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*punches the fuckinf WALL*
You know what else, I've been thinking a lot about what Sherlock says to Mycroft in this ending:
"This is where we differ, Mycroft. To you, the ends justify the means. To me, the means have DECIDED the end."
When Mycroft said, "the ends justify the means," he meant that lying and hiding the truth from Sherlock (the means) was a necessary evil, because it allowed his little brother to thrive and lead a functional life with his support and guidance, on his way to becoming one of the greatest men in all of England (the ends). But here it's like Sherlock is telling him that everything Mycroft has ever done for himâall his sacrifices were in vain because Sherlockâs end (life in prison) has been decided from the moment he stirred a few extra drops of sedatives in his mother's tea..
It's like... he's not only throwing away his own life, he's throwing away a huge chunk of Mycroft's, too. He's also disregarding the sole reason and purpose Jon even exists in the first place. And worst of all (imo), he's fulfilling Vogelâs âdoomed to fallâ narrative, which he has been (literally) painting for him since day one..
With this single action he conveys to his brother that all his sacrifices didn't matter, the entire purpose of Jon didn't matter, and he proves that Vogel was right all along, making his once powerful statement "I remain, despite you, and to spite you" sound weak, unsure, and a lie, because in this ending, Sherlock doesn't "remain," he actively commits himself to rot and decay. He doesn't spite anyone but himself, least of all Vogel. He disregards everything good anyone's ever done to him and rejects all forms of love. Sometimes, I think this is even worse than him shooting Jon. It's one thing to bury your innocence and self-love, but to completely lose your sense of worth that you become literally ABANDONED by the personification of your will to survive and flourish is on a whole other level of messed up imo...
This doesn't even begin to unpack why I can't swallow this ending, lol. I myself can't fully explain it. I think I, much like Jon, just can't bear to witness someone destroying their lives so... deterministically. losing themselves to a moral philosophy to the point where they're unable to see their own value or how much they're loved and protected and well looked after, to the point where they see an act of kindness and protection and preservation of wellbeing and a promising future (bailing him out) as doing them an "injustice".
I still think despite the harsh and bleak picture that this ending paints, it holds itself to realism because (much like the Jon Did It ending) Sherlock's self-destructive actions seem like a visceral and unfiltered response to the trauma.. and it's just... can I fucking hug him please?
That one ending of Sherlock Holmes Chapter One, where he comes to the conclusion he killed his mum, is so deeply silly to me. I understand him wanting to be brought âto justiceâ, like okay he is reeling from finding out he was, however unintentionally, responsible for his motherâs death and all the complicated emotions tied up with that, fine. But the implication that Mycroft had to somehow bail him out and he was banished from Cordona as a result after turning himself in?
Like imagine with me for a second, you are an officer of the law. A young man, around 20 years of age, comes and confesses to having murdered his own mother. He says she died of an allergic reaction to the medicine he administered to her. Oookaay... I see... was it, like, some black market shit? No, he says it was what her doctor prescribed, sheâd been ill for a while and he was apparently branching out. Alright, so that's barely even a crime, certainly not murder, but the young man is clearly in shock. You are a bit overwhelmed with what is clearly some sort of nervous breakdown, so you just go with it for now. You ask him exactly where and when this happened. He tells you it happened at his home - ten years ago. đ Sir, please leave, youâre wasting my goddamn time. Talk to a shrink about it.
Although maybe then he punches you for not taking this seriously and gets thrown in jail for assaulting a police officer. His older brother has to come in to explain the situation and apologize profusely. Alright Sir, just take him home, heâs clearly got more than a couple screws loose⊠and make sure he doesnât come back to waste all our time again! You probably make him pay some bail money, but mostly, you're just mad you had to do all this work over nothing and want them out of here asap
And Sherlock overdramatically relays this to us as âMycroft preventing justice from being served yet againâ and âbanishment from Cordonaâ
That is canon to me now lmao, at least as far as this ending is concerned
#sorrey i RANTEd i couldn't help myself#this game wont rest until its killed me and danced on my grave
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I don't know what I will become. No one does. But for now, I am me.
happy one month of wallaru being out. i finished this like two days after the spoiler wall dropped on test realm and have just been sitting on it ever since.
#w101#w101 fandom#wizard101#wizard101 fandom#wallaru spoilers#dasein#sal art#woe undertale quote be upon ye#DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW NIGHTMARISH IT WAS DRAWING HIS SUIT THE DAY TEST REALM CAME OUT#AND THE CUTSCENE WAS BROKEN !!!!!!!!!!!#i wasnt even at wallaru/on test realm yet i couldnt even play it. i was getting my reference images from ONE video#a video that NEVER SHOWED HIM FROM THE RIGHT SIDE#like its fine now and frankly if i wanted to redo the pattern with proper refs now that its out on live#id probably find some places where i messed up#but honestly i like how it looks here and i do NOT want to mess with it anymore. lol#how do i convey how much he means to me. literally how#wizard101 spoilers
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Shinjiham is cute when itâs romantic but tbh I think i vastly prefer the idea of them being best friends instead. Like, neither of them really saw it coming and werenât really looking to get another best friend (Shinji has Akihiko, Kotone has Junpei and Yukari respectively) but it happens anyway. Kotone takes a liking to Shinji much faster than she does anyone else and Iâd say a big reason is just the fact that heâs so reserved that it allows Kotone to do most of the talking while he just listens and they love this arrangement cuz Kotone doesnât get to talk about her own interests very much. Though I think some of her needs to talk to Shinji stems from this insecurity that he isnât happy in the group and she has this people pleasing problem and wants everyone to be happy so she makes a much bigger effort to talk to Shinji. And itâs very unfortunate because Shinji intentionally acts cold and distant because he doesnât want to form any attachments because he wants to die soon, but aaaaaaaagh dammit this girl just keeps talking to him and being sweet and encouraging him to engage in his interests and share them with the others and he just canât seem to say no when sheâs got those damn puppy eyes. And Kotone is just able to get him out of his shell by being persistent but not in an overwhelming way, sheâs very cheerful and supportive of him. And Shinji is able to offer her support by encouraging her to talk about herself and by making sure sheâs taking care of herself. They just click really well and make such a positive dent in each otherâs lives and itâs all about basic acts of kindness going a long way you know?
#persona#persona 3#kotone shiomi#shinjiro aragaki#i uh. probably didnt do much here to prove that their relationship is best when its platonic akjsks i mean idk how to convey it#that these two are just so good for each other but that im just not feeling it romantically#and why should i honestly like cant a guy and a girl just be platonic soulmates like me and jackie aljsks#plus i just have other ships with these characters i like better ahem akishinji and mitsuham yall already know#and i just feel really comforted by their relationship being best friends cuz it makes the pocket watch a lot more power of friendship#and it just. irks me the idea that its romantic love that saves shinji and its romantic love that gave him a will to live#cuz first off you can save him without romancing him and also like if you think kotone is the only person he wants to live for#youre just wrong like in fact its very clear in his social link that he feels this strong love for everyone#its literally like why other characters are so ingrained into his link he loves everyone and they love him back#its just kotone who organizes the time for them all to get together plus like idk when ppl say shinji only wants to live after romancing#kotone its like. well hes not gonna have a good time post coma then huh#and i suppose the point being made is he has to learn to live even if his gf isnt there but again like. shes not the only thing he has#idk i just hate this like pedestal romantic relationships are put on and i hate the implications that like#akihiko has been trying for years to protect shinji and his love doesnt matter cuz it isnt some heterosexual romance#grrrrr it just irks me is all and yeah i just think theyre besties who do everything together#kotone is like shinjis emotional support animal that guides him through the scary crowds and shinji is off putting enough to scare away the#meanies that come their way and they have a dress up montage and make cookies
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a-yo there, Claudette! how ya' doin'? could I ask a request with the overblot gang like this: they are flirting with reader, in some case is more boldly, another is smoothly or a 'smart'/well thought out flirt, (because i'm SURE that leona and vil don't flirt the same, or blue and idia, for example). reader blushes a lot and looks away. after a second of silence, reader flirts back just as smoothly, slyly or boldly. how do the 7 primors react? đđ
thanks in advance! take care<3
oooh- yes, of course!! I had fun with this. it also occurs to me how bad most of them would be at flirting...
*à©â©â§âË the boys do a flirt
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
anyone here familiar with Victorian courting rules?
well, Riddle is
he is alllll about etiquette
literally "no hand holding before marriage"
the boldest he gets is with... flowers
for what he can't say or do outright, he can convey in floriography
daisies for loyalty, pink camellia for longing...
if he's feeling bold, he may add a lavender sprig or two
now, imagine his surprise when you send him a red orchid...
his face blushes the same color as the flower and he gets all giggly
going around Heartslabyul, saying he's got to send you a red rose back
...as if anyone knows what that means
(everyone in his dorm thinks you're both crazy)
*à©â©â§âË
Leona is the god of avoidance
he would rather crawl on his hands and knees through sewage than be honest with himself about his feelings
so, what does he do when he knows he's falling for you?
bullies you
like, lovingly
it's just easy for him to banter and push you around
he will call you short no matter what your height is, let himself into your room to sleep on your bed and make direct eye contact with you while he knocks your things off your desk
like... petty cat behavior
he was not anticipating you to reciprocate
man, you have a mouth on you
the things you say... color him impressed
honestly, he likes you even more than before
...which now makes avoiding his feelings impossible... crap
*à©â©â§âË
unfortunately I think Azul's best attempt at flirting is staring at you across a crowded room
he's a flatterer by default, but, like, he actually likes you
he knows how to get someone into a contract, but not how to ask you out on a date
funny, right?
well, not for him
it takes all of his courage just to say you look nice
Sevens, what is wrong with him?
you make him feel like an utter fool... so, of course, he has to compensate
now, when he's around you, he becomes smarter, more interesting, and about three times as pretentious
to impress you. obviously
then you match his energy and he's right back to square one
who knew he could get so easily flustered?
*à©â©â§âË
Jamil doesn't "flirt"
...at least, that's what he tells himself
before you, he'd simply never had a reason to. now...
how hard can it be, right?
and, well, he's not half-bad at it
Jamil knows how to keep his cool, and flattery is his second language
and he gets a chance to show off a little...
perfect, right?
well...
he can never seem to surprise you
every hint he tries, every subtle compliment and little smirk, you have something equally as crafty
...not what he had in mind, but, hey
the psychological warfare makes flirting much more interesting
*à©â©â§âË
Vil is, perhaps, the only person here who actually knows what he's doing
not that he's used to flirting
he just... knows how to talk to people
he's always quite subtle about it
forward advances are tasteless, if you'd ask him
he tends to flirt in subtle, but meaningful ways
that is, he makes his intentions known through touch
nothing aggressive, of course
a gentle squeeze of your shoulder, a brush of his hand against yours, an arm around your waist...
just enough to fluster you (which he so enjoys doing)
imagine his surprise, then, when you start touching him back
wordlessly holding his hand, sitting close enough to him to feel your shoulder against his...
he'll admit, he admires your boldness
*à©â©â§âË
the only "you" that Idia is flirting with is a chat bot he programmed to talk like you
I mean WHAT who said that
he DEFINITELY does not have that. haha... that'd be like, super creepy...
on that note, he also definitely DOES NOT obsessively study your words and mannerisms to better understand you
...well...
listen, he just doesn't know how to approach you!
you're so... you! and he's so... him
so, he'd much rather watch your every move and fantasize about being able to actually... talk to you...
he is, understandably, terrified when you approach him
...even more so when you seem to know about him and all his interests...
???
...you know what? he's not even going to think about it
*à©â©â§âË
Malleus can be a little... old-fashioned
and by that I mean Briar Valley old-fashioned
he was taught how to court by Lilia, of all people, so you know whatever he's doing is...
...strange
and he's somewhat aware of it, too
he just thinks it'd be even stranger for him to flirt with you like...
well... you get it
everyone else
he is, however, pleasantly surprised when you seem to know what he's doing
you've been reading up on Briar Valley customs, and recognized his courting rituals pretty much right away
...not that you're going to tell him that
reciprocating his flirtations is more fun when he doesn't see it coming
he makes that one surprised face every time
like this -> o_o
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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killshot, baby
Pairing: Aaron Hotch x Doctor!Fem!reader Cw: Fluff (for real this time), LONGING (this is literally 9k words of pure yearning idek how I did that), mentions of blood, Hotch gets shot, Jack being adorable, Jack gets injured too :(, no explicit age gap, this is just rlly cute idk it's sweet I love Hotch so much I need him Summary: When you get hired as the BAU's stand-by medic, the team leader ends up being the hardest part of your job. Disclaimer: Reader is chubby! She's always fat coded, but like usual she's not described here. Just know a chubby person was imagined when writing this <3 WC: 9k (Hotch is the love of my life I could go on about him forever) This is definitely not medically accurate, please just enjoy for the sake of the story. I LOVE HOTCH I WANNA SMOOCH HIM
As weird as it was, band aids were the thing you remembered most from your childhood. You grew up as a canvas for any sort of scrape, cut, or bruise. Any wound that made your parents feel mildly worried to utterly terrified were ones that decorated your body frequently. You never tried to assign any meaning to why you became a doctor, simply crediting it as your call to the profession - to people. If you had to, though, your consistently bruised adolescent body is the best root cause you could think of. It seemed only right that the kid who couldnât keep her skin in tact would grow to love helping others. You liked to think thatâs how you kept your head an average size. Your bosses and co-workers had raved about your abilities no matter the job you took, and after a while you had to start prioritizing keeping your humility. You had started as just a kid with bruises.Â
You tended to ground yourself with those same memories in times like this. For as long as youâd worked in the hospital, you held some disdain for agents. You saw many federal ones, being so close to the HQ for divisions like Behavioral Analysis, but some locals swung by too. Youâd had far too many experiences of them being snappy, demanding, and usually inconsiderate to the team of people trying to save someone. You understood the individuals you were committed to helping often got there by doing monstrous things, but demanding to talk to someone when they were bleeding out and half-conscious always forced your tongue between your teeth in an effort to stay respectful. Especially now, pushing a stretcher with 3 other workers while trying to shake off the feds trailing after him. You recognized them, Agents Rossi and Hotchner, if you remembered correctly.Â
âWeâll need to talk to him immediately.â The man - Rossi, you assumed, seeing as he was going gray and had less of a charge fueling his steps - spoke quickly as the two men followed your team.
âBe here when heâs out of surgery.â You didnât bother to look back, trying to convey your annoyance and praying they got the hint.Â
âHeâs killed three women and has another one hostage. We donât have time.â The other one piped up, easily keeping pace with you.
Abandoning your previous strategy, you let your team push the man into the operating room, shutting the door behind them and whipping around to face the duo. âI understand that, sir, believe me.â You were more elevated than you would have liked, years of unease unfortunately slipping through your efforts to withhold them. âBut whatever happened when you found him left him barely breathing. You canât speak to a corpse. Youâll have your time when heâs stable. Go do your job and let me do mine.â You tensed your calves planning to turn around, but quickly felt the guilt catch up to you. âIâll call you if he wakes up.â
âIf?âÂ
You sighed. You hated profilers. âIâll call you.âÂ
âCall the headquarters.â He was scribbling down a number on the back of a hospital business card. âAsk for Agent Hotch. Weâll be waiting.â You nodded your head once, taking the card from his hands. He started walking away as he thanked you. âWe appreciate it.â Sure.
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The surgery to save the man had been a trip and half. One of the bullets had internally ricocheted, and the other two were lodged next to crucial arteries. You praised your mother for giving you steady hands as you inched them out of him. It took you and your team six hours and fifteen minutes to get his heartbeat steady, you estimated heâd be knocked out all night. You should call, you thought. You had no idea how late these people worked but they were more than likely expecting to talk tonight and you didnât know if thatâd be possible. You fished the card out of your pocket, his handwriting was impressively neat for how fast heâd written the number. You heard the line ring twice before someone picked up.Â
âThis is Penelope Garcia with the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who am I speaking to?â
âUh- Iâm Dr. L/n down at Quantico Med. Iâm looking for Agent Hotch?â Your words tilted up at the end of your sentence. The casual nature of his shortened name left a weird feeling in your mouth after you said it. âI have an update on a patient he was asking after.â
âIs this about an unsub?âÂ
âA what?â She lacked professionalism. You wondered briefly if he had just given you the phone number of an employee.
âIâm sorry-â she laughed slightly. âIs this about a suspect? Hotch told me someone might be calling.â
âUm - yeah itâs about a suspect. He was brought in earlier. Is Agent Hotch there? Iâm sorry maâam but I've been in an operating room for the past 6 hours and I want to go home.â You hoped sheâd respect your honesty, you really didnât have the patience to explain yourself to someone new.Â
She chuckled. âI got you honey, Iâll page you over.â The line went dead for a second before the ringing resumed. Please be quick, you prayed, get me out of this fucking hospital.
âHotchner.â His voice was rougher over the phone. You guessed the long hours started to weigh on him by this time of night. You always felt it the most around this time, too.
âHi, sir. This is Dr. L/n from the hospital. We managed to stabilize your guy, but itâs unlikely heâll be up before tomorrow. I know it was assumed heâd be awake tonight but it took longer to operate than expected.â Your guys put 3 bullets in him, so sorry for the inconvenience. âIâll be here all day tomorrow. You can come by at any time and Iâll let you in.â
âAre you positive we canât talk to him tonight? I understand the situation is difficult but this case is extremely time sensitive. Iâm sure thatâs not lost on you.â You cursed the man for not being more condescending in his delivery. Thinking of the poor person either trapped or dead right now due to the guy you just saved made you sick.Â
âI know.â Fucking hell. âI can wake him up.â A quarter dose of adrenaline works wonders. âBe here in fifteen minutes. You wonât have much time to talk to him.â
âThank you.â He hung up. You put your head in your hands. Just a little kid with bruises.
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The layout of the BAU made you envious of the workers here. Youâre sure theyâd dealt with atrocities beyond what the average person could stomach, but you also worked within the belly of the beast and man were those hospital hallways claustrophobic. The daylight shone beautifully through the large windows, and you asked yourself if youâd be able to cope with all the paperwork in exchange for a feel like this. There werenât any front desks, nowhere to sign in, so you sat in one of the chairs by the door and waited to see if something would happen. You had been specifically requested to visit the building , a note signed âStraussâ being left with the hospital secretary. You didnât like being called on by a stranger, it made you nervous beyond belief. Youâre sure anyone walking by assumed you were being charged with something. Sweating like a sinner in church.
âDr. L/n?â A woman was standing near you, having completely avoided your eyesight until now. âIâm the board supervisor, Erin Strauss. Thank you for coming.â The woman was nice enough, but she seemed rigid, clearly confident in her authority. She led you to her office and gestured to the chair facing her desk.
âIâll cut right to the chase.â She smoothed her pencil skirt as she sat down. âThe BAU is seeking a stand-by medic and Iâd like to offer you the position. Youâre revered highly by your previous places of employment and your current boss has only good things to say. Along with a personal reference by an employee of mine, youâre certainly a person of interest. Youâd be working interchangeably with three other individuals, however you would be the first one called when needed.â
That is definitely not what you were expecting. You were almost immediately ready to turn down the offer. You didnât work well with cops. You worked well in a hospital, going into the field to patch the wounds of both good and evil was a less than appealing deal to you.Â
âYouâd be on call while you worked your current position at Quantico Medical, when youâre at home you can remain there, but youâll be flying with the rest of the team when they leave. You will be entered into a federal database, and employed as a stand-in for hospitals near you when working abroad.â She went on to explain youâd be paid salary, and when you heard just how much you could add to your monthly income by doing this, you took it. You were doing fine, you definitely didnât need the financial boost, but you had family that could use it. Your niece had been close to turning down college because of the cost, so some extra money could really set her up.Â
âExcellent. Youâll start your field training next Monday.â She was shuffling papers into a hefty stack as she talked. âCome back when youâve finished this and Iâll arrange a team meeting.â The stack was even heavier than you expected when you picked it up. It was far too early to be regretting your decision.Â
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The first day of training had been easy enough. You werenât an agent, so you avoided having to learn weapons or combat. It generally consisted of learning efficiency, along with how to work properly with agents and the expected etiquette when dealing with an unsub. You had met the team only once by now. Everyone had been nice - Garcia especially - but aside from her nobody had been particularly welcoming. The conditions of your job were a bit strange, basically capitalizing on the what ifs that came with the FBI title, and that created a bit of distance between you and the rest of the team. They questioned the necessity of you, theyâd survived this long without a stand-by medic with them, why did they need one now?
Above any disregard for those in law enforcement sat your stubbornness. You knew they were on the fence about you, the most logical thing for you to do now would be attend every session required of you and prove yourself through pure accomplishment. Easy in theory, much harder to execute when Aaron Hotch is the one youâre learning from. He was a good teacher - youâd give him that - he had a confidence to him that easily dominated a room, attracted eyes in a way other men couldnât manage. Youâd ignored the initial stir in your stomach when meeting him in favor of attempting to scold him and his partner. Now, it was much harder to quell the slight pound in your head or the sweat on your palms. He was just standing up front, lecturing on the importance of a team, but his attire was the only thing able to break through the haze in your mind. Every time heâd shown up at the hospital, heâd donned a suit, a slightly baggy blazer worked incredibly well as a shield to your curiosity. That had clearly changed, as he shed the overcoat when talking to the class, having just a white button up adorn his torso. You took notice of the rolled up sleeves, clearing your throat quietly to snap yourself back into focus. You had the intention of snuffing out this little thing of yours but were a living contradiction at this point, setting on the goal of avoidance while barely ignoring the sight of the veins on his arms. You pondered the thought of sleeping with some man at a bar just to get this out of your system, but remembered how little projecting attraction onto someone else helps a situation. In other words, you were probably fucked.
âÂ
The first mission you worked with the team had you flying to a tiny Georgia town to investigate a string of bodies being found in ransacked homes. It seemed to be a simple motive, robbery turned to murder, but the team was called down to help once the kill count hit five. You had been expecting a long commercial flight, figuring youâd need to invest in a good neck pillow and some aspirin. Nobody had bothered to inform you the Bureau utilized private air travel, or that youâd be flying in one with people youâd known for two weeks. Youâre sure you looked a little out of place, looking around the plane without being obvious you were doing it and adjusting to the sight of couches on planes. The others, having had this privilege for years now, took their respective seats. You had been nervous about that, unfortunately. The unsure feeling of where to sit reminding you painfully of high school cafeterias and inferior reputations. The only open seat happened to be right next to the man youâd been ducking away from the past two weeks. Lovely. He took a moment to look at you when you sat. You were prepared to talk to him, but for now you busied yourself with rummaging through your bag looking for nothing and pretending not to see him in your peripherals.
âDo you get sick on planes?â He seemed to have a deeper motive when he asked, like you saying yes would solve a puzzle in his head.
âNot really.â Youâd only been on a plane a handful of times. âTurbulence can make me nervous, but I think thatâs fairly normal.â You thought momentarily that perhaps he would blame your obvious anxiety on that instead of his proximity to you. He was a profiler, youâre sure he picked up on tells for nerves you werenât even aware you had, but maybe heâd write it off. âWhy do you ask?â
âYou seemâŠâ He trailed off for a moment, looking over your face to try and categorize your expression. âI donât know, lost?â He smiled, light and easy, and you realized he was trying to reach out to you. The comfortability in the gesture made your head spin. It was like a shot of morphine, enveloping your body in a dull elation - an escape. You wanted that comfortability, wanted him to feel weightless around you. There had been a certain tension between the two of you since you started. He was warmer than the rest, but also more awkward. Your first real interaction had been an outburst, and it left you hesitant to talk to him.Â
You chuckled at his remark. âNo I -â You shook your head as you spoke, as if shaking off his accusation. âNobody told me about the jet. Youâd think exclusive aircraft would be in the job predecessor.â
He nodded in agreement, holding a slight upturn on his lips. âYes, you would.â He glances away to check the time, looking back to you quickly like you were his homebase. âStrauss has a habit of getting ahead of herself. Plus, weâre all pretty used to it by now. I have to remind her sometimes that normal provisions donât have a TI.â
âIâm sure.â It was clear sheâd worked with the unit for a while. âEven if they did, though, theyâd never find another Garcia.â You thought of the woman, bright and sparkly and incredibly good at her job. âYou guys are lucky to have her.â
He stared at you, losing a hint of the lightheartedness and letting a wave of genuinity intertwine with it. âYou have her too, Y/n.â His eyes were like a trap, rich pools of honey just begging to tug you down in. âYouâre a member of this team. Donât think your newness makes you inferior to anyone else on it. Weâre lucky to have you too.â
Fuck, you were whipped. âI really appreciate that, sir.â
He smiled, shaking his head and waving you off. âDonât with the sir, please. Itâs bad enough when Garcia does it. You can call me Aaron.â Not even the other team members called him that, a thought that seemed to strike you both simultaneously. âOr Hotch, whatever you prefer.â
You just looked at him, letting a smile rouse your lips and trying your hardest not to let the effect he had on you reach your face. âOk.â
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The first case had been good training wheels, simply tending to a vic who needed stitches and getting a feel for the life of a field agent. Youâd been adjusting nicely to it, quickly getting used to working random hospitals and waiting to be needed on an active crime scene. The others had warmed up to you tremendously after getting back, opening their circle for one more, and you couldnât be more grateful. A team like this was something youâd wanted for a while, growing more and more unsatisfied with the callous ER workspace by the day. Ironically, there was much more life in jobs dealing with murder. He had also been warming up to you. The two of you hit the status of work-place friends nearly instantly. The endearing encounter on the plane simmered inside you for a while. The memory of it prompting you to keep talking to him, always searching for a fix of the painkiller youâd felt that day.Â
You werenât a profiler, but you were unfathomably infatuated, leading you to never miss his tone getting softer with you, or any one of his touches that lingered for just a second too long. It just barely bypassed the line of friendship, but you never lost sight of that linear barrier, so it was incredibly prevalent to you when he breached it. You scoffed at the idea of any reciprocity, brushing off every remark made by a coworker or the one horrific time you heard JJ refer to the two of you as âmom and dad.â This wasnât a plausible thing. This was a stupid workplace crush that was more of a hindrance than anything. The growing closeness between you and him would have itâs effects properly restrained to the confines of your head, only permitted to express themselves once you were away from the man. It was an odd dynamic, but Aaron wasnât an obvious guy, so trying to define the edges of you two would only draw attention to the fact you had been looking at all. No thank you.
âShit.â The team was sitting around the table going over their files. You were mainly there for support, as you were never a part of the lead up to the catch, the chase. You heard Hotch mumble the exclamation under his breath and looked over to see the trouble. He was looking down at his phone, jaw resting between his thumb and pointer finger. You got up and moved to sit next to him, the motion virtually ignored by everyone else as they continued searching for connections.
âEverything ok?â You mumbled to him, trying not to disturb your friends who were nearly nose-deep in their files.Â
âYeah.â He sighed. âJackâs sitter canceled. I wanted to stay here to go over the latest crime scene but I guess Iâll have to raincheck.â The killings of your latest unsub had been increasing. You knew the collective stress that was starting to boil within the team. Him going home would only slow them down, a horrible addition to a killer that was speeding up.Â
You volunteered your night away before you even got a chance to think about it.Â
âI can watch him.âÂ
Surprise was apparent in the raise of his eyebrows. âI appreciate it, but I couldnât ask that of you.
Youâre fairly certain you would do anything he asked of you, but the nobility of the man in this case almost made you roll your eyes. âNo, please. I offered and I would love to. Iâm not helping anyone just sitting here, and you leaving would slow them down. You know what to look for here, I donât. I donât want another girl going missing just cause your sitter flaked. I can do it.â
He seemed mildly speechless. âI -â He paused, trying to find the wording he wanted. âI suppose youâre right. Iâll send you the address, if youâre sure.â He looked at you with more adoration than youâd ever had directed at you, so intense your eyes instinctively ducked down. âThank you, Y/n.â He was so touched by the action it made you slightly sad to think about. Had no one ever helped him? Maybe you were raised weird, this seemed hardly beyond common decency to you.Â
âWhat are friends for?â He exhaled a slight laugh in gratuitous agreement, but you saw the glimmer of his eyes dull slightly. The notion surely reflected in your own eyes as the words burned your tongue. Friends.
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Jack was a delight. A well mannered, clearly well raised kid. Parts of his dad shined so vibrantly in him that youâre sure youâd be able to pick him out of a crowd based on mannerisms alone. Hotch had called Jackâs daycare, verifying your identity and giving you the ok to go pick him up. He seemed quiet on the way home, but rushed to give you a tour of the house, and excitedly led you to his line up of toy trains once youâd entered the place. There was a shift between you and Hotch that happened when you gave the offer. A shift that was now only just settling in you. This was his house. His space, his stuff, his place of security. Heâd invited you into it, gave you permission to enter it, to exist within it, and it was strangely intoxicating. He was intoxicating, and you realized quickly how much you ached for the permanence of it. Youâd made Jack dinner, played for a bit, went out for ice cream per his pleading, and wished him a peaceful goodnight when his bedtime rolled around. Heâd dubbed you his âbest babysitter everâ and you knew as soon as the words hit your ears that youâd be watching him again. Youâre sure situations like today popped up frequently for Hotch, you could be a valuable asset to him when you had free time. He would be saving money too. No need to pay a sitter when you were being paid by the Bureau every second you were there. Aaron had gotten home a few minutes past one, utterly exhausted and uncharacteristically apologetic. He was sorry for being gone so long, making you stay so late, everything and anything the man could apologize for was pouring out of his mouth. Heâd welcomed you to stay, but his hair was messy from messing with it all night, and heâd ditched the suit jacket for a gray long sleeve. Youâd wanted to take the opportunity, wanted to bask in the safety of him for as long as heâd allow it, but those restrained thoughts were clawing the walls of your skull with a vigor unlike anything youâd felt before. It would be abhorrent to dream about the man while in the confines of his home. You couldnât do that - you wouldnât. You brushed off any apology he could conjure and let him escort you out the door. His hand was on your lower back, and his voice was low from the siphoning nature of the day.Â
âThank you, again.â He looked at you. âYouâre a lifesaver.â Youâd expected to hear some humor in his voice. The start of banter between friends, a casual appreciation for a job well done, but there wasnât any. He sounded rough, slightly beat down, his eyes filled with a sincerity all aimed at you. A blend of pure adoration and a deeper level of dedication. Was this a commitment? What kind?
Heat bubbled in your stomach as you made eye contact. âPlease.â You shook your head slightly. âJackâs an angel. Youâre clearly as good at this as you are profiling.â You nodded in the vague direction of Jackâs bedroom as you referenced the kid. âIt was my pleasure. Iâd love to do it again, if youâll let me.âÂ
He sighed out a small laugh and broke your gaze for a moment, looking back to you as he spoke. âIâd like that.â
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Youâd seen Jack a multitude of times after that. Aaron was never particularly fond of asking you, claiming that he appreciated the gesture but it was mainly Jackâs begging that made him cave. That, and your persistence. You liked Jack a lot, and more selfishly, you liked being around Aaronâs stuff. It was a little creepy, yes, but you felt better acquainted with him after being around his things. An energetic type of understanding, the type that deepened a connection without words. He was needed late tonight, and as much as you hated denying an offer to see Jack, you had priorities at the hospital. The previous sitter wasnât able to watch him, so she gave a personal recommendation, and Jack got stuck with a stranger. You thought about him while working, probing and patching people half-focused with the desire to be elsewhere. Youâd felt mildly guilty about it, but itâs not like it altered your work, so you figured it was harmless.Â
You wondered slightly if you manifested the event you were watching play out. You watched in pure disbelief as a sobbing Jack was being carried into the ER by a flustered blonde woman. There was blood staining the right sleeve of his shirt, pouring out of his skin in a surplus and completely soaking through the material. A jagged piece of glass was standing at attention in his wrist, having sliced through the fabric like butter. He was marked âurgent,â who knows if the shard had hit an artery or where the glass had come from.Â
Most other doctors were busy, either operating or tending to patients. Youâd walked to the front desk, remaining as calm as your racing heart would let you, and told the secretary to assign the case to you. âI know this one. Let me take him.â She just nodded, marking your name down as the primary doctor and allowing you to take him back.Â
Walking up to the blonde woman, you assumed this had been the new babysitter. She was a wreck, trying to explain what happened through her own hysteria while simultaneously having her words drowned out by the crying child. âItâs ok, maâam.â Youâd reassured her, obviously she hadnât intended the injury. âLet me take him, Iâm a friend of his father.â You saw the calmness dilate her eyes, making itself apparent in the relaxation of her tense shoulders. You removed the bleeding boy from her arms, holding him against you and cooing at him the way you would a baby. You took him to a stretcher a few feet away and laid him down, ensuring his wounded arm stayed flat in an attempt to slow the blood. He was on the brink of passing out, his body not having nearly enough energy for the sobbing on top of losing vital fluid. âJack.â You addressed him directly, two more doctors aiding your transfer to an examination room. âI need you to stay with me, buddy. Just a little longer, I promise. Youâre gonna be just fine.â You pushed with one hand, caressing his non-injured arm to emphasize your affection. âJust a little longer.â You looked at him in between looking forward to keep the stretcher straight, seeing that same adoration from his fatherâs eyes mirrored in his. You felt protective, realizing you cared for the Hotchners much more than you let yourself believe. Little kid with bruises, you skimmed through your origins in your mind in an attempt to center your focus. Just a little kid with bruises.
Two hours later, Jack was stitched up and sleeping soundly. You knew his sitter had called Hotch, probably as soon as something happened, and were not surprised to find him idle in a waiting room chair. He was leaned forward, head in his hands and knee bouncing violently. He heard footsteps getting closer, a feeling within him recognizing them as yours, and he looked up. His eyes were teary, tired. The look of a concerned father.
âHow is he?â Youâd never witnessed this type of worry in him, heard the amount of desperation in his voice.
You smiled lightly as a predecessor to Jackâs wellbeing. âHeâs fine. Glass missed his arteries. We had him patched up in around an hour and a half. Gave him a lollipop and a light sedative to get him to rest. He should be all set to go in the morning.âÂ
He sighed, and the amount of stress that audibly left his body made you feel a little lighter from where you stood. âThank God.â
âHey man, give us a little credit.â You joked, relieved when you heard the slight laugh come from his downturned head. Pity laugh, probably, but it was a cherished sound nonetheless.Â
âYou have full credit, Y/n.â He shook his head, raising it to look at you. âQuite the hero.â
You almost physically recoiled from the term, rushing to correct him while maintaining the lighthearted nature. âDefinitely not.â You rejected the praise. âJust doing my job. Iâm glad I could help him.â
He leaned back in his chair, relaxing for a second before he planned to stand up. âNoble.â He chuckled. âBut you helped my son. Thatâs about as heroic as it gets to me, doc.â
Blood rushed to your ears at your professional title being used so affectionately. âGo check on your kid, Hotch.â You waved back towards the direction of Jack, knowing that even though he was asleep, heâd want to see him anyway. You also hoped the slight distraction would draw his attention away from your increasingly flustered state. âYouâll have plenty of time to praise me.â You werenât entirely sure youâd wanted the sentence to exit your mouth, but it was too late to bite your tongue.
He raised his eyebrows so slightly that you scolded yourself for having noticed. Such a minuscule action that seemed to move mountains within your brain. âOh?â
âShut up.â You rolled your eyes at your own remark. âIâm walking away. You know what I meant.â
âMhm.â He smiled, nodding his head dramatically and rising from his seat. âJust name a time and place, doc. Iâll do good on that promise.â
You went momentarily braindead, hoping your eyes werenât giving away the less than work appropriate feeling pumping through your veins. You stared baffled at him for what was definitely a millisecond too long before giving a half-shocked, half-flattered laugh and gesturing him away. âSay that when youâre not obviously sleep deprived and delirious and maybe we can arrange it.â The last thing you heard was him, laughing the way you do when youâre very serious but desperately trying to pass it off as a joke. You knew it well, having done it almost every time you were around him since you started. Comfortable, witty retorts between friends. âHave a good night, Aaron.âÂ
Aaron, he thought. Heâd remember that.
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That had been the second shift between the two of you. Felt immediately by both parties and tossing you both into the deep end of whatever youâd been building with him. Heâd been much more touchy, seemingly subconscious on his part but noticed by every part of your body, mind, and soul. You thought about what it could mean, then sunk even further into your incoherent mind when realizing just how subconscious the actions really were. He was just drawn to you. You had viscerally fought that conclusion as it came to you but it genuinely could not be anything else. He was touching you more because - whether on the surface or deeper down - he just wanted to, and that fact was wrecking you. You were so fucking into him that it hurt. Hurt to look at him or be in his home watching Jack or have his knee pressed against yours in the back of car during a team outing. It all hurt because he wasnât yours. He seemed into you, too. Of course, you didnât know to what extent. You worried maybe he hadnât said anything yet because he simply didnât like you enough, and that hurt more than any other factor. It was a foolish notion - one you would have abandoned instantly had you peeked inside his head - but alas, no such luck.
Heâd been more relaxed, too. The two of you reaching a point in your relationship you hadnât ever let yourself dream about. He was funny, achieving that lightness around you that youâd wanted from the start. Heâd gotten riskier, amping up the dial on his remarks a bit. Starting with those like the hospital, ending with ones that made you have to take a breather in the room where they kept the coffee. It hadnât gone unnoticed, per say, but the others were certainly ignorant to the true depth of the change. You simply couldnât measure it by witnessing, you had to feel it. And fuck were you feeling it.Â
A week or so after Jackâs ER visit, youâd asked after him. You didnât know if the regret was immediate, but it flooded through you quickly. Aaron got nervous, shifty, like youâd touched a live wire of his and he now had to patch it up before it blew. You got concerned, asking if something happened with his stitches or if Jack was now showing some sort of trauma response to the event. Was that even plausible? You werenât sure, PTSD wasnât exactly your strong suit. However, he quickly stated that wasnât the case, noting that Jack was actually in perfect health and had been relentless about wanting you over for dinner.
âHeâs grateful.â Hotch was smiling with paternal reluctance, proud of his son for having such good morals but also uncomfortable with the possibility of rejection he was facing. âHe wants to see you, say thank you for âsaving his life.â He emphasized the last bit in a sarcastic tone, both of you knowing his life hadnât been in danger but also knowing that fact wouldnât deter the boy from considering you some type of guardian angel. âWould you be up for it?â If you hadnât been so focused on snuffing out the heat rushing to your face, you would have seen that same heat reflected in a slight pink across his cheeks.Â
âDefinitely.â You smiled at the thought of the boy bugging his dad about getting you to the house. âWhen were you thinking?â
âSaturday night?â Both of you were scheduled to be off that day, and you found yourself begging whatever merciful being would listen to not have some lead to chase that day. âHeâll want the day to prepare.â He chuckled.
âOh no.â You joked. Prepare? You couldnât even begin to imagine what that meant. âWell, I am extremely curious to find out what an eight year old boy has to prepare for. How about seven? Would that be good?â
Aaron felt his palms start to sweat. Heâd never actually been around his house when youâd been there, only seeing you on your way out. âThatâs perfect.â
âGreat.â You smiled, checking the time and realizing you needed to get going to the hospital. âIâm looking forward to it.â You nodded slightly as one last confirmation and headed out, suppressing a giddy smile while trying to force yourself into a headspace you could work in.Â
In the meantime, Aaron watched you walk off from where heâd been perched on your desk, entirely oblivious to the man watching the scene.
âAs I live and breathe.â Rossi had crept up on him, not spooking him but rather suspending him in a state of immeasurable embarrassment. âAaron Hotcher has a crush.â The man held his shoulder, patting him there like a father witnessing his son get his first girlfriend. âSheâs a good one. Quite the eye you got, Aaron.â Then he was gone, walking away with Aaronâs dignity clasped in his hands. Closing his eyes in pure mortification, Hotch simply thanked God that nobody else was around for that and walked away with the intention of fusing to his office chair to avoid ever looking at Rossi again. At least youâd said yes, he thought. He didnât know how heâd cope with his friend watching him swing and miss.
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The daylight seemed to be anticipating this more than you were, hours passing by like minutes until eventually the sun woke you up on Saturday morning. It was blazing through the cracks in your blinds, settling in slim lines across your floor, as light and gentle as snow. Youâd been rehearsing your poker face in preparation for tonight. Writing safety manuals for any ungodly situation that could happen, everything from a fire to Aaron gaining the ability to read your mind and unearthing what you really thought about him. You were so happy that Jack held you in such high esteem, but your hands were shaking at the thought of sitting down with him and his father and acting like it wasnât the dynamic you fucking dreamt about. You knew it was a good sign of compatibility if someoneâs cat liked you - did their child liking you mean the same thing? You hoped Jackâs seemingly innate approval of you gave you at least a couple brownie points. Aaron had called you a hero. Swiftly ignoring the memory of what heâd said after he called you a hero, you pulled out your phone. You and him didnât really speak outside of work and babysitting schedules, but you were pacing around your room and needed something to give you a semblance of structure, a reassurance - even if it was just for the time. You texted, asking if you were still on for tonight, then went to go make breakfast and inevitably pace some more. Heâd gotten back to you about twenty minutes later, confirming the time and giving details of how excited Jack was about it. You smiled at that, praying tonight would be as smooth as humanly possible and you could walk away with an ounce of emotional control. You set an intention, this wouldnât deepen your feelings for Aaron. Was it a pointless goal? Yes. Was it also highly unlikely to prove true? Yes. But the loose plan you worked around the resolution almost completely extinguished the anxiety that had been blazing for hours now. It would be fine, you thought. Completely and utterly fine.Â
The same words were looping through your thoughts when you got to his front door. Casual - but still minorly more dressed up than heâd seen you. Youâd put a little extra effort into your appearance, mainly to pass the time if you were honest, and you walked in with mild confidence fueling your steps. You did your best not to ogle him, he was in an attire that was already threatening to unravel the safety net of the goal you set. You were used to the suits hidden beneath blazers you cursed the existence of, maybe a snippet of his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves late at night. Now, though, he sported a simple black tee, more comfortable than youâd ever seen him. Domesticity was practically oozing from the entire situation. You felt the pieces slip into place as Jack ran up behind him, and you almost cried with how badly you wanted this feeling to be your normal.Â
âHey, buddy.â You laughed as he hugged you, reciprocating the act as well as you could from the multiple feet you had on his height. âHowâs the arm?â
He raised up his wrist, now gauze free and proudly showed off the scar there. You played up the genuine admiration you felt for him. âThatâs a pretty gnarly scar.â He nodded in response, probably feeling cool for the evidence he handled such an injury. âI donât want to see you back in my operating room, you hear me? Scared the life out of us.â The scolding was playful, and he giggled at your words.
Aaron huffed in agreement, cocking his head to the side slightly. âYou can say that again.â Jack looked between you two, smiling and seemingly thinking something neither of you could decipher. To break the moment of silence, Aaron patted his shoulder. âWhy donât you tell her whatâs on the menu, buddy?â
He told you, and you hummed along to his words, commenting that it sounded delicious and actually meaning it. He ran away a second later - presumably back to whatever heâd been doing before you got there - and left you and Aaron alone. Venturing into the kitchen, you saw multiple pans and pots sitting neatly on the stove, table set and ready to be utilized. Everything was being kept warm, and you finally gained an appetite after having wrestled with nerves all day.Â
âDo you want a drink?â He asked it while entering the kitchen, pausing to look at you.Â
âPlease.â You were desperate to calm yourself, eager to subdue the shaking of your hands. âDo you have any wine?â You werenât the biggest fan, but you couldnât think of a drink more fitting for the evening.
He nodded slightly. âRed or white?â
âWhite.â
He chuckled. âThought so.â It was quiet, more to himself than you as he was already walking away from you when he said it. Heâd thought about what kind of wine you liked, you thought. Heâd thought about you. He pulled two wine glasses down from the cupboard, then walked over to the fridge. He reached above it, barely having to stretch, and pulled an uncorked bottle from the storage up there. You felt your legs tense looking at how tall he was, how sure he was of his actions. Jesus. Itâs been five minutes and you were crumbling. You watched his hands as he uncorked the bottle, reading the label and realizing the brand.
You furrowed your eyebrows. âSeems a little fancy for a dinner.â
He laughed under his breath as he finished pouring the glasses, walking back over to sit next to you on the island stools. âYouâre a guest of honor.â He placed yours in front of you. âI thought it was fitting.âÂ
You searched, but couldnât find the humor in his tone. You raised your eyebrows slightly. âAm I?â It was sarcastic, you needed to stop the heat in your stomach from spreading. âI didnât know doing your job earned such a title.â
He was drinking as you spoke, finishing his sip before joking back. âYouâre a doctor.â He said. âI thought you knew that better than anyone.â
You sucked air through your teeth as if wounded by his words. âTouche.â You took a sip of your drink, relishing the taste. Damn, he didnât come to play. He laughed, and you set your glass back down. âOk, I have to know.â He drew his attention to you. âWhat the hell did Jack need the day to prepare for?â The question had been on your mind since he asked you.
He took a drink, chuckling with a mouthful then swallowing so he could reply. âHe actually helped cook most of this.â He nodded towards the stove full of different dishes. âThat was what he needed the day for. Time for trial and error.â
You grinned at the thought of Jack and Aaron spending the day in aprons, making sure everything turned out perfect. âThat is the cutest thing Iâve ever heard.â
He looked back towards Jack, coloring in the living room, close enough to see but far enough to miss your discussions. âHe gets nervous around you.â
That surprised you. âWhy on Earth would he be nervous around me?â You took your turn looking at the boy, an idea hitting you and making you feel sick. âWait, I didnât do something did I?â
He looked back at you, smiling. âNo, no. Nothing like that. He gets nervous because he likes you. He knows who you are to me, too, so he wants to make a good impression.â
Your mind latched onto that sentence and played it like a broken record, bouncing between your ears over and over. âOh?â Your lips were curling up at the corners, eyebrows furrowing as you got ready to hold him to that statement. âAnd who might I be to you, Aaron?â
Fuck. Heâd let that slip past his lips without even thinking about it. So used to being in the confidential company of his son. Good thing he used to be a lawyer and could lie his ass off. âMost of his sitters arenât also my coworkers.â He delivered it the smoothest way he could, smiling and drinking to hopefully exude a false comfortability that he certainly wasnât feeling.
âMhm.â You narrowed your eyes at him, trying to look sarcastic but in truth downplaying the sting you felt. What if this had been one-sided all along? You hadnât prepped a safety guide for that.
Luckily, Jack came sprinting into the kitchen a second later, pleading with his father to eat now. Clinging to his leg and declaring how hunger was killing him by the second, dramatically threatening to wither away before your very eyes. You both shared a look, agreeing silently to put the kid out of his misery. The instinctual nature of the act hit you like a bolt of lightning. Both of you so in tune it was comical. The dinner had been lovely, and you reminded yourself to encourage Jack to keep up his cooking hobby. Maybe you could foster a professional chef. Youâd talked with them both, light and the happiest youâd felt in a while. There it was, you realized. That weightless feeling you wanted to give him. You felt it in yourself too, and you could only pray it was because he felt it first. When dinner concluded, youâd help clean up while Jack resumed his coloring. His bedtime was soon, and you didnât want him to spend his last hour washing pans. He was nearly delirious by the time 9:00 graced the clock, tired from the preparation of the day and needing to get to sleep. Heâd given you a hug goodnight, thanked you for coming like the gentleman he was, and that was the last you saw of him. The rest of your time there was spent on the couch with Aaron, you both held a second glass of wine, and you noticed it manifest in the blush on his face. He was gorgeous, and you were staring. You know your eyes went to his lips a couple times as he spoke, low and rougher as the time ushered more light out of the sky. You saw his eyes slip down a few times too, this sort of unspoken, agonizing rule of look donât touch. Heâd walked you to the door, thanked you for your attendance, and then you were leaving. Sitting in your car, warm on the inside from both his presence and the anger you felt at yourself for not just kissing him. You were so incredibly needy for this - for him, and that fact just sat with you, like a raincloud constantly in a state of downpour, never letting you forget the pure fucking craving you had for him.
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You think the start of your blackout was Morganâs panicked voice over the speaker. Youâd been stationed in your typical hut, equipped with medical gear and waiting on someone to need you. It was almost never your team in need of service, typically you were tending to an injured hostage or sometimes the unsub themselves, but never your friends. Your breath had been baited since youâd heard the gun go off. You knew the case was dealing with an aggressive attacker, youâd been expecting a fight, but nothing is ever more excruciating than waiting to hear who the shot was meant for. Derek crying out your name followed by a âget in here. Hotch is down, we need you in here.â had you ready to run the soles of your shoes down to dust just to make it in time. In time. God, in time for what? Youâd ran past Emily and Rossi hauling out the unsub, anger evident in their treatment of him. How bad was it? How bad had he got him to have them acting like that?
The scene was bloody. Your brain switching off and forcing you into autopilot as you registered the pool of Hotchâs blood that Morgan was kneeling in. He was putting pressure on the wound, an attempt to stop the bleeding but it was flowing like a river. He wouldnât make it to the hospital like this, you realized. He wouldnât make it to the fucking hospital. You were holding his life in between your hands right now, the slightest tremor could sever that chord and you were feeling the pressure hard. Aaron was leaned against the wall, slumping down slightly which was only making the bleeding increase under the internal pressure.Â
You looked at Morgan, putting on the bravest face you could muster and effectively seizing control of the situation. âMorgan.â You got his attention quickly. âOn three I need you to lift him away from the wall. I need to check for an exit wound.â He just nodded, doing exactly as youâd told him when you reached three. You checked the area, finding an exit wound in nearly the same spot. Itâd been a straight line. You sighed in relief. Thank fucking God. âOk, Morgan, I need you to put pressure on the wound on his back. Iâm going to stitch the front to give us the time we need for the hospital drive but I need you to hold it. You got me?âÂ
He nodded once. âI got it.â He moved his hand from the front to the back, Aaron wincing at the switch.
You took out the numbing cream from your pack, knowing it wouldnât do much for a gushing bullet wound but hoping it would at least quell the sting of a needle. You took out the needle, threading it with hands frighteningly stagnant as the adrenaline gave you tunnel vision. You had to save him. âAaron.â You looked at him as you prepped his skin for the procedure. âIâm gonna need to double stitch this, and itâs gonna hurt like hell. I need you to stay with me.âÂ
The man just nodded, exhaling in exhaustion. âDo it.â
You worked as quickly as possible, gaining hope as you listened to the ambulance approach. âThere you go.â You said under your breath, at this point you couldnât tell if you were reassuring him or yourself. You looked to Morgan, who was still sealing the other injury. âHelp me get him up. Keep your hand on there. These stitches are gonna give us twenty minutes tops. Hold his shoulders straight and walk quickly.â You counted again, both of you rising when you hit three, taking the man with you. The walk to the ambulance was the longest of your life. Aaron was clinging to his consciousness but you knew he was losing grip. Finally getting him to the stretcher and slamming the doors was a relief like nothing else. There was no time to debate anyone else going, you rushed him in and sat right down beside him, taking off almost immediately after. The bleeding had slowed, and your hand took the place of Morganâs on his back. Since he was laying down, his full weight was on it, and you felt the circulation lessen more and more as it remained there. You couldnât care less, youâd let the blood drain from your entire arm if it meant Aaronâs survival. He hadnât passed out, which you thought was miraculous, simply walked the line of decently delirious. Groaning under his breath at every slight bump in the road.Â
âWhy am I always having to save you Hotchner men?â You knew now wasnât the time to be humorous, but you would have done anything to deviate from the tears in your eyes, the ball in your throat. You finally understood why it was frowned upon to date coworkers - it should be illegal to care this much.Â
âI donât know, honey.â The pet name was the kicker, allowing a tear to break the dam and roll down your cheek as he chuckled. âYou seem to be pretty damn good at it, though.â You laughed too, fighting the devastation you felt at the sight of him with the fact that he was clearly well enough to still be joking. âI should have kissed you when you came for dinner.â
Fuck. âAaron, now is not the time.â You chuckled slightly as more tears fell. This is absurd.
âI know but-â He flinched as the ambulance hit another bump. Almost there. âI might as well say it now.â You wondered if there was genuinely something wrong with him. âYouâve been all I can think about since the moment-'' He paused to breathe slightly in exertion, you giving a disapproving look as his confession took itâs toll. âsince the moment you started, you know that?â
âYou are dying! Please, for the love of God, Aaron. Use this energy to prevent that from happening.â Your scolding was dramatic, but your actual concern shone brightly through your ruse of sarcasm.Â
âExactly.â He was being equally as sarcastic. How on Earth did he manage this with a rapidly declining life force. âGive a dying man a chance. How unfortunate would it be if the last thing I hear before I go out is the woman of my dreams rejecting me?â
âJesus Christ.â You shook your head in pure amazement. This was by far the most goal oriented man youâd ever met. âIâll let you take me out if you shut the hell up and save your energy.â He smiled, letting his head hit the reclined back of the stretcher. âAfter you get better.â You added, reminding him that his recovery took priority. âDeal?â
âDeal.â This was probably the most insufferable man youâd ever met. âSuch a good motivator.â
Scratch that. Most insufferable man ever.
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On how Crowley and Aziraphale felt during the kiss (but mainly Crowley here):
Ok so first, the main idea for this huge meta is that a LOT of us noticed how the music from the kiss scene is similar to the nebula one, right?
Second, a lot of us also correctly noticed the parallels between the kiss and how it was to taste food for the first time for Aziraphale: bc of his reactions, the hand on lips, the similar way MS acted both scenes, the little inhale etc. So how was it for Crowley?
Aziraphale's reaction to the kiss is practically a puzzle to solve on its own, so it's fun to analyse it, but basically, in a few words, Aziraphale kissed Crowley and he discovered he was physically starving for him, longing for him, yearning for him, for his kiss, and he had no idea. Just like with the ox. And now he needs to gorge himself in him but he can't. Great amazing heartbreaking chef's kiss someone give MS an Emmy.
But there's already so much amazing meta out there about Aziraphale x Ox ribs x The Kiss that I want to focus on Crowley here, and on the music.
So back to the music. The song in "Before the Beginning" and the song that plays during The Kiss (I Forgive You + Don't Bother) are so similar. They're not *exactly* the same, but they're totally reminiscent of each other. The viewer is immediately reminded of those chords that played in the opening scene. It's no coincidence that the fandom was talking about this fact only minutes after first watching those final fifteen minutes. This is an obvious intentional choice for storytelling reasons (David Arnold is a genius).
I have no expertise whatsoever when it comes to music, so I asked our friend @otsanda to see if that made sense and not only it does and she explained it, but she also uncovered so much more hidden meaning in all of it (musicians are amazing), so check out her meta about the music that not only serves as evidence to what I'm proposing here but it also has so much more juicy information in it đ.
Back to the point: WHY thought? Why choose a similar song? Why intentionally COMPOSE a similar song for that moment?
Hear me out. WHAT IF, by reminding the audience of the creation of the nebula, they meant to convey to us that, for Crowley, kissing Aziraphale gave him the same feeling that creating his stars did?
THAT'S what the music is telling us. THAT'S why it makes us remember "Before the Beginning". It may sound cheesy, but Crowley may have literally seen stars when he kissed Aziraphale. He couldn't react accordingly (just like Aziraphale couldn't), bc it was an overwhelming and extremely sad moment (the music is also telling us that) for both of them. They knew it was ending . They were both having a moment of huge revelation that was fated to not come to completion. Crowley was right, it was too late.
It makes sense to show Crowley's feelings through the music, bc he was the one who started the kiss, and also he was wearing sunglasses in that scene, it's different from a character like Aziraphale that has all his million expressions for everyone to see at all times. And they've been doing this ever since s1 with the Queen songs that play in his car or in the background.
So my point is: the same song being used there makes me wonder if kissing Aziraphale finally gave him what he lost. His purpose. What Aziraphale was trying to give back to him by taking him back to heaven. There's no need for Heaven. Just kiss him, Aziraphale, and there he'll find the stars you want to give back to him. There you will one day see that smile on his face you saw Before The Beginning. Neil Gaiman and David Arnold I am in your walls đ
This is what may lead us to see this happiness in Crowley again (not the action of kissing itself, of course, but what it represents to their relationship, them being together, them being an Us).
As @otsanda said: from the music we can interpret that that moment was a Revelation for them. Almost a religious experience. Crowley found his purpose again. What he'd been missing the whole season (or even his whole life since the Fall, but we've seen him especially depressed this season).
I'm not even getting into the poetry of how one can interpret the parallel to the angel's reaction to the kiss as carnal, and the demon's as religious; that would be another whole essay but let's just agree that it's incredibly beautiful. (Let me be clear that I mean here Aziraphale's reaction is carnal specifically for Crowley, and Crowley's is religious specifically for Aziraphale, not religious as in "worshipping god")
"Do you ever wonder what's the point?" Crowley asked in s2e1. The point, for him, is Aziraphale (if you've seen The Good Place you know what I mean). I hope he figured this out with that kiss, even as heartbreaking as it was. Even if it was a (temporary) separation kiss. (I hope Aziraphale figures this out with time too, that he's more than enough to make Crowley happy, that Crowley doesn't need Heaven, or stars, that Crowley needs him.)
Maybe that's why Crowley didn't leave and kept waiting outside until the very last moment.
Aziraphale and Crowley both bit the apple at the end of s2. There's no turning back from that Knowledge now.
Edit: I just have to add here this brilliant colour analysis of the nebula scene by @halemerry. And it's pointed out that during the nebula formation there's a moment when it looks like two people embracing. And the fact that a similar song is used in the actual Kiss scene I just... I have no words
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I have been going insane about the not beloved au.
The idea and sheer emotions of it just cling to me and havenât left me for days and I blame you. Just the idea of [User] not only not being the beloved- but in a way being solely viewed that way- and in a sense being completely treated as such where it is very obvious- just- I love it.
The pure angst potential with the au is there and I -â screeching about it.
Y/Nâs Not The Beloved?
(Monkiefam)
Exactly- Y/N is so heavily defined by being ânot the belovedâ that it kinda becomes their entire character.
Just like some people get jammed into slots theyâre undeserving of by born traits or mere appearances, Y/N is out here getting pigeonholed into the ânot our favoriteâ just because MK is the little monkey demon that their parents dreamed of having for so long.
And it doubly sucks ass, because Sun Wukong and Macaque are such good parents to MK that any criticism on your part will be questioned and âdebunkedâ by well-meaning peers who probably just see you as âspoiledâ or âjealousâ.
Like, imagine this: your classmate, Y/N, is the adopted child of the fucking legendary hero, Monkey King. Heâs married to; of all people, to the infamous Six-Eared Macaque. They have an adorable adopted son who is also a demon monkey.
And if what Y/N has to say about this whole family dynamic is âthey spoil my brother too much/love him more than me/expect me to constantly look after himâ and likeâŠ
From their perspective?
Bitch! You are privileged beyond compare and comprehension! You have two unimaginably powerful parents! They could crumble a civilization and raise a new from the smoldering ashes! They could impose themselves as gods and demand proper tribute! And instead they adopt a silly little mortal out of the goodness of their hearts, and you have the gall to âwhineâ about it not being enough?
Some of your classmates get beaten for bringing home bad grades? Some of them have dead parents? And a few were disowned for being queer! Others live in filth! Some have literally nothing! Why are you so damn âungratefulâ, Y/N?!
And then desperately trying to explain that yes, you are grateful for them and everything theyâve done, itâs not right for you to miss out on fundamental life experiences just because MK didnât want you to go, or to nearly flunk a test because you couldnât sleep on account of MK demanding your attention, or to lose friends that you were never allowed to hang out with because MK didnât like them.
Itâs especially bad in the situation that Y/N is particularly young, around say⊠under thirteen, or maybe semi-verbal, if theyâre shy or anxious, and they havenât learned how to properly communicate and express themselves in a conducive and effective manner, which leads to exchanges where what Y/N says is utterly ineffective at conveying what they mean, like:
âMy parents love MK more than me.â (My parents unhealthily prioritize him even at a cost to myself.)
âAww, sweetie! Heâs just new to your house! Youâll get used to him!â
âI have to babysit MK so much that I donât get to hang out with my friends.â (My budding social life is beginning to crumble under the weight of being a caretaker to my little brother.)
âYouâre such a good older sibling! I bet your parents are really grateful to have a babysitter on hand!â
âMK wanted to go somewhere new yesterday, and he made our dads take me. I didnât get to sleep.â (MKâs immediate happiness is becoming more important to both of our fathers than my physical health.)
âI bet you all had a lot of fun if youâre this tuckered out, huh? Youâre lucky they took you!â
It gets to the point that Y/N, as they grow up, turns to the internet for validation and support in their life, probably to results that are equally split towards positive/negative.
âNTA- Clearly your fathers do not respect your health or feelings! Pack up and move out!â
âI canât move out though? We live on a sacred mountain and Iâve never had a job because they make me babysit MK instead.â
âESH cause yâall sound exhausting. Iâd beat the fuck out of this âMKâ TBH. What a brat.
âHeâs nine though??? WTF dude?â
âHonestly all these NTAs and ESHs are so confusing clearly OP is a fucking ungrateful brat whoâs gonna regret pushing their family away when theyâre alone and have nobody. MASSIVE YTA kiddo.â
âI just want to stay home and sleep because Iâm tired as hell from all the other family trips that I went on with my family? This is the first time Iâm saying no?â
And slowly growing more and more ostracized and confused by everything in their nonconventional little family and how MKâs obsession with them is both fueled and enabled by Wukong and Macaqueâs obsession with him, all slowly heading to a peak-
And when you snap, you are inevitably going to snap hard.
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⥠my, my girl âĄ
au : divider by chilumitos ! sorry i havenât posted in a while iâve been so tired n not motivated at allllll but im here haha i wanted to do more brothers best friend ellie ahhhhh i hope u all enjoy n sorry this isnât that good like i said im feelin v unmotivated haha ;; i know i said yes to requests but i literally cannot do them rn please please bear with me
cw : DONT LIKE DONT READ !! virgin!fem reader x brothers best friend ellie williams , ellie is a bit of a perv , ellie dosent know how to convey her feelings so sometimes sheâs mean (lol sheâs a loser) , oral (reader receiving), NOT PROOFREAD DONT COME FOR ME ITS ONE AM. thatâs it i think ?
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ౚৠyour brother had a best friend named ellie for as long as you could remember. she was gorgeous, with emerald green eyes that shone beautifully in the sun, and short auburn hair that looked so soft and cute as it fell around her face and ears.
ౚৠyou walked downstairs from your room, tired from studying and being holed up in your room all day. as you walked downstairs, you saw ellie and your brother sitting together in the kitchen, talking. you usually didnât pay them any mind, but ellie kept staring at you. you hadnât realized she would be downstairs, and were caught off guard when you realized she was standing in the middle of your kitchen.
ౚৠas you walked downstairs, you moved to grab a glass from the cabinet behind ellie, but she didnât budge. âcan you move, please?â you say, exasperated. âlook who finally came out of her cave!â ellie said, teasing you. you rolled your eyes as ellie finally stepped out of the way so you could get your glass. you walked over to the fridge, and ellie liked the way she could see your legs and thighs. you werenât wearing much, just some small shorts and a white tank top, since you didnât think anyone would be over at your house today. you also werenât wearing a bra, because why would you do that in your own room? well, it was a bad idea, because ellie could see the entire outline of your body under the tight clothes you were wearing.
ౚৠâdamn, you showinâ off or something?â she says as you sip water from your glass. you glance at your brother, who is too obsessed with his phone to notice anything. âhuh?â he says, looking up from his phone, oblivious. âcmon, letâs go watch somethingâ he motions to the living room. ellie follows him, not paying any other glance to you.
ౚৠlater that night, you hear ellie and your brother fighting, no doubt over some stupid video game, or who won the fight they had just gotten into. you walk around your room, bored, but not wanting to go talk to your brother, because that meant seeing ellie.
ౚৠyou eventually decide to just take a shower and call it a night. you gather your things, grab a towel, and head to the bathroom when you see ellie standing right outside your bathroom door. you grab onto the towel youâre holding, and try not to act angry. âdid you need something?â you say. âgoing somewhere?â ellie says in return. âiâm about to take a showerâŠ?â you point to the fluffy white towel in your arms. ellie looks away, and grabs the back of her neck, rubbing it. âfuck, ellie, donât imagine her nakedâŠâ she thinks to herself as she looks at you. âi was just gonna ask if youâŠwanted to watch a movie with us, but i guess- you uhâŠâ she stutters.
ౚৠâare you feeling okay?â you asks not used to seeing ellie like this. usually she was making some snide remark at you or pushing you around, trying to get you mad or riled up. she loved it when you were angry, it was so cute, like a little tiger. âiâm fine. are you?â ellie says, deflecting. âright. iâm gonna take that shower now.â you say, opening the door to the bathroom.
ౚৠafter your shower, you get out and walk into your bedroom, slipping on a cute pajama set, a small light gray baby tee and little gray shorts. it was your favorite. you were about to flop down on your bed and tuck yourself in to read your favorite book when you heard a slight knocking at your door.
ౚৠyou got up, a little annoyed that someone had interrupted your relaxing alone time, walked over to the door and opened it ready to tell whoever it was to go away when you saw ellie standing there. it was strange; she had never come up to your room like this beforeâŠ
ౚৠâhey. can we talk?â ellie said, and without waiting for your permission she stepped into your room. ânice room.â she commented, looking around. âwhat is it?â you asked timidly, seeing her walk around and pick up small trinkets and photos on your dresser.
ౚৠâwellâŠâ she said, putting down a picture of you and your brother and turning to take a step closer to you. âwe havent always gotten along, but..i never realize that youve gotten so..â she trailed off, wondering how to not sound creepy (which she totally was) talking about how much different you looked. how much more beautiful you looked latelyâŠ
ౚৠâgotten soâŠwhat?â you say, honestly curious about where she was taking this. âcmon, you know. youâŠlook good.â ellie said, eyeing you up and down slightly. âand youâre saying this, why?â you ask, slightly bratty since you felt it was your right, after all, she was so rude to you all the time, and never missed a chance to tease you. âcmon, puppy, youre cute. you know what i mean.â
ౚৠand there it was. that stupid nickname she had given you. âpuppyâ might have sounded sweet, but ellie only teased you when you were younger for being naive, hence the nickname. but that was in the past, the nickname seemed so different now, almost loving.
ౚৠshe stepped closer to you, reaching out to touch your arms. âcmon, i see the way you look at me now too. i like you, ok?â she said, a little sternly, as if she was trying to convince you to even be in the same room as her. âellie, this is-â but she cut you off before you could continue by cupping your face and kissing you.
ౚৠâare you okay?â ellie said, pulling back to see your flustered face. you took a minute to get used to the feeling of her actually wanting to touch you, to be near you, but once you had gotten over that, all you wanted was to feel her lips on yours. you were nervous, youâd only been kissed a few times and you could tell ellie wanted to do a bit more than just that.
ౚৠyou were pressed against the wall next to your bed, whimpering under her. âneedy, huh?â she said, pressed her right knee between your legs. âi like patient girls, yâknow.â as she grinded against you, giving you the friction you so desperately craved, you couldnt help but moan softly into her mouth as her tongue brushed your lips, silently asking to be let in. of course you spread those pretty lips of yours to let her taste every inch of your mouth, faint sounds coming from both of you as you kissed filling room with a sinful air of lust and heat.
ౚৠeventually you two make your way over to your own bed, sitting in ellies lap with your back pressed against her chest, ellie comfortingly shushing you and reassuring you that she would take good care of you. âshh, bun, sâokay. ive gotcha.â she said soothingly as she pulled down the little gray shorts you were wearing and tossing them to the side of your bed.
ౚৠas her hand trailed down, further towards your panties, slipping under the soft cotton, she felt the wetness of your cunt under her slender fingers. âthis your first timeâŠ?â she asked, rubbing gentle circles around your clit. âwell- thatsâŠâ you trail off. ânone of my business?â she finishes your sentence for you. âsâokay if it is, bun.â she says as she continues to circle your pearl, drawing out whimpers from you.
ౚৠellie puts her hand over your mouth. âsorry bun, sâmuch as i like hearing those pretty sounds, you dont want your brother to know about this, do you?â she was right, like always. you shook your head slightly, almost unable to comprehend anything except the way her soft fingers felt touching you. âso, so wet for meâŠâ she says among other praises.
ౚৠâyou think youâre ready bun?â she says, sliding her fingers towards your sweet entrance. âmhmâŠâ you said, almost shaking with anticipation, holding onto her forearm, her other hand still gently covering your mouth. as she slides two fingers inside you, you grip onto her thigh as she continues to slowly push her fingers in and out of you. âso good, bun. just like that.â she said as you moaned softly each time she pulled out of you.
ౚৠâyou look so cute like this..i wish i couldve seen it earlier.â ellie said, smiling to herself at the proud moment of being able to be the first one to have you like this. âtaking my fingers so well, huh?â she said, not even expecting a reply as you were already too fucked out to think for yourself.
ౚৠâyou can cum whenever you want, bun.â she said. usually she wouldve made you beg for it, or been a little mean, but there was something about how sweet and pure you looked taking her fingers, sitting between her legs on your own bed committing such a sinful act that enticed her so much she couldnt wait to feel you lose yourself and cum all over her fingers.
ౚৠas you whimpered softly under her, she moved the hand over your mouth to softly stroke your thigh. âsâokay, just be quietâŠâ she said as she comforted you, still pushing those damn fingers in and out of you. it didnt take long after that for you to cum, trying to hold back your moans, and of course she praised you the whole way through.
ౚৠâaw, you just look so so cute like thisâŠâ she said, looking at your face, slightly flushed and sweaty from the way she had made you feel. without missing a beat she slowly pulled her fingers out of you, and, since she was ellie, bringing them to her mouth to lick them clean.
ౚৠas you layed on her, breathing still heavy, she got up and guided you to the bathroom, cleaning you gently and whispering sweet nothings and apologies for you being overly sensitive. the coldness of the bathroom and the warmth of her body and hands on you, and the way ellie helped you step into a fresh pair of panties felt so loving to you.
ౚৠas you laid next to her in your bed, she softly stroked your hair, watching you as you fell asleep, kissing your cheek and cuddling you from behind. she hoped you would still feel good about this in the morning.
ౚৠit was definitely safe to say that your first time being with ellie was exactly the way it was supposed to happen.
HAIII thank you for reading im literally so fucking tired and this is so so so shitty i swear on my life i hate this but i really reallllyyy wanted to post for you all :( im sorry for not getting to requests i will try my best but like i said ive been so so sooo unmotivated, anyways ENOUGH PITY PARTYING hopefully someone will enjoy this AHHHH
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ok so the new trailer for episode 3 just dropped. big hype. here are some theory's, notes, and observations.
also I took a lot of screenshots...
anyway here we go.
so the adventure is set to be "The Mystery of Mildenhall Manor". Now, I do think that Caine is gonna be the quest giver this time, sending the gang to find something inside the spooky, probably haunted manor.
small guess is that they gotta find Matilda, one of the ghosts haunting the manor, and trap her in a vacuum. idk why, it's literally just a hunch.
Jax also takes a moment to harass Pomni with a vacuum, which just makes me think of Luigi's Mansion.
anyway, the gang (minus Zooble) are gonna go in the manor and try to find whatever they're looking for, and either by agreement or random set of events, the gang is gonna split up, Pomni and Kinger being paired up. I don't really know if Ragatha, Gangle, and Jax stick together or not, as they're not really shown much in the trailer.
I am inclined to believe it is a set of events that separates the gang tho.
it's the one of the reasons I can think of that'd make Pomni climb on the door like that.
I mean... outside of the very spooky decorum.....
which Pomni has a pretty reasonable reaction to
btw, I fucking love Pomni's cartoon physics with the squash and stretch rubber-hose animation. it's so expressive and fun to watch.
anyway, it seems Caine is determined to have Zooble go on adventures. so he literally sits them down and tries to therapize them.
though with Caine being an AI with very little knowledge of how the human mind works, this goes predictably horribly.
I imagine Zooble tries on some level to convey to Caine the ludicrousness of their situation. stuck in a digital world getting repeatedly traumatized by meaningless adventures that seem to do more harm than good. though I get the feeling Caine would miss the point, leading Zooble to correct him, and/or get upset at him for not understanding. watching this verbal fight happen between these 2 will probably lead to us, the viewer, understanding more about Zooble.
anyway, back to the manor with this cute little guy.
look at him, he's so cute and squishable. unfortunately this guy is the only cute and squishable NPC here because Pomni and Kinger seems to really be going through it.
they're mostly poking around, opening drawers and stuff. maybe they're looking for a key to get back with the others or something? who knows.
they both probably stumble around in the dark for a bit, both figuratively and literally.
they might end up stumbling into an antagonist NPC, which is the only way I can explain some of these screenshots.
it looks to me like Kinger is facing something. I mean, He's missing an eye in the first one, smacking something with a gun in the second, and looking really worried in the third. Plus the fist 2 have similar lighting so I'm inclined to believe those 2 pics come from clips in close time frames to each other.
there's also another image that has similar lighting...
now... this may sound weird, but I think that either Pomni got Possessed somehow, or something tried to take her shape. Possession seems more feasible since we know at least 2 of the NPC's in this adventure are ghosts, and at least in media ghosts are known to possess people. seeing as digital circus seems to love pulling from video game mechanics, this wouldn't surprise me at all.
this would also kind of explain why in the "POMNI WAKE UP!! IT'S TIME TO GO ON AN ADVENTURE" video, in the "Kinger with a shotgun" clip, he seems to be hitting Pomni with the gun. it makes a lot more sense if Pomni ends up getting possessed somehow, forcing Kinger to hit her in order to defend himself from the ghost.
this also could tie back to the worried look on Kingers face in the screenshot before Possessed Pomni. Cause he'd know what he has to do, even though he doesn't want to hurt Pomni.
Hell, I'm pretty sure Kinger even openly protects Pomni in this episode.
because of the shot in the trailer taken from this hole's perspective
not only is Pomni hiding behind Kinger, but he has one of his hands out in front of her, as if to protect her from whatever is in that hole.
also in regards to guns, Kinger isn't the only one who gets to have a gun.
Pomni gets to wield a shotgun too, and it's likely to help both herself and Kinger fight off whatever was after them in the hole.
Ghost possession and gun-slinging aside, I do think that Pomni and Kinger have a little heart to heart in this episode.
boy doesn't that screenshot look familiar. reminds me of episode 2 with the blue lighting and concerned expression on Pomni's face. That scene in the test room where Pomni comforts Gumigoo. this time tho, she's comforting Kinger. it almost makes me wonder if this will be a reoccurring theme, with all the other characters eventually having a heart to heart with Pomni, and Pomni comforting them.
it'd really make her live up to her quote in episode 2 "I guess I just don't want you to feel like you're nothing. I don't want anyone to feel like that".
the only thing I do still have questions about, is wtf is Kinger looking at here?
I mean, it looks like the eyes of a ghost, if they could make their eyes glow like that.
ya know what, maybe he's looking at a mound of pillows or something.
yeah, like that.
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Dale Dimmadome Analysis (with screenshots)
Dale is one of my favourite characters on the show. He's a funny evil man, that amuses me with his antics and his role as a child slave/kidnap victim in the original series leaves a lot to be explored.
This analysis will be talking about his attachment to money which trust me is a lot more interesting than it sounds. This will be quite a long post. I'll put a cut under this paragraph, so that the people who aren't interested don't have to scroll through the whole post.
Going to assume that since you decided to keep reading, that your interested in what I have to say. This analysis will only be covering "Stanky Danky" and "Lost and Founder's Day" with a brief mention of "Operation Birthday Takeback". I think those two episodes are more than sufficient enough to convey my point.
When we first meet Dale in "Stanky Danky" he's seen coming down from a helicopter, onto a big stage to sell products to people. He appears to be level headed with confidence oozing out of him. But this changes the moment he realises that people aren't going to buy anything.
He almost immediately starts to panic.
He starts shuttering as he calls out to the crowd to buy more things.
His panic becomes anger. Briefly switching back to panic before fully settling into anger. His anger then becomes targeted at the person whose telling these people not to buy from him. He questions who this girl is, what's her name.
Once he's learnt her name. He starts thinking up a way he can stop her and get the customer's interest back.
And once he's found it he strikes.
Going as far as to kidnap Danky and emotionally manipulate him just so he can get what he wants.
Leaving the monster in an isolated area of his estate when he's not of any current use to him. I mean talk about becoming your abuser.
And when Hazel and Danky leave he rushes out calling out to the trash monster, saying that he was "like a son" to him. Trying to appeal to Danky's emotions, desperately trying to get him back. All so he doesn't lose that source of profit.
And when he starts losing all his profits at the end of the episode he falls to his knees, wailing in a fit of despair. He's obsessed with money, he needs it and he's willing to do anything to get it. This obsession of his is best shown in "Lost and Founder's Day"
He spends the first portion of the episode happily monologing as he explains how his Dim Watches "tickle" a child's brain to indicate when they want something. Everything is going exactly as he planned.
Until it isn't.
The moment he spots someone not buying anything he starts getting angry. Ranting at the screen.
His anger only growing more when he realises that this "anomaly" is stopping other people from buying things too.
And when Dev points out that stuff is still getting sold and they are still earning money. He shuts him down.
Stating that while yes people are still buying things. The profit he's making from the festival in going down. And he is not happy about it.
In fact he's so enraged by this that he starts to send drones and his son after it so that he can "learn it's secrets". He can't handle the idea that someone doesn't want to buy anything from him.
And when that doesn't work, he activates the statues. Putting the whole festival on lock down until he can track down the "anomaly".
And when a drone points out how counter productive terrorising the festival attendees is to earning money and making a profit. He quite literally shuts it down.
And at the end of the episode, when the statues are put to a stop and everyone leaves.
He's back in that pit of despair. A literal stream of tears flowing out of his eyes. And he so affected by this that he spent literal months studying this "anomaly" figuring out why it didn't seem interested in buying anything during the festival. And the thing is. If he had just left it alone. The festival would have gone on without much of a hitch. But he just couldn't, because it was never about the money. Not really. It was about him.
It's clear that he puts a lot of value onto money. More than most. With money being tied directly to his identity and sense of security. The more money he makes, the better he feels about himself and when he starts to lose money, he takes it as a direct attack on him. He knows what it's like to have nothing and he doesn't ever want to be in that state again. So he obsessively tries to earn more and more in order feel secure in himself. But it's never enough. And when someone threatens that security he goes on the defence. Even at the cost of the losing other potential sales.
And when he loses all his profits and is no longer generating money, he breaks. And for a brief moment, he's no longer Dale Dimmadome owner of Dimmadome G0bal.
He's Dale. A frighten young boy working in a factory underneath a lemonade stand, whose only wish is for his father to come and rescue him.
#fop#fop a new wish#the fairly oddparents#fairly oddparents#the fairly oddparents a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dale dimmadome#character analysis#long post
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not sure if this is too niche? but what kind of filth do you think would fall from each members mouth when they're fucking you roughly đ¶âđ«ïž
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i love this actually ..
shotaro
shotaro would be one of the less vocal ones, heâd groan a lot though. heâd be more vocal when heâs fucking you from behind, but even then he wouldnât say much. he just finds himself so engrossed in the moment, how you look under him and how you feel wrapped around his cock. the way you squeeze around him makes him feel dizzy so all of the thoughts in his head just disappear. think heâs more likely to let out one word things rather than anything else. quiet groans of god and fuck slipping from him every so often.
eunseok
eunseok would be very talkative during sex, incredibly vocal. he loves to taunt you, will speak the filthiest things to you with no hesitation. they can range from telling you how good you feel around him to how pretty you look under him. but they can also fall under the category of being mean to you, humiliating almost. telling you how pathetic it is that youâre always so soaked for him, how cute he thinks it is that youâre so ready to take him all the time. heâd love watching you squirm from the things he says to you too. always so wet and ready to take me, good girl.
sungchan
sungchanâs favourite thing to do during sex is to point out the fact he can hear how wet you are. he loves the affect he has on you, he loves how he can hear it so clearly when heâs fucking you and he loves pointing it out to you. he laughs when he hears the squelching coming from your cunt, looking down into your eyes as you take all of him so eagerly. he loves to embarrass you with it, he knows he has you when you squirm and try to look away from him when he says it. sheâs crying out for me, baby.
wonbin
wonbin can spew out a range of things. heâs shameless, heâs not too proud to beg nor is he too ashamed to moan into your ear whilst heâs pressed deep inside of you. one of the hottest things he does vocally is when he has his head buried in your neck whilst heâs fucking into you, he always lets out the most sinful and broken moans against your skin. curses tend to follow, especially fuck. he just canât help it, he struggles to find a way to convey just how good you feel when youâre squeezing tightly around his cock so letting out deep moans and swearing seems to be the best way to do that. he can get a little cocky sometimes, saying cruder things to you. been occasions where heâs knelt up between your legs and looked down at where youâre hole is sucking him in so eagerly, speaking lowly as he thrusts deep into you. fuck, itâs like you were made for me.
seunghan
seunghan would be so praising, itâs in his nature to be. needs to tell you how sweet you are when youâre being fucked so good, how pretty you look when youâre barely coherent under him. constantly tells you how pretty you look, how sweet you sound crying out his name as he fucks deeply into you. wants to keep eye contact with you as you take him deeper, needs to hear you whine as he talks to you. he especially likes it when you physically canât respond, being too fucked out to even answer a simple question. how does it feel baby? does it feel good? talk to me angel.
sohee
sohee is another who doesnât talk too much, but the difference is when sohee stops talking he doesnât stop. he ends up babbling on and on about how good you feel. rough sex with sohee literally sends him to another planet, the pleasure that takes over his body turns him almost brain dead. will either just groan against your skin as you wrap around his cock or will constantly curse and tell you how good it is. heâs obsessed with the way you take his cock so eagerly and he needs to let you know that, but his words also tend to come out as a jumbled mess. poor boy just wants to tell you that he thinks your pussy is the best thing heâs ever felt in his life. so good, âs so fuckin good.
anton
antonâs whole personality change in bed could give anyone whiplash, especially during rougher sex. he isnât really degrading, but he does like to tease you. he canât do it too much because if he talks for so long he ends up letting a moan slip out and he gets a little embarrassed when that happens, he prefers letting out deeper, throatier groans than high pitched moans. he does like to tell you how good you feel though, heâs one to tell you that heâs been thinking about fucking you all day, speaking about how distracted he got during practice because all he could think about was wrapping your legs around his waist and fucking his cum into you until youâre seeing stars. he can ramble a little when heâs close to cumming, itâs sweet despite the way heâd be fucking you so mercilessly. been thinking about you all day, just wanted to come back and fuck you god- iâm gonna cum.
#⧠melody answers#⧠anon#⧠hard hours â§#riize smut#sungchan smut#shotaro smut#eunseok smut#seunghan smut#wonbin smut#sohee smut#anton smut
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dating kozume kenma headcanons - part 2
masterlist
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warnings: not proofread, movie and timeskip spoilers, very self indulgent
a/n: EHEHEHEHEH I LOVE MY INTROVERTED GAMER BABY | word vomit. this is just pure word vomit.
during nationals when they were away, kenma always texted you before and after a game(kinda shocking since he's dry asl)
he would be a little clingy, especially when he was sleepy since he had no filter then
but he literally like slept so late there...(THAT ONE SCENE OF HIM WAKING UP WITH BEDHEAD <3)
before their match with karasuno, he sent you a gif of a happy dancing cat(it was him trying to convey emotion)
after the match, he sent you a text that read 'i guess i'm coming home'
which made you happy he was coming back, but also sad that they lost
right when they got back home, you went over to his house to give him some congratulatory apple pie and cuddles
obviously he got a fever and was literally bedridden for a couple of days, so you had to wait a little while before seeing the poor boy
but when you did, he was still a little sick so he just clung onto you(
when he's sleepy, i headcanon he likes his hair to be played with and when you do it he just falls asleep
timeskip to the future, and its been like what, 7 years? you've moved in with him into his house, and it's pretty casual at this point
he always comes to bed late since he stays up on stream, and he ends up waking up so late
but before you go to bed, he's almost always taking a break from his stream to kiss you goodnight
sometimes if you're feeling clingy AND sleepy, he'll let you sit on his lap and sleep there while he's on stream
guys everyone writes kenma as if he's someone who's lazy as hell, and cant cook
BUT NOT ME!!! i know kenma can cook because he isn't that self-negligent, like if he moved out by himself then surely he knows how to somewhat provide for himself
he doesn't cook much because he doesn't like how much effort it takes, but when he cooks its kinda fire
you guys alternate, but its usually you cooking
i know he doesn't eat much canonly but loves seeing you in the kitchen its so domestic
when you catch him staring his lil bitch ass smirks at you and is like 'you look good in my kitchen.'
EPHASIS ON "MY KITCHEN" LIKE AODJSAOLDJASJDL
guys stop he's so cute when hes posessive
SPEAKING OF POSESSIVENESS OMG
ok now kenma's posessiveness varies from day to day
if he sees another guy with you, he doesn't rage immediately but when he sees them holding you in a way how he does? that's when he slides between you guys and takes you back
but also sometimes when you're about to go out in revealing clothes, he gets all pouty and clingy
he doesn't let go of you and looks up you with such pleading eyes(im so weak. im so weak for him omg)
guys he ALWAYS goes to pick you up himself
most likely he's going to bed by the time youre done, he can spare a couple minutes getting you
and plus i know he may not act like it, but your safety is like one of his top priorities
especially since you're the partner of a famous streamer, he does his best to make you comfortable
whether that's having you sit out of frame when he's on stream, or keeping you hidden
the media's really mean, and he'd do anything to prevent you from seeing or witnessing something hurtful just because you're dating him
he takes all the necessary precautions he knows of, and always tries to keep your identity anonymous
but when you felt comfortable enough, you slowly started to creep into his streams
at first it would just be a hand popping into frame, to you literally napping on his lap while he streamed
he told his fans that he was taken before and they thought he was lying, but since they've seen you they're amazed that he actually pulled
overall, his audience loves you and they literally see how kenma lights up when he looks at you
like his eyes are so soft and glassy and hazed with love(im gonna cry. why isn't he real. please i want him so bad)
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2nd a/n: guys this is literally not proofread this is such shit work like im not even processing these thoughts in my brain IM LITERALLY JUST WORD VOMITTING RN ok im done thank you for listening to my ted talk GOODNIGHT
#kenma x reader#kozume kenma x reader#kenma kozume#kozume kenma#kenma kozume x reader#nekoma#haikyuu#miruac#haikyuu fluff#i love him#kenma fluff#kozume kenma fluff#kenma headcanons#kozume kenma headcanons#haikyuu headcanons
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Writing Advice #?: Donât write out accents.
The Surface-Level Problem: Itâs distracting at best, illegible at worst.Â
The following passage from Sons and Lovers has never made a whit of sense to me:
âI ham, Walter, my lad,â âe says; âtaâe which on âem terâs a mind.â Anâ so I took one, anâ thanked âim. I didnât like ter shake it afore âis eyes, but âe says, âThaâd better maâe sure itâs a good un. Anâ so, yer see, I knowed it was.ââ
Thereâs almost certainly a point to that dialogue â plot, character, theme â but I could not figure out what the words were meant to be, and gave up on the book. At a lesser extreme, most of Quinceyâs lines from Dracula (âI know I ainât good enough to regulate the fixinâs of your little shoesâ) cause American readers to sputter into laughter, which isnât ideal for a character who is supposed to be sweet and tragic. Accents-written-out draw attention to mechanical qualities of the text.
Solution #1: Use indicators outside of the quote marks to describe how a character talks. An Atlanta accent can be âdrawlingâ and a London one âclippedâ; a Princeton one can sound âstiffâ and a Newark one ârelaxed.â Do they exaggerate their vowels more (North America) or their consonants more (U.K., north Africa)? Do they sound happy, melodious, frustrated?
The Deeper Problem: Itâs ignorant at best, and classist/racist/xenophobic at worst.
You pretty much never see authors writing out their own accents â to the person who has the accent, the words just sound like words. Itâs only when the accent is somehow âotherâ to the author that it gets written out.
And the accents that we consider âotherâ and âwrongâ (even if no one ever uses those words, the decision to deliberately misspell words still conveys it) are pretty much never the ones from wealthy and educated parts of the country. Instead, the accents with misspelled words and awkward inflection are those from other countries, from other social classes, from other ethnicities. If your Maine characters speak normally and your Florida characters have grammatical errors, then you have conveyed what you consider to be correct and normal speech. We know what J.K. Rowling thinks of French-accented English, because itâs dripping off of Fleur Delacourâs every line.
At the bizarre extreme, we see inappropriate application of North U.K. and South U.S.-isms to every uneducated and/or poor character ever to appear in fan fic. When wanting to get across that Steve Rogers is a simple Brooklyn boy, MCU fans have him slip into âmustnâtâ and âwe is.â When conveying that Robin 2.0 is raised poor in Newark, he uses âainâtâ and âyâallâ and âdin.â Never mind that Iron Man is from Manhattan, or that Robin 3.0 is raised wealthy in Newark; neither of them ever gets a written-out accent.
Solution #2: A little word choice can go a long way, and a little research can go even further. Listen carefully to the way people talk â on the bus, in a cafĂ©, on unscripted YouTube â and write down their exact word choice. âWe goodâ literally means the same thing as âno thank you,â but oneâs a lot more formal than the other. âAinâtâ is a perfectly good synonym for âam not,â but not everyone will use it.
The Obscure Problem: Itâs not even how people talk.
Look at how auto-transcription software messes up speaking styles, and itâs obvious that no one pronounces every spoken sound in every word that comes out of their mouth. Consider how Americans say âyou all right?â; 99% of us actually say something like âyait?â, using tone and head tilt to convey meaning. Politicians speak very formally; friends at bars speak very informally.
An example: Iâm from Baltimore, Maryland. Unless Iâm speaking to an American from Texas, in which case Iâm from âBaltmore, Marlind.â Unless Iâm speaking to an American from Pennsylvania, in which case Iâm from âBalmore, Marlin.â If Iâm speaking to a fellow Marylander, Iâm of course from âBamor.â (If Iâm speaking to a non-American, Iâm of course from âWashington D.C.â) Trying to capture every phoneme of change from moment to moment and setting to setting would be ridiculous; better just to say I inflect more when talking to people from outside my region.
When you write out an accent, you insert yourself, the writer, as an implied listener. You inflict your value judgments and your linguistic ear on the reader, and you take away from the story.
Solution #3: When in doubt, just write the dialogue how you would talk.
#writing#writing advice#accents#fan fiction#classism#language#u.s.-centric af because I've only lived so many places
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Is This Off The Record? â Quinn HughesâŽÂł
Chapter Two
Series Masterlist Masterlist
Pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader
Summary: Y/n interviews Quinn and it doesnât exactly go as planned.
Warnings: use of y/n, cursing
w/c: 3,087
a/n: I wrote this literally right after getting over Covid so itâs slightly rushed but the next chapter should be better.
  âCan you answer some questions for me?â You asked, trying to show the same confidence level that the woman before you had shown, a very fake smile plastered on your face. If the fake smile didnât give you away, then your words did. Your tone was shaky and it was easy to tell you were barely even comfortable in your own skin.Â
  You watched as Quinn looked at you for a moment. You weren't exactly super fond of the way he was looking at you. He looked as if he was trying to appear in thought, not like he was actually trying to think over your question. You didnât like his little power move. You wanted an answer, not whatever the fuck it was that he was currently giving you. After a moment, he finally spoke and you were grateful that the awkward silence was over.
  âWhy not?â He said with a shrug of his shoulders. You hated how nonchalant he appeared. It pissed you off beyond reason.
  You sighed, bracing yourself for the short interview that was to come. Usually, it was the interviewees mentally preparing for these things, and you were sure Quinn was doing it too, but you had to make sure to ready yourself before questioning the mystery of a man in front of you.
  âI understand youâve never really served a leadership role, besides being an alternate captain for Team USA and an alternate captain here last year, before being named Captain of the Canucks. Could you comment on that?â You asked with a hint of shakiness in your voice. You didnât mean to start with a loaded question, but it was the first thing that came to your mind, and you didnât want to just sit in silence while you thought of a different question.
  Quinn looked visibly offended by your question. You immediately wanted to retreat into some sort of safe space when you noticed that. You hadnât meant to offend him, you were only trying to do your job. You hoped he understood that.
  âIâm sorry, Iâm not quite sure what you mean by that,â Quinn spoke up and said after a calculated silence, his face contorted in offended confusion. You guessed by his response that your question hadnât quite been worded correctly.
  âI just mean that-â You started quickly, not giving yourself any time to think about what you were saying, just wanting to clear up the situation quickly. âYou know-â You stuttered out a final time before deciding to take a quick breath and collect your thoughts before continuing. Breathe.
  âWhat I meant to say was, do you think that this leadership role will be a lot to take on, or are you more of a natural leader?â You said, your thoughts collected as much as they were going to be.
  Quinn nodded with something close to understanding cast on his features. He sucked in a breath at your question and he sounded almost annoyed. You supposed you couldnât exactly blame him for it, youâd be more than annoyed if you had to deal with shit like this often, but it still pissed you off a little.
  You looked over at J.T. briefly, silently begging him to come back over and ease the tension. You knew he couldnât. He simply glanced at you with a sympathetic smile from where he stood across the room. You returned the smile, breathing deeply before turning back to Quinn.
  When you turned back to Quinn, he almost looked angry. No, angry wasnât the word. Irritated, agitated, etc. Those words worked but those werenât exactly what his face conveyed. It was something else.
  Quinn had glanced over to J.T. as well, a pleading look in his eyes, but for slightly different reasons. He cleared his throat before speaking. âI mean, I think itâll be an adjustment, obviously, but I love my team, you know?â He said, raising his eyebrows slightly before letting out a small chuckle. âWeâre all family here and Iâm ready to take that responsibility of leading our team, our family.â
  Family. You thought his choice of describing the team as a family was interesting. You were sure a lot of players would describe their team that way, but it was interesting for another reason. Quinn said it like he truly meant it. Like his team was truly his family. He said it with the care that conveyed a familial bond. That was what was interesting. Family.
  You nodded at his answer, offering him a small smile that wasnât returned. Why did he have to make this more awkward? You dropped the smile from your face for the rest of that interview. You werenât smiling for yourself anyway, you were smiling out of politeness, decency, and respect. If he wasnât giving that to you, then you didnât have to give that to him, you decided.
  You continued the interview, thanking some higher power every once in a while that this was not a video interview, because there were more than a few awkward pauses that you were more than glad you wouldnât need to include. You glanced over to J.T. every once in a while, seeking reassurance, because you sure as hell werenât receiving any from Quinn. You knew it wasnât his job to make you feel comfortable while you asked him questions, but it wouldâve been nice. Instead, he didnât even offer a simple smile back to you, only smiled every so often when talking about his teammates.
  You were grateful when J.T. got done with his interview and walked back over to you and Quinn. It gave you an out, a way to simply end the interview early and leave. As soon as J.T. stepped within 6 feet of you and Quinn you wrapped up the interview with little warning, just saying that all your questions had been answered, thanking Quinn, and telling him you look forward to speaking with him again. He nodded, seemingly not giving a fuck about what you had to say.
  You said thank you to J.T. as well, wishing him well. He offered to walk you out to your car, but you politely declined. You swore you could see Quinn roll his eyes at J.T.âs offer, but you couldnât be sure.
  You made your way to your car, the click-clack of your shoes on the ground an almost comforting sound. You made sure to hit the unlock button on your car key about three times as you approached your vehicle. You didnât want to suffer the embarrassment of setting off your own car alarm. You opened your car door, quickly disappearing behind the tint of your windows. You didnât even put the key in the ignition for a good two minutes, just resting your head on the steering wheel, thinking about everything and nothing.
  You felt overwhelmed with a fear that you knew all too well as you started your car. The fear of not being good enough. The fear had haunted you for nearly your entire life. It wasnât new to you, but you still hated it and it still controlled you to a certain extent.
  You drove home in complete silence. No music. No humming. No cursing out other drivers. You kept your eyes on the road and tried to keep unwelcome thoughts out of your mind. It worked for the most part, but you knew hiding from things wasnât the answer. You just wanted to wait until you were in the safety of your own apartment before you dealt with how you felt.
  You parked your car, counting your blessings and the fact that your apartment complex had a parking lot, so you didnât have to walk far. Of course, once you got to your apartment door, your keys wouldnât fucking cooperate with you. And by that, you mean that you couldnât find the right one on your keychain. Your keychain had some keys that hadnât been in use in years. It took you forever to find the right one. You were frustrated, to say the least. Thatâs always how things go though. The most annoying things happen when you really are not in the mood for them.
  You opened your apartment door, muttering to yourself, âI have to get those fucking labeled,â as you walked in. You groaned as you tried to shut the door behind you, but of course, it didnât quite close all the way. You shut the door all the way, wanting nothing more than to slam it as hard as you could, but knowing, for obvious reasons, that you couldnât.
  You breathed deeply, setting your bag down on the counter, making sure to dig your phone out of it and shove it in your pocket, before moving to go sit in your bedroom. You didnât really know if you were going to your bed or your desk, but you knew you were going to your room. You would sit on your couch if it was actually put together and not sitting disassembled in its box in the middle of your living room.
  You sat down on your bed, above the covers. You stared at the wall for a few moments before pulling your phone back out of your pocket. Youâd used your phone to record the interviews. No video, just audio. You knew you would have to start transcribing at some point today, but you werenât super keen on doing that right now. You didnât want to think about your job right now, which was something you never thought you would say. More accurately, you didnât want to think about Quinn right now. Quinn and the odd interview and the weird looks and the stressful, well, everything. He wouldnât leave your mind, his silent belittlement haunting you.
  You looked at the time that was displayed on the screen. 2:15. Not bad. You thought about it for a moment. You could maybe take a nap. You were kind of tired. More mentally than physically though, but you would do anything to ease your mind right now.Â
  You didnât bother changing your clothes, they were comfortable enough. You plugged your phone in, setting it on your nightstand before getting up to turn the light off. It didnât do much to darken the room. You hadnât put your curtains up yet and the sun was peeking through your bedroom window quite easily. It wasnât ideal, but you'd managed to fall asleep with worse going on.
  You sighed, climbing under the covers and getting comfortable. It took a few moments of tossing and turning, but you finally got into a comfortable position. It didnât last long though, and soon, what was supposed to be a relaxing nap, became lying awake in silence, constantly moving and trying to sleep. You didnât sleep. It took an hour before you finally gave up and sat up in your bed.
  You grabbed your phone off of your nightstand, deciding to just scroll on your phone for a bit. You opened Instagram. You didnât post often. You mainly just used it to message and stalk people. You had a private account that not many people tried to follow often, so you were a little surprised when you saw that you had a new follow request. From j.tmiller9. It had the little blue checkmark next to it, so you figured it was legit. You accepted the follow request, not thinking too much of it besides the fact that you were happy youâd at least made a good impression on someone. You didnât like the subtle reminder of Quinn though.Â
  Everything about Quinn pissed you off. His nonchalance. The way he brushed you off. His stupid fucking sweaty hair after the practice. You especially hated how heâd made you feel so small.
  You unplugged your phone, deciding that if you couldnât sleep, you might as well do something productive with your time. You stood up from your bed, not bothering to turn the light on, the natural light from the window being enough. Pulled out the chair from your desk, you opened your laptop and sat down, ready to transcribe the interviews. You decided to start with Quinnâs. Might as well.
  You opened the voice memo app on your phone and began the transcribing. The recording of your and Quinnâs voices coming through your phone stressed you out. Maybe you shouldnât have started with his interview. You desperately wanted to get through this with no trouble. You took a steadying breath, whispering, âYouâre okay,â to yourself as you did so.
  With somewhat shaky hands, you rewinded the recording on your phone so you could begin typing, but stopped before you could hit play when you saw an Instagram notification. You clicked on it almost immediately and were taken to a message from J.T. You read it, letting out a sigh of relief as you did. It read, You did good today, Kid. Sorry about Quinn, heâs just a little stressed lately. Iâll have Petey talk to him, donât worry. Heâll warm up to you.
  Quinn was just stressed. That had to be the reason for his behavior earlier, right? You chose to believe it because you really did not feel like worrying anymore. You hit play on the recording and began transcribing.
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  The next practice was two days after the first one. Youâd almost opted out of going. You still had some things to get done at home, since youâd just moved in and all, and it wasnât like youâd have entirely new questions to ask only two days later. Maybe just the ability to ask some other people similar questions. You knew youâd be asking the same questions theyâd been asked a thousand times already, and it didnât really sit right with you. You knew that you should go though, and so you did.
  You didnât get there super early this time. You didnât feel the need to talk to the players before the practice again. You knew that photos during the practice and maybe a short interview after the fact would suffice. You didnât need to try and overachieve all the time. You didnât need to set such higher standards for yourself than for others. Youâd been told that a lot, but it was hard to actually put it into practice. You tried though. You tried.
  You snapped a few photos during the practice. You were proud that youâd gotten some good ones. Youâd also laughed when you saw Quinn cut a little too hard on his edges and almost break his ankles. He was covered in ice as he got up. You couldnât help but chuckle when you realized youâd gotten a photo of him going down. It wouldnât have been as funny if it was anyone else. You didnât really know why you found it so funny when it was Quinn, but you did.
  The practice went as normal and the sound of skate blades cutting into the ice and sticks hitting the ice was oddly nice to listen to. The chill of being this close to the rink was oddly comforting as well.
  You didnât have to sit with as many journalists as you did two days prior. You guessed it was because this practice wasnât as important. Hell, you had been debating on whether or not you were going too.
  After practice was over, you waited outside the locker room just as you had before. It took them longer to let you in this time, but you didnât have a problem with it. It wasnât like you had anywhere to be after this anyway.
  When you were finally permitted to enter the locker room, you walked in and were pleased to be met with a small wave and a bright smile from J.T. You waved back and smiled back, not quite matching his smile, but smiling nonetheless. You were going to walk over to J.T. but stopped walking briefly as you looked over and saw Quinn. He was looking at you, but not exactly acknowledging your presence. It was almost as if he were looking straight through you. You wanted to say something, but you remained silent.
  You settled on rolling your eyes. It was almost an instinct to do such. You didnât even really think about it before you did it. Quinn didnât seem fazed and that pissed you off more than him looking through you had pissed you off to begin with.
  You walked over to where J.T. stood with Elias and Brock. They all had smiles on their faces. You were sure theyâd seen your reaction to Quinn, but you didnât really care all that much. J.T. was quick to âintroduceâ you to Elias and Brock, even though youâd already met them two days ago. Granted, you had met them pretty formally, and J.T. wasnât introducing them formally.
  âI know you have some questions to ask, but, Y/n, this is Boes,â J.T. said, pointing to Brock, âAnd this is Petey,â he said, patting Elias on the back lightly.
  âWe met briefly,â You said with a soft chuckle. It didnât take long for J.T. to comment.
  âYeah, briefly,â He said dramatically, âThis is a friendly meeting.â
  Brock bowed extravagantly as if he were a knight meeting a queen and this felt so unprofessional and yet so fucking fun. Elias went the more professional route, opting to stick out his hand in a handshake. You took Eliasâs hand, shaking it and Brock fauxed offense that you didnât react to his bow.
  âHe gets a handshake and Iâm not even acknowledged?!â Brock asked incredulously, his jaw almost on the floor.
  âIâm sorry, Brock,â You said with a small laugh. âYour bow was veryâŠimpressive?â You said and it came out as more of a question than a statement.
  Brockâs face dropped and he made a pout with his lips. He glared at you, keeping up with the dramatic act for a surprising amount of time. âThat sounded genuine,â he deadpanned sarcastically.
  âOh, it very much was,â You replied, just as sarcastic as he had.
  You could feel eyes on you, but you couldnât bring yourself to care when you felt this welcomed. You were a reporter coming in to ask them a bunch of questions and you were being welcomed. It wasnât like anything youâd experienced before. These linemates were smiling and laughing with you. This team really was like a family.
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Okay so I had to put my thoughts down in words
I just donât know how to feel about what Jimin said in the bts of Muse, other than sad.
I guess I should start by saying Iâd been dreading him saying something along the lines of that since I heard Who, as to why he made it. The MV bts came and went and then bam, we get a mini production diary, with saying heâs looking for love and is alone. Exactly how I thought he would explain it.
I hoped Iâd be wrong but alas, he more than confirmed he is single. I suppose itâs not surprising, but all of our collective hope or support seems in vein now.
Iâm still going to watch the travel show but I feel sad about it tbh. They make such a cute pair.
I'm really sorry that you feel that way love.
Especially knowing that you are just not taking what JM said the right way.
In any case babe, whatever you might believe about their relationship, that shouldn't take from you supporting them for being the most adorable human beings possible.
I won't go too much into the BTB. I do think you need to watch it multiple times, try to pay attention to JM's body language too. But I will say that I do think that your reaction here is unwarranted, in the sense that JM IS NOT saying he's single or that he is looking for love or that he is alone.
Let's start with the fact that JM was going for the gender neutral lyrics to start with, but that changed, probably because it sounded better with the "she" instead of the "you".
So, yeah, JM originally wasn't looking for a she, but a you. Funny how if this was an autobiographical song that would have mattered, right? Oh, wait a second. It isn't.
The song is not about JM, not about his real life, not about his actual experiences down to the T.
Not this song, nor Muse the album, even though the other songs were written by him.
Not an autobiography. Unlike Face.
JM says it here and he said it in his album exchange with RM!!
See, it looks like you are doing exactly what JM wanted fans to do. And that is get the wrong idea!!
Did you miss this perhaps?
Yeah, you probably missed JM saying this.
Btw, when JM talks about his diary, I really don't believe he means a personal diary where he writes his wants and needs and experiences, lol. He's talking about that diary where he writes his ideas for the album, his ideas for the songs, where he wrote his lyrics to the songs for Face (we got that diary with Face) and for Muse. And JM, he's a shy boy, Idk if you are aware of that. This young man who oozes confidence on stage is so very shy and the experience of having to explain to John Billion the idea he wants for the song and it coming to life left him a little self conscious, shy.
This isn't about the song telling the story of his life. This is about having to explain an idea for a song, his vision, it actually being something that he isn't going through.
Ok, moving on.
Again, JM explaining the vibe he is going for with the song.
And again his shyness.
He continues to say that he poured all his emotions into this so he's embarrassed.
Not because these emotions are his as in this is what he feels right now longing for love, but because he feels embarrassed to explain his emotions about the song, the emotions he's looking for in the song.
I suggest that if you are having an issue with understanding how this song is not JM, not his life, maybe go rewatch the album exchange with RM.
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And read my post on it as well.
These feeling JM is trying to encompass in Muse (and Who) are part of the universal language of love, a language he is using in Muse to convey his message, which is not literal.
And specifically when he talks about Who, it's about that feeling of excitement in his work that he's looking for. Those are the feelings he's talking about. Not the lyrics about the "she" (who was supposed to be a "you"). Not the lyrics that are written in the universal language of love. No. It's about the feelings about his work. The feelings about the message he is trying to convey. Which has NOTHING to do with his love life!!!
But again, he's telling us about those feelings through a language we all understand. So that longing he has for that feeling with his work is brought to life as a longing for a someone to love.
This!!
It's a story he wants to tell!!!
And the whole "everyone's living alone" sentence that you are probably clinging to, cause obviously...
a. He could be talking about the fact that at some point of every person's life, they are living alone, as without a partner, a loved one, and as such it's a relatable feeling.
b. It's not like people that are in relationships don't feel alone at times. Even JM, who was in a committed relationship with JK when going through the struggles and feelings he had and poured into Face, into Alone felt that way. I bet you JK was feeling alone or lonely during the time JM was working on Face and Muse. During those lives in Feb 2023. And yet, he was in a committed relationship with the person he loved.
c. He's trying to tell a story, and he's trying to convey his longing for that feeling with regards to his work, and being lonely is how he's explaining it, the way he's conveying it to us. Hence the "everyone's living alone"... meaning - that is something everyone will understand, meaning, hoping he picked the right idea, the right way to convey his message as the 6th song for Muse!!!
THAT IS ART!!!
And JM created art. Not "this is a song based on my own experience" art, which he did with Face, but "this is a story I want to tell that will help you understand my feelings about my work" art.
And he knew.
He knew people will make the wrong assumptions.
Just like you are right now.
Side note, and before I go, Idk if you have noticed this, but Muse, promoting the album, talking about the album, is so much easier for JM to do than Face. With Face all we got was that it's personal, that he was struggling, but not much more than that. JM was pretty much staying quiet, and even when he did talk he was saying much of nothingness. While with Muse he's talking, he's opening up, he's explaining. You know why? Because it's not about his life!!
Just saying.
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Live report - Tour24 Who Is This Hell For? 2024/11/21 at Zepp Sapporo
Setlist:
Ruten no tou
AMON
Hageshisa to, kono mune no naka de karamitsuita shakunetsu no yami
Keigaku no yoku
Magayasou
Celebrate Empty Howls
Mitsu to tsuba
DIABOLOS
VINUSHKA
OBSCURE
Ochita koto no aru sora
The Inferno
-encore-
The Devil In Me
Values of Madness
Uroko
Eddie
My thoughts overall today are:
- so many echoes of Kyo's voice!
- This took me back to the first few times I saw Dir en grey live, in Canada, and the first times in Japan too. Times that were easier, where I was doing fine. The last time I saw them in Sapporo, in 2019, was also literally the beginning of this somewhat debilitating medical condition, caused by my own mistake. Therefore, this whole setlist, the songs and their meaning, conveyed a lot for me in this instance.
Shinya walked on stage dressed in all white. For some reason, it seemed like it was the first time that I could see him properly at his drum set. He was a literal prince! He looked so majestic, so strong. Magayasou especially was HIS time to shine! His drumming is so disorganized, and there was almost rancour and disdain behind one of his side hits during one of the songs, like if anybody had been standing there, they would have been utterly knocked out before they could blink. Also, regarding Shinya, Die tried to interact, but it seemed like Toshiya was the one who was successful in catching Shinya's glance, unless Shinya would have looked that way whether Toshiya was standing there or not hah. And it seemed to me like Shinya was truly peering at us from time to time, which I'd somehow never noticed.
Die was wearing some kind of light black tunic on top of a black tank top whose collar was very low, and he had leather short shorts on top of tights with a swirly design.
Regarding Die, the verdict is clear: he mouths total nonsense hahah. It really isn't the lyrics most of the time. He's just pumping us up by gaping his mouth a few times. He smiled so much throughout the show. I can't remember which song it was, but when it ended, he looked so ecstatic and proud, it reminded me of a high school girl finishing the performance of her life! I think that image stems from how young and happy he looked hah. His long hair kept getting stuck on his guitars.
Toshiya wore a black satin outfit with loooong panels below the sleeves. He had not only his thighs but his shoulders bare too. He had at least some lipstick, from what I remember. Toshiya was totally dramatic and expressive, like we know him to be hah.
Kaoru always impresses me by how he doesn't appear to sweat, and yet he wears the most layers in the band! He had the entire emperor look, baggy pants tucked into high boots, kind of like a horse rider, and the white dress shirt, cape, etc. He had makeup to accentuate his temples, as well as a bit of lining around his eyes, I think?
Kyo came on stage last of course, wearing all black. T-shirt tucked into clean black straight pants, black ribbed socks and shiny black work shoes. No makeup whatsoever. His hair was maybe an inch long. The tattoo next to his right eye is really visible, but this time I was on the kamite side, so I couldn't observe it much. And yeah, he has filled up the space below his jaw to outline his face. It looks like random lines: what pops up is a circular space left almost blank in the centre of his throat like to indicate where to do a tracheotomy, one line left blank on the sides, his Damned tattoo, and the two melded faces on the right side of his neck. If "Truth" is still written below his chin, it's barely distinguishable. Kyo's barbed wire tattoo sticks out a lot from his hairline at the top, despite the length of his hair right now.
It seemed like Kyo got really into the songs mostly at Diabolos. He also peeked at his lyrics memo sheets a lot, not that I blame him.
Ruten no tou was really cool. After "Sora yo", Kyo's voice is doubled in canon echoes, until the part where, in the studio recording, he does a light-pitched sigh, but in this live performance, it was merely an exhale.
The audience would have left Ruten no tou to end and transition into the next song in silence if I hadn't initiated a cheer, which happened a couple of other times. The only moment where we did let the band transition in silence was after Keigaku no yoku, because it would have been super inappropriate to cheer after he ended the song in: "Ore wa sakebu... HAYAKU SHINEEE!!" He ad-libbed Keigaku no yoku for at least the first half. No real clue what he said, it sounded like he was murmuring with the mic too close to his lips. Oh and it was awesome when they echoed Kyo's high-pitched sounds after the harder parts.
AMON was quite cool too. I don't remember anything special right now, other than that it was yet another moment where Shinya's drumming shone.
Hageshisa to, and frankly all of the other songs too, seemed to get the reaction that the band wanted. Everyone pitched in and headbanged as usual. Kyo had us sing a few parts and he did the traditional a capella: "Dive, like hell, and desTROY". Toshiya did his spins with very wide and dramatic movements, but it was clearly because there was no other way to avoid his super long sleeve fabric from interfering with him playing the bass hah.
Magayasou, I literally paid attention mostly to Shinya because of how badass his drumming is in that song. I just remember that I've definitely seen Kyo way more involved in that song in the past, but not now.
Oh, I don't recall which song exactly it was in the first few, but it was funny seeing Kaoru and Die hurry back from the edge of the stage to their mics whenever they realized that: "Oops, I've got backup vocals in 3, 2, 1..." Toshiya almost seemed to follow Kaoru with his stare when it happened like Kaoru snapped out of a trance.
During Celebrate Empty Howls, it feels like the performance was even more energetic from Kyo and the others when I last saw it in an assigned-seat hall. Either way, it involved Toshiya, Die and Kaoru coming to the front to tease us, switching sides once in a while. Toshiya's always all smiles, while Kaoru at most winks stoically hah.
The second pause happened between Celebrate Empty Howls and Mitsu to Tsuba, which felt kind of awkward. Overall, I felt like adding one or two Inward Screams would have livened up Kyo's performance slightly, or at least greatly changed it and the atmosphere of the songs.
Mitsu to Tsuba is mostly Die's time to shine. He knows the effect he has on us and he likes all the distortions he can get out of his guitar.
By the way, other than the SE, I actually don't recall seeing much AI-generated footage in the backdrop videos! The SE had images of a hooded stalker of sorts walking toward a bridge at night, a clown, photographs transposed in a circle to piece together probably someone supposed to be a criminal, etc. The music is a bit unmemorizable, but it had a beat that prompted us to clap to it while we waited for Shinya to show up.
Diabolos was amazing! Die was almost mocking us laughing during the segments where we headbang for three consecutive parts, which happens two other times in the song. I don't know if people seemed tired.
Kyo had us shouting "Blue Velvet" a couple of times. But the song evoked a lot in him, it showed. He was really into it.
The backdrop video of Diabolos caught my attention because it seems like when we sing about "Blue Velvet", we're... cooking a pig? There's just a charred pig head on a cut tree trunk, along with other imagery that makes it clear that the pig was cooked. An African tribesman with white lines of makeup all over his face and body is shown afterward. I'm not sure that that is ever what I would have associated with "Blue Velvet".
Oh, it was crazy, the anticipation building up to the "Saa ningen o yamero" part of this song. Kyo just shouted each line with deep breaks in between, to punch each point. Reading the official lyrics again, I'm pretty sure that Kyo completely changed the lyrics before "Saa ningen o yamero", actually, because it involved more stuff like: "You, and my self too, "
I think it might have been in Diabolos that Toshiya copied Kyo's stance with their left hand raised, leaning backward with their side facing us. It must have been during the climax line: " I raise my vacant eyes toward the sky".
Vinushka, again, I've seen Kyo more intense in this song in some live recordings, but it was nice and felt anyway. For some reason, the parallel between Kyo bringing his mic slowly toward his mouth for the "Aaaah... Vinushka" part while the background video shows the nuclear bomb approaching the viewer from above only just struck me. It's the same movement of two points slowly connecting to express impeding doom, that seems calm and quiet before the explosion.
Obscure involved a lot of headbanging, Toshiya spinning, etc. We didn't see much hah.
Ochita koto no aru sora started kind of like before Obscure finished, it took me a while to recognize the melody. Kyo had us sing some parts. I was really looking forward to witnessing this song live for the first time!
The Inferno came and I knew that it was the last song of the main setlist, which happened way too quickly! Sure, there were two long songs, but it felt way too short! Kyo wanted us to participate in the song a few times and he gestured the cut-throat at the very start and a couple of other times throughout the song, but I don't think he headbanged himself.
Kyo threw his mic backward JUST short of Shinya's drum set and walked off the stage before the song had even finished, leaving the other members to complete the last bit of the melody. Die was especially happy, he stayed behind to play moooore distortion, as long as he could, several seconds after everybody else had left the stage. His smile was wide!
The members returned for the encore rather quickly considering that Toshiya's assistant was still tuning his bass hah. Shinya had a sleeveless black shirt with the super big gold necklace in the style that he, Kaoru and Kyo have worn since The Perfume of Sins! Die has cut the sleeves from the black 27-years sweater but he was still wearing mostly the same clothes underneath. His arms are really defined, but Toshiya has totally surpassed him in muscle mass, woah. Buffest member in the band. Kaoru only took off his cape; how the hell does he not sweat! Toshiya had the grey sweater from the tour merch and his pants/boots with his thighs exposed. Kyo hadn't changed.
Although he did it once, or max twice during the main set, Kyo egged us on with "Sapporo!" several times in the encore, asking us over and over whether we could go on, become one, etc.
Oh man, The Devil In Me! I still completely disagree with the band's decision to rely heavily on backtracks, especially for the part "Jinkaku hitei o abite" which literally was recorded by the backup vocalists? What the fuck. But it's so cool and intense to watch Kyo lose it, growling, folding, swinging his mic cord up and down as he pours his self-hate. For the last minute or so of the song, he climbed on his crate, wrapped his red mic cord around his neck without theatrics, and sang with just enough length of the cord to follow his right arm as it curled toward his mouth. Otherwise, if he extended his arm too much, it would have tightened the noose. At the end of the song, while the instrumental continues for quite a while, he slowly sheds, or rather shrugs off one part of the mic cord from him. First, the noose is undone. Then, the cord draped on his left shoulder is shrugged off, which leaves just the one on his right side, which comes off while he stares almost in challenge at the horizon. Shedding a weight from his shoulders, from his existence literally, but not looking 100% relieved whatsoever.
Values of Madness has me headbanging intensely, so I'm not sure what happened, to be honest. Die was smiling, I think. Kyo stayed quiet to demand us to sing sometimes, which he seemed satisfied with. I don't know if it was in this song or another one, but Kyo was stalking his way in front of his crate when he must have stomped on his mic cord, because he stopped abruptly on his track to fix that before a real problem occurred.
In all three of the last songs, it was funny because the members would visit different sides of the stage, then went back to their spot when the song ended, but then another hyper song started and they went right back out there, repeating this dance once more for Eddie hah.
For the last song, Kyo asked us if we could go on, and he seemed taken aback by the response he got from the shimote side on the left, because he was like: "Huh? Are you alive?" So then that part of the crowd finally put their all into the cheer. Kyo turned to the kamite, and it sounded like we were way more at 100% intensity than shimote from the start. He asked us a second time anyway, and then, after a second of quiet on his part, he did his sudden a capella crescendo: "aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHH" with his 'claw' rising progressively, which had us all jumping and cheering. Eddie started and Kyo asked us to sing some parts, sometimes taking off his ear monitor. It wasn't clear on his face whether he was satisfied though, so probably not.
Kyo threw one of his water bottles kind of carelessly into the crowd, letting the cap and straw disconnect and all the water spray randomly onto us. Then, he promptly left. Shinya took a long time to come down from his platform, it seemed. Toshiya and Die had already started throwing picks and water. Die did the fountain/water sprouting move from close to his chest, like we saw him do in one or two videos. Toshiya and him sprayed us so much, they seemed to take a lot of pleasure in it. All three who were left on stage threw picks for a while, and I remember Kaoru stoically waving his index at us, as though teasing or chastising us for some reason hah.
Toshiya left with a smile and a modest bow and hand wave. Kaoru also waved us goodbye after throwing everything he had. Die was last, throwing his towel far but not close to the balcony like he sometimes aims to do. He intently looks at whoever catches his towel, like it means a lot to him to watch their reaction. He was really all smiles, mouthing stuff that resembled "arigatou" to us, and then he waved at us on his final way out.
What a blast, overall! I'm probably forgetting some stuff, but less than if I tried to write this live report any other time after today. I hope they play the setlist with Phenomenon in Sendai!
Oh and at one point, I was like: "Who the hell is filming the show with their cellphone? They played the reminder of the rules so often and so clearly." But it was Fujieda filming Shinya, so I guess that's the video we're getting tomorrow hah.
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