#he’s so cute he’s so funny i can’t stop thinking about that dweeb

[golurker]

hmm i think i like him

[hargrove-mayfields]

Lover, Lover, Number 9

Second day of HWOL!! Today’s prompt was Love Potion!! Read here or on my ao3 @ej_writer

Word Count: 4,593

Rating: T

Warnings: Non-Consensual Touching (Pretty much blink and you miss it and very non-explicit. It happens while a person(s) is under the influence of a love potion.)

It’s all Max’s fault, honest.

For the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, Billy’s been trying to pick the best person to be his date. Not that Valentine’s was really that important to him, per se, but he’d made a bet.

His step sister, the little brat, had made a wager that if he didn’t have himself a date by the fourteenth of February, he’d be forced to drive her everywhere she wanted to go for a whole year.

There was no way he was about to fork over that much of his time to some snotty middle schoolers, but finding someone he’s willing to go out with, a condition of Max’s bet was that it couldn’t just be a hookup, ended up being a lot harder than he anticipated.

Before he knew it, there were only two days left before he either got a date, or subjected himself to the dweeb-orama gang.

He tried to ask Carol, since Tommy dumped her right before the big day and she seemed to be into him, or at least how his ass looked in his jeans, but she tells him she doesn’t want to deal with the drama. So he tries Tommy, but he wants commitment and feels like Billy’s just in it to best Max, which, yeah, he sort of is. Everyone else follows the same pattern, can’t keep up with his reputation, can’t trust him in a relationship, on and on and on.

It’s over breakfast one morning, as he groggily makes him and his sister both a bowl of cereal, that Max asks him, “Why don’t you just ask Steve?”

Billy acts unphased, doesn’t even bother to look at her. “Steve who?”

“C’mon stupid.” His sister rolls her eyes and drags a bowl over towards herself. “Everyone knows you like Steve Harrington.”

“Do not.” He shovels a mouthful of cereal in his mouth.

“Right. Lemme guess, you don’t eat like a pig either?”

“Very funny.” He fixes her with a glare. “I’m serious shitbird, just because I like him doesn’t mean I like him.”

She nods and agrees. “Sure.”

“And just because he's nice to me doesn’t mean I have to have the hots for him.”

“If you insist.” Her bottom lip juts out as she agrees with overemphasis.

“What is your problem?” He snaps.

“I’m just agreeing with you. You don’t like Steve Harrington.” There’s a mischievous smile darkening her sweet face as she tells him matter-of-factly, “But, if you’re really desperate, I know a way to get him to like you.”

And Billy already knows what she means, of course the little shit would suggest something like that. “Nuh-uh. No way, I am not using magic.”

“Why not? Clearly you need it.”

“Because I can do it on my own, brat. Just don’t want to.” He's too defensive for it to not be true and they both know it, so before he lets a thirteen year old do anymore damage to his ego, he adds, “Can't deal with your bull this early.”

Max looks at him all smug like, her eyebrows raised as she hides a knowing smile behind her cereal bowl, but she does let it go, if not just to watch her step brother stew in silent annoyance. She’d gotten under his skin so easy, and she thought it was funny.

Her step brother, on the other hand, does not, and narrows his eyes at her, practically snarling at the look on her face. “Shut up.”

“I wasn’t even saying anything!” She bites back.

Billy grumbles and dumps his bowl in the sink, and leaves to his room to avoid babysitting his sister.

He’s starting to realize that Max had set him up. The real reason she made the stupid bet wasn’t to torture him with driving her and her nerds around, but because she thought she could hook him up with Steve.

But that doesn’t matter, because he's not pining after Steve Harrington, no matter what his little sister says.

Sure, Steve had invited him over to his place a few times, but that was just a courtesy since they were friends from basketball. And it didn’t matter that he happened to be the prettiest boy Billy ever laid eyes on, with his soft hair the color of chestnut and his doe eyes just as dark, and his long nose and his pretty red lips and-

Okay, maybe he was a little into Harrington, but again, he wasn’t going out with his best friend just because his step sister dared him to.

He can’t just call the bet off, but he’s not willing to lose either. The clock was ticking, Valentine’s Day getting closer and closer, so he’d just have to settle on somebody soon.

Admittedly, it would make things a lot easier just to cheap out and use magic, after all, he’d been trying and failing to get a date for weeks, but that could be dangerous, and Billy’s been barred from using his powers for a few years now anyways.

His father was ashamed to have a freak for a son, so ever since Max and her mother came around, he wasn’t actually supposed to use any magic at all anymore, not even for the most insignificant of things. Hell, with how tight of a leash Neil kept on him, his step sister wasn’t even technically supposed to know he’d inherited the knack from his mother.

He doesn’t really listen to that rule, but there’s no way for Neil to keep tabs on that kind of thing, so he still puts a charm on his and his sisters bedroom doors every night to keep unwanted guests out, and he still uses spells for his convenience whenever he can get away with it.

In all honesty, he could do without that stuff. Incantations were boring, spells were too basic. His favorite, the one thing he misses having the liberty to do, that’s got to be potions.

Before his mother’d left him behind, ran off to live the uninhibited life of a free spirit every witch dreamed of having, she had been very proud that Billy had taken after her in his powers, and in his skill for potion making especially.

They would make them together a lot of the time, huddled up down in the basement when his dad wasn’t home so she could show him the ropes and teach him all the recipes she knew.

He’d caught on real quick, well enough that she didn’t need to hover after the first few attempts at one type. Sometimes he wishes he’d been less proficient for just a little longer, so she’d have had a reason to stay and keep helping him.

Among their most common to make though were potions of luck and protection, elixirs, anything positive really. His mother may have also, on occasion, made a more powerful potion, one to keep under the pillows, in a flask on her hip, to spike her husband's coffee with every morning, just so Neil couldn’t hurt her or her son, but Billy was sworn to secrecy on that one.

Under his bed he still had a trunk full to bursting with everything of his mothers’ he had been able to keep, including their already prepared potions. Rows and rows of intricate crystal bottles, some still full to the top while others had only a few drops left, depending on how useful they were, all neatly displayed along with the rest of the memories of his mother.

She absolutely never allowed him to make anything dangerous, the first thing she ever taught him was to always keep hate out of his magic, so she’d let him practice more complicated and powerful potions with something a little less destructive.

Something like love potions.

It becomes his sort of trademark, the earthy smell of rose hips and cinnamon clinging to his skin from hours bent over their big cauldron they kept stored away. Even now, without having brewed anything for almost a year since they’d moved houses, it still lingered, like an aura.

They made up for some of his best work, the hardest of the love potions coming easier to him than the easiest of the medicinal ones. The best he’d ever made was a platonic love potion that his mom let him use the teensiest drop of to stop a fight between his friends at school, and to this day he was still proud of that one.

His mom had always said it made sense that that would be where he excelled, loving with his whole heart was just in his nature, and his craft was the reflection of that. In the same sense, it comes as no surprise when he’d stopped being able to brew anything stronger than potpourri after she’d walked out on him and broke that big heart right in two.

He didn’t know if keeping every of the potions that he made was genuinely because of their potential usefulness, like he tried to convince himself, or if it was a way to hold onto a time when he was still good at what he did. A time when he was happy.

Were he going to use one of those potions he kept stashed away, as Max had not so subtly suggested, he knows exactly which one he would choose. Not number six, not number twenty-seven, he would need number nine.

Not that he would, because he refuses to use his magic for petty relationships. Yet another thing his mom had drilled into him from the start was to never use his gift to take advantage of other people.

But then another day passes, and Billy's got to at least consider it, if not only for the sake of him not having to provide chauffeuring services to his least favorite bratpack.

In all reality, it wouldn’t be so bad to date Steve, he was nice enough and cute enough, but he feels they were sort of of the same polarity. They could get along just fine now, but there was some force, some energy between the two that kept them apart.

For every step they take forward, say, Steve agreeing to keep his magical secret from the moment they met, they have to take one back.

That fact had been well established in his mind since the moment he noticed himself making heart eyes; he and Steve just weren’t going to work out. Not after months of oblivious pigtail pulling, not after pushing Steve out of his own social circle, and definitely not after their fist fight in November.

Billy thinks he takes rejection from Tommy and Carol and everyone else in stride, but Steve wasn’t like them. The relationship they already had teetered on the line between rivals and friends, always one argument away from going back to that place, and Billy’s unwilling to lose that constant.

Of course, he wouldn’t have to worry about rejection and ruining friendships if he used magic.

But that was wrong. Number 9 was the strongest of the strong. It was said that it was powerful enough to make oil and water mix, but even then its effects only lasted for exactly twenty minutes. The jig’d be up quick, and his pretty boy would be right back to hating him.

There was always the slightest chance too that it were brewed just right, and Steve would love him forever, the bond that would form between them the moment he drank from Billy’s magic maybe enough to last, despite their differences. It wasn’t guaranteed to turn out bad, so maybe, just maybe, he’d give it a shot.

Godammit, had Max gotten in his head.

~~~~~

Billy knows he’s an idiot, a complete and total dumbass for showing up to the party with a crystal vial in his pocket, but he can’t help it.

There’s no guarantee he’s even going to use it, it’s just in his pocket as a sort of security blanket. He doesn’t even catch a glimpse of Steve anywhere among the crowd, so he sees no harm in it.

Well, at least not until someone, he’d have to guess it was Tommy, slips a hand into the pocket of Billy’s jacket, apparently able to sense a bottle from a mile away, and steals it. Like it’s just his own secret stash of alcohol instead of the most powerful piece of magic he’d sure as hell ever owned, let alone to have ever been used in Hawkins, a traditionalist town known for its distinct lack of witchcraft.

Only he doesn’t notice that it’s been swiped, not until he catches a glimpse of the gentle pink glow that only he could see in someone else’s hand from across the room, hovering just inches above the punch bowl.

He’d like to think he’s pretty powerful in his craft, he'd been raised by a witch who’d in her time been strong enough to get kicked out of her coven for threatening the High Priest, but in that moment he just sort of freezes.

There’s an infinite number of spells he could’ve used; he knows how to stop time, how to recall objects, and about a thousand and one other handy little ways to stop the vial from being overturned into that bowl.

And yet, his brain freezes up, and before he can do anything about it, there’s a thick fog rolling off of the bowl, and the air smells sweet and sticky like ladies perfume, and the liquid is shining all bright pink.

Billy is officially screwed.

It’s one thing for a single person to drink a love potion, but mixing it with any other liquid? That shit turned into a weapon.

He knows he’s not gonna make it in time, but he’s at least gotta try to stop it, get people as far away from it as possible. He muscles his way across the room, pushing past the crowd of teenagers to try to get to it first. “Nobody fucking touch the punch.”

But his voice calling over the crowd draws their attention to him, and there’s at least fifty hollow gazes fixed right on him. Judging by the looks on their faces, the pinpoint pupils and the awe stricken smiles, he’s too late.

There’s one breathless moment where Billy realizes what's about to happen and tries to back away before all hell breaks loose, but all at once they all surge forward trying to get their hands on him.

Momma didn’t stick around long enough to teach him how to discharge a potion, and he wasn’t going to make it the whole twenty minutes in this herd. The front door is his only escape.

It’s so dark in the room, other than the light from the potion’s ambience, that he can’t make out who’s who, whose lips those are on his neck, whose hands are on his hips and tangled up in his hair, so he just trudges forward as best he can, trying to shake each person off, only to get another wrapped around him.

But, in the magic induced state, they’re strong, and they don’t want to let him go. Fingernails dig into his skin, arms wrap tight around his waist, any way they can hold onto him to try keep him from moving any closer to that door, they do.

It’s like walking in gelatin, so many people trying to stop him, and it takes him way longer than it should, but he makes it to the door.

Before he can open it, someone’s pushing his back up against it and reaching a hand up under his shirt. Another someone presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He feels blindly for the door knob and gets it in his hand after a few attempts, the ordeal being all the harder when there were so many people who wanted those hands on them, and twists it.

The rush of cold air from outside and the lights from the streetlight on the sidewalk helps a little to dilute the strength of the potion, weakening just enough the grip of those under his influence that he can wriggle out and slam the door shut behind him.

He keeps his back pressed against it, his arms holding on to either side of the door frame as tight as he could so nobody else can get out. Checking his watch, there were still about seven more minutes until the potion would wear off.

He could see the faintest glow of pink light shining from under the door and behind the curtains on the front window, and he thought about what they were doing without him. Probably talking about how he was the coolest, the ones who’d gotten their hands on him bragging.

No one but him would remember what happened anyways.

To make his escape, wait out the rest of the potion's effects, and hightail it before anybody remembered he was even here, well, that would have just been too easy. Because this is Billy Hargrove, so of course, at that very moment, who would approach the house but Steve fucking Harrington.

“Hargrove?” He looks confusedly up at Billy, and climbs a few of the porch steps to ask him, “What’re you doin’ out here man?”

“Party’s a bummer. Thinking ‘bout ditching.” The nonchalance he’s able to portray in his voice is in direct contrast with the way his hair is frizzed out and his clothes are all messy from what happened inside.

Steve doesn’t seem to pay it any mind though, because he offers him a smile, and responds to Billy like this situation didn’t look weird at all, with him sprawled out over the door and in such bad shape. “Mind if I join you? Wasn’t really looking forward to all the people tonight anyways.”

“Uh, if you give me,” Billy turns his wrist, still not letting go of the door, and reads the time on his watch again, “three and a half minutes, then we can blow.”

Steve leans a little to try to see in the window. “Is somethin’ going on?”

“Nothin’, nothin’ just uh, told Tom I’d stay ‘til quarter after.” It’s a bullshit excuse, Steve already knows he and Tommy aren’t even that close, but Billy just focuses on counting down the seconds and doesn’t think too much about it. “And…. we’re good.”

“You are so weird, dude.” Steve remarks while he waits for Billy on the steps. He looks back over his shoulder when they’re walking away but visibly shrugs it off. “Did you drive?”

“You know I don’t park my baby on the street.” His prized Camaro had yet to make an appearance at one of these parties, for a platitude of reasons, but the main one being that he might have to break his mother’s golden rule and put a curse on someone if his beauty got so much as a scratch.

“Figures.” Steve remarked. He didn’t think the Camaro was all that, thought it was too loud and too fast.

His BMW isn’t too far off, showing up late meant he had to take a street spot instead of cramming into the driveway, but that only made it easier to get out.

While he starts it up, he asks Billy, “Where are we going? I picked last time.”

“Far away from here as possible.” He mutters in response.

Before he pulls away from the curb, Steve asks, “Did something happen, Bills? You’re acting all, weird.” There was genuine concern laced into his voice, none of that playfulness that they usually had.

But for Billy, anything would be better than having to own up to what had happened. He’d have to admit to the whole, desperate for love, he used a potion he made when he was seven to try to make Steve Harrington fall for him, and that was not ideal, to put it simply.

Only, he felt obligated to explain, because he knew what Steve was thinking had happened. He knew too much about the sorts of things Billy told not a single other soul.

His magic was one thing. Where nobody was really supposed to know Hawkins got a new spell caster for the first time in ages, Steve had some grandma or someone who was a witch and had recognized that shit in a heartbeat.

Observational skills like that, it was no surprise he’d figured out the truth about his father too. About where the bruises and the scars came from.

So he knows that’s what Steve’s thinking right now, that Billy’s acting off because of something his dad did, and it would feel wrong not to tell him the truth, to be pitied when nothing even happened this time. Still, he’s not exactly thrilled about having to confess about the potion.

“Someone brought a fucking Number 9 to the party.” Billy flips the sun visor down to see himself in the little mirror there. There’s kiss marks all over him that he tries to rub off with his sleeve, but the leather doesn’t do much but make the skin flush.

“Shit, not a number nine.” Steve says it like he’s confident in it, but his gaze keeps flickering over to Billy to gauge his reaction. It’s clear that he has no idea what he’s talking about. “What's- what’s number nine?”

Billy snorts and explains, “Only the strongest love potion out there. Went straight into the punch.”

He doesn’t have much of a grip on the magical world, but he knew enough to guess that was a problem. “What kind of a dipstick would bring that?”

Billy stopped wiping at his face and looked over at Steve with that ‘come on, stupid’ look on his face. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe the only dipstick who walked away from the place covered in fucking lipstick.”

“Really?” There’s a teasing tone in his voice, like a parent who found out there kid had a crush, and it makes Billy want to sock him. “And who does Billy Hargrove need a love potion for?”

“For you.” It takes all the courage he has, but he admits it. His eyes flicker nervously between Steve and everywhere else, waiting for his response.

And what he gets is, “Pfft. You know I don’t need magic to get the ladies.” Let it be known that no one ever accused Steve of being the brightest.

As if he hadn’t noticed that Steve was a skeezer. As if his heart hadn’t already been broken a thousand times over because of it. “Yeah, no shit.”

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, but maybe a little bit in denial too. “Then why’d you bring me a love potion?”

“Steve.” It sounds like a plea, an exhausted attempt to get him to understand, but Steve isn’t in on it.

“What?” Billy just sort of raises his eyebrows in response, and something about it makes it click in Steve’s head.

His mouth forms an ‘o’ shape, and when he speaks again, his voice is all breathless, “You were going to use it on me?”

“Doesn’t take a genius.” And that’s the end of it.

They don’t talk about it. Steve drives them out to the quarry in silence, occasionally looking over at Billy like he wants to say something, but doesn’t.

As soon as they get there, before Steve’s even got the chance to put the bimmer in park, Billy’s out of the car and sitting on the edge of the rocky lookout.

He needs a smoke, needs the burning in his lungs to distract him from the weight of what he had just admitted to Steve. His hands are shaking as he fumbles with a match, trying and failing to light the cigarette on three different matches before he decides to give up.

Steve taps his shoulder and hands Billy his zippo before sitting down next to him. “You didn’t have to.”

Billy lights it up and takes a long drag, giving Steve back his light with a cigarette as thanks, filling his lungs with as much smoke as he can before he can respond. “Have to what?”

“Try to use magic on me.” Steve’s staring down at his hands, calculating every last word he says. “You could’ve just asked.”

“Yeah, I know Harrington. It was creepy. Just drop it.” There’s a sharpness in that tone that hasn’t been there for months, and it makes the both of them wince.

Steve explains himself, hurt by the coldness, “No, I think it’s sweet! I mean, that you would do that for me.”

“Get over yourself. Was just messin’ around, wanted to see if I could do it.” That’s what gives him away. Billy was too sure of his own prowess for that to be all of it, and so Steve decides to press him for the truth.

“Don’t you want to know what I would’ve said though, if you asked me?”

“Honestly? No.” He really, really does.

Steve pretends like he doesn’t hear that and tells him anyways. “I like you Billy.”

It hitches his breath to hear that, but Billy’s got to be rational. “Yeah? You like me or the cinnamon?”

Steve’s face scrunches up in confusion. “What?”

“It’s an ingredient in the potion, Steve. Do you mean it or did you get a whiff of that shit somehow?” He still doesn’t look at him, just stares down at the churning water, and it registers with Steve that he doesn’t want to see absent admiration, pinpoint pupils, any sign that this isn’t real.

So he assures him, his voice as soft as it can be, “I mean it. I really really like you, and if you’re not gonna believe me, then- then I guess I’ll just have to prove it.“

Who would’ve expected Steve to make the first move? Stumbling, bumbling Steve Harrington, the one to lean in first. But he is, it’s him who uses those long fingers to turn Billy’s face towards his and presses their lips together.

If, you know, there wasn’t a more pressing matter at hand, like the fact that the boy he’d just tried to use love magic on was kissing him without the assistance of said magic, Billy might’ve been a little disappointed in himself to not be the one to initiate it.

But they’d have time for that argument later, about who did what when, right now his mind was more focused on not just sitting there, on moving his lips against the other boys and

It feels like forever before Steve pulls away to put a hand on the back of Billy’s head so he can bring their foreheads together.

Steve’s breathless as he says, “Wanted to do that since the first time I saw you in the parking lot.”

“Good. Didn’t want to have to brew any more.” Billy says without a hint of seriousness.

Steve nudges him with his elbow. “I’m trying to be romantic, you ass.”

“No seriously, hibiscus is super hard to come by around here, couldn’t afford to waste any on you.”

Crossing his arms, Steve fixes Billy with a stern look that makes him laugh.

“M’only teasin’ ya pretty boy.” He crumples his cigarette into the asphalt and puts his hand on Steve’s knee. “Kiss me like that again, would ya?”

And he does. Every time Billy asks, Steve’ll kiss him just like that first time, soft and gentle and sweet in a way he’s never had, no magic required.

Needless to say, Billy definitely won that bet.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Make Me Love You || Frat Boy!Tom [three]

Pairing: Frat Boy!Tom x Student!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of sex (always), mentions of toxic masculinity, men controlling women, bullying, feminism and Tom’s dyslexia

Word Count: 5,117

Author’s Note: Here’s part threeeee, I kinda hated the chapter until I edited it haha, but the teaser I feel like did the best out of all three so… idk. I hope you guys like it though. Lemme know what you think!

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Fate has a funny way of throwing you signals and signs to do something. The morning after the game and your breakfast date with Tom, you discovered that the class you and Ivey had together that you mentioned to Tom, was in fact the one he had with Harrison. Setting up shop in the back of the room, you and Ivey talked for the time being before Harrison entered and Tom followed, doing a double take from his observation at the floor to confirm it was you sat beside your roommate. Your cheeks flushed before they both approached, Harrison kissing Ivey and greeting you before he sits beside her, Tom squeezing past the three of you to sit on your left side. You pay him no mind for a few seconds before he leans in to ask you for a pen he definitely doesn’t need, but it gives him something to break the ice about. Glancing at him, you give a soft smile before offering the one in your hand and fishing another from your bag for yourself. 

You and Tom tiptoe around each other for the hour and fifteen minute class, two times a week, glancing at each other every once in a while, giving giddy, awkward smiles and soft laughs when one catches the other looking.  He bumps your shoulder as the four of you walk out in twos that first day, sighing and tucking his binder under his arm as you reach up to hold the straps of your backpack,

“Wild that the class we were talking about sharing with these dweebs would be the exact same English class.” He says, eyes widening dramatically. You smile up at him, giggling after a moment, 

“Isn’t it? Now I get to see you every Monday and Wednesday until what, the middle of December?” You tease. He hums, 

“I think I could live with that.” He mutters. You click your tongue, cocking your head, 

“Like you have a choice Mr.” You whisper back. He’s never had a woman, especially one that he likes, as defiant and cocky as you in his life. He loves it, its sexy and intoxicating. You’re so fucking beautiful in so many ways and he can’t get over it. Especially when he sees you every other day, is faced with having to introduce you to the class for an icebreaker activity, have you introduce him to the class for the same activity with projection and confidence. The way you describe him makes him sound more interesting and sweet than he actually is. But for two whole weeks, he sees this new side of you; sees how you’re dressed, how you act, how you normally operate and he’s into it. He loves how interested you look in whatever topic is presented in class, whatever information you’re being given and he finds that he watches you and your reactions more than paying attention to the course material, and Harrison catches onto it, unknowingly to Tom. 

After almost three weeks of getting comfortable being around each other so much, both boys pack up their stuff early on a somewhat shiny Wednesday afternoon, quietly exiting the room with apologies to the professor who smiles and waves them off. Once class is dismissed, you follow Ivey, frowning as she leads you in the opposite direction of her car,

“Uhm…  where are we going?” You pose. She smiles as she turns to look at you, trotting along the sidewalk towards main campus, 

“Club rush is today. Where do you think the guys went?” She replies. You nod, following her into the tree covered quad, towering buildings shielding the various tents from the sun. You look around at the different clubs set up in the grass, wandering for a few minutes, stopping in at all the clubs you could see yourself involved in. Ivey drops in to the conjoined sorority that neighbors Psi Sigma Tau to say hi to the girls who all welcome you just as the boys and your roommates had. By the time you move on to the frat house’s booth, both of the interesting boys not in attendance, and down further to the sports clubs, Ivey has a wide smile plastered across her face when she sees Harrison and Tom informing a few freshmen on the club’s purpose. Tom glances up when he sees a flash of movement, looking you over for a moment before his eyes land on you and he gives a slight smile. You return it before crossing your arms and listening in, standing off to the side with Ivey. 

“You can get your volunteer hours for helping some of the under experienced people in the club if you’ve had previous experience and if not, you can just put on a resume or whatever you need that you were involved in a sports club which is pretty equivalent to an academic club." 

"You still get that social aspect jobs and such look for.” Tom interjects on Harrison’s informational rant. There’s more chatter back and forth before the small group takes pamphlets and turns to head off with quick thanks, the boys’ attention averting to the both of you, 

“Ladies.” Tom greets as you approach their booth. You smile, uncrossing your arms as you look over the various papers on their table, 

“I didn’t know this was a thing.” You inform. Tom smiles and nods, 

“Yup, its non-professional, non-competitive golf. You know how to play?” He asks. You lick your lips and shake your head, a blush covering your cheeks gently,

“Remember us talking about how good you did at the game the other day and how I didn’t know much?” You pose softly, shyly. He chuckles softly, nodding,

“I do. S'alright, here, come here. I’ll let you shoot one.” He holds his hand out, letting you hesitantly take it after you glance between Ivey and Harrison. Pulling a club from the bag beside him, Tom curls his hand around yours and pulls you behind the table with him to the small makeshift golf course behind the table. He hands you the club, stepping back to watch you pose before he steps up, 

“Bend your knees just a little, don’t look so tense. It’s alright.” He reassures, letting you do as your told before he places his hands on his hips, licking his lips, giving an almost teasing smile as you glance over your shoulder cutely, innocently at him, 

“Do you mind if I… help?” He asks, gesturing out to you. You shake your head, straightening up before he moves himself behind you, arms wrapped around your body, hands placed over yours on the wrapped end of the club. Ivey and Harrison glance at each other with knowing looks as Tom’s knees gently bump your own, bending them before he brings your arms closer to your chest, hands holding yours in the correct area. You’re convinced he can hear or feel your heartbeat with his chest pressed to your back and you’re thanking the gods that your already clammy palms are turned downward, into the club. You can feel your cheeks flush as he guides your whole body, one of his hands leaving yours for a moment to guide your eyes down to the golf ball in the tee rather than anything else including the hole, people wandering, and his whole body wrapped around you. You look down at the ball before he squeezes your hands, guiding you in hitting it. It rolls to the small hole the boys made, dropping in. Tom hums, 

“See, easy. You wanna try it by yourself?” He asks, stepping back. You nod, turning to look at him. He nods back before walking to fetch the ball, coming to stand before you and set it in the tee again. He steps back and watches you, hands on his hips again. You do all the correct movements he’s just taught you moments ago before you hit the ball, Tom watching it roll just short of the hole. He smiles and nods when you turn to look at him, somewhat proud smile on his face,

“That was good. Good job. Give it another go, see if you can get it in.” He says, walking with you to just before the hole, watching you get into position again before nudging the ball forward to roll in the hole,

“Nice. Very good. You’ve just got to work on thrust. Hit it a little too light that first time.” He tells you, taking the club from you. Your fingers touch and you swear there’s a spark that ignites, your heart pumping loudly in your ears. You smile and nod as the both of you walk back to the table, you walking around it as Tom sighs, 

“If you sign up for the club, I can give you private lessons some time.” He informs, smiling at you. Harrison, and Ivey laugh, 

“Funny, I think you’ve said that to me.” Ivey jokes, pointing accusingly at Harrison who shrugs, holding his hands up, 

“It works." 

"Yeah, but instead of actually giving you golf tips, the privacy is used for taking your pants off and working their magic.” Ivey informs, the both of you giggling. You look up at Tom, eyes singled in on his somewhat expectant face. His eyes wander your own face, the noise around you seeming to dissipate as he awaits your answer. And suddenly you speak, 

“I’ll think about it. I dunno if I’ll have time for this kinda stuff.” You inform softly, Tom’s lashes fluttering at the small gesture that holds such insinuation. And you didn’t blatantly turn it down. And damn if Tom isn’t interested. 

“Well you can wait to sign up. You don’t really have to sign up here, especially with how much we see you. You can just… show for a few sessions and such and… get some lessons if you want.” Tom informs, crossing his arms with a shrug. You nod, 

“Maybe… dunno yet Holland.” He smiles, tucking the club away, 

“What else are you guys gonna do?” Harrison asks Ivey, breaking the momentary silence. She shrugs, 

“Go home, dunno what else to do. You can come pick me up later though, if you want to and we can go out.” She tells him. He nods, smiling softly. Tom clears his throat, 

“Y/N, you wanna… help me out a little with English? Like… they can drop us off at the library or something?” He asks, bringing your attention back to him. You blink a few times, 

“Oh, uh, sure.” You sputter out. He nods,

“I uhh… I have dyslexia so it’s a little difficult to grasp certain stuff and with this first essay I could use some extra help. You seem to be doing pretty good and I thought I’d just… ask if you would. You don’t have to though." 

"No it’s okay. I just gotta go home and gather all my stuff.” You reassure him with a giggle. He smiles and nods,

“Okay… just don’t want you doin somethin you don’t want to.” He reaffirms. You shake your head and smile, turning your attention back to Ivey when she gives a somewhat dramatic gasp, 

“Speaking of which… there’s a Halloween party next month. You gotta start thinking of your costume now Y/N/N. We gotta make sure we don’t go as the same things as Scar and Phoebes.” She says, playfully punching your arm. Your eyebrows knit together, 

“Okay.” You reply. Tom groans,

“Fuck… can you please tell me beforehand what you’re gonna be so I can prepare myself for a boner?” He says, head tipped back. You click your tongue as Ivey giggles,

“If that isn’t an invitation in itself to wear the sluttiest costume ever, I don’t know what is.” She tells you, eyes lingering on you as Tom sighs, his own eyes locked in yours. You shrug, 

“Dunno. I’ll look around.” You tell them both, eyes locked on Tom who licks his lips like he’s staring at his last meal. You can see his tongue come out to run over his upper teeth, raising his eyebrows playfully as you draw your phone out, handing it over to him, 

“Gimme your number so we can figure out what we wanna do, where to meet and what time and everything.” You explain to him as he nimbly types away with a continuous nod, 

“Sounds good to me.” He replies, eyes locked in yours for a moment longer before he glances down at the table and picks up a pamphlet, handing it to you, 

“This has times of meetings and stuff. If you find some time to come… I hope you will. And… you’ve got my number now so if you want a private lesson with yours truly, or Harrison if you prefer less teasing, just shoot me a text or a call.” He informs, adding a wink for good measure. You nod and give him a smile,

“I’ll try and take you up on that Holland.” You purr, another hum slipping from Tom’s lips at your tone of voice, 

“I hope so.” He speaks up lowly. Ivey sighs, 

“Please just tell me when you two start fucking or become a thing, I can make a group chat with the four of us.” She almost begs. The four of you laugh, Ivey leaning in to bump your shoulder as you roll your eyes and then the two of you share a giggle. She looks back up at the Harrison, 

“Pick me up at six and we’ll go to dinner. We’re gonna go get ready for our dates.” She directs at him and then tells the both of them, wrapping her arm around you and guiding you off as the boys watch after you. Harrison bumps his best friend’s shoulder, 

“You whipped asshole." 

"Can’t be whipped for something I’ve never had dickhead.” Tom quickly implies, punching Harrison’s arm and crossing his own. Harrison clicks his tongue and shakes his head, 

“Denial asshole, you have it. The way you look at her, the way you let her make her own decisions, the way you fucking… talk to her and let her run your ass rather than controlling her. You’re fucking whipped.” He tells his best friend, irritation prevalent in his voice. Tom shakes his head, but he doesn’t outwardly deny it, staring out at the stragglers passing by the numerous sports booths, Harrison watching him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, 

“Fine, fucking deny it you idiot. See if I give a shit when she breaks your heart.” He finally says, turning to grab a water bottle from their cooler. 

                                                       —

After texting back and forth with Tom for a few hours with inquiries from all three of your roommates, Harrison drives Tom to your dorm, dropping him off and trading him in for Ivey who jokingly wishes you luck and gently taps Tom’s cheek like an old woman with a younger boy. He smiles, the look never fading as you walk up to him, Ivey and Harrison going separate ways from you and Tom. The both of you walk across campus to the only lit building nestled between the other buildings, Tom on constant vigilance and engaging you in comfortable conversation every so often. 

The library was mostly quiet, save the crackling of thunder overhead from a new vein of storm clouds that spread to release thick rain drops that met windows in quick tandem and great succession. A few straggling students opting to study in the quiet center rather than their dorms or off campus apartments perused the books quietly, others hunched over notebooks or laptops, lips moving mindlessly as they studied or typed up assignments. Your eyes wandered the beautiful, old library while Tom sat across from you, reading your thorough, beautifully penned notes with some struggle and a furrowed brow, but he didn’t feel pressured to hurry for once in his life with you sitting across from him, 

“Okay but like… how the fuck do you write a thesis statement, cause I’m convinced that this intro paragraph is where I’m going to get docked the most points.” He breaks you from your thoughts, eyes flickering up to yours when you smile. He gives a half hearted chuckle as you reach across to grab his own notebook, looking over his own haphazard notes

“Its uhm, it’s basically a summing up of your points you’re gonna talk about in your body paragraphs in a normal essay, but because it’s an argumentative essay, it’s a little different. So uhm, like you wrote here, you were going to write about breaking unhealthy emotional standards, especially in men and boys in your first paragraph, equal opportunities for single income families in your second, and the purpose of women in the workplace in the third, so your points line up with you supporting gender equality. So you would basically make a statement you believed in similar to uhm, like-” You help explain, Tom nodding along with you before he interrupts as you try and think of something to say on the fly, 

“Oh I actually have one, uhm, so… something like, seeing that now it’s the 21st century, women are a part of everything and men wouldn’t exist without them, women deserve the same, if not better rights than men. Or… something along those lines.” He tells you with an almost shy voice, soft blush covering his cheeks. You smile and nod,

“That’s good actually. That’s really good.” Your voice holds surprise, but not at Tom’s abilities, just that you didn’t think of something as witty. 

“Obviously it could use some polishing but uhm, i-it is good right? Like… it doesn’t sound stupid? You’re not fuckin with me to get me out of your hair cause you really don'tknow how to write one either?" 

"No it’s good.” You reassure with a giggle, looking over his notes and scribbles of sources to use. You smile, reading his half legible writing, 

“Who knew you were such a feminist Tommy?” You tease, looking up. His somewhat nervous, embarrassed face contorts into relief, a scoff leaving his lips, 

“Shit… don’t call me out like that.” He replies through a string of laughs to counter yours as he toys with his earlobe. His smile is big and bright and you know he enjoys your company, despite the academic circumstances. He sighs, 

“I just… I know that without women like my own mum or your mum, whoever, we wouldn’t have the friends we have. We wouldn’t be sitting here. We wouldn’t have the opportunities we do. Women do basically EVERYTHING and we don’t give them enough credit for it. It’s bullshit and… I can guarantee that any girlfriend, fiancèe, wife, mother of my child is gonna have control over me. It’s not the other way around. I’d be blessed as fuck to be considered a woman’s rather than her being considered mine.” He lectures, running the tips of his fingers over the hollows your pen created on your notebook paper. You cock your head, 

“You’re really passionate about this.” You speak quietly. Tom looks up again, 

“Yeah well, my dad’s had coworkers that’ve sexualized my mum and basically said she belongs in the kitchen. Shit, there were guys that I knew that practically beat their girlfriends for talking to other men. It’s just, its bullshit. Women are people too. I’d never do any of the shit I’ve watched happen to women, to you.” He says, looking around in frustration. Your head stays cocked, eyes looking him over before you give a small smile, 

Is that supposed to woo me?“ You joke again. Tom looks back into your eyes, searching them, his own glittering in the lamps above your head. He purses his lips, 

"Is it working?” You giggle, his own lips turning up and he feels all that anger, frustration from the memories of his childhood boil down. He hums and shakes his head, 

“No, in all honesty, I’ve been into dance and such from a very young age and… I got bullied. I got bullied because the stuff I did was for ‘little girls’ and I got called gay and I just… I don’t get it. If I was gay, so what? But… telling boys that they can’t be into dance or ballet or whatever the hell else men in society have considered too feminine for boys, its bullshit. Telling a little boy he can’t be involved in something he loves because its feminine is stupid. If it wasn’t for women and girls these assholes wouldn’t have the little boys they bully and conform to crush down their emotions and become these menaces to society. I mean seriously, how often is there a female mass shooter? Men lack the empathy needed for fully thinking out their plans when it comes to taking other lives.” You let him rant, watching his face redden in irritation. You know he speaks from some sort of experience. His position on toxic masculinity isn’t something he learned from television politics, but something he endured and you know if he has sons, he’ll let them do whatever they want to do rather than control them. He sighs and shakes his head,

“Sorry-”

“No, don’t be. Us women need more men like you. I completely agree with you. I seriously think Cole stopped crying once we were kids because my dad told him he was weak if he did and you’re not. If you cry, it doesn’t make you weak. It shows that you’re human. There is no reason for you to apologize to me Tom. I completely agree with you.” You reassure, reaching across the table to place your hand over his. He glances down at it, nodding as you trace the hollows his somewhat clenched knuckles provide. He shrugs, 

“That’s the way I’ve always felt to be honest. Women have always had a bad wrap and sure I get along very well with those that I meet, and sometimes I’m guilty of being a dick to some of them, but they deserve way more than they get. That’s why… I, in part, haven’t had a steady girlfriend. Any woman capable enough to put up with me deserves way more.” He trails off quietly, eyes cutting back down to your notes. You purse your lips, pulling your hand from his and looking down at the folded corner of his notebook. Your straighten it out, tracing your finger over the crease. You let out a soft laugh after a moment, leaning back in your chair. Tom glances up, watching you pick hair from your sweater, eyes wandering your face when you look up at him again,

“Why do we always do this? Everytime we talk about… dating or us, together, it always turns depressive and way too serious and we just get to talking about how stupid we’d be together or how incompatible we are. I’m starting to think that we’re a good balance and we’re both just in denial.” You tell him. He blinks at you, heart stuttering at your use of the same word as Harrison earlier. He really doesn’t want to admit he has feelings for you. He finds it easier, less heartbreaking if he just screws around with women that are willing. He purses his lips, 

“But we want different things-”

“Do we? What exactly do you want from me Tom? Why flirt, why touch me the way you do, look at me and act the way you do to get in my pants? I mean seriously, how important are academics to you that you’d go out of your way to make sure I was the one person that tutored you tonight?" 

"You don’t know what I’d do. I have to have good academics to keep my golf scholarship.” He remarks, stone set face as he leans in on his elbows. You mimic him, leaning in, 

“So tell me Tom, what would you do to get me into bed?" 

"A lot.” He quickly implies, blinking with hooded, unamused eyes. You gesture out to the table, 

“Tell me Tom. You can’t just give me that. Because… I-I’ve only had one boyfriend but I know that this isn’t how you act with someone you want to sleep with once. This isn’t normal and if you’re justifying it as normal, you need fucking help in so many different departments.” You tell him, frustration lacing your voice. He hates the look in your eyes. You look hurt, scared, vulnerable. There’s more you’re not saying and he’s intrigued, but he won’t show the interest. He wants you to come to your own terms. He shrugs, 

“You don’t know how far I’ve gone Y/N-”

“Right, because the horror story associated with your stupid little British ass is the story of how you pretended to date Delilah Rhodes and then once she gave you everything, you just,” you lay your palm against the table in a somewhat loud smack, “dropped her. You crushed her and you pretended you never knew her. Did you act like this with her? Did you treat her like you were interested and enforce little… dates with her before you even established what you wanted? What did you do different with her than me Tom?” There’s fresh, frustrated tears sparkling in your eyes and Tom’s brain scars itself wondering why the hell he cares. He purses his lips, jaw clenching, 

“What do you want out of this? What is the point of doing this? Forcing me to tell you what-”

“I like you.” You admit. Tom’s mouth hangs open, eyes locked on you as a tear rolls from the corner of your eye. You blink to clear your vision and see the look on his face as your sleeved hand comes up to swipe it away, 

“That first night, the first time I saw you I was drooling over you. I remember what you were wearing and how I felt and the more we talk, the more you touch me and do all of your bullshit seducing, I-I can’t process it. And I’m just wondering how far up you’re taking me. How big are you going to blow this up before you drop me and leave me to pick up my own fucking pieces? How long do I waste my time on you?” You ask, more tears falling, but you ignore them as he stares at you with somewhat wide eyes. He doesn’t know the answer because you are different. He likes you too, he won’t admit it, not yet, but he does. You rub your eyes on your sleeve again, sniffling as you break the eye contact. You sigh, glancing down at your lap, 

“I would’ve never admit something like that in high school. I actually… can’t believe I just did.” You say into the void with another soft laugh. He plays with his own fingers, listening to you with a beating heart that overpowers all of the other noises around you. He can’t even hear you continue to  ramble as you fight the emotions that overtake you and curse yourself for getting this close to Tom and his toxic essence. He licks his lips, staring at a light blue line on your paper in front of him. He can feel his blood rush through his body in adrenaline and preparation, making him lightheaded as he opens his mouth for the words that spill out next, 

“So make me love you.” He interrupts you, your eyes finding his after another heart pounding second. Your eyes narrow, brain struggling to interpret his words, 

“What?” You finally say. He gives a one shoulder shrug, lashes fluttering as he sits back in his chair,

“You like me… make me love you. Harrison, Ivey, fuck, even Scarlett has commented on the way we run around each other. And obviously I have some sort of attraction to you. I wouldn’t be trying to get in your pants if I wasn’t attracted to you in some sense so use that,” he points to his notebook, “I just poured my fucking heart out to you talking about my respect for what women do and how I’d be my girlfriend’s possession. So make me love you. Use all that you know about me and you seduce me." 

"It doesn’t work like that-”

“Fuck that. I like you too. I think you’re fucking beautiful and smart and I find myself more focused on you in English than the fucking material, clearly,” he gestures to his mixmatch notebook again, “if you’re giving me an excuse to not do it because you’re scared, fucking break the cycle. Take control, do something you wouldn’t and force me to conform like none of the others girls do. You wanna know what sets you apart from the other girls? The shyness. You fucking speak your mind like they didn’t. You fucking put me in my place and push me around and I fucking love it because I’m not the one doing the chasing. I like being chased too Y/N. I would never, ever admit to any other girl that I liked them, but here we are.” He rambles, his words seeming to mold as he tries to say everything he thinks, his emotions bubbling up just as yours did with every word. You stare at each other for a moment before he leans on his elbows, jaw clenching again as he stares you down with intent, 

“Starting right now, if you’re up for it, you can say we’re a thing and I’ll tell Harrison the same to get him the fuck off my back,” he says with a roll of his eyes and a dramatic sigh, “we’ll go on dates and shit, do the typical couple stuff, but you’ll be making me love you. Rather than me being the man that seduces his crush, we’ll flip the roles. Whatever you want, and if we sleep together, and you’re still trying, I’ll still fucking play, alright?” He draws up. You stare at him, mouth held open, shock paralyzing your body. But a change in his face forces your hand. 

“Make me love you Y/N.” He reiterates again, folding his hands before him as if wrapping up a deal made. And that’s when you catch up. Your body surges with power and excitement, and fear, all in one, a blackness taking over your sight like your brain craves oxygen. And you find yourself nodding before your body’s on the same page. His eyebrows raise and he cocks his head softly as if to confirm it. To make you say it. And that’s when you fully nod, 

“Okay.” Is all you croak out.

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“I Watched the Artemis Fowl Movie and It Made Me Very Upset” Liveblog!

So I decided I had to subject myself to this movie despite being Extremely Aware that it’s a massive pile of firey garbage. It was about as painful as expected, so I liveblogged to keep my sanity. Here’s basically what happened in my head while I was watching:

Josh Diggums: I feel so bad for Josh Gad's voice because it's painfully obvious they just didn't want Olaf showing up so they forced him into some terrible Bale-Batman voice that keeps cracking

why is this movie taking itself so seriously

Book Artemis: eternally unathletic dweeb

Movie Artemis: SURFING MASTER

the fuck, Branagh

THIS VOICE IS SO DAMN BAD, JOSH PLEASE STOP TALKING

okay Artemis is appropriately a little shit for EXACTLY ONE SCENE

FUCK OFF WITH FRIDGING THE MOM, BRANAGH

"ur mom's dead and ur dad's gone so ur a little shit" WHAT A GREAT COUNSELOR

fuck's sake

Book Artemis: immediately falls off whatever this hover thing is

COLIN FARRELL. SEXY MAN.

I ALMOST FORGIVE THEM FOR BRINGING HIM BACK EARLY

AND..... KNOWING ABOUT MAGIC

SDJFKSDF

WHATEVER

I WAS PREPARED FOR THIS

this voice is still terrible, Josh. I'm sorry

this kid is a pretty good actor

"all i really want is to believe in you" that was actually well-delivered

"Arty"

<sobbing>

OKAY IT'S NOT ACCORDING TO THE BOOK BUT FUCK ME THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS WELL DONE

i desperately need Butler to show up soon tho

I SPOKE TOO SOON

"DOMOVOI" ??!!?? YOU FUCKS

why

are his eyes

fucking ELECTRIC BLUE

HIS LITERAL FUKDFSUCING NAME IN THE BOOKS IS 'BUTLER' IT'S PART OF BEING AN INSANELY GOOD SECRET AGENT GUARDIAN HE'S NOT AN ACTUFL FUCKING BUTLER AND LITERALLY NO ONE EVER CALLS HIM "THE BUTLER" BUT HIS NAME IS BUTLER BECAUSE HIS REAL NAME IS SECRET HE'S FUCKING SECURITY FUCKING DID YOU READ THIS FUCKING BOOK SERIES AT ALL BRANAGH OR DID YOU JUSTDSJFKLDSHFSD:LFSEFAGH

i'm sorry

Butler is my absolute favorite character of the entire damn series and they fucking

can't even get OOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEE CHARACTER CORRECT

SCREAMS

did they think calling him "Butler" would be weird because they cast a black guy?????

AGAIN WHY WITH THE FUCKING ELECTRIC BLUE CONTACTS THEY'RE SO OBVIOUSLY FAKE IT LOOKS SO BAD. IF YOU MAKE THE DECISION TO CAST AN AFRICAN AMERICAN MAN JUST FUCKING OWN THAT HE HAS DARK EYES DON'T DO THIS

THE "OWL STAR"???? REALLY???? WHY NOT FOWL STAR

WHY

NOT

IT'S JUST SUCH AN ARBITRARY DUMBASS CHANGE IT MAKES NO SENSE

PLEASE DID I JUST MISUNDERSTAND THE REPORTER MAN

DID THE CAPTIONS JUST MISUNDERSTAND HIM?????

NOPE IT'S LITERALLY THE  O W L  S T A R

fuck off

i'm sorry

stuff like that just bothers me a lot

it makes ABSOLUTELY no sense to change it

Fowl Star made sense bECAUSE IT'S OWNED BY ARTEMIS FOWL

artemis has a lot more emotions than i remember him having

i will not forgive them for destroying the Butler/Artemis relationship in favor of a Dad they fucking fridge in the first half hour of the movie

oh boy nursery rhymes as codes

GROUNDBREAKING

i think the fairies would have something to say about you hiding their own shit from them, MISTER SENIOR

it's still a bad voice, Josh, I'm so sorry

okay Haven is pretty nice

"Haven" not "Haven City"

pretty sure

holly being a 13 year old girl is disconcerting

that was mentioned in a review

they're supposed to be Child-Sized not ACTUAL CHILDREN

also "small person = higher pitched voice" is such a stupid trope please stop

i like the Being diversity around the city

like lots of different types of humanoids

josh desperately wants to do the Olaf voice

i'm so sorry Josh

okay aside from the shit voice Diggums is pretty good

lol Cudgeon's already in jail

i

okay then

i know this is Opal Koboi

meh

i hate her in the books so they can fuck her up all they want

judi dench is batman too i guess

how many cigs you smoke judi root

OH BOY HOLLY HAS MISSING DADDY ISSUES TOO

fucking shit

"you're 84" and you look like a fUCKING THIRTEEN YEAR OLD

such bad choices

every time they say "Domovoi" i--

HISDFHSDHFH

JULIET

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

NIECE?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????

SDFJLS:DKF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

FUCK YOU

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK YOU KENNETH BRANAGH

NO

NO

NO

NO

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

SISTER

HIS BABY SISTER HE LOVES AND CARES FOR EVEN MORE THAN ARTEMIS AND THAT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP THAN UNCLE AND NIECE

HOW COULD YOU LITERALLY DESTROY EVERYTHING ABOUT BUTLER AND STILL SLEEP AT NIGHT

<vomits into the sun>

eoin colfer i hope you made so much money off of this SHITSTACK

(genuinely tho that's literally the only consolation; now he can write more Good Books)

Juliet is cute but i know about all she does is make sandwiches

so fuck this

judi dench is Good

foaly is Okay

why's he wearing clothes tho

the chutes are a lot more... open than expected

BEECHWOOD SHORT THE TRAITOR

FUCK OFF

WHY IS HOLLY’S CHARACTER DEFINED BY HER FUCKING FATHER

THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE AN OUTCOME THAN I EVEN EXPECTED GIVEN THEY EVISCERATED HER CHARACTER'S DRIVE BY MAKING THE L.E.P. ALREADY HAVE FEMALE OFFICERS AND COMMANDERS

"get out cudgeon before i throw you out" okay they got Root completely right at least

aside from making him a her

but that's okay

because it's Judi Dench

awwwww happy flying scene bUT HOLLY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SHIELDED GOt DAMN

“any update?” "yes. i'm freezing" amazing, Butler

i mean dOmOvOi

HOLLY YOU'RE STILL NOT SHIELDED

CGI isn't too bad in this but honestly that's not impressive anymore

awwwww cute wedding scene

troll is about as ugly as possible

LOL JUST FUCKING THROW TIME FREEZE UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING

OKAY

LOL HOLLY GO DEAL WITH THE TROLL DON'T FOCUS ON ONE SMALL CHILD

THAT'S NOT HOW A TIME FREEZE WORKS

I

i mean it's COOL

i love the little Men in Green zipping around

but it doesn't make ANY sense

LOL SO WHY DO THE PEOPLE THINK THE PLACE IS TRASHED

lol gently floating troll

Hollyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Judi Root continues to be amazing

ok tbf Opal Koboi would be after the Aculos if it existed

OP MacGuffin plots are so tired tho like really Branagh

i love the wings on her suit

ARTEMIS WHEN DID YOU GET TO THE TREE

holly ur a bad 84-year-old officer

LOL CUDGEON IS RIGHT ON

AND JUDI ROOT CONTINUES TO BE

"Not Happy!" lol wat

who wrote that bit of dialogue and said "yes this a perfectly good thing to have her say when she wakes up in a cage"

"mesmerism"

boy i love these exposition dump convos between Mr. Sr. and Arty

LOL "most human beings are afraid of gluten, how do you think they'd handle goblins" is a great line

out of touch, but still funny

...why does the time freeze take forever to generate now when you did it in TWO SECONDS BEFORE

calm down holly damn

foaly's very pretty

sO DID THEY FREEZE THE *ENTIRE WORLD*????????

I THOUGHT THE POINT WAS TO FREEZE THINGS INSIDE SO YOU HAVE MOONLIGHT LONGER

AND

AND

whatever

i love this fucking ARMY coming out of literally everywhere

"TOP OF THE MORNIN'" OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS

whole movie is worth it

for that line

i love that they're entirely in green

and no one ever Shields

ever

they mentioned Shields once but NO ONE IS SHIELDED

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS INTO A FIGHT

SCREAMS

"TAKE THE SHOT"

WHY IS THE TIME FREEZE SO EASILY DESTABILIZED

FOALY

ARE YOU TELLING ME NO ONE HAS EVER SHOT YOUR FUCKING ENORMOUS DEVICE

omg no U GAVE OPAL KOBOI LEGITIMATE REASONS FOR DOING WHAT SHE'S DOING

YOU GAVE HER A SAD FRUSTRATING BACKSTORY

SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE AN ARROGANT SELF-SERVING BITCH AND NOTHING ELSE

TWENTY SEVEN MINUTES??????

hOW DID ARTEMIS KNOW ABOUT MULCH DIGGUMS SPECIFICALLY

lol that is 100% a completely inhumane prison what the fuck, fairies

why does Holly have human music

well i'm glad we didn't have to watch mulch almost eat a dude's head

"My father was kidnapped."

"My father is dead."

"Can I trust you?"

"You'll have to."

BUT WHY

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHAT IS THIS CHARACTER PROGRESSION

THERE's NO REASON TO TRUST HER

OR TO NEED TO TRUST HER

THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEARNED AND STUPID

glad holly's entire character REVOLVES AROUND A MAN NOW, BRANAGH

LOL THEY JUST DIDN'T GIVE ROOT A FIRST NAME???

JUDI ROOT CONFIRMED

"listen to us, grunting at each other like a pair of hippos with a throat infection" LMAO

i hope that was Josh Gad improv

LOL HE JUST FUCKING DESTROYS EVERYTHING IN HIS WAY WHILE TUNNELING

YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALLY TUNNEL IN, MULCH

HOW DID YOU COME OUT OF A PAINTING

DO THEY HAVE PAINTINGS IN A BASEMENT???

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHEETROCK OR WHATEVER

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO JUST

UGH

FOLLOW THE BOOK

COME ON

MULCH YOU ARE THE WORST BURGLAR

"what would your parents be" THEY'D BE CENTAURS MULCH

is... is Mulch on the second floor

HE TUNNELED THROUGH THE WALL ONTO THE SECOND FLOOR

artemis... just.. lets holly out

ok cool

LOL HIS NOSE HAIRS GROW AND MOVE LIKE TENTACLES

stupid and... funny? i guess

at least Cudgeon is the piece of shit he is in the book lol

oh boy troll time

BUTER WOULD NEVER LET MULCH DIGGUMS PICKPOCKET HIM

"jam all magic" OMFG THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS FACE DOWN A FUCKING TROLL

LOL THEY JUST FIRE THE TROLL LIKE A BULLET

A TROLL-ET

DOMOVOI YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS WHAT THE FUCK

i wonder if kids even like this movie

omg butler couldn't even jump

i

i don't understand

he literally DOESN'T HELP AT ALL

IT'S HIS WHOLE THING

IS BEING ABLE TO KICK ASS

FUCKING COME ON BRANAGH

yeah fuck you branagh

are... are the fairies just DYING TO THE TIME FREEZE COLLAPSE???

"goodbye my friend. i'm sorry i was FUCKING USELESS"

branagh you're trying to activate my feelings with this Sad Death Scene(TM) but i am IMPERVIOUS because artemis has had NO RELATIONSHIP WHATSOEVER WITH THIS """DOMOVOI"""

COOL HE'S BACK NOW I’M SO GLAD ACTUAL FULL ON DEATH HAS ZERO CONSEQUENCES NOW THANKS TO OP FAIRY MAGIC

WHAT GREAT WRITING THIS IS

"i didn't cry did i" FUCK OFF

WHY IS IT SO DANGEROUS WHEN THE TIME FREEZE ENDS

WHY IS YOUR TECH SO SHITTY, FOALY

TIME FREEZES AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE DANGEROUS TO THE OCCUPANTS

THAT GOES AGAINST ALL OF FAIRY RULES

...okay and then it just ends..........?

Domovoi: "you have to try!"

Artemis: "i can't, tho"

Domovoi: "it's too dangerous!"

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHO WROTE THIS ABSOLUTE DRIVEL

"the aculos for my father"

THE L.E.P. DOESN'T EVEN HAVE YOUR FATHER YOU ABSOLUTE DOOF

holly how do u know how to do this

the... the aculos is just the fucking Book?

i feel slapped in the face

she just recites the words and. and.

whatever

whatever

i'm done

GO FIND YOUR DAD WHO'S MAGICALLY BACK

WHY WOULD HE BE IN THE BED ARTEMIS

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GENIUS

this girl who plays Holly cannot act

i'm sorry girl

MAGICALLY BACK DAD

HOORAY HOLLY'S CHARACTER CONTINUES TO BE DEFINED BY HER FATHER

FUCK

YOU

WRITERS

AND BRANAGH

BUTLER WOULD NEVER CRY, DOMOVOI

i like the cool earpiece they gave Judi Root to maybe? disguise her hearing aid?

Haven does look pretty cool

too much water above tho it’s not Atlantis guys come on

"i'm a criminal mastermind" LITERALLY WHEN DID YOU SHOW ANY SORT OF MASTERMIND BEHAVIOR OR CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR

BESIDES BRIEFLY KIDNAPPING HOLLY AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LETTING HER OUT

LMAO THAT LAST SHOT OF JULIET JUST LOOKING EXCITEDLY OUT OF THE WINDOW AT THE HELICOPTER WHILE EVERYONE LEAVES HER BEHIND

WHAT'S THE POINT OF THAT EVEN

THIS POOR GIRL YOU’RE JUST LEAVING HER ALONE

WOW THIS PRISON/INTERROGATION PLACE HAS LIKE

NO SECURITY

HI HOLLY WHY ARE YOU HERE??????

THIS WHOLE ENDING IS JUST THE STUPID CAP ON TOP OF A STUPID SUNDAE

i need to go listen to the books again now

[inspector-montoya-fox]

although the Stolen Turnabout was one bitch of an episode, it doesn’t stop the game from being the best in the series. i do have my issues with that episode (and i’ll get back to that) but the other episodes are just that good. firstly, the game manages to tie every loose end together even when you thought it wouldn’t. but it does and it does it so masterfully too. that Morgan Fey revenge threat at the end of Justice for All wasn’t just a throwaway - she really did come for her revenge, even beyond the grave. and they use the lore so well - lore which was set up two games prior - to establish the murder and the motive. you think the Fey clan’s mystic powers are a sidestory but it’s actually the entire premise for the trilogy, like wow. and you don’t realise it up until the very end, because the case itself starts off with ‘oh there’s this mystic temple we want ot visit haha’ and then the Elise Deauxnim thing isn’t really revealed until the trial later on. i mean, even if you saw it coming, the way they fit in Godot and even Dahlia Hawthorne into all of it, it’s amazing. it’s by far and away my favorite case.

as for the other cases, they’re all great too. but i want to get the Stolen Turnabout out of the way first. here’s why i don’t like it: it’s lowkey boring and the characters are annoying. straight-up. i literally did not want to defend Ron DeLite, that little deluded gay dweeb. he has this hot AF wife back home and like, he’d willingly go to jail? why doesn’t he give a fuck about Desiree? if that was my wife i’d be home all day with her, riding on her bike and idk fucking or whatever. and if that wasn’t enough, Luke Atmey is another annoying character, which makes for an ok rival but is gone with just the first trial. so we’re not there to compete against  him or anything, he’s just there, in court, to annoy us. to top it all off, we don’t actually investigate the murder. we start by investigating the theft and then get to the murder, with no cutscene, no body, no substance or anything. the only thing there is a nice takeaway with Larry as the security guard and a nice reference to Wendy Oldbag. welp. i had a hard time finishing that level because the backgrounds weren’t nice as well. the computer room was reminiscent of Jake Marshall’s office from Rise from the Ashes (another horrible case), and the victim’s office was reminiscent of Redd White’s office from Turnabout Sisters (an amazing episode). i honestly hate Stolen Turnabout maybe even more than Turnabout Big Top but as i said, it doesn’t ruin the game experience. instead, it makes the other cases feel like absolute gold.

yes, i know Recipe for Turnabout is problematic because of Jean Armstrong’s presentation and the jokes on his character, i even talked about it with some of my mutuals on here, but it doesn’t ruin the episode for me. i think Recipe for Turnabout is my favorite non-main storyline episode (it’s up there with Turnabout Samurai tbh). El Tigre and Viola are both great characters with awesome designs. the story is intricate, the murder is interesting, the mob is involved, we get to defend Maggie Byrd, we get waitress Maya, and a copycat Phoenix is on the loose. Victor Kudo and Lisa Basil as the minor characters are also superb. the music is great too. and it’s honestly such a sweet little interlude before the main story resumes.

the cherry on top is honestly playing as Mia (twice!). i remember being so upset when she died because we didn’t get enough of her and to have her return as a playable character no less, i was gagged and gooped. add to that Godot and his entire story arc. i lowkey cried when his end came and he started admitting everything. and the MELODRAMA of it all. how he can’t see red, when he cried blood and quotes like ‘the only time a lawyer can cry is when it’s all over’. someone on the Ace Attorney wiki wrote how it’s funny how Mia’s killer is Redd White and Godot can’t see the colour red, and how that ties into how he blamed Phoenix for the murder instead of the actual culprit. that’s... i don’t even know what. on a higher fucking plane of intellect. AND AND AND to have him interact with both Edgeworth and Franziska, the way they brought those characters back in general, playing as Edgeworth too. everything unravels so beautifully, and the story is supported by the cute backgrounds and the absolutely perfect music (Fragrance of Dark Coffee). the game truly completes the series, like i wouldn’t have it any other way. that’s why it’s my favourite in the series.

[bkdk-n-tasty]

The hardest enemy to defeat is your own self-doubt

Look at that you guys, I made it all week with a finished piece! I’m so proud lol

Day 5: This day has no prompts, therefore you are free to do whatever you like!

With Pride month being last month and I meant to make this then, I figured I could do it for this prompt ♥ 

Please note that there is homophobic langue in this story, some internalized homophobia as well. If you’re triggered by that I suggest skipping this one. 

Katsuki let out a huff as he watched the people in his living room move about as if they owned the place, he had half a mind to tell him to get out but he'd let them in, to begin with. His mood calmed a bit as Izuku shot him a grin, he looked fucking cute as hell. But that fucking dweeb always looked cute as hell in Katsuki's opinion. Izuku wore an actually kinda funny shirt for once instead of one of his stupid shirts, though it was mostly due to the fact he only had a small say in his outfit, though he did agree to wear it. Izuku wore a light gray shirt that read "It Ain't No Lie Baby I'm Bi Bi Bi", the letters a gradient of the bi pride colors and to top it off with some sweet talking from Katsuki he got Izuku to wear a pair of cute short shorts that showed off Izuku's fantastic legs.

Katsuki sighed quieter to himself as he closed the distance between him and Izuku. He felt kinda shy which was a fucking weird-ass emotion to feel when he was never shy. But this was the first time he was actually going out in public flaunting the fact he was gay, it wasn't a secret he was dating Izuku. The bombshell blond wore a dark gray V-neck that read "I can't even think straight", though he kept his normal back baggy jeans.

"You look good," Katsuki muttered as he got to Izuku. Izuku beamed up at Katsuki with that fucking cute smile that made Katsuki want to do just about anything for the younger boy.

"You do too, Kacchan," Izuku chirped as he held up the markers everyone was sharing to color their pride flags on their cheeks. "You ready for your face painting?" Katsuki tsk-ed but he nodded, tilting his head to the side to let the smaller boy streak the colors on his cheeks. In return, he did the same for Izuku. The two glanced back at their friends, it was a beautiful chaos.

Denki and Eijiro were helping each other, Denki was decked out with a bright blue tank top that if it wasn't catchy Katsuki wouldn't have paid much attention but he even snorted as he read "I'm Bisexual so I'm nervous around everyone" with a shy carebear graphic under it. Denki's cheeks wore the same colors as Izuku's. Eiji was just as eye-catching as his boyfriend as he wore a black chest binder with a pan pride unicorn with bright red skinny jeans, that Katsuki swore he'd seen in Izuku's closet at one point in time.

Then there was Momo and Jiro with Todoroki, helping him with his cheeks. Momo wore less flashy colors but had her cute bi and poly pins on her shirt, while Jiro wore an outfit almost identical to her normal outfit but instead of her normal black jeans she wore a skirt that bore the trans colors. Katsuki had honestly been caught off guard by that, he never imagined that she was trans but like the rest of their friends supported her nonetheless.

Iida was sitting patiently with his girlfriend and her girlfriend marking his cheeks with the demi-sexual flag. But Uraraka and Tsuyu both looked pretty proud with their handy work. Uraraka wore a relatively cute pale pink tanktop that said 'multitasking' with two female and one male stick figure above it. Tsuyu had chosen to wear a similar outfit that she normally wears, though it was a matching pale pink shirt that read in a dark violet 'I love my girlfriend'.

The only pair that was missing was Sero and Mina and the two planned to just meet them there. Which honestly Katsuki was grateful as his home felt like it was crowded as is. It took a while longer for the rest to finish up in the meanwhile Izuku had managed to pull Katsuki away so he could steal some kisses before they headed out.

"We're going to have so much fun," Izuku beamed excitedly, glancing between Katsuki and the rest of their friends. Katsuki tried to ignore his nerves as he listened to the others chat, his gaze stuck low and didn't meet people they passed. It was strange to Katsuki to be so open about his sexuality, it wasn't like he should feel ashamed or anything, he'd had supportive parents who both loved Izuku to bits and pieces. It was just something he tried to ignore.

"You okay?" Izuku asked quietly, jerking Katsuki's attention from his thoughts. He glanced down at the worried expression on his normally outgoing boyfriend.

"I'm fine," Katsuki huffed out but after a moment he said quieter for only Izuku to hear, "I guess I'm a little fucking worried…I don't know, it's stupid."

Izuku shook his head and carefully pulled Katsuki over so their friends could keep walking. "If you're nervous it's not stupid. What are you nervous about?" Izuku had managed to grasp Katsuki's other hand and with those damn eyes, Katsuki couldn't just lie and say it was nothing, that there wasn't anything he was worried about.

"I…I don't know," Katsuki finally admitted, his gaze flickering towards their friends who all were so damn supportive and loving. He really didn't have it bad so why was he so worried? The harsh words he remembered in junior high…They were the ones that rung out in the back of his mind, it wasn't anything he had said but other bullies had…and those words had been pointed at Izuku a lot. He finally looked back at Izuku, "I just want you to know I'm sorry. For the things in middle school. That I couldn't even leave you alone, or at the very least keep the others from picking on you…"

Izuku's smile faltered for a moment but he squeezed Katsuki's hands. "You've been forgiven Kacchan, you know that. Things were different then, we've come so far since then," Izuku smiled gently up at him. "You denied yourself to a lot of things at that point, but you don't have to worry about today. I'm with you. The real you, the one that makes me happy and feels loved, the one that protects me when I do dumb things to try and help others. The one that drags me to bed when I'm trying to run myself into the ground." Izuku was breathless after his word vomit but he meant every word of it and Katsuki knew that. "I love you Katsuki."

The angst-filled blonde finally nodded after a moment, a small smile broke across his lips. "You really do love me, huh?" That made Izuku snort but he kept that loving smile on his lips.

"Of course I love you." It was so obvious in everything Izuku did when it came to Katsuki, everyone could see that. With that Katsuki's smile grew and his body seemed to relax.

"I love you too, you nerd," Katsuki murmured, his cheeks heating up. He could handle holding hands in public but saying 'I love you' apparently got him flustered, and it was cute in Izuku's opinion. With that, they joined their friends and headed towards where Mina and Sero had gotten them a good spot to watch the parade. Katsuki really did relax with his friends once the parade started, watching all those people proudly strut their stuff made him feel really good. He even was able to build up the courage to kiss Izuku in public, in front of their friends and strangers. No one even thought twice about it or cared and that felt so good.

"I love you," Katsuki murmured against Izuku's lips before stealing a second kiss. Izuku had melted into the kiss and only after a few moments was able to pull himself away, but he didn't try and move away from Katsuki's embrace. No instead Izuku relaxed and leaned into Katsuki's chest as he watched the parade.

"We need to check out the seller's booth," Mina announced brightly when the parade had wrapped up. Izuku pulled Katsuki along as they headed towards the area that had been set up for people to sell homemade merchandise. The group was able to find a bunch of things they liked and bought, glad to help local artists. Izuku ended up with the most buttons rivaling Denki's, the two looked like kids with all the buttons.

Denki and Jirou lead the group towards the block that had been closed off so they could set up a dance area and pump out music that left even Katsuki wanting to dance. It was obvious in moments who the DJ was, Mic wouldn't pass up an event like this. And anyway, he was the best so of course, he wanted his community to have the most fun they could get.

Izuku and Katsuki were both laughing and clinging to one another. They honestly had the most fun they had in a long time on a date. Katsuki even admitting that Izuku was right, that he would have fun, that there really wasn't anything to worry about.

That was until they were leaving. The group was going to head back to Bakugou's to unwind and watch a few movies before dispersing for the night…Katsuki gritted his teeth as he saw the group at the edge of the fenced area.

Izuku stopped, throwing his arm out in front of his friends. "We are not going that way," Katsuki growled as he caught the red letterings on the signs, the ones that left him wanting to fight them all.

"What's up?" Eijiro asked, squinting ahead. As the redhead caught sight of the words on those ugly signs his smile dropped. "Are they…Are they serious?"

Iida squared his shoulders as he moved forward as if he would lead them past the hateful group of people. "They might be allowed to spew their ugly words but they are not allowed to touch us. We just need to pass them and ignore them," Iida said, looking over the group.

"It's easier said than done," Jirou frowned, leaning against Momo. It was strange to Katsuki to see Jirou who rarely showed fear to look as nervous as Katsuki felt.

"We have the numbers on our side," Izuku said, squeezing Katsuki's hand protectively. "And we all got strong quirks if they even do try something. We can defend ourselves."

After some debate going back and forth they eventually headed towards the exit. They wanted to go back and rest, the hate group couldn't physically touch them and that was what they kept telling each other. But it was hard to ignore their shouting and protesting.

Katsuki could feel his rage boiling in his blood as they got closer and closer to the loudest member, he had to be the leader. "You all are doomed to hell if you don't repent!" The blonde shot the man a glare that normally was reserved for villains and that seemed to only add fuel to the man's words. "You are going to hell!" He even pointed right at Katsuki with his free hand. That made Katsuki almost lose his shit but instead, he smirked at the man, pulling Izuku to him before dipping him and giving him a kiss in front of the group.

"You're only a jealous old man," Katsuki yelled back at the leader, "You're fuckin' jealous my boyfriend loves me and you're in a loveless marriage!" Katsuki's friends were quick to start to drag him away. They all knew once he was really angry that there would be some really ugly words passed back and forth.

"It's fine Kacchan," Izuku murmured softly up to Katsuki once they were far enough that they were less worried that Katsuki might start setting off explosions. "We'll go home and just cuddle and watch those dumb cheesy movies," Izuku continued softly, trying to calm the older man. Instead of the group hanging around their friends went home so they could just spend time together.

Once Izuku and Katsuki were home, the two managed to drag every single blanket they owned to the living room where they could build a nest of sorts on their couch. They were comfy under their blankets when Katsuki finally broke down, his face buried in Izuku's shoulder.

It was a rare moment when Katsuki broke down when he cried. Though it was only ever just Izuku that witnessed it, who Katsuki trusted not to make fun of him. To support him and help him feel better. Izuku rubbed at Katsuki's back, murmuring soft and loving words. It wasn't long before the blond exhausted himself, laying his head on Izuku's chest with the blanket pulled up over his head, just enough was uncovered that Izuku could see the red puffiness around his eyes.

"We had fun overall, right?" Izuku softly asked, rubbing the older boy's back gently.

Katsuki nodded as he yawned. "Up till we had to pass those fuckers," Katsuki grumbled.

"You did really good though," Izuku said, "I thought for sure you were going to end up punching that guy's face."

"I thought about it," Katsuki admitted, "But I thought the kiss would do more damage to his kind."

Izuku chuckled softly, "Probably. That was a really good kiss by the way. I wouldn't mind you kissing me like that more while we're on dates."

Katsuki looked up at Izuku with that smirk of his. "I bet you would, you gotta earn those kinds," Katsuki teased. Izuku seemed to relax then, seeing Katsuki return to his normal snarky attitude.

"I might have to do more than," Izuku giggled, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. "I love you so much Katsuki," He murmured softly, "I love you more than anyone else in this world."

"I love you too," Katsuki mumbled.

"What?"

"You're a nerd!" Katsuki said louder as his cheeks flushed a dark red. That left Izuku giggling and pressing all the kisses he could over his lover's face.

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Glee - S1 E6 (Vitamin D)

They call it vitamin D for the whole thing but wasn’t it just a component for some really hard drug??? We love the bullshit

The millionth step ball change... And we’re only 6 episodes in

Mr Schue just said “Maybe so” and now all I can think of is the gif meme thing

heheheheheheh.......Sorry. Funny youtube. 

Sign #27 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: He’s eating that sandwich in the GROSSEST WAY POSSIBLE. He’s chewing with his mouth open, breathing really loud, talking with his mouthful, and he’s clearly being messy about it because there’s mustard all over his chin!!! How is Emma crushing on this dweeb

Sign #28 That Mr Schuester Is An Asshole: When Emma says he’s got a “cute Kirk Douglas chin dimple” (barf) he doesn’t say, hey! Maybe don’t flirt with me, I’m married!

I’m genuinely starting to feel ill whenever I have to just look at Mr Schue...

Everybody trying to learn their choreo and they’re just.... Spinning. Kurt’s about to fall over, Matt and Mike are bumping into each other, and Brittany’s just Tasmanian Devil-ing her way across the room. Love em

Brittany completely ignoring Artie’s high-five and him being like “oh-- okay...” is underrated

Matt Morrison just delivered “simply stopped trying” really weirdly. I don’t know what’s throwing me off about it, but it is

You’re right, Sue. Bones won’t grow properly without fear. AND EMMA’S BLOUSE IS INSANE

“I don’t understand how lightning is in competition with an above-ground swimming pool” You’re RIGHT KURT and you SHOULD SAY IT! Bears and sharks aren’t in competition either! Call out post for Mr Schue: The man knows NOTHING of the most basic ecology!

The look Quinn gives Finn when he yawns... Let my mans nap!!!

Kurt did his best to get to the girl’s side. Can you fucking blame him? Puck’s still an asshole to him as far as we all know!

Santana and Brittany just casually linking arms... Be still my beating heart

Kurt just walking along with Finn to football practice... Look at those brothers go!!! I am ignoring Puck

Ohh Sue’s journal... A wonderful character

You’re right, Sue, Will Schuester IS to blame for the world’s problems. Please do destroy the man

“I’ve always thought the desire to procreate showed deep personal weakness” Got ‘em

And thus begins the saga of Sue pushing problem people down the stairs. I’m not saying she should do that to Mr Schue... I’m just saying, why doesn’t she?

If Will wasn’t flirting with Emma, he wouldn’t get all nervous and upset when his wife turns up. Them’s the facts.

Does Terri know about Emma’s germophobia...? Because if so, it’s probably not cool for Will to have told her that. Unless Sue did, but I wouldn’t put it past him

As if they could get away with hiring a random unqualified woman as a school nurse?

Is “route” really pronounced like that......? Huh

Finn getting Biofreeze in his eye will forever be hilarious.

LEVEL 2!!!

I hate hats. I don’t know why, but I do. And I want Kurt to live his best life, but man, I hate that hat

Cory Monteith really got paid to drool. Goals

“Puck, with respect, you’re more helpful when you don’t contribute” Tell him, Artie!!!

Everybody making fun of Quinn :C Britt, you’re better than this!!

People (I’m people) can hate on Rachel all they want but this scenario is one example of her actually working harder than anybody else in the group. Yes, the solos should be shared more equally, but it’s hard to be mad at her when the others are claiming her ideas as their own and sitting around when they should be rehearsing. Except Brittany! She’s stretching, at least, love her

Terri let him NAP. WITHOUT DRUGS.

Finn’s having some serious mental health concerns but he’s not getting what he needs and I hate it. Help him!!!

Why does Terri care if Finn’s not faithful? Like, yeah, he should be, but it’s not going to affect the baby!

Surely if she took those pills for ALL of high school, they would’ve lost their effect after a while?

God I love high Finn. He just CHUCKED Matt outta that chair. 

Puck knows what’s up. Kurt thinks it’s vitamin C, because Vogue said so, and Iove him. He also looks SO weirded out

Terri gave him a whole BOX huh?

Time for season 1′s best mash-up. I love this so much. They’re all going so HARD and Finn looks like his eyes are about to pop right out. The way he’s rubbing the mic... How could they not tell he was off his face???

MIKE’S SINGING. MIKE’S SINGING BACK UP AND NOBODY’S WINCING. Glee has no continuity confirmed

I feel like I shouldn’t find this performance cute because they’re all meant to be high as shit BUT THEY’RE JUST SO EXCITED???

Kevin McHale bumps every song features in up by at least 2 letter grades and that’s just a fact

LET MIKE CHANG DANCE!!!! LET HIM DANCE FOREVER HE DESERVES SO MUCH

I would say the same for Matt but then I’ll get sad about him being dumped into the void in like 16 episodes time

Oh Rachel worrying about Quinn... Be still my gay heart

Rachel just cuts right through her bullshit without hesitating for a second. She knows what it’s like to feel like the odd one out and she’s doing the absolute most to make sure Quinn doesn’t feel that way and I love her for it

The way Quinn slowly turns to face her... And Rachel says they don’t have to be enemies and Quinn can’t understand why Rachel would offer her a second chance... 

Quinn legit draws porn of Rachel it’s canon. I mean it’s fucked up but there are only so many reasons a person would do that

“I would’ve tortured you if the roles were reversed you know” “I know” And then the way she watches Rachel walk away... My HEART

Ken and Terri, the power duo of awful

“Laughing... Talking... All the stuff she never does with me” I hate it. They suck. Emma is a dumbass for agreeing to date a guy who she just genuinely doesn’t like and Ken’s just an ASSHOLE for bullying her into it

And now Ken’s about to propose because he’s being bullied into it. Why the fuck does this happen?

I don’t buy that Rachel took this long to berate all the girls for not prepping their mash-up harder after the boys killed theirs. She’d be right on that

Kurt I love the waistcoat and the bowtie but WHAT is happening on your ELBOWS.

You really wanted those guys in cornrows, Kurt? None of them have the length for it. ALSO I love that the exotic bird feathers thing comes back next season 10/10

F-ROD!!! GO OFF RACHEL!!! Even if Finn doesn’t know what half these words mean!

Rachel really wakes up with flawless hair, huh! And then she just... Does all that. She never stops being extra...

Did they just start walking in the opposite direction?

I feel like it’s dumb that Rachel doesn’t just tell Mr Schue that they all took pills, but it’s more in character for her to not waste an opportunity to perform anyway

Howard Bamboo,totally unqualified man who absolutely isn’t staff, is just allowed on campus to deliver DRUGS? HELLO???

Quinn only gets folic acid... And yet I’m pretty sure she manages to keep up with everybody else. HOW?

“What’s up with Ken?” [FRANTIC PAPER SHREDDING] 

I don’t care how married you are, no person should lick another person’s face

I can physically feel the awkwardness between Will and Terri. JUST DIVORCE ALREADY

Don’t like ya Will but you’re right, shit’s not healthy if there’s no space!

Imagine proposing in the staff room at work just because a random woman told you to

“Emma Pilsbury, this is not an engagement ring” “Oh thank god--” “No, I mean, it is” Just take the L, Ken

AND ALSO ANGELS!!!

Quinn’s so fucking concerned. I love this

I usually don’t like yellow clothes but these girls make it look so dang CUTE. More pastels plz

Again, I have no idea how pregnant Quinn is keeping up at all...

HALOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Kurt’s wearing those blocky shades so the boys can’t see his betrayal

Where the hell did this mock-stage set up come from

“We came up with the idea together!” No... Will, that was Sue. Sue gave you the idea

Emma’s pretty much explicitly told Will she’s only marrying Ken because Will won’t be with her. EVERYBODY SUCKS

This argument between Terri and Emma is a nightmare. The most confrontational person VS the least... I’d fucking evaporate if Terri came at me like that

The way Emma’s voice shakes when she tells Terri that Will deserves better... Ouchie

Quinn is just adorable. Diana made this character, and she did such an amazing job... She’s more empathetic than she lets anybody realise

The fact that Terri won’t even help this TEENAGE GIRL pay for the baby that she’ll eventually adopt is a nightmare. Where do you expect her to get the cash from?

Wanting to get married without being married is kind of a mood... Secret marriage

BEING A PUSHOVER WHEN IT COMES TO YOU DOESN’T MAKE HIM A GOOD MAN

Finn and Rachel both realising they screwed up is perfect. 

Finn continuing to not know what any words mean is also perfect

This is a cute Rachel moment actually... Yes girl compete WITH your friends!!! You’re a team!!!!

Ahh, methamphetamines! That’s what it was. Yeah, fuck Terri

I’m still looking at Matt Morrison’s lips and trying to figure out if he’s had fillers. They just curl too far!!!

Mr Schue being called out for making things too competitive - fine, I guess. Bringing in SUE to rectify that...??? Hello? Figgins?

Those white jeans are a LOOK Kurt. He’s like a twink Steve Jobs rn

Britt and Santana’s little smiles at each other when Sue’s announced as co-captain... Hell yeah future wives

I’d like to think Will’s upset about Emma marrying Ken for the right reasons (i.e. Ken’s an asshole) but we been knew he’s not. He’s looking at her like he’s just been shot

AIN’T NOTHIN GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE! NOBODY GONNA SLOW ME DOWN! OH NO, I’VE GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN!

I really just love how stupid this show is! It makes no god damn sense and I fall for it every time!

[generalthirstclub]

I am the shame of god but here’s the meme

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - passes the fuck out. head empty no thoughts - if you’re lucky he might manage to mumble a “goonite” - either way: a literal angel wtf - this bitch tender B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - I think he knows he’s got cake. he’s double cheeked up. dummy thicc, if you will. - if you have tiddies he likes those. also, on a more innocent note, ur hands!!! and ur stomach and your eyes and your lips and your thighs a C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) - doesn’t get too riled up about it one way or another - he kinda likes seeing it on you 😳 - not ur face though that’s icky. he doesn’t want any on his face so it doesn’t occur to him that you would - if you specifically ask he’ll be like “ew ok lol” - if you swallow it he goes 😧😳🥴 - I don’t like how confronting this question is because it makes me ponder the logistics of this whole situation D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - not really a secret but a bitch gets pegged on the reg E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) - no fucking clue. he’s quick to figure out what works though - real perceptive! - if he can’t figure it out himself, sometimes he might try to ask you whether or not you like something but he can’t get the question out bc he’s baby F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) - ohohohoho back this mans up against a wall - also you know how he does the splits? th - anything where he’s contorted in some crazy way appeals to him - if he’s topping pls put a leg over his shoulder he will uwu G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) - he’s a huge dweeb at all times. if something you do or say strikes him the slightest bit funny he’s gonna cackle. - you made a face he thinks is funny? mid coitus he’s snickering. he will imitate your funny face. what a bastard H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) - I hate this question because it makes me think about the fact that I am writing this about a goddamned train… trains don’t have p*bes… I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  - oh he’s heart eyes all the way babey. - he might try to put on this Indifferent Sex God act but really? he just likes you a whole lot - smooches. constantly. all the time J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) - if anyone sees him do that he’ll literally die right there on the spot - he either waits until the dead of night or makes up some excuse as to why he has to leave right now and go alone to some exceedingly secluded part of the rail yard - if it’s the former he can Indulge. the latter is reserved strictly for emergency situations - if a bitch is indulging a bitch is indulging. hes gonna think abt something cute he saw you do (or whoever else hes jerkin it to idk) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) - pain. both giving and receiving - any kind of marks - hair pulling. also both giving and receiving - praise. praise him. tell him he’s pretty. tell him he’s doing a great job. tell him you love him so much. t L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) - pretty vanilla about this one actually (see N) - push him up against a wall - or let him push u up against a wall! the red caboose would like to be of use mother fucker! M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) - being a little shit - read: when he’s bratty and you snap at him - or the other way around - also? feeling wanted. when he does something vaguely sexy and sees someone looking at him for too long. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - anything in public— he’d just be so embarrassed if you were caught! also I feel like consent is a huge thing for him and whoever walks in on 2 people fucking did not consent to seeing that - anything especially degrading to his partner, though he doesn’t mind being called a little slut if he’s bottoming 😳 - not really into the whole pet play thing. “that’s silly! you’re not a dog!” O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) - again, no clue what the fuck he’s doing (see E) - very eager to please however! and you can’t tell me this bastard doesn’t have any oral fixation I mean look at him - n e wayz if he’s giving the best thing about it is how excited he gets. super messy as well. drools everywhere. - if he’s receiving then his pillow princess levels are maxing out. he’s having a good time. straight vibing if you will - you went and sucked all his braincells out thru his dick! - tries to cover his mouth but he’s not gonna be that much quieter (see V) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) - entirely depends on his fickle moods. sometimes he’s in that Cherishing Mood. other times he’s a wild untamed feral fucking animal Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) - not very often. I don’t imagine he’d prefer it. - however if he’s in that wild untamed feral fucking animal mood he’s not opposed to it R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) - as long as it definitely won’t kill either of you he’s down - big fan of knifeplay tbh. - In general he’s more willing to risk hurting himself than his partner bc he definitely likes you and would be upset if you got hurt S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) - leans more towards one long round than a bunch of short rounds because (see A) this motherfucker busts one nut and is out like a light - he only lasts as long as he does (which is to say, very average) by sheer force of will. unfortunately sometimes this means stopping for a second to get ahold of himself T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) - seems like the type to have like. One (1) big old dildo that NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT!!! U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - ooohohoho so much - (see M) sometimes he does vaguely sexy stuff,,, on purpose 😔 - again idk how to approach this for anthro trains but if we think of them as just people then uh - wears clothes that he knows will show his tumtum if he stretches 😳 and then he stretches 😳 in front of u - it’s an easy way to read people! if they have no interest in him then they won’t pay it any mind. if they do, this is the easiest possible way to figure out about it V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) - louder than average for sure - starts out with just his breathing changing audibly, - then that changes to either high whines or low growls (depending on what’s happening) - he’ll try to muffle himself either by covering his mouth or keeping it closed. it won’t work - a lot of “mmf”s are still gonna get through 😔 - if you can convince him to uncover his mouth… fuckin get ready - hes about to sound super pretty and breathless 🥺🥺🥺 - if you had a mcr phase and you remember destroya… it’s like that kinda - you know how wide his vocal range is? it shows W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) - he makes real cute faces and is super embarrassed about it - tries to hide his face in the crook of your shoulder 🥺 - on an unrelated note I feel like he’d call it “making love.” just cause he’s baby X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) - just a regular old pp? he seems like the type to be a little shorter than average but his diameter game is certainly not lacking Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) - not terribly but when he’s ready he’s READY Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - IMMEDIATELY

[lvehui]

WHEN THE MOON MET THE SUN | JIHAN, CHAPTER THREE

2:19 pm

"I thought you said you've been here before," Jeonghan says.

Joshua pauses, taking a deep breath before moving forward again, reluctantly so. "I have," he responds. His answer is simple, but for the most part, he doesn't know enough Korean to give the other male a better answer.

For the most part.

"If that's the case, then why are you acting as if you've never hiked this trail before?" Jeonghan laughs, looking over his shoulder to see Joshua, who is clearly struggling behind him.

"I don't..." He misses a step and almost stumbles, which scares the shit out of him, but he doesn't yelp or make his fear obvious. "...remember... this part."

When they had been dropped off at Griffith Park, the duo realized that in order to get a closer view of the monument, they had to hike all the way up there, to the top. Of course, Jeonghan didn't have a problem with doing that--- Joshua could already tell Jeonghan was the type of guy to go head first into anything, just for the thrill, even if that meant risking his life in the process. (Okay, maybe that was a bit morbid, but his point stands.)

As for Joshua?

Well, he was apprehensive about it. Hiking was just climbing, and the climb wasn't that steep, so it wasn't really a big deal. The chance of falling was possible, but not big enough to scare him away from following Jeonghan up this hill--- and not big enough to stop him from following Jeonghan anywhere, when it boiled down to it.

So here is, putting one foot in front of the other, not knowing where his eyes should be looking. At his feet, getting dizzy in the process, feeling time going by too slowly as sweat dribbles down his nape? At the sky, lifting his head up to watch the birds circle on by, envying their wings?

Nope. The only reason Joshua is doing all of this is because of this foreign boy, who is happily marching up this dirt-ridden, grass-covered, peony sprinkled hill, even though it seems to go on forever and ever.  

And it's certainly weird--- Joshua has never really pushed himself out of his beloved comfort zone for anyone else's sake. Hell, he doesn't ever remember being this active since middle school, when he had no choice but to participate in P.E class.

In all honesty, if it had been anyone else besides Jeonghan, Joshua doesn't think that he would've been as able to come out of his 'zone' as easily as he did. Instead of hiking with a man he barely knows and just met an hour ago, he's pretty sure that he'd be at the cafe, working until five pm. Then, after he'd get off work, he'd head straight home, where he'd spend the rest of the night marathoning Inuyasha like a total dweeb.

Yeah, he had friends, a small circle--- or more like a scatterplot, with only a few dots. Some were here, some were there, but he barely saw them unless it was at school--- small talk--- or over the phone, where the topic of conversation was usually homework and nothing else.

All in all, anyone that knows Joshua is aware of his experience with most things--- mainly people and the entire world.

But Jeonghan doesn't know Joshua, or at least, not that well, considering the one hour they've been around each other. And because he doesn't know Joshua, it's Joshua's chance to reinvent himself, put himself out of his 'zone,' and do all of the things he's always read about--- go on an adventure, do something crazy in the process, and fall in love.

"Shua!" he hears Jeonghan holler, several steps ahead of him now, snapping Joshua out of a daydream induced haze. With his hand, he says, 'hurry, hurry.' "Keep up!"

That's the thing--- he wonders if he can.

*＊✿❀　❀✿＊*

At one point, Joshua's feet finally reach the top, dog tired from the thirty-minute journey uphill, sweat against beneath his shirt. Yet, above all else, he doesn't mind the sun too much, for its glow upon Jeonghan's head makes him look like an angel from any angle. (Trust him.)

"We're here!" Jeonghan exclaims, waving his hands around excitedly, in tiny balled-up fists. His smile--- the one that Joshua has already seen more than five times in the time that he's known Jeonghan--- is a direct attack upon Joshua's heart, as the foreigner looks Joshua squarely in the eye, twinkling. "Wow!"

Joshua can't help but reflect Jeonghan's genuine happiness as he looks up from his hunched over, hands on his knees position. "Wow," he breathlessly repeats, laughter on the tip of his tongue.

"I know!" Jeonghan confirms. Not a second goes by where Joshua sees Jeonghan's spirit die--- it's always there, whether it's blazing with passionate or calm and serene. He likes that.

Following Jeonghan's lead, Joshua walks to the rail sitting above the Hollywood sign. Emphasis on above, because apparently, they can't actually go next to the sign itself. Jeonghan clearly says that rule is lame in Korean, but the park ranger has no idea how to speak or understand Korean, nor does he know that Korean and Chinese aren't the same thing.

But Jeonghan gets over it quickly, in awe anyways, as if he can't believe that what's happening right then and there is real. It's amusing and cute, the way the man's mouth opens and closes every two seconds, going 'woah!' and 'oh!'

With a deep breath, Joshua exhales as he places his hands into his jean pockets and looks beyond the sign, right into the far off view of the city. Buildings shoot out of the ground like they were made to be there, some tall, some small, and hills and hills and hills covered with houses and palm trees and just... everything that Joshua has seen before, ten times over.

Yet, for some reason, it all feels new. It feels like he's never seen these things before, like he's looking at it for the first time. Especially this pale, powder blue sky, which is clear and nothing special, but the very thought of it being infinitely in front of his eyes is like a breath of fresh air.

He turns to Jeonghan, whose hands are gripping the railing, the upper half of his body leaning forward and his shoes being on their tippy toes. Joshua sees the child-like wonder in him, a thousand dreams captured by his eyes and nothing else, only a quiet smile upon his face.

Joshua looks forward too, slowly placing his hands onto the face and holding his head up high, thinking, That's funny.

I don't remember this part.

[cruzrogue]

Enter My World

Kinda lost steam to this story… It was created because I had writers block for a gift story (Olicity FanArt/Fic Appreciation Exchange) which is called Home is a Gift and the words to this story came easier then. But I still think about it… so here is an update. I have basically the next chapter down. That next chapter will focus on Moira/Felicity (subject to change) like this one was suppose to be more focused on Tommy/Felicity but landed being more Oliver/Felicity.

It also posted on A03

Anyways I hope you like.

previous chapter 5

Chapter 6

Tommy is busy repainting one of the model airplanes his sister gave him. Red and black being the colors he prefers for this one in particular he’s working on and not the sky blue with yellow flowers. He hears the heavy footprints of his best friend entering the workshop off the garage he is using.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Liccy gave me her planes. Repainting them.”

Oliver is looks at the other two planes off to the side with one that is totally painted in different shades of pink another he actually helped paint its grey with blue patches.

“She gave you her planes. Why?”

“Oh dude, you should see her room. It’s like totally empty.” Tommy points to some boxes. “All that is from Felicity’s room. She now trying to get my mom and dad to sign off on her new wardrobe but my parents aren’t haven’t it.”

“What’s in those boxes?”

Dipping his tiny brush into some more red ink he just tells his friend, “Go look for yourself.”

Oliver pushes some boxes around and opens the lid to see some videos. Grabbing one he looks at Tommy who is intently painting slowly not to mess up. “She’s getting rid of all these movies too? She loves them.”

“Loved. Do you think I should put red on the tip of the wings or leave them black?”

“Loved?” Oliver moves to look at another box of stuff so far, he is confused he looks back at Tommy and just says, “Red tips would enhance it better.”

“Cool thanks, and I swear if I believed in pod people, I would so say she’s one of them.”

“Tommy?” Oliver’s voice has a tremble which his best bud doesn’t catch on to. “Can we talk about your sister.”

Tommy stops to now notice his best friend standing a few feet away from him looking expectant of something. “Um sure. I thought we already were?” Seeing his best friend look sheepish kind of already suggests where the subject is heading. “Is this about liking my sister?” The nod Oliver gives answers that question. “Do you still like her? Like, like her?”

“Tommy, I’ve always liked your sister, but yea I care for her a lot and your dad said somethings…”

“My dad? Okay am I the only non-pod person because this is all just weird. When did you have time to talk to my dad? You just got here.”

“I took your sister home from the party.”

“The one you disappeared from. The one your jealousy showed?”

“You saw? Why didn’t you…”

“No! I heard about it! What I didn’t know is that you had a talk with my dad. About Felicity!” His tone a little agitated. “I can deal with guys like Max Fuller, Ollie. What I can’t deal with is my best friend not respecting my wishes.”

“What about what Felicity wants?”

“Really? You, who shunned her. She isn’t your first choice.”

“Are you upset that I chose you over her?”

Tommy looks at the plane he is working on and back at his best friend. “No. I’m not actually mad at you. I’m pissed with myself. I’m the reason she’s miserable.”

“What?”

“Oliver! There are six boxes, six boxes of Liccy’s stuff right there behind you. She stayed with me the night the painters came. Made me promise not to tell anyone and she admitted to me why she really wants to change.” He sighs and admits.

“Are you going to spill?”

Tommy grumbles. “She thinks she’s a dweeb. I mean she is but that isn’t the point. The point is she thinks it.”

Oliver shakes his head his buddy isn’t being much help. “You mind if I go speak to her?”

“If she’ll talk to you. Good luck.”

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Oliver has walked up these stairs many times. It is on the way to Tommy’s room which is across from his sister’s room. He stops at the door and he can hear blaring music. Knocking once… twice… three times and waits for acknowledgment. When he doesn’t get any, he knocks again.

“Felicity?”

The music is still blaring and he takes a moment to look at the closed door wondering if he should knock again or leave. Choosing to knock. He bangs his hand against the door and he can hear the sound playing in the room lowering and soon after the door opens.

His mouth drops at the sight. Felicity just looks surprised and says his name.

“What… what are you wearing?”

She looks down at her ensemble before looking at Oliver. “It’s a replica of the school’s cheerleading outfit. I’m going for try outs this coming week.”

“Why?”

“Why? What kind of question is that?”

“I mean.” Oliver is stumped.

“Did you knock on the wrong door? Tommy’s is that one.” She points.

“Funny!” He lets out a Ha. “I came to talk to you.” Now Felicity looks at him weird.

Figuring that it could be the noise so she asks, “Is the music to loud? I’m just practicing.”

“No. Its fine.” Oliver scratches the back of his neck. This is getting ridiculously awkward quickly. “Can I come in?”

“Um…” she looks back at the mess of her room. She nods and steps aside letting him in. “Why are you here?”

Oliver looks around her sparse room devoid of the busy sweetness he has equated to her quirkiness. “What happened in here?”

She blows air from her nostrils she doesn’t need or feel like she needs to explain herself. Especially to a boy she can’t stop crushing on even when she belittles herself for doing it. Shutting the door to her room she turns to him. “Can’t we just leave it to I’m growing up?”

“We can. But…” He thinks a little to get the right words, “Why the drastic change? Did you really give up on everything you use to love?”

“Please tell me you didn’t come here to guilt trip me? I don’t need another brotherly love advice. Tommy is more than enough!” She starts to pick up her discarded clothing around her bed.

“First, I need to apologize. You were right.” Felicity has no clue about what he is talking about and it shows on her face. “But I do think it something that can be fixed.”

“Oliver, what are you talking about?”

“About us.” He lets out a sigh, “About you and I and what we mean to each other.”

“There is no us. Tommy told me that you were serious with some girl, that you couldn’t even go to that event at the science museum so I…”

“I lied to Tommy.” Felicity makes a startled gesture. “I didn’t know how to behave around you and so I lied and told Tommy and I didn’t even think of the consequence I mean him telling you would-be worst-case scenario but…”

“You lied about seeing a hottie? You tell Tommy everything.” Felicity just can’t believe everything she thought about Oliver Queen being in a relationship could be a lie.

“That’s the thing, I told him that I liked you and the chain of events led us away from each other. Felicity, I’m miserable without you in my life.”

“That was your choice.”

“Don’t I know it.” He looks at her bed that’s holding a pile of discarded clothes. Thinking that if she gets her way, she’ll start go the route of being a carbon copy of everyone else. “Won’t the hectic schedule of being a cheerleader interfere with the math club?”

“If… It is a big if, if I can actually pull it off. I choose being a cheerleader over some stupid math thing.”

Oliver is taken back with that and without thinking he sits on her bed. The girl he has known loved all things about mathematics and the world of science. She pulled him in with how she saw the world. Now he truly is puzzled.

“When did math become senseless?”

“When your mom showed me another way. I want what your sisters have.”

“What? Why? I love my sisters but why would you want to be like them? It’s not like Emilia knows what she wants. She’s figuring it all out. She has her own passions.”

“Well at least she isn’t a dork.”

“Whatever you think my mom showed you is just a piece of any puzzle. Gosh Felicity, you have so many good traits that my baby sister is jealous of. Bet you didn’t know that.”

“Oliver! Please you want me to believe…”

“As cute as you look in that uniform.” He’s been trying not to look at her when she moving erratically in her pacing around her room. “I would really appreciate if you stop twirling its distracting.”

“Well that proves my point. My dorky clothes would never get that kind of comment.”

“Oh, you are so wrong!”

“Oliver can you stop lying to me?”

That makes Oliver finally snap. “I’m not. For someone who is changing so much don’t pretend to know me either.” That brings a silent pause. “Listen, I know you are upset with me. I’m sorry I hurt you. Really, I am. But I also can’t sit here and tell you that I like your change because it’s the dork you hate that I miss. The one who could ramble about statistics and have me eating out of her palms. You have no idea how awesome you are.”

“Then why did you stop…”

“I stopped because… because my thoughts of you weren’t…” He stresses this word out hoping she gets it. “Friendly. Your brother could see it. He was, is only interested in keeping you safe. I get that. That is why I stepped back.”

“I don’t get why you need Tommy’s permission for anything. It infuriates me.” That actually gets him to laugh. “It’s not funny.” He continues to chuckle. He figured out Tommy. Tommy placed all that stress on him to see what he would do. It’s weird. Before coming to see Felicity, his best friend told him that he didn’t think his sister would be so heartbroken. He wants her happy but he doesn’t want to see an even higher cost of his sister being hurt in the long run because after all Oliver is still a few years older and interests change.

“Have you actually seen any of this through my perspective?” The look on her face gives him the answer. “Right there is the reason. Felicity, I’m still a kid myself. It took me a few sit-down adult conversations before I knew why I held back on us.”

“You thought about us?”

“I really… really like you. I really do.”

“There’s a but there, right?”

“Yea, you might hate what I’ll say next but my mom really helped me see this.”

“Oh god, she doesn’t think I’m perfect enough!”

“What? No! That’s…” there is a solid knock on the door. Without either of them answering the door opens and both kids are surprised by who is standing in the hallway. Oliver says surprised, “Mom?”

[buri-art]

we stan Please Save my Earth!! I always get so happy when i find a fan lol anyways did you read the sequel? i wanted to, like so so much because i've heard good thing about it but the change in the art turn me off, it is so bad?????

Yaaaaay, always good to find PSME fans! : D (This is primarily an Akatsuki no Yona blog, though.) I did read the sequel (Boku wo Tsutsumu Tsuki no Hikari, which takes place 15 years later) and although it has wonky art, I did enjoy it. I’m also four volumes into the sequel to the sequel, Boku wa Chikyuu to Utau, which takes place another 4 years later. My feelings toward both are a little complicated, so I’ll discuss Boku-Tsuki first (and I’ll also answer your other questions behind the cut, since this will get long!): 

I love PSME so much that OF COURSE I love having more of it and seeing what the characters are doing when they’re older (though I’m sad that characters like Rin’s mom and Boon never made appearances! Tamura himself only had one scene, haha). It’s a very different story at first, which a fun focus on the children of a few of the old characters (plus some other kids they meet). I liked the kids’ relationships and perspectives a lot, with the PSME lore as background. I was hit and miss with how the old cast wound up, and it inevitably has colored how I look back at them in the original. However, I found the last arc (which spanned a few volumes) pretty… I don’t know. The phrase that comes to mind is a Chinese idiom, “pulling up sprouts to make them grow faster”, which means “spoiling by excessive enthusiasm”. It started to feel like Rin, Alice, Mokuren, and Shion were getting strangled by excessive drama/development. It’s like their characters were no longer allowed room to breathe. And it was during this arc that Hiwatari noticed that it was started to become a different story, which was why she abruptly asked her editor if she could conclude the series and start a new one under a different title. That makes sense, because Boku-Uta takes those changes a lot further. With this one, I feel it’s really overindulging in extra background development, which takes away from the mystique of the original.It’s also…. just weird. Like, Hiwatari writes weird stuff,  that’s why she’s so beloved because her stories are so unique. ^_^ I’ve read a lot (but not all) of her other works, and I loooooved stuff like Global Garden because–although the art style was wonky–I’ve never read anything quite like it. Well, except for PSME–it’s funny how it uses so many similar themes but plays them in such a different way. 

But with Boku-Uta, it’s like her publishers just stepped out of her way and said “you know what, you have such a fanbase that people will buy it no matter what you write, so go ahead, add more magic cats.” 

So, like, I really want to like this one too, but I find it difficult to. I do really like the continued developments of the younger generation which Boku-Tsuki focused on, but other than that, I find it difficult to enjoy. I read Volume 4 around 2am in an airport and just felt angry by the time I finished because some of the new plot twists just felt so stupid. XDSo, in conclusion, yes, Boku-Tsuki has a lot of merits, but it’s going to change your experience of PSME, which is why I can understand why a lot of PSME fans didn’t like it or choose not to read it. Boku-Uta is a natural progression from the ending of that one, so if you choose to read Boku-Tsuki, keep that in mind. But hey, I AM such a big Hiwatari fan that I know I’m going to buy every volume of Boku-Uta anyway. Maybe it’ll redeem itself in my eyes, it still has some interesting elements keeping me going. Okay, on to your other PSME Ask: “sorry, i just found this tumblr so i’m going to ask a lot of PSME questions lol: favorite characters and why?“I love this question. : D Ironically I was just talking with a friend about this the other day since she’s borrowing the manga from me, and I didn’t really know how to answer it. As stated before, my perceptions of the characters has been affected by reading Boku-Tsuki.So like… just because they get the best development, how can I NOT love the Rin-Alice-Shion-Mokuren quatrad?? I keep going back and forth over the years between who of those four is my favorite. While reading the manga for the first time while I was a teen I think I usually leaned more toward Rin and Alice, but now maybe it’s Shion and Mokuren?? I don’t know XDDDAs for OTHER characters, though, part of what I love about it is that there are so many good supporting characters, especially beyond the basic seven kids and their past lives. So here are a few that come to mind to write some thoughts on: Haruhiko: I haaaaaaaated him with a passion as I was reading the manga because he was so whiny and helpless, UNTIL I got to the volume when he confessed everything to Alice, Jinpachi, and Issei, and it was like a switch was flipped and he became one of my favorites because of how much courage he had. You know how he really lightens up and gets comfortable talking with Alice later on? That’s the sort of person he remains in the sequel, which has made me like him even more. He’s mature and mostly at peace with his past, but not totally, and he can recognize that about himself without it taking over. But he’s not totally mature either—you know that scene when he fakes having heart trouble and then gets Alice to stop? And how he makes that “What did you think I was going to do? I’m not Shion!” joke right afterward? That’s the sort of nasty side of his personality that I love too. Looking back at the start of the series now, I see that he was courageous and understanding all along, he just had an extremely weighty situation to deal with. Mikuro: I can never see him the same way again after the sequel (in which he’s a major character). XDD It’s clear that he’s always been a pet OC of Hiwatari’s, but the cool, hard-boiled original character designs for him are nothing like the adult he’s become. He tries so hard to play it cool, but the guy’s a helpless dweeb sometimes. I always found it exciting to learn more about his EPIA life. An extra one-shot (Things Accidently Left Behind, I think it’s called?) gives a lot more backstory for him and introduces more of the EPIA characters, who I enjoy. (Fun fact: Remember his friend Tomoko who was briefly mentioned? She winds up marrying his brother Hokuto. XD Mikuro winds up in a complicated relationship with an American psychic named Pamela, whom I also really like, she’s a hoot.)Mode: I loved her as soon as I met her (and although I’m okay with how she was used in the final arc of the sequel, I sort of wish she could have been left as-is too). She was, through and through, such a good friend, but I like her sense of responsibility as a caretaker too. Lazlo: How can I not love Lazlo!!? The sob story gets played up a little TOO much and I think it was effective as-is in the original (like, we didn’t need to know that he and Kyaa got into the car accident while bringing home a toy for Shion to try to make him smile). In fact, it was Lazlo who made me realize that I have interest in being a foster mother someday. Rin’s Mom: She’s got such a rough job, seriously. She had a break-down, which I don’t blame her for, but I love the courage and understanding she shows after that. She’s the mom who Shion always deserved. Hajime: Always a favorite. XD But I also love that he’s not a huge influence on the story either, his mission has always been to support and take care of Alice, even if that means being critical of her decisions. There are a few extra chapters in Boku-Tsuki discussing Rin & Alice’s early parenting years, and they’re told from Hajime’s POV (he wasn’t exactly happy with the shocking situation), which I really enjoy. Daisuke/Hiiragi: He’s not as big a favorite now (because in some ways he and Jinpachi grew into lame adults XD), but I always liked him and found it funny how despite being the leader, he basically has no influence and is the least important of the seven. XDD It was liking him in a sort of feeling bad for him kind of way. The Lians: Part of what’s so cool about PSME is the development of the Homeworld, and I thought the role of the Lians fleshed out that world really well. Seeing Shion’s different relationships with them (they’re all doing their best, but the older one clearly has more of a way with him) was a nice touch. Plus, I just like and respect nuns in the first place, so that influences my view of them.

Tamura:  When I first read/watched it, I didn’t like him much because I thought he was too nosy and I just wanted to focus on the younger cast; the yakuza subplot was a turn-off at first. But looking back on it, Tamura is a such a great and unexpected driver of the plot for a shoujo manga. Nowadays if I rewatch or reread it, you’ll even hear me squeal about seeing Takeshi again. XDDIssei & Sakura: They are such a stinking cute, girly married couple in the sequel, and now it’s hard to ever see them the same way as in the original when I could just appreciate how their deep friendship took shape. If anything I didn’t want them to get married because that felt trite and like a Pair-the-Spares trope and it made it seem like that was the only possible result of a deep friendship between a girl and formal-girl-now-guy-on-purpose-due-to-failed-romance. BUT!! Boku-Uta does provide a nice insight on that, which I appreciate, and which explains why the other three are singletons (being from the Homeworld, they have a different wavelength from regular earthlings, which is why they harmonize well together (as do Rin and Alice), whereas Daisuke, Jinpachi, and Haruhiko can’t find partners to be in the same harmony with). But to back up a bit, Issei’s subplots was one of my favorites in the original. That scene when he “releases” Enju’s soul to go out and love deeply again was so sweet. : DSo like, I pretty much like EVERYONE due to deep attachment for the series, though my thoughts and feelings change over the years. These are just the thoughts coming to mind at the moment. XD

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Summer Anime 2018 Part 1: Nurupo

I feel bad for calling last season weak now, since that turned out okay, what with Megalobox, Hinamatsuri and Rokuhoudou (the best show you didn’t watch). Maybe this is a lesson to not be so negative, but all the positivity in the world can’t make this season look good. To balance it out, I’ll be bringing along some hot opinions from people getting paid to see the bright side this time.

P.S. Part 2 is here.

Island

What: A very Frontwing version of When They Cry, apparently. Awesome McCooldude wakes up on an island full of pliant girls and/or dark secrets.

✅  looks alright

❌ story is tryhard mystery nonsense based on convenient amnesia, very unlikely to deliver

❌❌ an absolutely terrible cast of generic VN characters, enjoy your common route hijinks with them

❌❌ Frontwing being Frontwing, please see picture.

ANN sez: “This episode accomplishes the two things that it absolutely must for the series to have a chance of succeeding: it makes the main trio of girls endearing enough and layers on some intriguing mysteries.”

Hanebad!

What: Some girls take badminton very seriously. Somewhere between genocide and extinction level event seriously.

✅  well animated and directed

✅  there appears to be more to the characters than nothing at all, so the overbearing presence of the drama llama might actually pay off

❌ has a tendency to wallow in ostentatious KyoAni-style presentational kitsch

❌ speaking of which, making the cast of Euphonium look like a bunch of carefree slackers by comparison is not a good thing

ANN sez: “From the lush colors of their school's flowers to the alienating saturation and long shots of their gym hallways, every mood HANEBADO strives for is captured perfectly through its visual storytelling, and solidified through fundamentally sturdy dialogue and plotting.”

Senjuushi

What: Touken Ranbu with firearms.

❌ This is a cute boys doing cute things anime set against a backdrop of global thermonuclear war and combining the ultra seriousness of ufotable TR with the slice of life tone of Doga Kobo TR makes for a very, let’s say, “uneven” experience. 

❌  Unsurprisingly, it has the production values of neither of the above and looks like crap instead.

❌❌ The localized title is “The Thousand Musketeers” and given the reckless pace in which it introduces pointless characters, it might actually hit that number in 12 episodes.

❌❌ Mobile game character designs must be stopped, for fuck’s sake

ANN sez: “The story itself has some promise, especially if you're a fan of antique guns.“

Shichisei no Subaru

What: VRMMO light novel garbage about MMO newtypes.

❌ High tier light novel tropes like “u die in the game u die 4 real”, grade schooler magical girlfriends and demigod abilities

❌ Yes, the characters start as grade schoolers and then there’s a timeskip where they become high schoolers. They don’t change at all, which is either cutting commentary on arrested development or an indication of how good this show’s writing is.

❌ Ideas like permadeath in an MMO and giving good players a stake in the game company are hilariously stupid even by this genre’s standards.

❌ You’ve seen this exact cast of characters before, likely in better shows.

❌❌ There’s really no single egregiously bad aspect, but the stank of mediocrity is so overwhelming as to deserve a double minus all of its own.

ANN sez: “This episode banks heavily on the appeal of its mysteries, but those mysteries actually are pretty appealing, and I ultimately respect this episode's choice to introduce so much of its world and characters before getting to the real conceit.”

Banana Fish

What: A well regarded classic manga about New York’s seedy gang underbelly of drugs and violence. And BL.

✅ ✅   Looks good. Like actually, legitimately good. Animation, character design, directing, this show is quality.

❌ Updating the setting to contemporary times seems like a not so great idea since everything about this is deeply steeped in the mid-80s gang violence and drugs panic, no matter how many smartphones get used.

♎ The pacing is ultra fast. While I will admit that I’ll take that over a snoozefest (especially in a seasonal rundown), if this wants to be a legitimate high tier anime it needs to let the atmosphere breathe more. 24 episodes isn’t much for a 19-volume manga.

❌ I’ve praised MAPPA for promising first episodes before, and then I got the likes of Yuri on Ice and Virgin Soul out of it. This is not an anime original so it will be harder to fuck up, but life finds a way - especially given the need for condensing the story as noted above.

❌ Ultimately, just being a classy production with proven writing isn’t the be-all-end-all; quality aside, I still have to like what it does, and I’m not sure what amounts to a homoerotic 80s crime B-thriller is exactly in my wheelhouse.

✅ What else are you gonna watch this season?

ANN sez: “The one negative I can foresee is that one character is portrayed as a fairly stereotypical gay sexual predator, and this story pitches itself consistently as a seedier exploration of its boys' love subject matter, so it's reasonable to expect these kinds of details going forward.”

Yume Oukoku to Nemureru 100-nin no Ouji-sama

What: Girls get their wish-fulfilment isekai nonsense too, it’s just a pretty pointless definition when you can just say “basic otome harem” instead. But sure, nondescript girl wakes up in fantasy dream universe where she has a magical trait that makes a large number of princes desire her. Call it what you like.

♎ Successfully avoids the most obnoxious otome harem and isekai tropes, but that just makes it even more bland

❌ lots of exposition about an universe that is hardly complicated and transparently an excuse anyway

❌ Main character is agreeable but exceptionally boring

❌ The princes are all generically princely and very little else

❌❌ combine that with sluggish pacing and this might be the most boring show so far, which is not an easy feat

ANN sez: “There were also some neat details here and there that I particularly appreciated, like the fact that our heroine is actually a working adult, as well as the idea that rather than being “trapped in a new world” she's in truth been returned to her home.”

Back Street Girls

What: A trio of yakuza thugs get a forced sex change because their boss wants to be an idol producer. It’s funny, laugh.

❌ This is not the warm, fuzzy trans acceptance anime you’ve been looking for, to put it mildly. I am not easily offended, but it would have to be pretty darn good to outrun this premise. Yeah, about that...

❌❌ runs its one joke (idols are not supposed to be thugs, like, at all!) into the ground before it exceeds a 3-minute short runtime; is actually 24 minutes long anyway. Hope you really like that joke.

❌❌ the execution of said joke is the pits of anime comedy, nothing but reaction faces and shouting

❌❌ production values are basically non-existent, at most you can say that they took the time to color in those manga panels

❌ learning that Chiaki Kon is directing this pile is just sad, put THAT in your auteur pipe and smoke it.

ANN sez: Nothing, since western licensors mysteriously chose to skip this one. Really a shame because I was looking forward to the outrage.

Isekai Maou to Shoukan Shoujo no Dorei Majutsu

What: It has “Isekai” and “Maou” in the title so what do you fucking think. What it doesn’t tell you is that it’s also about an MMO, for the full LN shitter nuclear triad.

❌❌ It’s about a loser otaku who gets trapped in his MMO wherein he has the mostest hax, complete with complementary slave pettan catgirl and slave oppai elf

❌❌ This is meant to be funny because he’s too much of a dweeb to put his penis where his mouth is.

❌ Technically better executed than Death March or Isekai Smartphone, so it gets one single minus for effort.

ANN sez: “The idea that Takuma is so insecure about talking to other people that he can only comfortably speak in the voice of his demon lord character is ingenious in a dramatic sense and endearing in a personal one, while Takuma's clear understanding of his personal failings makes him far more sympathetic than the genre's usual snarky protagonists.”

Satsuriku no Tenshi

What: Early teen girl checks herself into Silent Hill General Hospital for grief counselling.

✅  Atmosphere works reasonably well; it’s creepy where it needs to be, which is everywhere and all the time.

❌ The girl is a nonfactor blob and the tough guy she gets paired up with is an annoying chuuni edgelord (it is called 𝔄��𝔤𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 after all), which is not promising for the long run

❌ So obviously based on a run-of-the-mill spoopy RPGmaker freeware game you can practically see the floor tiles.

❌❌ 24 solid minutes of Getting Cornered By A Rape Metaphor quickly goes from unsettling to incredibly tedious.

❌❌ There’s really nowhere for this to go, given how unoriginal everything is; at best it’s going to be “it was all a dream”, at worst “everyone was dead all along, please feel sad now”.

ANN sez: “The design of the facility is one of those fanciful every-level-is-a-different-setting worlds, but the artistic effort strongly pushes the creepiness factor with a design aesthetic that suggests age, decay, and neglect.“

Harukana Receive

What: Girls play beach volleyball in scenic Okinawa, some light sports drama seems to be on the horizon.

✅  Looks just good enough

✅  Girls are just cute and likeable enough

❌ the sports aspect is weak; maybe I’m just spoiled on Emiya-san’s incredible beach volleyball scene right now, but even when not compared to a top tier studio ostentatiously flaunting the budget of their fucking cooking short the match here isn’t very compelling.

♎ where Hanebad has a bad case of the cereals, this may have the opposite problem of being too cotton candy to be worth it

✅  “good enough” is not a ringing endorsement, but counts for something when being just okay will net you a third or possibly second place of the season.

ANN sez: “This is, of course, all just conjecture right now. ”

Chio-chan no Tsuugakuro

What: We took Nichijou and replaced the surrealism with video game references and the production values with donkey dung. Let’s see if delta notices!

❌❌ Production values are not optional when you want to be Nichijou; it being astoundingly over the top and imbued with impeccable timing is a (or even the) main part of Nichijou’s appeal. Without them you’re left with basic reactionface manzai over awkward situations, the king of comedy.

❌❌ Suffice it to say, this show is 100% trying to be funny, while also 100% not succeeding at being funny.

❌Asscreed is a more original tentpole to rotate your first episode around than the usual Dragon Quest, but not by much.

♎ neurotic nerd main character that is little more than a bundle of social anxieties will be #relatable to anime professionals, observe:

ANN sez: “Chio's overthinking in this situation is both hilarious and painfully true-to-life, with her furious strategizing coming across as both absurd and very familiar to anyone who's not comfortable in conversation.”

Planet With

Wat: Appears to be a tokusatsu/crypto-mecha show aimed at the younger set, with the gimmick being that our protagonist is (initially?) on the side of the villains(?).

✅  Pretty wacky, actually. It definitely doesn’t neatly fit in your square notions of what an anime is, man (unless you’ve watched FLCL).

❌ It seems very uncertain whether the wackiness is in service of anything. It might be To Be Heroine, or it might just be Heybot with fewer fart jokes.

♎ Furthermore, it wants to be intriguing and sort of is, but merely being intriguing is not that hard - you just make no sense and hope for the best. This has the not making sense part down, do you feel lucky?

❌ tries to build up characters by immediately going for the sad flashbacks, which I never like, especially if the rest of the show is eIDLIVE-level nonsense.

❌ Looks mostly fiiiiiine, but is also full of subpar CG

ANN sez: “So if the heroes are fighting against someone who just wants peace, then what does that make them? And more importantly, if they find out that the bears aren't evil, will they stop?”

Hataraku Saibou

What: A cutesy educational comedy about the workings of a human body.

✅  Well made, characters are cute, topic is interesting.

❌ Educational aspect can get in the way; I’m not suddenly giving heavy exposition a pass just because it’s trying to teach me something, especially if it’s things I basically already know.

♎ Will have to show if it can keep coming up with good scenarios. The lung infection in episode 1 was alright and so will probably be the skin cut in the preview, but beyond that I’m not sure what’s left for red and white blood cells to do. I’m not expecting a show with this tone to tackle things like retroviruses, if you know what I mean.

♎ An actual storyline seems like too much to expect, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing but not a positive either.

✅  Doesn’t rock my socks off but is an easily watchable show with a fine idea and high production values, which again is hard to say no to right now.

ANN sez: “But since it culminates in one of my favorite scenes from the manga, visualizing sneezing as shooting a torpedo out your nose, I can forgive the random gendering of cells.”

Ongaku Shoujo

What: DEEN are getting in on the idol mobile game anime biz too.

✅  The main character’s gimmick is that apart from being A Honk, she can’t sing for shit; this is moderately funny.

❌ It might have counted for more if that hadn’t come out seconds before the episode ended. Even if it isn’t a momentous twist, it was more of a point of interest than the incredibly bland leadup to it had.

❌  Yeah, “Ongaku Shoujo” is an entirely indicative name of how generic this show is: Music + girls, indeed. I assume “Idols” was taken.

❌ I’m still not sure what the ideal cast size of a show like this is, but 12 idols is Idolmaster turf and as such too many. They have personalities? I think?

❌ a very small handful of cuts aside, woeful production quality; I know picking on DEEN is 2ez but this is not their finest work. Animation snobs can feel proud that there’s no CG dancing here, for the rest of us it’s an object lesson on why CG is the lesser of two evils.

✅  Tumbling SR cards in the ED (which is probably actually the OP) made me laugh; this show can’t even afford URs.

❌❌ Overall, just another idol show. Large cast plus presence of a P-san marks it as Im@s-type – but if you're in the market for an Idolmaster clone with bad looks, I would recommend Wake Up Girls instead because that’s at least pretty real at points.

ANN sez: They’re out for the weekend, ask again later. I suspect it’s nothing funny.

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What Luck | Werewolf!Shawn Soulmate AU

A/N: So I was sick today and I have a splitting migraine but I had to get this out because I’d lose it if I didn’t. Anyway this probably sucks and is too rushed and shit but I don’t care. 

Word count: 2,200

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Shawn and his mom moving in with you and your mom was possibly the best idea anyone had ever. First of all he was an alpha. A very big, very attractive, and very single alpha. Second of all you were an omega. A highly sought after werewolf, kind of adorable, very single omega. It just so happened the two of you would hit it off perfectly and you wouldn’t have to worry about finding the right one anymore because he was literally about to move in with you. What luck.

You had always grown up with just your mom. It was you and her against the world but when she got moved from a full time position at work to a part time one, the house became nearly impossible to afford. So your mom was faced with two options, move and find a small apartment or find someone to live with. The second option was a little off the table since her only sibling had half a dozen kids and she really didn’t want to have to squeeze into their already packed house. Getting an apartment was all good and fine in theory but finding one that was a two bedroom in a price range she could afford was nearly impossible.

When it seemed the only hope was to move into your aunt and uncle’s little chaos corner of the world, your mom got a phone call. Her best friend was moving back into town and she and her son were looking for a place to stay until she could get them an apartment. Of course this was perfect timing. Your house was plenty spacious for two more people and your mom could use the help. So two weeks later and you were helping Karen and her son who you hardly remembered as more than a brace faced dweeb that teased you about being so small, move into your house and that’s when your luck changed for the better.

“Sure you can carry that by yourself, pup?” Shawn asks from behind you.

You spin around, that voice and that nickname oh so familiar. Pup was what Shawn would call you because you were so small when you were a pre teen. You loathed that nickname but somehow now it seemed more endearing. You end up dropping the very heavy box you were carrying and staring at Shawn. He was six feet of well fit, mouth watering, jaw dropping gorgeous alpha. He was like those guys you saw on tv, the perfect guys with the handsome faces and six pack abs. He wasn’t real. This wasn’t Karen’s son. This wasn’t that kid with the braces and pierced ears you first met at a tupperware party when you were twelve. This had to be one of the movers...right?

“Oh shit, my books,” Shawn grumbles, walking over to where you dropped the box and an array of books were now scattered about your feet. “I’m Shawn by the way...you remember me right? Are you okay? Hello?” Shawn waves his hand in front of you, ducking down a bit to get at eye level with you.

“I’m not a pup,” you mumble, eyes cast down to the books. “I’m not twelve anymore, and I’m not a pup.”

“I know you aren’t twelve” He grins, squatting down and picking up the books while still looking up at you. He stands, an arm full of books as he reaches out and tilts your face up by your chin. “But you look like a cute pup to me.”

A flush spreads across your face and you turn away from him, all but running back into the house and up to your bedroom. The rest of the day goes by with your heart pounding every time he passed your bedroom door to put something in his room across the hall or you heard him talking. You had it bad for him. Real bad. But that’s okay, because he had it real bad for you too.

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Shawn invites himself into your room a few weeks later, casually walking in and laying down on your bed. You look over at him from where you’re sat with your laptop on your lap. “Hello?” you ask with a chuckle.

He looks over at you with a small smile and you can’t help but smile back. God why did he have to be so damn infectious? You were already, without a doubt, under his stupid charming alpha spell and he knew it. “Would you do me a favor?” he asks softly.

“A favor?”

“Yeah, a favor. I have a headache and the only thing that seems to help is when I rub my temples but I’m tired of rubbing them.”

You raise your eyebrows. “You want me to rub your head?”

Shawn rolls over, beaming at you with that adorable smile and those big brown eyes. “Please? I promise I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“You’d give me whatever I want anyways,” you smirk, remembering the other morning when he used all the milk for cereal and you complained you wanted cereal so he gave you his whole bowl. Then there was the day you were walking down to the corner store for snacks and you mentioned you were cold. He’d peeled his jacket off for you so fast it wasn’t even funny. He let you shower first every day, he let you eat the rest of his favorite ice cream, he even let you keep his fuzzy blanket that you fell asleep under on the couch while watching a movie.

Shawn bites his lip and looks down at your lap. “So what if I’m soft on you? I’ll give you more of whatever you want.”

“Alright, fine,” you giggle and put your laptop aside. Shawn crawls over and lays his head on the pillow you place on your lap and looks up at you. You can’t help but touch his jaw, ghosting your fingertips over either side as his eyes fall closed. You bring them up to his temples as start rubbing slow deliberate circles into the mess of hair there.

He purrs, mouth falling open a bit as you rub away. He grips the blankets and you can’t help but notice the way his toes seem to curl and uncurl. For a moment you stop so you can unfold your legs and reposition the pillow on your stomach as you lean against your headboard. Shawn’s hands find your legs and as soon as you start rubbing his head again he returns the favor, sliding his hands up and down your calves. His purring continues until they turn into soft snores and you just let him lay there and sleep. He looked so sweet, so tender while he slept. It made your stomach flip flop to know he trusted you enough to see him like this. It made you wonder what went through his mind when he saw you. ______________________________

Things go on like this for weeks. The two of you becoming incredibly close, but never saying anything about it. You go out to dinner together. He helps you with your homework. You watch movies together and talk for hours on end. It was as if the two of you had been together forever, it felt so comfortable, so natural. Hand holding became the normal. Forehead kisses in the morning and at night or just whenever became normal. Shawn somehow wiggled his way into your heart and settled there and you didn’t mind one bit. The first night Shawn stays in your room you think you know he is the one. You’d never slept well with another person before, but with Shawn you slept like a log. He held you close, arm tucked around your chest with his face pressed into your hair. It felt so right, so perfect. You wanted it every night.

The day after you share your bed you find yourself walking in the woods thinking about how you want to approach Shawn about the relationship the two of you had built. What were you? Just friends? A couple? Mates? You bite your lip and look up at the canopy over head. God, to have Shawn as your mate would be the best thing that ever happened to you. Deep down you hoped that was what he thought of you, that he felt the same way. He’d never indicated that he didn’t, but insecurity sucked and you couldn’t help but second guess everything.

You wander along a while longer, lost in your own thoughts when you hear it, a low growl from the trees beside you. You back up on the trail, stumbling over a branch and losing your balance for just a second. A large black wolf steps out of the tree cover and onto the path before you. Not once in your life had you ever encountered a wolf like this in these woods. Your heart races, panic setting in as you think this may be a werewolf that’s lost its sense of humanity. Those werewolves from horror stories your friends told each other in high school.

You turn and start to run. Branches and leaves whip by you as you make your way back to the flat stretch of grass that was your backyard. Your feet ache, slamming into the dirt and rocks that lined the earth below you. You were fast for an omega but not fast enough. A heavy weight slams into your back just as you step foot onto the lush grass of your yard. Your knees hit the ground first and then your chest, you’re pinned under the wolf. Before you can cry out for Shawn, the werewolf on top of you shifts and suddenly you feel teeth on your shoulder. Very not wolf like teeth.

“I got you, pup,” Shawn whispers huskily into your ear.

Relief washes over you as you realize the black wolf was just Shawn fully shifted. “You’re a jerk,” you grumble as you try to roll over under Shawn’s weight.

Shawn crawls off and rolls you over onto your back. “I was just playing with you,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair.

“Just playing?” you groan, rolling over and sitting up. You brush some grass off your knees and push at his shoulder. “You could tell me that before you scare the crap out of me. I thought you were some feral werewolf come to kill me in the woods.”

Shawn kneels in front of you and helps you clean your legs off. “I wouldn’t let any other wolves near you,” he looks at you through soft lashes, “You know I’ll keep you safe right?” You nod, knowing he would. He reaches out and picks some grass from your hair and off your cheek. Once he’s satisfied with his cleaning, he rests his hand on your knee. “Sorry I tackled you so hard.”

“It’s fine,” you smile softly. “I’m just not used to having an alpha around.”

Shawn stands up and grabs your arm as you reach out to him. He hauls you up with ease, pulling you close to him and smiling. “I’m going to be around for a while y’know.”

“I sure hope so,” you say with a little smile. Now would be the perfect time to ask him what you were to him but you just can’t seem to get it out. You turn and head for the house instead. He doesn’t let you go for more than a few steps before he’s falling in sync beside you and putting his arm around your shoulders. “What?” you laugh nervously as he looks down at you. You secretly hope he can’t read your mind or something because he looks like he wants to say something important but isn’t.

“Nothing, you’re just really cute.” Shawn says with a boop to your nose before he runs into the house. You chase after him and as soon as you get into the doors he scoops you up with his arms around your waist.

“Hey!” you squeal, kicking in his grasp and he gives a little nip the back of your neck and making you go still. “H-hey, that’s not fair. You know that’s my weak spot.”

“Of course I do,” Shawn murmurs, nuzzling your neck and biting again playfully. “I oughta know all my pup’s weak spot.”

You flush. He’d never called you his before. You liked how it sounded. “Say it again,” you whisper and he turns you around his his arms. You look up at him and he is grinning big.

“Pup.”

You shake your head.

“My pup,” he says putting emphasis on the ‘my’ part. You grin and he leans down, kissing your forehead. “My babe.” He kisses your nose. “My girl,” he whispers, lips brushing against yours before he captures them in the softest kiss you’ve ever received. It’s innocent, warm and gentle, and you never want it to end. You bring your arms up around his back and he stops for just a moment, lips still brushing yours as he says, “My mate.”

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

What are some of your favorite fanfics?

AAAAAAAAAAAAA GET READY FOR JUST SO MANY FICS

ok quick self promo but my erasermic/tododeku fic Heart, Mind, and Soul is still ongoing (I haven’t updated it in a while because I’m a bad person but it’s not abandoned)

Also I can’t do hyperlinks because I’m on mobile but please look these up, they’re all so good.

Get To Know You by mikewritesthings is great. Sero shamelessly flirts with Iida and Iida is an adorable, oblivious dweeb.

Story Time by mikewritesthings. Hizashi recounts his and aizawa’s love story. It’s also tagged as “#Hizashi is a melted bisexual puddle on the floor” and that’s really all you need to know about it.

Petal Steps by PitViperOfDoom is AMAZING. It’s a tododeku Greek god/goddess AU. I’m not super brushed up on my Greek mythology but Deku is the god of spring (I think) and Todoroki is the god of the underworld. It’s just. Go read it.

At First Sight by mikewritesthings is cute. Aizawa gets hit with like a love quirk or something and it makes everyone fall in love with him, so everyone’s acting super weird to him (cough except one person because they’re already in love with him cough)

Responsibility by yaanchan. This is what inspired my fic. At the time when I wrote mine, Responsibility was unfinished, but now there’s a second part called Liability! So go read it! It’s erasermic being parental to/adopting Todoroki, but Liability is a lot more serious and deals with extreme child abuse, so, content warning.

Daily Lives of Pro Heroes by Powerhh. Obligatory group chat fic. The opening lines are all you need. Star Spangled Man: My dear colleagues! Aizawa: oh god no

More Like ENDEVIL, Amiright? By TheBabbleRabble. Class 1-A bands together to fuck with Endeavor. Kirishima punches him in the face. It’s a great fic and everyone should read it.

Adventures in Babysitting by Priestlyislove. Aizawa gets hit by an age-regression quirk. I like this fic a lot. All Might punches Hizashi in the face to try and get Aizawa to stop crying. It’s wonderful. Aizawa mostly stays himself in this fic but the issue is that he occasionally reverts to child-level intelligence. It’s hilarious.

Paved With Good Intentions by KuriKuri. Someone uses their quirk on Aizawa and “makes” him fall in love with Hizashi. It’s sweet (and there’s a twist so Aizawa does actually love hizashi etc you’ll see)

Warm Nights by KuriKuri. A 5+1 fic of the times Erasermic shared a bed. Good shit.

Summer Stars by PitViperOfDoom. Todoroki comes home with Midoriya over break. Mama Midoriya has a lot of love to give. 13 chapters

Reverie by AuspiciousWhiskers. Shinsou x Deku. Shinsou realizes that Deku’s hero mumbling puts him to sleep. They have a sleepover. It’s cute af.

Not BNHA but should be mentioned anyway because they’re amazing:

Hang the Fool by AlmaMeDuele is quite good. 22 chapters of slow burn McHanzo.

Body in Electric Blue by saltsoldier. McHanzo bodyswap due to a glitch in the respawn system. It’s funny and y’all should read it.

Lost in Translation by BenevolentErrancy. HANZO SAYS DIRTY SHIT TO JESSE IN JAPANESE, JESSE IS CONFUSED, AND GENJI WANTS TO MURDER HANZO. it’s SO FUNNY

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors by vandoodle. This is truly the fake marriage fic that every fandom deserves. McHanzo have to pose as husbands and infiltrate the suburb. This is easily my favorite fic on this list. Tagged as “#finally I can use my southern upbringing to create something very gay”

four days by starscryThis is my other favorite fic on this list. McCree convinces Hanzo to pose as his boyfriend because he’s been telling his family that he has a boyfriend when he very much Does Not. Drinks are had. Beds are shared.

An Exercise In ‘Worthless’ by beastofthesky. This is my all time fav Destiel fic. Cas is a (PhD?) student and Dean is a tattoo artist. Dean doesn’t think he’s good enough. A bit of it: “I mean, you’re–” He gestures at Cas, in his neat oxford shirt and nice pants. “–and I’m a high school dropout who tattoos for a living.”

[rp-addict]

AAAHH Real Monsters Starters #1

“Hey, _____, don’t forget your purse!” “Open up, quick, there’s a monster out here!!!” “I can’t wait for Halloween!  I’m gonna scare those kids so bad, they’ll never sleep again!” “Hah, you couldn’t scare your own shadow!” “I hear they throw rotten eggs everywhere!” “What’re you lookin’ at?” “Do you mind?” “Bad hair day…” “A night of mischief, a night of mayhem, a night of total terror!” “How hard could it be to scare the pants off an eight year old?” “This was all you came up with!?” “I’m glad you find this all so amusing.” “What?  You think you deserve to go out on Halloween?” “As far as you ringworms are concerned, there is no such thing as Halloween!” “First the Tooth Fairy, now this.” “Mom just ruined my Halloween.” “I’ll be good, _____.  I promise.” “Go with the flow.” “I don’t think I’ll be able to go.  I had some bad pencils for lunch and they’re sitting in my stomach like lead.” “What if we get caught?  What if we get lost?” “What if it starts to rain and my ears fill up with water and I drown?  It could happen.” “How humiliating.” “I’ve never felt so embarrassed.” “I brought enough toilet paper to whipe up the entire neighborhood.” “Don’t worry, he’ll stay out of the way.” “Finally some kids with imagination.” “Nice job on the costumes.” “Hey this is good too.” “It was cute the first time, but don’t push your luck.” “Very funny, the party’s in the den.” “I’ve had better.” “Wow, still chewy after all those years.” “What’s going on in here?” “You were supposed to stay back.” “Those kids were viscious!” “Next time we’re gonna egg ya and leave ya there.” “Come on, you can’t stay in there forever.” “Come on, we’re gonna be late for that party.” “Haha hey, nice costume!  Love the ears!” “He’s kinda short, but what a babe!” “Don’t eat me, don’t eat me!” “I made my costume to look like him.” “Well, well, well… and what are we doing out after curfew?” “_____ is sick, he/she needs some air.” “He/she doesn’t look ill to me.” “Stay close to me… not that close.” “Oh that’s right, you missed all the fun.  How terribly insensetive of me.” “Ah how I love being mean.” “Apparently everyone chickened out last night except me and you.” “Come on guys, I said breakfast!” “And where do you think you’re going?” “_____, stop picking on your brother.” “Where are you from?” “Honey, are you okay?  You sound like you’ve got a frog in your throat.” “You really are a dweeb.” “Aren’t you forgetting something?  What about my kiss?” “There’s something missing.” “I live in a filthy, disgusting dump.” “What’re you in for?” “I guess they’re not coming…” “Maybe I’ll just flush myself down the toilet and hope for the best.” “Uh-oh here it comes, go cry for mommy!” “Now remember, don’t tell anyone where you’ve been!” “I told you two not to sweat it.” “What’s behind door number three again?”

[rjalker]

Here guys I’ll give you an example of what I’m talking about:

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"A flying saucer?" Marco said. He'd laugh. That is, until he looked up. 

I could feel my own heart pounding in my chest. I felt weird and excited and afraid, all at once. 

"It's coming this way," Rachel said. 

"It's hard to be sure." I could barely whisper, my mouth was so dry. 

"No, it's coming this way," Rachel said. She has a very definite way of talking. Like she's totally sure of everything she says. 

Rachel was right. Whatever it was, it was coming closer. And it was slowing down. Now I could see pretty clearly what it looked like. 

"It's not exactly a flying saucer," I said. 

First of all, it wasn't all that big. It was about as long as a school bus. The front end was a pod, shaped almost like an egg. Extending from the back of the pod was a long, narrow shaft. There were two crooked, stubby winglike things, and on the end of each wing was a long tube that glowed bright blue on the back end. 

The little spaceship looked almost cute. You know, kind of harmless. Except that it had a sort of tail - a mean-looking tail that curved up and forward, corning to a point that looked as sharp as a needle. 

"That tail thing," I said. "It looks like a weapon." 

"Definitely," Marco agreed. 

The little ship kept coming nearer, going slower all the time.

 "It's stopping," Rachel said. She had the same strange, not-quite-real tone in her voice that I had. Like we couldn't believe what we were seeing. Like maybe we didn't want to believe. 

"I think it sees us," Marco said. "Should we run? Maybe we should run home and get a camera. Do you know how much money we could get for a video of a real UFO?"

 "If we run, they might . . . I don't know, zap us with phasers on full power," I said. I meant it as a joke. Kind of.

 "Phasers are only on Star Trek," Marco said, rolling his eyes the way he does when he thinks I'm being a dweeb. Like he was some kind of expert on alien spaceships. Right. 

The ship stopped and hovered almost directly over our heads, maybe a hundred feet in the air. I could feel the hair on my head standing on end. When I glanced at Rachel it was almost funny. She has this long blond hair and it was sticking straight out in every direction. Only Cassie looked normal. 

"What do you think it is?" Marco asked. He sounded a little shakier, not so laid-back now that the thing was so close. 

To be honest, I was a little scared, too. A little scared, as in so terrified I couldn't move. But at the same time, it was all cool beyond any coolness ever. I mean, it was a spaceship! Right there over my head. 

Tobias was actually grinning, but that's Tobias for you. He's never scared of weird stuff. It's the normal stuff he can't stand. "I think it's going to land," he said, this huge smile on his face. His eyes were bright and excited, and his blond hair was standing up in clumps. 

The ship began to descend. "It's coming right at us!" I cried. 

I had to fight an urge to run yammering across the field all the way home, where I could crawl into my bed and pull the covers over my head. But I knew that this was an important, amazing thing. I knew I had to stay and see it all. 

I guess the others felt the same way, because we all just stood there, as the ship hummed and glowed and slowly settled down in an open space between piles of junk and tumbled walls. I noticed there were black burn marks along the top of the pod section. Some of the skin of the pod had been melted. It touched the ground and instantly the blue lights went off. Rachel's hair fell back down onto her neck. 

"It isn't very big, is it?" Rachel whispered. 

"It's about - " I tried to think, "about three or four times as big as our minivan." 

"We should tell someone," Marco said. "I mean, this is kind of major, you know? Spaceships don't just land in the construction site every day. We should call the cops or the army or the president or something. We'd be totally famous. We'd get to be on Letterman for sure." 

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed. "We should call someone." But none of us moved. None of us was just going to walk away from a spaceship, 

"I wonder if we should try and talk to it," Rachel suggested. She was standing there with her hands on her hips looking at the spaceship like it was a puzzle she had to figure out. "I mean, we should communicate. If that's even possible."

 Tobias nodded. He stepped forward and held out his hands. I guess he was showing whoever was in the ship that he wasn't carrying any kind of weapon or anything. "It's safe," he said in a loud, clear voice. "We won't hurt you."

 "Do you think they speak English?" I wondered. 

"Well, everyone speaks English on Star Trek" Cassie said with a nervous laugh. 

Tobias tried again. "Please, come out We won't hurt you." 

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This is what I’m talking about.

When I open an Animorphs fic, only to find that this is the first chapter. Word for word. Line for line. With no changes to dialogue or description. Even if it’s supposed to be an AU.

And then the second chapter? Follows suit. And so does the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every chapter after that. Even though this is supposed to be an AU. Even though Jake’s not the one narrating. Nothing changes. At all.

Nothing in the entire fic is original. It’s just. word for word, line for line theft. No changes, no alterations, except for, oh, I don’t know, removing the lines that don’t support the idea of Rachel being a bloodthirsty sociopath.  

That’s not fanfiction.

That’s plagarism. And atrocious writing.