y'know, I kinda skipped out on Valentine's day 'cause a work, and takeout the other day was hardly a substitute."

Though a fancy Valentine's day was by no means essential to you, a dinner out with Sonny is never something you would refuse. The two of you meet at a restaurant and the moment you see Sonny, you leap into his arms to shower him in praises. He catches you with a surprised look before nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck, holding you close. Does it make a bit of a scene? Maybe, but you couldn't care less.

"I had the best teacher," he says setting you down and giving you an affectionate nudge.

"Woah, wait a minute! Don't forget that you were the one that taught me!" you counter, cleverly.

Sonny chuckles. "Whateva, you're still the one to suggest studyin' that way and then sit there ‘n listen to me yap on. I appreciate it."

"Anytime, Sonny," you say, heart swelling proudly. "Anytime."

Two months later you would have more celebrating to do. Sonny's hard work and dedication, something you admire so deeply about him, would finally pay off. You would get to share in his excitement when he comes home to tell you that he passed the New York State bar exam.

~~~

Fun Facts about the NY State Bar Exam:

The exam is always given on the last Tuesday/Wednesday of each year. For 2016 that would have been Feb 23rd/24th.

However, according to SVU Sonny takes his exam a week before the day he talks to Barba about it. (So, Feb 16th/17th – a TV goof.)

The bar exam is a two-day affair with Day 1 being 3hrs in the morning (2 performance tests) and 3hrs in the afternoon (6 essay questions). Day 2 is divided up into the same time slots, but with 100 mcq in the morning and another 100 in the afternoon.

Morning sessions are 9:30-12:30 and afternoon sessions are 2:00-5:00.

Also according to SVU, Sonny finds out he passed the bar on April 15th 2016. Usually they are posted at the end of April or early May. But once again, Sonny is lucky and gets the results early too!

Feedback is loved (especially since I’m cheating on my own academic work by posting this...oops) and the next thing I want write about is “Sheltered Outcasts” and Sonny’s big UC gig :)

Part 6 here!

[safflowerseason]

Cassie’s diary - an excerpt

(I truly do not know what this is. I wrote it when I was supposed to be doing other things, and here we are. It was fun to write, though. The usual caveats about writing quality apply, I didn’t even edit this before posting. Who am I.

I suppose I am technically spoiling my own story but also, I think if you’re paying attention, nothing gets spoiled. 

December 16th, 1:25am

Mom’s first day of “retirement” (except of course we can’t call it that, even though she voluntarily chose to leave her job as the first female of chief of staff to the second elected lady president). She spent the day on the couch watching CNN obsessively and calling her replacement every thirty-five minutes. 

This is all according to Dad because they made me go to school instead of staying home and watching Mom go insane like I wanted. I asked Dad why he didn’t go to work and he said he had to stay at home and make sure my mother didn't start breaking things out of rage. Also because she would kill him if he let me stay home when I had finals to take. 

I said it was one of the finals was for my constitution class, and it’s insulting that I have to take it in the first place, all things considered, but no fucking luck. 

I finished early and spent the rest of the period writing a detailed summary of all the mistakes and typos in the exam paper, which will probably make Ms. Hill fail me out of rage, but it was a better use of my time than the exam. Nick Sheridan finished with about ten minutes to go and he sauntered up to submit the paper like he was on the fucking red carpet at a Hollywood premiere. He spent the rest of the class whispering very obnoxiously about how his family is going to Tahiti for Christmas. I ignored him because he is worse than the excrement that builds up in the upper cracks of a toilet bowl. Plus, I know for a fact he got question twenty five wrong, because we studied together yesterday and he was not paying enough attention to the nuances of Article III.

After finals the girls went downtown for hot chocolate and ice-skating, but I went home to check on Mom and to study. Apparently the stock market dipped 1.3% percent and her replacement’s assistant had blocked her number, so she had moved onto drinking the good whiskey from Dad’s office that we’re not supposed to know about. Dad had even skipped going to the gym in favor of staying at home, so I could tell he was secretly worried, even though he tried to cover it by saying that this was all just good material for the book. 

To cheer Mom up I made her quiz me for my art history final, which seemed to work, but then her phone went off with a notification that the UN ambassador had been exposed in tax fraud scandal, and she started yelling for my father because the ambassador was a hand-chosen pick by Liz. Dad, who was lying on the couch with a sheet mask on, said nobody gives a fuck about the UN anyway and to get over herself but if she really wanted he would go make a call. (Which he did). 

We went out to dinner to “celebrate” and Mom’s phone didn’t go off once, which was actually miraculous and also a little bit weird? The best part of dinner was when Richard stopped by our table during dessert to ask Mom how her “retirement” was going, and Dad had literally restrain her from pouring the water carafe over his head. I told Richard all about my constitution final and he said I should come over and tutor his kids sometime. At this point, Mom ordered another dessert to go. 

Later, Mom stayed up past midnight pacing around her office and obsessing over the stock market. Eventually, Dad started threatening to take her on a real vacation, and she told him she’d like to see him fucking try, at which point Dad snapped “careful what you fucking wish for, Amy!” and they both slammed their respective doors. My parents are truly the biggest fucking babies on the planet. 

(Dad’s already planned for us to go “somewhere warm” between Christmas and New Year’s, but he won’t tell me where it is—shit, I hope it’s not Tahiti. I’m assuming we’ll just tranquilize Mom to get her onto the plane? I hope the flight attendants wear padding…)

Anyway, she finally went to bed when I told her I couldn’t go to sleep until she did and I had my last final in the morning, but I could hear her ranting to Dad on the other side of the house. God. If I fail my art history exam, it’s going to be their fault.

[cherryeol04]

The Firsts

Summary: No one ever told him that living was going to be so difficult. That there would emotions get couldn’t label and distinguish. He’s just a young boy trying to navigate through life and its unexpected ups and downs.

Genre: Humor, Fluff, smut(?)

Pairings: Oc x Felix, Oc x Changbin, Changbin x Oc x Felix

Warnings: poly relationship, angst in some part, excessive fighting about the MCU.

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17

A/N: This story has a theme of Firsts. First love, first kiss and many other firsts. Each part can be read on their own and are meant to stand as oneshots. It’s basically a collection of oneshots (little snapshots into my Oc’s life. 😁)

Aiden wasn’t sure if taking music had been the best choice for him. He knew he needed to have a few elective classes, not everything could be just the core classes. But when given the option, music seemed to have been the only option that wouldn’t require that much work. After all, what could the teacher possibly want from them, other than learn to sing maybe? Or read music? That couldn’t be too hard and it was certainly better than taking a public speaking course or horticulture. 

Going in, he had been optimistic, but by halfway through the year, the young boy wanted to drop out and pretend like this didn’t happen. Though, he supposed the good thing about the class was that Felix was in it, giving Aiden something to do besides sleeping in the class. Being friends with Changbin, he had learned a few things about not being noticed by the teacher and Aiden prided himself on never being called on or seen.

“And lastly, your final project for the class will involve you creating your own piece of music.” The class erupted in groans at the announcement, Aiden’s voice whining the loudest as he rested his head on his desk, eyes closed. He was regretting all his life choices, which weren’t many since he was only thirteen. “It only needs to be a minute long, grading will be lenient. I don’t expect any of you to create a grande sonata that will move me from my seat.” The teacher spoke and Aiden could only roll his eyes. He highly doubted that anyone could even compose a one minute piece in this class, let alone a whole sonata.

“The theme of the song is Love and you can use any instrument you feel comfortable playing.” The teacher droned on a little longer about the different instruments that would be available to the students as they worked on this project. If he was being honest with himself, he was really hoping someone would compose a piece on the trumpet. That would be hilarious and if anything maybe it would make the teacher’s ears bleed so the rest of them would automatically get an A. Wishful thinking, really. 

The bell rang, jerking Aiden from his thoughts and he sat up straight, looking around. The students around him stood and started filing out of the room to head to their next period class. A soft groan left him as he slumped in his chair slightly, trying to gather the will to get up and make his way to gym, a class he really wished he could just drop.

~*~

Aiden wanted to toss his phone against the wall in frustration. Of all the days he had to stay late at school, it just had to be today. It wasn’t bad enough that he was given a stupid project from his music teacher, or the fact that they had played dodge ball in gym and he was currently sporting a large bruise on his side. Certainly, his bad luck would have ended when his English professor had given the class a pop quiz and he was the only one who failed. But no, the icing on the cake was the fact that Changbin was inviting him out to go to the grand opening of the new amusement park and he couldn’t go. Not that it was the end of the world. 

The amusement park would be there anytime he decided he wanted to go, but he would only get one chance to go to a grand opening, where everything was discounted and they gave out special prizes for the visitors. This was a once in a lifetime chance to go! And he couldn’t because he had to stick around and figure out which stupid instrument he was going to play for the stupid project that probably counted for his entire grade in the class (because let’s face it, he wasn’t the best student).

Binnie:  Are you for real? I told you to drop that stupid course Aiden: Don’t rub it in, man. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Save me some sweets Binnie:I’ll try ;P

Aiden stuck out his tongue at the phone, eyes rolling at the comment. Even though Changbin was teasing, he highly doubted he would get any sweets from the other. With a heavy sigh, Aiden dragged his feet across the floor as he made his way down the nearly empty hall to the music room. There were a few students that were still taking their time to leave campus, but for the most part, there was no left unless it was club members for extracurricular activities.  Reaching the music room, he opened the door, eyes scanning the room as he stepped in. There was only one other body in the room and once Aiden’s brain registered who the person was, he instantly wanted to turn around and leave. But he was already spotted as Felix turned and tossed him a smile. 

“Hello, Aiden.”

Do not swoon. Do not swoon.

Aiden forced a smile on his face and gave a slight head nod. “Hi.” he gritted out. His mind was racing with thoughts to just calm down and breathe. Everything was going to be fine. Only it wasn’t fine because Felix was in the room with him. This perfect, gorgeous boy was just mere feet away and they were alone together. It almost seemed like some romance anime or manga, where the two main characters were alone in a classroom. Now all that was needed was some sort of incident that would have the two drawn close to each other, their eyes locking and some cheesy music playing in the background.

But this isn’t an anime, idiot.

“Here to find your instrument?” Felix asked, eyes glancing over Aiden, taking in his appearance before lifting to look back at his face. 

“Yeah.” Aiden sighed as he reminded as to what he was doing there. “I take it you’re here as well to do that.” he said and Felix nodded. “Have you figured it out?” Aiden asked, moving closer to the other as much as he dared, but he didn’t get too close because he wasn’t entirely sure how he would react being so close to his crush. Just being alone with him in the same room was making it difficult to concentrate.

“Well, I was thinking the Piano. But then I thought, everyone is going to pick the piano. So then I was going to pick the guitar but I had the same thought again.” Felix explained and Aiden was in awe at how much the other talked, mainly because he hadn't really seen or heard the other talk this much. “I don’t want to be like everyone else. I want to stand out and shine above the rest.”

“I think you already do that.” As soon as the words left his lips, Aiden mentally smacked himself, eyes glancing over at the other slyly to see what his reaction was. The surprised look had him feeling extremely embarrassed. 

“Really?” Felix asked and smiled softly. “Thank you. I think you stand out too.” Aiden snorted and shook his head. “In who's world? I'm the most bland and common person in the world.” he muttered. 

“That's not true.” The tone in Felix's voice had Aiden cocking his head in curiosity. “You stand out more than you think.” Felix said with a firm nod. “No matter what you decide, it'll be an amazing piece.”

Aiden would be lying if he said his heart didn't flutter at that statement. He hadn't expected Felix to say such a nice thing to him, and they hadn't really interacted that much. It was very sweet. He really liked it. “Thank you, Felix.” he smiled warmly at the other. “But you certainly stand out far more than I do. And, I think that regardless of what instrument you chose, your piece will be very unique and beautiful. I look forward to hearing it.”

“Thanks.” Felix chuckled and that beautiful sound did absolutely nothing to calming Aiden's racing heart. Honestly, this crush was getting out of hand. “Well, I guess I'll just choose piano, I really do love that instrument.” he said as he grabbed the sign up sheet and started writing down his name. “Decided yet?” he asked. 

“Not yet.” Aiden hummed as he looked at the instruments locked in the storage lockers. “But I'll figure out something.”

“Okay, but don't think too long, you may get locked in here.” Felix teased as he grabbed his bag once done and started for the door. “I'll see you tomorrow, Aiden.” he called and Aiden smiled, waving to him. Left alone in the music, Aiden let out a sigh. 

Okay, what instrument? Something cool. Something that will impress Felix. Shouldn't be too hard. Aiden was hoping to only be there another five minutes, but the decision proved to be harder than he thought. Eventually, though, he settled for an instrument he had only played a few times before and prayed he could make this work.

[malandi]

superhero au thoughts

reigen is trying to make it big as a world class hero and mob is his sidekick

teru is a villain terrorising seasoning city by grave misuse of his powers

examples include: snowstorms to cancel classes because he's not confident he's gonna get an A on the upcoming quiz

earthquake in the neighboring city so his favourite heavy metal band would skip that venue and get to seasoning city early

makeup store robbing sprees because he maxed out his credit card for the month

among other shenanigans

reigen is eventually sent to deal with him but his special lecturing kids move is -9999 effective so he deploys mob

teruki arc proceeds as canon

If this is an aged up au:

mob faces the same dilemma as saitama does and seriously reconsiders his career path

he and teru are the rivals

mob decides he wants to be a vet and quits his hero job

the world is shaken but not as much as teruki who suddenly has no purpose in life anymore

he tries to continue being a villain but the other heroes don't give him the same thrill also he's not in love with them so that sucks

teru and mob cross paths not as their hero/villain alters but teru recognizes him and goes feral

you left me you son of a bitch!!!!!!

after mob yeets him into the sky they have a heart to heart talk about what they really want in life

mob straight up tells him it's not healthy to be too dependent on a person

teru's like oh. then mob wishes him luck

teru decides he wants to be a commoner now, to be a peasant, to be an ordinary person~~~~~~

he romanticises catching the next train, paying the bills and doing groceries so much he sells his mansion and his headquarters and rents a cheap apartment

and gasp mob is his roommate!!!! life could not be better and he and mob do normal people things together like sleeping through the alarm and doing laundry and eating cheap food

he doesn't immediately realize that mob is actually poor and not doing this for the aesthetic

mob is surprised that teru's here and he's a bit weirded out by how happy teru is whenever they're threatened to get kicked out for paying the rent late among other misfortunes

ritshou time:

ritsu always wanted to be a superhero like his brother

his views on heroes are warped because he determines their value based on their powers and not by their morals

he's still afraid of his brothers powers because of how they tend to escape him

the ???% incident still took place

when he awakened his powers he decided to become a villain but infringed on teru's territory who knocked him out with a handshake

claw arc proceeds as is so ritsu is okay now and wants to be his brothers sidekick

he is pissed that reigen calls mob his sidekick and would've challenged him long ago if not for his brother

shou is part of a villain org but he thinks his dad is a super lame villain so he's still gunna betray him

he really really really wants ritsu to be his rival so he messes with him a lot

he uses his invisibility powers to sneak into ritsu's classroom, stand behind his seat then call the teacher names so he would get in trouble

then he'd leave a note in ritsu's locker, something like

had enough? think you can handle more?

shou spreads a rumour that ritsu likes this girl and now everyone thinks ritsu has a girlfriend

ritsu doesn't care enough to address it and now shou feels weird

that plan backfired on him big time

next he ties mob's shoelaces together while he's jogging with the body improvement club

ritsu finally snaps, engages in battle and gets his ass kicked

shou is hyped because he thinks ritsu will seek his revenge

ritsu doesn't

shou posts on the villain forums for advice

there's this super cool hero i want him to be my rival but he won't notice me here's a list of the things I've done what more should i do?

teru replies (he's popular on these forums) god SAME these heroes are so annoying ashkdldofif why won't they hate us back

and serizawa comments there like

speaking as an ex-hero, generally we're not really into making rivals, we're just trying to stop crime, at least that's my take on it

shou and the rest of the super 5 only responds with keyboard smashes

AVDKDLDMRKIE??? hxxkdkdnehbw

on god???? for real is this facts??

that's so unsexy im gajskskdje

touichirou posts heroes are lame and immediately gets banned

teru complains who the hell is that touichirou guy he's like so fucking lame but i see him everywhere with his cold takes and he gets so many upvotes he breaks the previous record

shou is embarrassed. this teru guy was internet famous and made the best villain vlogs. he hates his dad so fucking much

shou time:

shou is a very moral guy but legally speaking? hm

he thinks laws are worthless because of how the government is run

laws only apply to the poor but not to the rich apparently and he just had to lmao on that

that's why he agrees to be a villain

but upon seeing that his dad's just the exact same as the current establishment he's like wtf? what's the purpose of overthrowing the government then?

touichirou:......... i get to be in charge

shou has a breakdown over the fact that his dad is an actual child

then he goes to ritsu for help because you're a hero right uwu? you wanna stop my dad?

ritsus like oh okay let me ask my brother he can clean this up real quick

this was not as planned. shou wanted this to be between him and ritsu only. they'd be a rad, fabulous ass kicking pair and when the romantic night of crimefighting was over maybe ritsu would ask him to join his minecraft server

but he says ok because he's not actually a child like his dad is

personally shou thinks the government should still be overthrown and be replaced by, maybe reigen, mob was the best option but he hasn't even graduated high school yet so that could be a bit of a problem

but anyone's better than his dad so for now he leaves the government uprising alone

serizawa time:

he was fed anti-hero propaganda by touichirou

there were some actual good points there like how the top heroes did things for money and reputation now and how they viewed people as a means to an end instead of actual humans

and threats that his powers would only be abused by the government

but if he joined touichirou he wouldn't be controlled

100% friendship still happens

[blindrapture]

The Mookse and the Gripes.

Let’s read a story, shall we? I’ll put it under a Read More, because I don’t know if I want to drive everyone crazy.

But all those who click the Read More? You’re gonna read a story from Finnegans Wake. This story is but one of two that Shaun includes in his multi-part answer to the eleventh question he heard on the radio, the quiz as a whole constituting the sixth chapter in the first main division of the Wake. The question, as best as I can tell, asks Shaun whether he would care to give money to a beggar. His reply, unlike the replies to literally any of the other questions in the quiz, is extremely defensive. He composes dozens of paragraphs of academic language, qualifying his position again and again, talking down on those who pose the question to him, and then is like “because I don’t think you’ll understand my answer so far, let me really dumb this down, I’ll tell you a fable.” (Then after the fable, he has several more paragraphs talking about the way society works and telling another story altogether before just kinda ending his answer.)

This is that fable. It summarizes Shaun’s perspective on society as a privileged bothsider very well, while also covering some real religious history. And it is one of the easiest parts of the Wake to follow.

Good luck. :D

The Mookse and The Gripes.

Gentes and laitymen, fullstoppers and semicolonials, hybreds and lubberds!

Eins within a space and a wearywide space it wast ere wohned a Mookse. The onesomeness wast alltolonely, archunsitslike, broady oval, and a Mookse he would a walking go (My hood! cries Antony Romeo), so one grandsumer evening, after a great morning and his good supper of gammon and spittish, having flabelled his eyes, pilleoled his nostrils, vacticanated his ears and palliumed his throats, he put on his impermeable, seized his impugnable, harped on his crown and stepped out of his immobile De Rure Albo (socolled becauld it was chalkfull of masterplasters and had borgeously letout gardens strown with cascadas, pintacostecas, horthoducts and currycombs) and set off from Ludstown a spasso to see how badness was badness in the weirdest of all pensible ways.

As he set off with his father’s sword, his lancia spezzata, he was girded on, and with that between his legs and his tarkeels, our once in only Bragspear, he clanked, to my clinking, from veetoes to threetop, every inch of an immortal.

He had not walked over a pentiadpair of parsecs from his azylium when at the turning of the Shinshone Lanteran near Saint Bowery’s-without-his-Walls he came (secunding to the one one oneth of the propecies, Amnis Limina Permanent) upon the most unconsciously boggylooking stream he ever locked his eyes with. Out of the colliens it took a rise by daubing itself Ninon. It looked little and it smelt of brown and it thought in narrows and it talked showshallow. And as it rinn it dribbled like any lively purliteasy: My, my, my! Me and me! Little down dream don’t I love thee!

And, I declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the stream that would be a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but the Gripes? And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been having the juice of his times?

His pips had been neatly all drowned on him; his polps were charging odours every older minute; he was quickly for getting the dresser’s desdaign on the flyleaf of his frons; and he was quietly for giving the bailiff’s distrain on to the bulkside of his cul de Pompe. In all his specious heavings, as be lived by Optimus Maximus, the Mookse had never seen his Dubville brooder-on-low so nigh to a pickle.

Adrian (that was the Mookse now’s assumptinome) stuccstill phiz-à-phiz to the Gripes in an accessit of aurignacian. But Allmookse must to Moodend much as Allrouts, austereways or wastersways, in roaming run through Room. Hic sor a stone, singularly illud, and on hoc stone Seter satt huc sate which it filled quite poposterously and by acclammitation to its fullest justotoryum and whereopum with his unfallable encyclicling upom his alloilable, diupetriark of the wouest, and the athemystsprinkled pederect he always walked with, Deusdedit, cheek by jowel with his frisherman’s blague? Bellua Triumphanes, his everyway addedto wallat’s collectium, for yea longer he lieved yea broader he betaught of it, the fetter, the summe and the haul it cost, he looked the first and last micahlike laicness of Quartus the Fifth and Quintus the Sixth and Sixtus the Seventh giving allnight sitting to Lio the Faultyfindth.

—Good appetite us, sir Mookse! How do you do it? cheeped the Gripes in a wherry whiggy maudelenian woice and the jackasses all within bawl laughed and brayed for his intentions for they knew their sly toad lowry now. I am rarumominum blessed to see you, my dear mouster. Will you not perhopes tell me everything if you are pleased, sanity? All about aulne and lithial and allsall allinall about awn and liseias? Ney?

Think of it! O miserendissimest retempter! A Gripes!

—Rats! bullowed the Mookse most telesphorously, the concionator, and the sissymusses and the zozzymusses in their robenhauses quailed to hear his tardeynois at all for you cannot wake a silken nouse out of a hoarse oar. Blast yourself and your anathomy infairioriboos! No, hang you for an animal rurale! I am superbly in my supremest poncif! Abase you, baldyqueens! Gather behind me, satraps! Rots!

—I am till infinity obliged with you, bowed the Gripes, his whine having gone to his palpruy head. I am still always having a wish on all my extremities. By the watch, what is the time, pace?

Figure it! The pining peever! To a Mookse!

—Ask my index, mund my achilles, swell my obolum, woshup my nase serene, answered the Mookse, rapidly by turning clement, urban, eugenious and celestian in the formose of good grogory humours. Quote awhore? That is quite about what I came on my missions with my intentions laudibiliter to settle with you, barbarousse. Let thor be orlog. Let Pauline be Irene. Let you be Beeton. And let me be Los Angeles. Now measure your length. Now estimate my capacity. Well, sour? Is this space of our couple of hours too dimensional for you, temporiser? Will you give you up? Como? Fuert it?

Sancta Patientia! You should have heard the voice that answered him! Culla vosellina.

—I was just thinkling upon that, swees Mooksey, but, for all the rime on my raisins, if I connow make my submission, I cannos give you up, the Gripes whimpered from nethermost of his wanhope. Ishallassoboundbewilsothoutoosezit. My tumble, loudy bullocker, is my own. My velicity is too fit in one stockend. And my spetial inexshellsis the belowing things ab ove. But I will never be abler to tell Your Honoriousness (here he near lost his limb) though my corked father was bott a pseudowaiter, whose o’cloak you ware.

Incredible! Well, hear the inevitable.

—Your temple, sus in cribro! Semperexcommunicambiambisumers. Tugurios-in-Newrobe or Tukurias-in-Ashies. Novarome, my creature, blievend bleives. My building space in lyonine city is always to let to leonlike Men, the Mookse in a most consistorous allocution pompifically with immediate jurisdiction constantinently concludded (what a crammer for the shapewrucked Gripes!). And I regret to proclaim that it is out of my temporal to help you from being killed by inchies, (what a thrust!), as we first met each other newwhere so airly. (Poor little sowsieved subsquashed Gripes! I begin to feel contemption for him!). My side, thank decretals, is as safe as motherour’s houses, he continued, and I can seen from my holeydome what it is to be wholly sane. Unionjok and be joined to yok! Parysis, tu sais, crucycrooks, belongs to him who parises himself. And there I must leave you subject for the pressing. I can prove that against you, weight a momentum, mein goot enemy! or Cospol’s not our star. I bet you this dozen odd. This foluminous dozen odd. Quas primas—but ’tis bitter to compote my knowledge’s fructos of. Tomes.

Elevating, to give peint to his blick, his jewelled pederect to the allmysty cielung, he luckystruck blueild out of a few shouldbe santillants, a cloister of starabouts over Maples, a lucciolys in Teresa street and a stopsign before Sophy Barratt’s, he gaddered togodder the odds docence of his vellumes, gresk, letton and russicruxian, onto the lapse of his prolegs, into umfullth onescuppered, and sat about his widerproof He proved it well whoonearth dry and drysick times, and vremiament, tu cesses, to the extinction of Niklaus altogether (Niklaus Alopysius having been the once Gripes’s popwilled nimbum) by Neuclidius and Inexagoras and Mumfsen and Thumpsem, by Orasmus and by Amenius, by Anacletus the Jew and by Malachy the Augurer and by the Cappon’s collection and after that, with Cheekee’s gelatine and Alldaybrandy’s formolon, he reproved it ehrltogether when not in that order sundering in some different order, alter three thirty and a hundred times by the binomial dioram and the penic walls and the ind, the Inklespill legends and the rure, the rule of the hoop and the blessons of expedience and the jus, the jugicants of Pontius Pilax and all the mummyscrips in Sick Bokes’ Juncroom and the Chapters for the Cunning of the Chapters of the Conning Fox by Tail.

While that Mooksius with preprocession and with proprecession, duplicitly and diplussedly, was promulgating ipsofacts and sadcontras this raskolly Gripos he had allbust seceded in monophysicking his illsobordunates. But asawfulas he had caught his base semenoyous sarchnaktiers to combuccinate upon the silipses of his aspillouts and the acheporeoozers of his haggyown pneumax to synerethetise with the breadchestviousness of his sweeatovular ducose sofarfully the loggerthuds of his sakellaries were fond at variance with the synodals of his somepooliom and his babskissed nepogreasymost got the hoof from his philioquus.

—Efter thousand yaws, O Gripes con my sheepskins, yow will be belined to the world, enscayed Mookse the pius.

—Ofter thousand yores, amsered Gripes the gregary, be the goat of MacHammud’s, yours may be still, O Mookse, more botheared.

—Us shall be chosen as the first of the last by the electress of Vale Hollow, obselved the Mookse nobily, for par the unicum of Elelijiacks, Us am in Our stabulary and that is what Ruby and Roby fall for, blissim.

The Pills, the Nasal Wash (Yardly’s), the Army Man Cut, as british as bondstrict and as straightcut as when that brokenarched traveller from Nuzuland . . .

—Wee, cumfused the Gripes limply, shall not even be the last of the first, wee hope, when oust are visitated by the Veiled Horror. And, he added: Mee are relying entirely, see the fortethurd of Elissabed, on the weightiness of mear’s breath. Puffut!

Unsightbared embouscher, relentless foe to social and business succes! (Hourihaleine) It might have been a happy evening but . . .

And they viterberated each other, canis et coluber with the wildest ever wielded since Tarriestinus lashed Pissasphaltium.

—Unuchorn!

—Ungulant!

—Uvuloid!

—Uskybeak!

And bullfolly answered volleyball.

Nuvoletta in her lightdress, spunn of sisteen shimmers, was looking down on them, leaning over the bannistars and listening all she childishly could. How she was brightened when Shouldrups in his glaubering hochskied his welkinstuck and how she was overclused when Kneesknobs on his zwivvel was makeacting such a paulse of himshelp! She was alone. All her nubied companions were asleeping with the squirrels. Their mivver, Mrs Moonan, was off in the Fuerst quarter scrubbing the backsteps of Number 28. Fuvver, that Skand, he was up in Norwood’s sokaparlour, eating oceans of Voking’s Blemish. Nuvoletta listened as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one with his constellatria and his emanations stood between, and she tried all she tried to make the Mookse look up at her (but he was fore too adiaptotously farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how coy she could be (though he was much too schystimatically auricular about his ens to heed her) but it was all mild’s vapour moist. Not even her feignt reflection, Nuvoluccia, could they toke their gnoses off for their minds with intrepifide fate and bungless curiasity, were conclaved with Heliogobbleus and Commodus and Enobarbarus and whatever the coordinal dickens they did as their damprauch of papyrs and buchstubs said. As if that was their spiration! As if theirs could duiparate her queendim! As if she would be third perty to search on search proceedings! She tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught her. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like le princesse de la Petite Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms like Mrs Cornwallis-West and she smiled over herself like the beauty of the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the Emperour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born to bride with Tristis Tristior Tristissimus. But, sweet madonine, she might fair as well have carried her daisy’s worth to Florida. For the Mookse, a dogmad Accanite, were not amoosed and the Gripes, a dubliboused Catalick, wis pinefully obliviscent.

I see, she sighed. There are menner.

The siss of the whisp of the sigh of the softzing at the stir of the ver grose O arundo of a long one in midias reeds: and shades began to glidder along the banks, greepsing, greepsing, duusk unto duusk, and it was as glooming as gloaming could be in the waste of all peacable worlds. Metamnisia was allsoonome coloroform brune; citherior spiane an eaulande, innemorous and unnumerose. The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear. The Gripes had light ears left yet he could but ill see. He ceased. And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neversoever so dusk of both of them. But still Moo thought on the deeps of the undths he would profoundth come the morrokse and still Gri feeled of the scripes he would escipe if by grice he had luck enoupes.

Oh, how it was duusk! From Vallee Maraia to Grasyaplaina, dormimust echo! Ah dew! Ah dew! It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. O! O! O! Par la pluie!

Then there came down to the thither bank a woman of no appearance (I believe she was a Black with chills at her feet) and she gathered up his hoariness the Mookse motamourfully where he was spread and carried him away to her invisible dwelling, thats hights, Aquila Rapax, for he was the holy sacred solem and poshup spit of her boshop’s apron. So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew all along. And there came down to the hither bank a woman to all important (though they say that she was comely, spite the cold in her heed) and, for he was as like it as blow it to a hawker’s hank, she plucked down the Gripes, torn panicky autotone, in angeu from his limb and cariad away its beotitubes with her to her unseen shieling, it is, De Rore Coeli. And so the poor Gripes got wrong; for that is always how a Gripes is, always was and always will.be. And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. And there were left now an only elmtree and but a stone. Polled with pietrous, Sierre but saule. O! Yes! And Nuvoletta, a lass.

Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. She cancelled all her engauzements. She climbed over the bannistars; she gave a childy cloudy cry: Nuée! Nuée! A lightdress fluttered. She was gone. And into the river that had been a stream (for a thousand of tears had gone eon her and come on her and she was stout and struck on dancing and her muddied name was Missisliffi) there fell a tear, a singult tear, the loveliest of all tears (I mean for those crylove fables fans who are ‘keen’ on the prettypretty commonface sort of thing you meet by hopeharrods) for it was a leaptear. But the river tripped on her by and by, lapping as though her heart was brook: Why, why, why! Weh, O weh! I’se so silly to be flowing but I no canna stay!

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you are both silly! i am a goat! 🐐🐐🐐

well taskmaster has always had an art theme — you may have noticed the taskmaster’s portraits in past seasons:

so it seems this series has an “anime” kind of theme, hence the screen, for example. this is pretty standard — you can see in s4 when they did van gogh that there are sunflowers on the table behind hugh. just a little extra way to spice things up!

i thought it was fun! i definitely wasn’t as pessimistic as a lot of other people because i knew joe thomas, iain stirling, and paul sinha would definitely be endearing (i know people were/are on the fence about lou sanders, and i didn’t know sian gibson before tm) and 3/5 is good enough for me, so i’m glad it turned out the group has decent chemistry so far. i loved seeing iain get worked up about the puppets for example; this was the biggest downfall of s6 imo: they just accepted all of the decisions the taskmaster made without really caring how things turned out. i love when there’s a bit of competitive tension! probably why i liked s2 so much, since almost all of them were really points hungry >:) i think this will be a super pleasant series, i’m looking forward to the rest 🖤❤️

ps. it’s not new taskmaster season without a little thirst!! fly that freak flag anon!

that doesn’t surprise me at all, though i never thought of it myself. jen aniston has always been pretty hoighty-toighty, but maybe not in such an endearing way as victoria. but i really enjoy the comparison 😂

oh anon you fell into the pit...welcome... i think i have exactly what you need right now: just desserts!

i’m sorry too anons :((( it’s bittersweet but honestly i have been so impressed by his acting recently (especially journey’s end and howards end) and would be elated to see him really pursuing that more seriously as a matured actor. he really, really has the talent and the more effort he puts into it, the more we will hopefully get to be witness to that! plus this might mean another female host and i would love to see that! we were luck to get so many great years out of him 💙

i don’t anon, but why not use a youtube proxy? there are so many, i use this one on eu4

HAHAHA you think?? hmm interesting... he’s done so many programmes with dara, and i wonder if anyone would describe dara as “witless”? that said, dara was all over the place at that time. who knows, and dm may have even changed his mind since then! i could never imagine him being friends with someone like micky flanagan but alas! as he gets older, he becomes more and more unbothered...and i kind of like it :’)

have you seen james & jupp? sooooo fun and adorable, what an underrated brotp! (three of these files are .mkv so you need to download to watch)

hahaha i haven’t had time to watch it but i promise i’ll let you know when i do! maybe i’ll even make some gifs for it if it’s good quality? i’m so glad to hear you think it’s good! the cast is epic 💘💘

ps. inb4 where can i watch ghosts (oops too late)

live footage of me watching ass sandwich, roisin going in on piers morgan while he tries to defend himself, and ian hislop vs. john prescott:

i’m sorry to disappoint but i promise more vcm content is on its way! the queen reigns!

i will never close the floodgates but what you’ve written is honestly just plain sweet, not the perverted and sinful thirst that some of these animals think is appropriate to anonymously message me at 2pm on a tuesday

hahaha oh anon but he has been kissed! here and here for example, and who could forget a sweet peck from an original panel show otp

they’re quickly becoming my followers’ favourite brotp tbh 😂

oh you’re sweet anon, thank you 💛 i hope the new era of the news quiz can be just as witty and wholesome as it has been with miles, and i wish all the newcomers luck because it really is a welcoming and good programme!

no idea anon! it would surprise me if he hadn’t since he’s been an actor for a long time, but you’d have to ask him ;)

richard says a lot of things just because he wants to be the only one to have said them. of course no comedians came out and said the lineup for tm s8 looked like shit (comparatively), so richard did. of course no comedians asked an interviewee if they wanted a hand made out of ham, so he did did. this is really typical richard behaviour, and tbh i see why some people find it offputting. when it’s completely surreal, and he’s getting comedians to talk about things you could never imagine hearing them talk about, i’m all in and i think it’s a hilarious waste of time. but when it crosses over into the real world, where richard is giving out his political opinions or begging comedians to get him on tv, he just has no tact. sometimes he strikes a good balance and other times he doesn’t. i thought frankie hated him a while back and it might have resolved itself (like it may have with corden), but apparently not lmao (that is a great interview btw and i can’t get over how eloquent he is in his defense of female comedians...i love him...). but i’m glad your positive spin on this ask is that miles can save anything, because i agree and would like to add that spin to this response, hehe! i imagine the reasons frankie hates richard are the same reasons he loves miles ;)

well i’ve seen cold lasagna live three times, so what he said on rhlstp compared to what he explains in that show was really disappointing to me. i understand he couldn’t get into everything that had happened and is currently happening, or do the routine there, but it sounded like he only mentioned “i was suicidal lol” and didn’t really give any context to how he’s been doing (which is not great, unfortunately). obviously it’s not our place to demand information about his personal life, and i wouldn’t want to, but to just briefly mention something like that and then gloss over any details or context seemed like a big misstep to me — tonally and otherwise — and richard clearly didn’t know how to deal with it despite doing a half-decent job with stephen fry a couple of years ago. not that any of us have much faith in richard as a serious interviewer lmao. then they didn’t even brighten the mood much by talking about taskmaster (which richard berated), off menu, or doing many emergency questions... it felt really short and shallow, and i actually found it quite boring ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

you need to see this immediately as an induction into this blog’s official religion whose only deity is The Great Sandi Toksvig

i don’t see it coming up in the usual places — just go here and make a request, and i’m sure you’ll have it by the end of the night :)

anon i think about this EVERY SINGLE DAY!!! i think my first choice would be the same team on bfq tbh but seeing them on the same series of taskmaster would probably change my life. but honestly i’m SO thirsty for this i will take anything. even just david on the new heresy...please god......

lmaooo anon i still laugh about this to this day. i wish i could ask you a million questions about real life father sean lock but i’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate people harassing his kids’ friends for details about his private life lmao i’m just glad to hear he sounds like a good dad and he’s a nice guy!! you’re always free to let him know that we here on the interwebz love him to death

i can’t say for sure anon... i like that she’s so willing to speak up on big panels and take advantage of being thrown to, because a lot of women and/or newbies tend to be polite in this respect and speak briefly when it’s “their turn”. but i really need to see more before i could form an opinion!

hello anon, this is the new world order tag. to be fair, it’s not a panel show, so it’s not very high priority for me, though i do watch it. always been a big fan of frankie!

nope!

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