#i KNEW i shouldn’t have started a rewatch i KNEW i would get too into it

[deanofsam]

for me it’s not really about the sex. it’s about the smiles and the laughter the unshed tears in their eyes the white knuckle gripping of each other bc they’re all that they have left and they’re the only ones who can possibly understand each other. it’s about their lives being more intertwined than any two people’s have any right to be, it’s about how they want and they want and they want, but they don’t know exactly what they want from each other, not really, they just know they want to be close (need to be close), side by side, they don’t even need to be touching necessarily, though they do, just have the reassurance that they could if they needed to, it’s their inescapable codependency with each other, it’s the long searching gazes, it’s the silent don’t leave me don’t leave me in the clench of a jaw, stuffed down and unsaid because it’s something that can’t be said, not with them, it’s the looking away when the feelings of love-ache-want become too overwhelming and threaten to bubble up out of their chest and spill out all over the inside of their stupid car, it’s about losing their minds whenever the other is threatened and throwing all their principles and morality to the wayside until they’re safe and together again, it’s about knowing each other in the small things it’s about doing anything for each other in the big things, it’s about there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you, it’s about dying for each other over and over, it’s about their lives being empty without the other even when everything else about their life is better, it’s about dean and sam and sam and dean and all that they mean to each other. and yeah. sometimes it’s also about the sex

[nezuscribe]

you should be here.

you really shouldn’t be here.

but you were a good friend, maybe too good a friend one would argue, and one of your girls heard about this underground gig (boxing, fighting?) going on and roped you into going.

and knowing you, this was way out of your comfort range. she was shocked you agreed to it, but you were tired of being perceived as the sheltered on and decided to bite the bullet and tag along.

but now you realize that you should’ve just stayed home and rewatched some stupid show.

because this place was giving you all sorts of signals to just get out.

it was in what seemed like a dingy warehouse that could only be accessed through some sketchy alley. you truly have no idea how she found this place and your betting that it wasn’t some ad she told you she saw on someone’s story.

the vast room was barely lit, with only a few lights flickering as they struggled to stay on. you felt like you’d catch an undiscovered disease if you sat anywhere and opted to stand, but that was another issue.

despite how destitute this place seemed to be, it was packed.

there were so many people standing near the ring, everybody yelling praises or shouts of anger as somebody took a punch. you could hear skin hitting skin, could hear the breaking of tissues and bones even from where you were.

your friend dragged you by the arm, seeming as if there was no worry about this place, and it was too late to go back even though the alarms in your head were going off.

fuck, you start thinking, what is this place? what if you bump into someone weird? what if the cops come? what if the location gets leaked? what would happen to you two? what if….

your mind trails off as your friend wiggles her way through an empty spot, bringing the two of you closer to the ring.

you look at the fighters, mouth going dry at the sight.

one of the fighters, the one facing you, seemed bloodied to no return. his eye was black and weeks shut, nose dripping with blood. his face was salted with bruises, his body sagging as the other fighter, the one with his back to you, took another fighting stance.

“he’s who i wanted to see,” bri mutters excitedly, pointing her finger to the fighter with white hair, “i’ve heard he’s really good,”

you nod slowly, looking around in a skittish way. you knew you should’ve said no, but you really cleave no choice but to support her and her dangerous side quests.

he plants another fist to the injured one’s face, making him stumble back as the white haired fighter angles his body sideways, letting you two get a look at his side profile.

he seemed fine, a little bruising on the cheek but nowhere near the damage of the other guy. he must be as good as bri says you guess.

the people around you hoot and holler, pushing you further into on of the poles as you wince in discomfort, your face twisting in pain a little as some of the men behind you push forward with no concept of personal space.

you look over at bri but she’s just as engaged, shouting for the white haired guy to continue beating the other man up in ways that could only be described as primal and very, very illegal.

it’s only a few more minutes before the match is ended and the two fighters are pulled away from each other, the battered one looking like he was one punch away from becoming limp.

the yells around you grow louder and louder, the sound rattling around in your head. you wince, trying to smile for bri as she jumps up and down. you know this is only the beginning of the night and can’t afford to bring the energy down.

the white haired one turns around, raising his hands as he asks for the noise to grow louder, a smile on his face as his bandaged hands curl into fists, one pumped victoriously in the air.

but that’s not what takes you by surprise.

your eyes widen in shock when you see his face, mouth dropping almost comically when you realize this isn’t a random street fighter,

but the nerdy boy who sits next to you in your neuroanatomy class.

and judging by the way gojo looks around until he sees you, the proud smile on his face faltering for a second before his eyes cloud with utter confusion,

he wasn’t expecting to see you here either.

[barbiiecams]

„need to know“ was so good omggg!! i literally wanted JD to find out and playfully slap his head „don’t even think about hurting her“💀🫣🤭

good over here

drew starkey x reader, proof im not dead! pt 2 to this.

you and drew have been together (sneaking around) for 2 weeks now. nobody has suspected a thing, and you were blessed to keep it that way.

not only this, but you also befriended odessa. you had your doubts about her, but she was actually chill and didn’t see drew like that at all. thank heavens.

not even she knew about what you two had going on, so currently, this was top secret.

right now you were at his apartment, cuddled up on top of him in the living room and watching princess and the frog on his tv.

“when do you think we should tell everyone?” you randomly said.

drew looked like he was in serious thought for a second. “maybe when your brothers dead? not sure.”

you laughed and hit his chest jokingly, him joining in too. it was still a new relationship, and there wasn’t a single soul to know yet. but you lowkey really wanted to show him off and vice versa.

his hand was massaging your head as the other rested on your back, and it was most definitely making you doze off every few minutes.

but you loved it so much. he was really your peace, and you were glad you didn’t give up on trying to convince him to give you a chance a couple of weeks ago.

you were dozing off a lot, really tired from previous activities. but you ended up staying awake after hearing a knock at the door.

drew’s eyebrows furrowed, signaling that he was just confused as you were.

“were you expecting someone today?” you asked him. but before he could answer, the person on the other side starting knocking again.

“open up! it’s me and austin!” the voice yelled. and you knew exactly who that voice belonged to.

JD. your brother.

you couldn’t help the gasp that came out of you, then came drew quickly putting his hand over your mouth.

‘go upstairs,’ he mouthed, and all you could do was comply.

hurrying up the stairs, drew took off the the door. “damn, i’m coming!” he says while taking his time over to the door, just to ensure you were upstairs before he opened it.

you silently listen to their conversation from his bedroom. “what happened to asking if you can come over?” drew says. you can hear austin’s and JD’s footsteps walk into the apartment.

“pfft, like you care. what, you got a girl over or something?” austin teases, and JD snickers.

“what if i did?” drew responds. your eyes immediately roll at the fact he would say that knowing how damn nosy your brother can be.

“oh shit, MYSTERY GIRL, COME OUT HERE!” JD yells out into the house. you hear a slap then your brother saying “ow!” right after.

“nobody’s here, dimwit.” drew shuts him up. you then hear the three of them pull chairs out and sit, and you let out a quiet sigh knowing you were gonna be hiding for a long time.

because of this, you tuned out their conversations. you just used your phone, played with random stuff in his room, and also made mental notes to steal a few of his shirts once you could finally leave.

seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into an hour, and you were still sitting up in his room bored out of your mind. your weekly princess and the frog rewatch shouldn’t have been waiting this long.

you started watching TV in drew’s room, making sure the volume was low enough so that they couldn’t hear it, but also loud enough that you would still be able to.

but it must have been just a bit too loud, because you didn’t even realize that JD was now upstairs using the bathroom.

and you didn’t realize until it was too late.

you heard the toilet flush and the water finish running, but you didn’t even get the chance to process that before you heard your brother’s voice basically teleporting to drew’s room.

“he must still have my damn-” JD cuts himself off when he opens the door and sees you crisscrossed on the bed, frozen at the sight of him.

“y/n? the hell are you doing here? in drew’s room at that?” his face is plastered with confusion.

“umm…” was all you could get out.

“bro drew! why is y/n in your bedroom?” JD calls out to him, and austin immediately starts laughing.

“shut the fuck up.” drew says to austin before hurrying up the stairs. you literally didn’t know what to do. there was no excuse, no reason, no lie you could come up with as in to why you were in his house. let alone his room.

when drew made it upstairs to the entrance of his bedroom, seeing you in the same crisscrossed position you’ve been in, he started laughing.

“the fuck is so funny?” JD starts to raise his voice, and now austin was up the stairs himself wanting to see the scene with his own eyes.

drew walks over to the bed and sits down with you. “i guess we gotta tell him.”

this makes you giggle, “okay.”

“tell me what? don’t play with me. y/n i told you-”

“oh my goshhhh you don’t own me! i can date whoever i wanna date.”

“DATE?” your brother yells and austin’s jaw drops.

your eyes widen but the quickly relax as you put a hand out. “okay first off chill.”

JD was about to respond, but you were quick to start talking again. “years ago when i was 18, i could understand why it would’ve been a little wrong for me to see him. i’m 21, JD. if i wanna date a 30 year old i can.”

you can see drew’s face cringe from the corner of your eye, “well don’t say it like that.” you give him a quick look about his comment and austin busts out laughing once again.

JD glares at his other friend standing beside him then back to you. “i still don’t see how this is funny.”

you get up and walk over towards him. “i know you still see me as an annoying little sister who you need to protect at all times, but im really in good hands! drew is a great guy, wouldn’t you want me to be with someone like him?”

JD doesn’t respond. he just stays silent for a moment before speaking up. “that age gap don’t bother you?”

you shrug then sit back down. “i needed an actual man anyways.”

drew and austin both start chuckling once again when you say that, but your brother doesn’t find that funny and instead his face just shows disgust.

“whatever. that doesn’t explain why you’re in his room? hiding?” he says.

“it most definitely does. because look it how you reacted.” your eyes roll again.

the cat got your brothers tongue once again. but this time, he lets out a final sigh. a sigh that sounds like acceptance.

“does anyone else know?” he asks

you shake your head. “just you guys now.”

your brother nods, getting over his hinge of anger and not staying mad any longer.

“okay well, you can join us downstairs… i guess.” he speaks up after a few seconds of silence.

getting up from your spot and walking over to hug him, you chuckle at his small hesitation to really accept it even tho he has no other choice. you then make your way downstairs, austin and drew following behind you. before drew could leave tho, JD drops him.

“drew, im telling you man. if i ever have to hear her upset or crying over you-”

“don’t worry,” drew lets out a nervous laugh with his hands up in surrender. “she’s good over here.”

—

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[1-imaginary-girl]

I’ll Take Care of You Pt. 2

Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Summary: You and Eggsy have continued seeing each other after the incident. The only problem is, Eggsy only sees you when he's injured. Will he find the courage to tell you how he really feels? Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Warnings: Talk about minor injuries, but overall fluff again.

Word Count: 3824

Part 1

A/N: The second part is finally here! I rewatched "Robin Hood" recently and it got me back into the Taron Egerton headspace. God I love that man. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Eggsy is walking out of a Kingsman meeting and he can feel the fatigue settling into his bones. Without having a mission to focus on, spy work can be rather boring. Especially during meetings like those. He's trudging down the hall when suddenly, he feels a buzz from his phone. He takes it out and instantly a smile appears on his face.

He received a text message from you saying: Did your meeting kill you with boredom? :P

He laughs to himself before responding: It was fucking dreadful, but thankfully I will live to see another day.

Ever since that fateful night where Eggsy got hit by your car, the two of you have stayed in touch. He thinks he’s actually found a friend in you. It feels nice to have someone to talk to about being a spy, other than his fellow Kingsman agents. Maybe Eggsy shouldn’t be telling you the information he does, but he can’t help it. There’s something about you that makes him want to tell you everything and he knows he can trust you. And you already knew he was a spy, so he figured what’s a few more secrets to spill?

Eggsy loves having you in his life. The only thing he doesn’t love is that the two of you don’t really hang out other than when he gets hurt. Yes, Eggsy has continued to visit you, his favourite nurse, whenever he gets injured in the field. Once, he even paid you a visit after fighting practice with Roxy resulted in a nasty black eye. You didn’t appear mad at him for wasting your time, since all you could really do is offer him an ice pack. You just tended to him as you often did and the two of you talked the night away.

It isn’t even a conscious decision anymore to go to you. He just always finds himself making the journey to your place with a new injury. The first time it happened after the car accident, it was because he had gotten injured near your place and thought it would be easier than returning to base or even going home. But after a few visits, he found himself just wanting to be with you, injured or not.

After this realization, he began to feel bad about selfishly wanting you to be the one who fixes him. After all, you already spend all day tending to patients. So he told you:

“Are you sure you don’t mind fixing me up all the time? I’m starting to feel bad for inconveniencing you.” 

But instead of agreeing, you smiled at him and said, “Eggsy Unwin, you could never be an inconvenience. Don’t tell anyone, but out of all of my patients, you’re my favourite.”

His heart sped up at that, so he cracked a joke. “I’m sure that’s what you tell all your patients.”

“Only the handsome ones,” you replied with a wink that caused a shade of pink to bloom on his cheeks, but luckily you had returned to your work and didn’t seem to notice.

It was after that encounter that Eggsy had realized he was developing feelings for you that evolved past friendship. He had tried to chalk his feelings up to being platonic, but who was he kidding? He was falling for you, and falling hard. He thought about confessing to you, wondering if you felt the same, but it was too risky. Eggsy didn’t want to ruin one of the best friendships he had over feelings that are most likely one-sided.

“Is that Y/N?” A voice sounds from beside him, causing Eggsy to jump and almost drop his phone. So much for his spy training. “Tell her I say hi.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, tucking his phone away and out of Roxy’s nosy stare. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, now walking beside him.

“Cut the shit, Unwin, I saw you smiling down at your phone with that goofy lovestruck smile that is reserved only for Y/N,” she says. Eggsy had never planned on sharing Y/N with Roxy, not wanting to risk you getting into trouble, but unfortunately for him, Roxy and Merlin are no good busybodies. The next day at work after the car accident, Roxy immediately bombarded him with questions about you. Apparently, when Eggsy informed Merlin that he was going to a random civilian’s house, the news was too interesting not to tell Roxy.

He also never planned on giving Roxy your name but having a friend that’s a spy is not convenient when keeping secrets. She had spied on him when Eggsy was texting you, the two of you having exchanged information that fateful day, and saw your contact name before he could stop her.

“I was not smiling, and I do not have a goofy lovestruck smile only for Y/N,” Eggsy tells her, but as soon as he says that, he wonders if he does. If his feelings are really that obvious.

“God, for a spy you really are obvious.” Sometimes he wonders why he’s even friends with Roxy.

“And for the last time, Rox, I am not in love with her,” he insists. 

“Is that why you won’t let me meet her? You’re afraid I’ll tell her? Because I can assure you, unlike yourself, I am quite excellent at keeping secrets.”

“For the record, I won’t let the two of you meet because I’m afraid you’ll scare her off,” he says, but he’s also afraid that Roxy might steal you away. Maybe you’d prefer a female spy friend over him. He doesn’t think you’re the type of person to do that, but his insecurities continue to hold him back, just in case.

Roxy lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Come on, Unwin, just admit that you love her! I already know, and you won’t convince me otherwise.” Eggsy realizes how true that is when he looks over to see his friend’s dead serious expression. Fuck it.

“It’s not love, quite yet,” he admits, and Roxy giddily celebrates. Eggsy looks up and down the hall to make sure no one sees her. “What was that about being too obvious?”

But Roxy doesn’t hear him. “I knew it. I can’t believe I got you to confess, I thought I’d have to bug you at least a few more times about it,” she says with a smile on her face. He rolls his eyes.

“Well, now you know. Satisfied?”

She stays quiet for a moment before asking, “Why don’t you tell her again?”

“It’s not that simple,” he says, shaking his head. He doesn’t know how to explain himself without making him seem like a miserable sod. “She’s my friend. A good friend, and I don’t…” He sighs and stops walking. Roxy stops beside him. “I don’t want to screw this up.”

“Eggsy Unwin,” Roxy says, and when he looks her she has a serious arms-crossed look that makes Eggsy want to keep walking. “You’re not going to screw this up.”

“But what if she doesn’t feel the same?” he confesses and then realizes they should have chosen a more private location to be having this conversation. Luckily, there appear to be no other agents around.

“By the looks of your messages, I can almost guarantee she feels the same. On top of that, I’m your best friend and even I would get annoyed at having to fix you up after every fight,” she says.

“Sorry, exactly when did you see such messages?”

“Never mind that,” she says, brushing the topic aside. “The point is, I think she feels the same way. And even if she doesn’t, based on the limited knowledge of her, she sounds like the type of person to handle that well. You don’t have to worry about your friendship.”

What she said makes sense, yet Eggsy can’t shake the queasy feeling in his stomach at the thought of having to confess to you.

“It’s up to you what you do,” Roxy continues. “But would you at least consider it?”

He stares at her unyielding gaze, and relents. “I suppose.”

“Thank god. I don’t know how much more pining I can take,” she says and resumes walking.

“I do not pine!” he says, picking up his pace to catch up with her.

†††

A week later, Eggsy finds himself sitting in one of the Kingsman jets heading back to base after a long, but successful, mission. He’s lounging in one of the chairs, feeling proud that the mission had gone off without a hitch. 

His mission had been to retrieve some confidential information that had gone missing, but the retrieval ended up being fairly easy. The people who had stolen the information got lulled into a sense of calm and had lowered their security. Thanks to that, Eggsy had been able to be in and out of the compound, only having to take out a few people along the way. 

Eggsy feels the pride and relief he normally would but now he’s also filled with excitement. Typically, at the end of his more recent missions, Eggsy will have acquired a few wounds that need tending to and would drop by your place (if you were available, which most of the time you were.) Only, as Eggsy relaxes into the jet’s seat, his excitement suddenly dwindles. He lifts up his arms and examines his body to check, but this time Eggsy finds himself in perfect condition. No injury to be found. He slumps back into the chair.

This should be a good thing, as Eggsy isn’t always as careful as he should be, but he finds he’s disappointed. After all, now he didn’t have a reason to see you. He bites his lip and gazes out the window. He was really excited to see you and now there is a hole of dissatisfaction left behind.

He continues thinking about you, about what you’re doing right now, and before he knows what he’s doing, he’s dialling your number. He only wants to hear the sound of your voice, even if he got your voicemail he would be satisfied.

On the third ring, you pick up. “How’s my favourite spy doing?” you ask as a greeting. He’s almost embarrassed at the butterflies that flutter in his stomach at your voice, and you calling him that.

“I don’t know, how is Bond?” He hears you giggle, brightening his already wide smile.

“Oh hush, no need to be jealous over a fictional character. And you were right, he is a bit posh for my taste.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “Well, your real favourite spy is feeling pretty fucking good right about now.”

“I take it the mission went well?” He had been texting you throughout the mission when he got bored. Merlin used to give him shit for it, but now he’s begrudgingly resigned to it, knowing that Eggsy had no intentions of stopping. As long as it’s only you.

“It went great! Everything went according to plan.”

“Sounds a bit boring.” He laughs, as he silently agrees with you. “Speaking as your nurse, however, I suppose this is good news.”

“What a lovely nurse I have. How did I get so lucky?”

Another laugh. “Right place, right time, right car I suppose.” He laughs. It took a while before you were able to laugh about hitting him with your car, as you still felt extremely guilty. But after reassuring you that he was over it, and constantly teasing you about it, you found the humour in it. “Seriously, I’m happy for you Eggs. You must feel great.”

“I do,” he says, despite the disappointment that lingered due to not seeing you. “Want me to tell you about it?”

“Duh!”

“Could you please try to leave out the classified bits?” Another voice sounds from the jet. Eggsy looks up to see Merlin passing by. He gives Eggsy a tired, worried expression. Eggsy smiles up at him.

“You can count on me, Merlin,” he says with a cheeky smile and a wink. Merlin simply rubs the bridge of his nose where his glasses sit.

“Is that Merlin? Tell him I say hi!”

“Y/N says hi,” Eggsy relays to him. Merlin’s face softens.

“Hello dear,” he says. Despite the nagging and scolding, Eggsy thinks Merlin likes you. The two of you have never met, but Eggsy suspects the older man believes you’re a good influence on him. Truthfully, it’s because you make Eggsy happy.

“He says hi back.”

“When are you going to introduce me to your spy family? Or is that against the rules?”

“I think it’s a little late to be considering the rules.” You laugh.

“Fair enough. Then what is it? Do you just want to keep me all to yourself?” Eggsy’s breath catches as you jokingly hit the nail on the head. He knows it’s selfish, but he can’t help the feeling of wanting to be yours. To remain your favourite spy.

“You caught me,” he says with a laugh to avoid the truthfulness from leaking through his tone.

“You can’t keep anything from me, my dear boy.” Again, his heart hammers in his chest. “Now enough chit chat, tell me about your mission.”

†††

Later that night, Eggsy is sitting on his couch, your phone call from earlier echoing in his mind. Even after hearing your voice, it didn’t quite satisfy his need to see you. He considers slightly nicking his hand with a knife when he catches himself. What is he doing? There’s nothing stopping him from going to see you right now except his own nerves. But if the two of you really are friends, then there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

“Fuck it,” he mutters to himself. Summoning up courage he doesn’t have, he stands up from his couch. What’s the worst that can happen? A deep breath, and he’s making his way to the door when suddenly he hears a knock. He pauses, wondering who it could be. It’s the middle of the night.

Eggsy cautiously walks to his front door and opens it, only to stop in shock. There, on his doorstep, is you. You’re here, at his place. Once that registers, concern overwhelms him as he takes in your state. 

You’re leaning against his doorframe with a hand pressed against your left side. You also brand a gash on your chin and a split lip. Despite all of this, a smile graces your lips. “Well isn’t this ironic?” you say as way of greeting. Eggsy’s still having a hard time believing he didn’t fall asleep and dreamt this. But your voice shocks him out of his frozen state.

“Y/N, what the bloody hell happened to you?” he asks, opening his door. Shock is slowly giving way to worry as he watches you slowly make your way into his place, taking in the view.

“It’s actually a funny story,” you say. You make your way to his couch but pause to examine his living room. “Nice place you have here.”

Eggsy’s mind is going a mile a minute. He didn’t know what to do, but then he remembers that you’re injured. “I-I’ll go see if I have anything to patch you up with.” Before you can argue, Eggsy starts scrambling around his place trying to find what he thinks he would need. He ends up bringing a wet cloth, a bag of frozen peas, a package of bandaids, and some disinfectant cream that you had given him.

He returns to find you sitting on his couch, a pained expression on your face as you take deep breaths. As soon as you see him however, your face hides any trace of pain. He furrows his eyebrows but doesn’t say anything. He dumps the stuff on his coffee table.

“Whoa,” you say, taking in his collection. He becomes self-conscious since you’re an expert in medicine.

“I-It’s not much, I know, but it’ll do for now,” he says reassuringly. He takes a seat on the couch beside you. He knows about the injuries on your face but not your stomach. He eyes your side and you know what he’s thinking. “Could you lift up your shirt?”

“How forward of you,” you say with a smirk and he’s acutely aware that your roles have truly changed. He gives you a stern look, and you drop the smirk. You pull your shirt up to reveal your side and Eggsy sucks in a sharp breath.

“Jesus Y/N,” he mutters, examining the massive bruise. 

“I’m lucky it’s just a bruise,” you say, a wince on your face. Eggsy looks at you and forces your gaze to meet his own.

“What happened?” he says sternly. He knows you’ve been dodging around the subject since you got here. You blush, realizing that he’s caught onto your game. To distract you, Eggsy begins fixing you up. He gently places the frozen peas on the bruise and you gasp in pain, causing his heart to squeeze.

“I don’t know how you spy types do it,” you comment. He thinks about asking how you medical professionals do it, as seeing you in pain breaks his heart. But Eggsy won’t let you dance around the subject any longer. You let out a sigh as you hold onto the bag while Eggsy examines your other injuries. “So, it’s actually rather embarrassing, but…I was actually on my way to see you.”

His eyes widen. You wanted to see him too? He tries to catch your eye but your gaze is directed at anywhere but him. A deep red is encroaching on your cheeks. You clear your throat. “So anyway, I got in my car and drove over. I…I was a bit rushed so when I got out of my car I wasn’t paying much attention. That’s when this biker rounds the corner and rides right into me.” Eggsy finishes dabbing the wet cloth on your chin and begins to apply the disinfectant, causing a hiss to escape your lips.

“Sorry,” he says. He finally meets your eyes and it feels like he got the wind kicked out of him.   

“It’s fine,” you whisper, not breaking away from the stare. A moment passes before you look away and continue your story. “Anyway, he knocked me over and my left side hit the curb while my chin hit the pavement.” Eggsy winces for you. 

“Did the wanker at least apologize?” His voice is clipped, withholding his anger for your sake. Tending to you is all that’s keeping him from tracking down this man and inflicting the same pain he forced upon you.

"It wasn’t his fault, Eggs, I wasn’t looking." He nods but still isn’t satisfied. Accident or no, this man hurt you which stirred unpleasant emotions in his head. “He ended up falling over as well, but he had a helmet so ultimately both he and the bike were fine. We both apologized to each other, me for not looking and him for not steering away or stopping quick enough. He was actually really nice about it.”

To distract from the illogical flare of jealousy that rose within him, Eggsy decides to joke around. “Is this a habit of yours? Getting into accidents with nice men? You know, there are other ways of gaining a man’s attention.” His comments make you break out into a smile that instantly winces due to the split lip.

“First of all, shut up,” you say, causing him to laugh. “And second of all, I’ll have you know that I had a clean record before I met you. Perhaps you’ve begun to corrupt me.”

“Perhaps I have.” The two of you smirk and the flirtatious energy soon leaves a sharp tension in the room. Eggsy applies a large enough bandage onto your chin and now begins to dab on the cut on your lip. You’re close enough for your breaths to tangle. But before Eggsy makes a complete ass of himself, he has to know. “Why were you coming to see me?”

This question wipes the smirk from your face and reheats your cheeks. “O-oh, that,” you say, trying to find the words, it seems. “Well, the thing is…okay, after your mission, I know it sounds ridiculous, but I was expecting to get a call from you saying you needed to be patched up. I-I had gotten used to it, so I was expecting to see you. But then the mission went fine.”

Eggsy can’t believe what he’s hearing. His heart begins picking up speed as he eagerly waits for you to continue.

“And I know I should have been happy to hear that—I was, I mean I hate seeing you hurt and I’m always the one telling you to be more careful.” You begin to ramble on and in your ramblings, Eggsy’s confidence grows. “I selfishly wanted an excuse to see you, but then I decided fuck it, and made my way over here. I-I just wanted to see you.”

You will no longer look at him. Your flirtatious confidence is gone as you let the unspoken words hang in the air. Looking at you, processing what you said, Eggsy realizes that there’s a chance. There’s a chance that you feel the same way, a strong one. And if there’s a chance, Eggsy’s going to take it.

“Y/N,” he whispers. His continued silence forces you to look at him and he hears you gasp softly at his proximity. He’s looking at you, flicking his gaze down to your lips and back up to your eyes. His eyes hold a question and you glance quickly at his lips before nodding.

Eggsy gently takes your face into his hands and crashes his lips down onto yours. You hiss and he breaks apart, feeling guilty for forgetting your cut, but you grab his collar and force his lips back on yours.

Eggsy sinks into the kiss, letting the passion take over and melt his body. He can’t think of anything else other than your lips, moving together, sweeter than his imagination could have predicted. When the two of you break apart, gasping for air, he breaks into a smile. You giggle, making him want to kiss you all over again to swallow the sound and live off it.

After a moment, you say, “If I’d known this is what it would take for you to finally make a move, I would have got hit by a bike ages ago.” You both laugh before Eggsy can’t hold himself back any longer and captures your lips again. You hungrily accept.

You kiss until you pull back, wincing in pain. “Totally worth it,” you whispers. He sighs as the cut on your lip reopens. 

“What am I going to do with you?” he says, shaking his head as he reapplies the cloth. 

“Nurse me back to health?” you say with a smile. He smiles back.

“Don’t you worry love, I’ll take care of you.”

[dontbesoweirdkira]

¡Yandere! Paulie Lombardo

204. “Those bastards tainted you by touching you! Now I’ll have to erase their stench on your skin!”

169. “Only I can have you. I need you to stay with me. Forever! Without you I feel empty and lonely. “

A/N: Finally writing paulie. This is kind of like the situation that Sarah was in and the guys went to go deal with them because of it. I was rewatching the clips and remembered how upset he was about it. Thought a similar situation could happen to his darling since yandere paulie is just off his rockers..

Warnings: toxic themessss, references to being harmed, violence, Paulie trying not to flip his shit but failing

Requests: open 24/7

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He knew he shouldn’t have been so foolish to let you go out alone. Paulie just couldn’t resist your adorable little puppy eyes and the softness of your voice pleading to go out to the store while he took care of business.

Truth be told he had such a huge soft spot for his darling Y/N. He just loves you so much and he hates saying no to you. It pains him to see you upset.

But now he’d much rather have you pouting in your shared bedroom all day than to have those sons of bitches touch you the way they did.

It was the Morello boys, they were waiting a block down from Paulie’s place in hopes that it’d be the gangster they’d catch off guard….not you.

But might as well have fun with such a pretty face like you. It’s not often that you’ll see a beauty such as yourself traveling alone in Lost Haven. The added plus is that they knew just how much this would kill Paulie to know his precious little princes was taken advantage of by his opposing mob.

Luckily for you Paulie just couldn’t rest knowing that you were out alone. Would if you left him? Or what if something happened to you….

He made the guys take a detour down by his side of town just to check on you and make sure everything was alright.

I won’t get into any details but it'd be a blessing that the guys got there when they did or it would’ve been worse than what it already was.

Immediately, Paulie got you into the back of the car and had Sam sit with you, covering you from the wrath he unleashed onto the young boys.

Paulie may be an old brute now but he definitely was still a brute. He’s never been so angry in his entire life, he doesn’t know exactly what took over him or even exactly what he did to all of them but let’s just say the term “biting the curb” is far too faint of a word to describe the kind of violence he did. He didn’t stop until their blood painted the block crimson.

You didn’t quite see what happened to them but you do remember the curses Paulie let out and the sickened faces on Tommy and Sam. Not even they thought Paulie could be so damn dangerous. Neither of them sure as hell are going to try to get in the way.

The other guys covered for Paulie so he could take you home and make sure you were okay.

The whole ride home he was completely silent, nothing escaped him outside of the deep pants from the brewing furry and adrenaline rush.

When you finally got into the apartment building Paulie grabbed your arm and pulled you all away up the stairs and through the hallways into his apartment.

Still he didn’t speak to you and at this point, tears swelled your eyes thinking he was upset with you and that it was your fault.

“Paulie…?”

“Not now sweetheart.” Paulie torted as he pulled you into the bathroom with him, starting up a warm bath.

“P-paulie…? I-I’m sor-“ he cut you off not even registering your cries.

“Those bastards tainted you by touching you! Now I’ll have to erase their stench on your skin!” He exclaimed as he started to pull your top off.

“Paulie please stop! I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen….I promise I told them to leave me alone! I told them I was only yours! Paulie I p-promise!”

Taking a breath he started to calm down, softening his expression and grip on you.

“I’m so sorry Angel…no- no I’m not upset with you.”

Paulie pulled you into his chest and ran his course fingers through your hair.

“I could never be upset with you. Don’t apologize for what those damn bastards did to you. I’m upset with myself. I should have never left you alone.”

Paulie cupped your face into his hands, plating a gentle kiss into your forehead.

“ only I can have you. I need you to stay with me. Forever! Without you I feel empty and lonely. They nearly took my sunshine away from me and that just makes me so-“

Falling to his knees he pleaded to you..

“Please forgive me, Y/N.I’m so sorry please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll protect you. I won’t ever leave you alone again. O-or raise my voice to you. I'll even go behind Salieri and kill the entire family if it’ll prove to you that I can protect you..”

[sage-lights]

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

word count: 587 title from: "satellite" by harry styles (i think it's literally been 4 years since i wrote fanfic but! i woke up with such bad amangela brain rot this morning that the thought of them is actually making me ill right now. i wrote this ficlet at 8am in class on the doc i use for taking notes, so it's not my best writing...yeah! hope you enjoy it!)

“Hey,” Amanda's voice quivers. She physically can't look Angela in the eyes when she greets her. Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening right now. The day has barely started and Amanda already feels like running away from everyone.

Angela looks at her skeptically, “I would say ‘Good morning,’ but you look like yours has been pretty terrible already. Everything okay?”

Amanda collects herself enough to muster a sort-of smile and shrugs. She watches as Angela furrows her brows, contemplating something. Before Amanda can insist that it’s no big deal, she feels herself getting tugged towards the back of the office and led between the costume racks.

“Spill. What’s up with you?”

“It’s nothing, honestly,” God, Amanda feels like she’s a teenager again. It’s stupid that she’s this upset about it.

Angela scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Oh, come on, Amanda. Don’t give me that bullshit. We both know something is wrong,” her tone softens once she sees Amanda’s eyes start to become glassy, “It’s not stupid to be upset.”

She laughs a little, “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. And I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I appreciate you checking in, Ang,” Amanda sighs, “But I really shouldn’t be getting into it at work.”

“I know we’re coworkers, but we’re friends too, right? It’s fine if you really don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here for you,” she grabs Amanda’s hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. That simple gesture was enough to break down the final brick of Amanda's wall, and suddenly, everything came spilling out.

Two nights ago, she had gotten a call from Ian telling her that she didn’t need to come in for work the next morning, which Angela already knew, seeing as she was the one filling in for Amanda yesterday.

What Angela didn’t know, however, was how Amanda’s jaw tightened when she saw the close friends stories of her coworkers, her friends, having fun while she wasn't there. How she had to stop herself from spiraling as she rewatched the videos over and over again. How disappointed she felt in herself for letting this affect her.

Angela lets go of her hands. Amanda’s heart drops for a moment, thinking that she’s overstepped boundaries and came off immature, until she feels Angela hug her.

“We missed you too, you know?” Angela leans away slightly to look up at Amanda, arms remaining around her waist.

"I hate that I'm feeling this way. It feels so high school of me to be sad about my friends hanging out without me. And it's not even like you all planned to see each other! This is our job and," Amanda bites her lip, hesitant to admit, "I guess the kid in me remembers what it was like to get excluded from things. For the longest time, I was convinced it was a me problem. Maybe I never got over that."

"I get it, but you're right. It's a job where none of us have control over who's scheduled on any given day. It's not just a regular hang out between friends. Because if it was, I want you to believe me when I say we'd want you around every single time."

This time, Amanda is the one that pulls Angela into an embrace, "What would I do without you, Angela?"

"Probably cry alone in the gender-neutral bathroom." Angela laughs.

Amanda has to admit, Smosh is a pretty sweet gig. After all, it brought Angela into her life.

[girl4music]

I’ve just watched ‘Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts’ again.

Haven’t seen it for a while but something struck me on the rewatch. I know I never picked up on this before because I don’t really pay attention to Gabrielle with other love interests. Not even the more significant ones - which I guess you could say Perdicus is since she does end up marrying him - however fleeting their wedding and marriage was. But Gabrielle told Perdicus that he didn’t belong in a war zone. That he wasn’t a soldier and that he should go home before he gets hurt. Now,… I couldn’t care less about the romance between them but I think it was very interesting that she told him this when this has been the lifestyle she chose for herself.

Why - in her mind - is Perdicus not allowed to do the same? Is it possible that the reason she thinks this way is because he is on his own doing it and that she isn’t? Does she think he is more at risk of getting hurt or even killed than she is just because he doesn’t travel around with a notorious and formidable warrior and she does?

Second question following on with this line of thought:

Is that why she agreed to marry him? To protect him. Did she somehow think that if he had a companion by his side - one that is very aware of the amount of risks and consequences - he’d be safer? If so, that has got to add on to her guilt when he finally does get killed. That she couldn’t protect him. After all,… that is her Way.

But then again I’m not so sure because what we saw of them as married partners wasn’t the dynamic Xena and Gabrielle have. In fact - they both seemed to have just given up on warriorship entirely and just decided to do the stereotypical m/w settle down and have kids thing. The exact thing neither of them wanted to begin with.

Wasn’t this already a glaring hint that that wasn’t right? Not just that they shouldn’t be together but also that they shouldn’t be living the stereotypical m/w lifestyle. If anything - you’d think they’d be warriors together if any of this romance between them was ever meant to be. That’s so interesting though. A lot to peruse my thoughts on. A lot to analyze in show and out of it.

What were the writers even getting at with having this happen? it seems to me that they doomed the romantic arc in ‘Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts’ by having Gabrielle say what she does to Perdicus without looking in the mirror because what makes her choice any different?

The only thing that makes any difference is… Xena. 🫤

She has Xena. He doesn’t.

And when she marries him she tells him straight up on her honeymoon night that she was more worried about Xena because she doesn’t have anyone… unlike her…

So that’s got to be the only reason she married Perdicus. Not just so HE would have someone…

But so she could convince herself that she does too and that it doesn’t have to be a dark beautiful warrior woman who she still cannot stop thinking about even on her god damn wedding night... to a man,… no less.

And it’s not just Perdicus that this happens with.

He is just the best example. It happens every time.

Gabrielle - honey… straight girls don’t do this. Trust me.

Straight girls don’t start a romance with the opposite gender - straight girls don’t GET MARRIED to the opposite gender - only to ever think and talk about their same-sex best friend ON THEIR WEDDING NIGHT!

I had a point with this post. I seemed to have lost it. 🤡

Oh yeah, warriorship. She chose the lifestyle of a warrior. Apparently “fell in love” while in a war zone and got married to a soldier who she believed shouldn’t be one and should go home. Not for one second in all that time lecturing Perdicus did she think “Oh, ha. I also did that. So why am I saying he can’t?” Hypocrite much?

I’ll say it again for good measure: she was thinking about Xena ‘cause she’s always thinking about Xena.

She skipped on the self-awareness in that moment because she knew it can’t apply to her. She has Xena.

And there you go. There’s the answer to all of this arc.

She already has Xena.

So why does she marry Perdicus?

For Perdicus… because he doesn’t have a Xena. So that’s what she tries to be for him then. His Xena. Simultaneously, she tries to “fix him” like a Gabrielle.

So she marries Perdicus and now all she can think or talk about on her wedding night of all inconvenient times… is that Xena no longer has a Gabrielle. 🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️

This chaotic lesbian. This absolutely crazy baby gay. This girl literally tried to hetero herself so many times she just ended up turning herself even more queer because she just kept presenting herself with more opportunities to think and talk even more about Xena.

Of course it’s sad what happens and I’m sure she never really got over the guilt that he practically died for her. But she should have just stuck with what she told Lila in the first episode because she never really did love him.

Perdicus would have likely gotten himself killed anyway.

It wasn’t on her what his lifestyle choices were in the same way that it was never on him what her lifestyle choices were and I cannot believe she didn’t realize this when she said what she did to him in ‘Beware Greeks Bearing Gifts’. The only thing I can believe is that her head was somewhere else - on someone else - at the time she said it because she’s not an absolute airhead.

What she is is completely oblivious of her queerness even though she’s chosen the queer narrative herself.

Rewatching these early episodes after not having seen any of them for a long time is a complete experience. I feel like I keep getting bashed over the head with new insight that all the more confirms that X&G is the ship.

[moonsorchid]

Rewatching ep.29 of Love Between Fairy and Devil: Part 2

(spoilers ahead)

That humble little Orchid who thought her root was damaged and was less than everyone in the fairy realm, now walks and people kneel, calling her their “Queen”. And she is still humble, asking them not to bow to her. How can one not love her?

Jieli listens to Xiao Lanhua talking with Shangque about her. How nice she is and how they both have to protect and take care of her. Jieli must be feeling pretty bad for what she did to Xiao Lanhua.

Oh no, the bracelet.

Xiao Lanhua sees herself as Chidi in the mirror. Her spirit is slowly taking over her.  

I honestly have no recollection of this scene! Xiao Lanhua is being weird and DFQC realizes there is something wrong. I love that DFQC knew immediately she was not Orchid.

Well, I won’t disagree with you there, fake Orchid.

“The Bone Orchid was made from my heart’s blood. If she is not deeply in love with me, the Bone Orchid is just an ordinary protective artifact. However, if she is devoted to me, the Bone Orchid will not be able to be taken off. Taking it by force would cause her mortal harm.” I was deeply confused by this on my first watch and I still am confused. I have questions. What does her being in love with him have to do with not being able to take it off? How does the bone orchid relate to her feelings about him? How did Ronghao know this?

Nooooooo :(

Xunfeng, just when I was starting to like you.

I know you love your brother - I love him too, trust me - but you are breaking my heart.

I feel you, DFQC, I feel you.

Well, Xunfeng does have a point though.

Awe. He loves his brother so much. I know he breaks my heart because I love Xiao Lanhua, but what he says is rational. I hate to admit he is right.

Says the guy who was dreaming of killing her. How much he has changed.

Ok, Xunfeng, you are taking it too far

It’s devastating that DFQC has never had the chance to live freely and experience emotions. When he was little, his father had to torture him to make him get rid of them. Now his brother accuses him of being weak because he finally has emotions after all these years and he can no longer yield hellfire. Xunfeng is not wrong. DFQC is expected to be the powerful Moon Supreme. The sole hope of Cangyan Sea. Him being happy makes him vulnerable. His existence is reduced to that of a weapon, an object, who shouldn’t have a normal human experience, for the sake of his people. What a burden this man has to carry on his shoulders.

So THAT was what the butterfly did????? Noooooo, leave Shangque alone! Come on!

I love them <3

In the past when DFQC wore this outfit he was powerful, menacing. Now it feels like a shell carrying his broken heart and soul.

*sigh* See you in ep. 30 (with a box of tissues and chocolate)

[lobsessed-fanl]

Day 4: sound

summary:

3 in one with Emmet dealing with sound and one where he deals with having none

Sorry it is late. I am working on posting this and as many of the others that I can today.

Or read below the cut!

1 : Ingo and Emmet had turned ten today! That meant that they could use Lavender and Tiny in true battles now! Emmet was verrrry excited! Emmet and Ingo blew out the candles on their train themed cake  together after shouting “ALL ABOARD!!!” together. Ingo of course was much louder than Emmet. But Emmet didn’t mind. Ingo’s voice was a reminder that Ingo was there. And that they are at eachother's sides no matter what. 

That day, they got train whistles so that they could always whistle it and the other would be able to hear it and could come to them. A sound that they would remember far into the years to help eachother out.

However, for today their parents would regret it. As they were going to test it out all day. Good Thing they live quite a ways away from a lot of people, and most of their neighbours are all on trips. 

Unfortunately, they still had to go to school if they wanted a job that was train related.

2: Ingo and Emmet were in class. Emmet knew class was going to end soon and was verrrrry excited. Ingo was paying close attention to the voice of the teacher. Emmet meanwhile was doodling little trains and Tiny the Tynamo. Suddenly, the fire drill alarm went off. Loud. Way too loud. People moving. The loud beeping of the alarm. Everyone’s sudden voices. Too much. Way too much. A… a train whistle?

The train whistle quickly caught Emmet’s attention and snapped him out of it. He looked up to see Ingo, waiting for him. Ingo did his little cat smile. Emmet smiled wider at Ingo and got up and walked out the building together, holding eachothers hands, Emmet squeezing it a little bit. They then ran to catch up with their class.

3:  Today, Ingo and Emmet had gotten a machine to make announcements on. It worked verrrry well and could even handle Ingo’s regular, booming voice. Today was just a test day to make sure everything in the station was running smoothly. 

Ingo was looking very excited with the new announcement microphone. Ingo also looked like he wanted to do something he shouldn’t do. That ment it was Emmet’s time to encourage him. 

“Hey, Emmet. Do you think I should see if this can handle my voice?” Ingo asked.

“I am Emmet. Do you mean how much sound this can handle? I verrrry much do want to see it! Do it as loud as you can, Ingo!” Emmet encouraged. Ingo thought about it for a moment, then gave Emmet a mischievous nod.

“Okay. Here it goes.” Ingo started. Emmet quickly started recording. 

“All Abbboooooaaaaarrrrdd-” Ingo’s voice boomed into the Train announcements. Then, it broke.  Emmet burst into laughter as Ingo hid his face with his hat to hide his face and embarrassment. Then Emmet stopped recording and quickly put his phone away. 

“Lesson learned, Ingo. Do not use your proheting voice on the announcements.” Emmet said, getting up and writing down on a sticky note and putting it on Ingo’s forehead. 

“Emmet, what does this say?”

“I am Emmet! It is simply saying that you managed to do something that has never been done here before! Breaking the announcer with your verrrrry loud voice! And I am putting in my favour for this month to request that you keep that there all day.”

“You encouraged me to do it. And I will get you back someday soon. Know what? I’m cashing in mine to make you take out all the trash at home. How about that?” Ingo grumbled. Emmet didn’t care, it was worth it. 

4: Five weeks. Five weeks without Ingo. Five weeks without the noise that Ingo would make. Five weeks with silence. The silence was deafening. Nothing could fill the empty space that would be filled by Ingo. Emmet had tried to use the train whistle that he and Ingo had since they were ten, but Ingo never showed up. He laid on his bed. Rewatching that one moment Ingo had broken the announcements. Remember that one time in school Ingo had helped Emmet out when Emmet was overwhelmed. But Emmet could never get the voice to be the same volume as Ingo’s truly was. The sound was never quite right. Always off. 

Emmet did everything he could to remake the sound. Nothing worked. It was gone. The sound was gone forever: Emmet wanted to continue looking today like he did every day. But he couldn’t bring himself to get up. 

Maybe one day, Emmet would hear the sound of Ingo again. But that day wouldn’t be today.

[domxmarvel]

To the ends of the ocean

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Day 8-Boat (Tinkerbell and the pirate fairy au) Female!Reader

A/N: I know it’s a weird au but I recently rewatched the movie and I can’t stop thinking about it 

A knock on your door woke you up,it was the middle of the night and whoever was knocking wasn’t stopping. 

“What could be so important?” You opened the door to see Luka standing there,he quickly moved closer to you.

“It’s very important,come on” He dragged you behind him,begging him to slow down. He only did when he reached his house. “You need to see this” He dragged you inside and seemed to hesitate before saying “Just promise you’ll keep it a secret”

“Luka,what is it?” He pulled the sheet off the table,showing a bunch of supplies,Vials,bottles and bowls. He grabbed one of the bowls and pulled the lid off,letting you look inside. It was filled with what looked like regular pixie dust,but it was orange. He dipped his fingers into it and moved to the window.

“Back up a bit” He extended his hand and the moonlight bent at his fingertips. 

“How are you doing that,you’re not supposed to-” He turned back to you.

“incredible isn’t it?”

“Where did you even find this dust?”

“I made it”

“Bluebell,you know you shouldn’t be messing with the dust.It’s too dangerous” You held his hands,still glowing with dust. “I don’t want you to get hurt”

“I appreciate your concern but I need to do this. If I don’t we’ll never know what it's capable of” 

“I’m not gonna stop you am I? How can I help” His eyes widened “If I can’t stop you,I could at least make sure you don’t get hurt”

The sunlight on your face woke you up,you yawned,not realizing you had fallen asleep. Looking over you saw Luka asleep on your shoulder,some blue dust on his face. You shook him carefully.

“What time is it?” 

“I don’t know” He yawned before stretching his arms above his head. You pointed out the dust on his cheek which he quickly wiped off. “I should get going”

“Wait” He grabbed your arm. “Well now that we made the dust,we still need to test it out”

“How about tonight?”

“That sounds great” He seemed to blush at the idea,it was cute and you couldn’t stop yourself from kissing his cheek. 

The late night rendezvous continued until he had used up all of the blue dust,which you knew would happen and you thought that was it until he somehow showed up with three more pieces. You wanted to say something,because you were worried. If someone found out you didn’t know what would happen to him. You decided to stay quiet about the whole situation,opting to distance yourself from him. That was until you started not seeing him anywhere,after three days you decided to check on him. Knocking on the door,it slowly opened. It hadn’t been closed properly or locked,which made you even more worried. Stepping inside you saw that it was messy,like he had left in a hurry.  You were later told by Marinette that someone found out about what he was doing,and he had escaped before someone could even speak to him. So he just left without saying anything,without saying goodbye.

*One year later*

It had already been a year since he left and it was time again for the season's celebration.

“Are you alright?” Marinette asked,putting her hand on your shoulder.

“It’s weird to be celebrating today. It’s been a year since he left,I just can’t stop thinking about him”

“I miss him too,but we just have to move on”

“I don’t understand how everyone can just move on like he was never a part of our lives!” You hadn’t realized that you yelled until everyone was staring at you. You left as quickly as you could. Flying up into one of the trees that let you see the festival still,you just sat there. This was where the two of you would hide when you didn't want someone to find you. Everyone was at the celebration so it was strange to see someone fly by you,you flew behind them,ducing in between the trees so that they wouldn’t see you. They looked extremely familiar but you couldn’t see their face. You saw them fly behind the audience in the stadium,throwing around some pink glitter that made flowers grow. That wasn’t glitter, it was pink pixie dust,and there was only one person who knew how to do that. “Luka” You whispered,feeling like saying his name would somehow prove to you that it was really him. The flowers bloomed and you saw everyone fall asleep and him flying away,towards the pixie dust tree. You followed behind him,until you reached the tree. He immediately made his way to the room with the blue dust,you heard the clicking of the lock followed by it opening. Peaking your head through you finally got a good look at him,it really was him,he was back. He was back,but he was back to take more dust,not for anything else. You were the only one who could stop him right now,you just hoped he’d actually listen to you. You peaked through again and he was gone,but you didn’t see him fly out and all the dust was still there. You took one step in,looking around. He quickly jumped in front of you,pushing you back against the wall. His sword against your throat,which quickly dropped to the ground when he finally looked at you.

“Y/N” 

“Hey,Bluebell” You could see his eyes get softer and like they could flood with tears at any moment. He hugged you,wrapping his arms around you as tightly as he could as you did the same. He suddenly pulled away from you to grab the blue dust before turning back to you again. 

"I know I left without a word and I have a lot of explaining to do,but please come with me"

"Luka,I-" You were going to say no,but all you could think of was how everyone moved on with their lives and did not care where he was or if he was even okay. You felt like the only one who cared and you weren't going to make him feel like you didn't. You weren't going to pretend like he was never a part of your life. "Of course I'll go with you"

"You truly are the only one that understands me. Come on you're going to love my boat" He took your hand as you flew,he led you to the coast. 

The ship was beautiful as he said,he had a small crew but they seemed to be close,it gave you some comfort knowing that he had someone there and wasn't completely alone. They quickly welcomed you into the group. They set sail and gathered on the deck to just talk,they kept asking questions about you which wasn't exactly surprising. You answer what you were comfortable with until Luka stood up which made everyone stop and look at him.

"It's getting late,everyone get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us. Y/N come with me" You followed close behind him,he started talking about the dust and what he learned. 

"Luka" He stopped and turned to face you,giving you his full attention. "You said you'd explain" He sighed,his face falling. You knew this wasn't going to be pleasant but you had to know. He sat down at the table in his workshop,gesturing for you to sit down which you did. 

"After I ran out of the blue dust I tried to get more,which was way too easy" He said,bragging about it but simultaneously bringing up a really good point. "Anyway I was found out when someone noticed some pink dust on my arm,I was kicked out" He paused for a moment "so I left because I didn't want to get you in trouble"

"You know I would've left with you"

"I know" 

“Well I’m with you now and I’m not going anywhere”

~~~~

@aagn360

[aita-blorbos]

(🌸📼 for tracking purposes. Also this isn’t oc, but headcanon-influenced)

Am I the jerk for hurting my friends over some VHS tapes?

Uh…howdy! If there’s any mistakes on my end, I apologize. One of my more tech savvy friends is helping me write this.

Anyways, I (M, like 5-6 physically? We toons age weirdly) used to be a part of a popular kids show. Maybe you’ve heard of it before. It’s called- oh, huh? My tech buddy is telling me that I can’t use any names. In that case…I’ll call it DW. And back in the day, DW was all the rage! Me and my friends all live in an educational center/museum, and humans would visit us all the time.

But one day, people just. Stopped showing up. I can’t quite remember the reason why. Regardless, me and my friends were left to fend for ourselves in our home. But that’s ok! It’s not like we needed to eat or anything. We had each other, and all was good.

…which is what I would say, if it wasn’t for the fact that not too long after being abandoned, toons started acting funny. Their eyes went red, and they started attacking people! We ended up calling these guys Twisteds, and we trapped them on the building’s lower floors to keep ourselves safe.

When you’re surviving with your friends, you all have parts to play. And mine is scavenging, and in turn selling whatever odds and ends I could find. We don’t exactly use human currency, so I exchanged my wares for old VHS tapes of our show. I missed the good old days, you know? And if I couldn’t relive them, I could at least rewatch them.

So I’m doing my thing, scavenging some pop bottles and chocolate bars from one of the deeper levels of my home. I was dodging Twisteds left and right, so by the time I made it back to the surface, I was just about ready to call it a day. But then I see S (M, also like 5-6 physically), a “friend” of ours, messing with my tapes. I asked him to stop, and he said something about ‘my prices being outrageous’ and ‘I’m hogging all of the actually useful items for myself’.

Some other friends were there, too, and they tried to calm me down, but I wasn’t having any of it. And to make matters worse, my anger seemed to only excite S further, who knocked a whole box of tapes off of a shelf. By the time I reached the box the tapes were strewn across the ground, and most of them were broken! S was always kind of a meanie, but he had taken things too far. He KNEW how much those tapes meant to me!

What happened next, you might ask? Well, I don’t remember every detail. Though I can recall kneeling there, some broken tapes in my hands. All those happy memories, now lost. I remember feeling really angry. Angrier than I ever felt before…..and then I woke up on the floor. The door had been barricaded from the outside, and black liquid (the colour of our blood) stained my face, hands, and the room. My friends checked on me not too long afterwards, and explained what had happened.

They said that I just- turned into a Twisted? And that I went on a rampage, attacking just about anyone who got in my way. And yet somehow, they had calmed me down before knocking me out. I’ve since resumed my shopkeeper job, and everything has returned to normal for the most part. But my friends get all quiet when they’re around me, and the ones who I injured avoid me entirely.

So, am I the jerk for hurting them? I must reiterate that I wasn’t in control when I was a Twisted, but S shouldn’t have messed with my tapes in the first place. Um. I’m getting off track, aren’t I? My bad. D, signing off.

Edit: I failed to mention that I’m the only toon who un-Twisted. So maybe there’s a cure after all…

Edit 2: Oh, and none of us have seen S in a little while now. Apparently I hurt him pretty badly. But there’s no way that I killed him. Right?

Edit 3: He’s alive! But, uh. I think he’s twisted now. Oops.

[norgbelulah]

Listen you said as many as I wanted, you said that:

“Baby,” Boyd said, taking Raylan’s face in his hands. “We’re going to be fine.” He was talking true here, Raylan knew, but his expression changed and he didn’t look him in the eyes as he added, “It’s easy to start over with that kind of money. We wouldn’t even have to go nowhere--”

“And watch them rip apart the hills? Pollute your precious hollers?” Raylan hissed, pulling away. He couldn’t talk about it without getting pissed. His head hurt so fucking much.

“Raylan--”

“Later,” Raylan said, pulling out his phone. “I wish you’d’ve said something, really, because I have to call Art now. Her wanting the property puts me far enough in this shit that I can’t be a part of the detail. It’s a conflict of interest, no matter what we do now.”

“What we do?” Boyd asked quietly. “It’s still just your land, Raylan.”

“Fuck off, Boyd,” Raylan growled. “I’d have married you years ago if that was something we could do.”

Boyd leaned back in his chair, eyes wide, at that and Raylan wondered if that was something he shouldn’t have said when they were fake fighting like this.

They stared at each other for a solid minute at least and Raylan couldn’t hold it in anymore. He said, “I’m sorry I said, fuck off and then that, I--”

Boyd smiled and shook his head. “Go make your phone call, baby.” He didn’t even add anything about the fake argument. “Tell Art--”

Omggggg. I'm SO glad you picked this to ask about because just right before this part is one of my favorite exchanges I have ever written. It's basically what I now think of the thesis of this entire fic series. Boyd and Raylan could never have come this far together if not for Raylan letting Boyd live in his house and nest in his heart and refuse to leave. Okay??

This part:

“We can start over,” Boyd said. “We’re good at that.” Raylan looked at him like he was crazy. “No, we’re not.” They’d never started over at anything. The only reason any of this was happening was because of the house, that they needed, because they couldn’t make a change without a crutch. It was just built up and built up from everything that happened before and the house was the foundation.

And then Raylan spirals because he can't see a way out of this situation even though he knows Boyd is actively taking it in hand. (He's going to figure it out, Raylan!!) And part of Boyd's plan is to get this exact reaction from Raylan, because he needs to convince Carol Johnson he really is on her side and also make things difficult for her because Raylan is so adamantly opposed to selling. But! He doesn't expect Raylan to profess his unshakeable commitment to their relationship in that very moment!

Boyd in this fic, even up until now, does not think about the house in Harlan as theirs, per se. It's Raylan's house. Always has been. He thinks of their apartment in Lexington way more as something they share. But he spent so much time over the years working on the house, specifically FOR RAYLAN, that it's like really hard for him to take on any kind of ownership for himself until Raylan is like, yeah but we would be married by now???? If life was fair??? SO ITS YOUR HOUSE TOO BOYD.

I'm also like perpetually *kisses fingers* at myself for immediately having Raylan apologize. He's Just! So! Hungover! that he cannot control his mouth or his emotions and they are all over the place because he is so! pissed! off! at Carol Johnson! This "oh shit I really said that just now" moment for Raylan is so funny and sweet. I love them so muchhh.

AND THEN THEY GET INTERRUPTED.

Anyway this is a great little collection of scenes and writing about how good it is is actively making me want to rewatch through season 2 so I can try and fucking untangle what needs to happen to end this beautiful story! AND THEN I want to write several little short fics about parenting Loretta and getting married for real and and and

[asherlockstudy]

The “We Dug a Hole” discussion

Yesterday I finished watching the latest Ear Biscuit, in which Rhett and Link explained the creative process behind the video “We Dug A Medium-sized Hole”. I was unsurprisingly interested in this one, in light of my analysis “They Dug a Hole” which I would recommend reading in order for this post to make more sense, and I felt both “vindicated” and perplexed while watching it.

I assumed the podcast would be full of potentially interesting information, which is why I legit kept hand-written notes, which made me feel like a creep, to be honest. But the actual reason I did it was because I knew I wouldn’t have the time (or willpower) to rewatch, so taking notes was the only way to not miss on potentially significant details. I believe it was a good call, despite making me feel like a creep. I will explain later why I emphasise on this unpleasant feeling.

Let’s start by reminding ourselves that, on face value, this is a discussion about an (admittedly entertaining) video in which essentially nothing happens. It’s just a hole in the middle of nowhere and a puppet mole that is accidentally killed. And that’s it.

Throughout the podcast Rhett and Link focus a lot on the creative element of the video, which had me raising my eyebrow more than once. Link seemed very excited, saying he was very interested but also didn’t want to be too concerned about the reception of the video, its risk ( what risk?) and whether people would “get it” (? get what ?). The risk was mentioned multiple times by Link and I found it suspicious because it isn’t exactly the first time they make a lightweight video and save for the excavators rent, it shouldn’t have been too expensive either.

My most “vindication” moment was when Rhett said exactly that while they of course always care about standard success (views etc), this time the success in a traditional sense was not their first thought. So I am humbly adding a small part of my post “They Dug A Hole”.

Please, bear with me. I have trauma after the Sherlock and Game of Thrones fiascos and now every vindication feels like a big deal 😂

Link agrees that the most important thing about this video was “expression”. Like, umm, at first glance, this video feels a little surreal to be meant as a vessel of expression. Should I give Link the benefit of the doubt and believe that he meant expressing the silly, carefree side of life and their comedy? Well no, because then Rhett adds that the content was “soul-driven” and “substantial”! Give me a break, my good gents!

Link then intensifies my suspicions, when he vaguely confesses that he has “certain desired outcomes” from this video but at the same time he tries to separate himself from them and simply celebrate the completion of this project. Since it’s established that the views are not the (most) desired outcome, then what is? Probably some certain response from the viewers? It’s shit like that that I say to myself in order to not feel like a creep.

Link finally acknowledges that all this time they sound too serious for something that is seemingly so shallow or silly. I am thankful to him acknowledging this because I was on the verge of feeling like a jerk for the amount of disbelief I had for them calling this video “expression” and “soul-driven content”. Obviously, my disbelief stands only if you judge the video on face value, but it’s Rhett and Link’s avoidance to discuss the deeper motivation behind the video that will inescapably confuse some viewers as to what can possibly be so very significant about a dirt hole and a dead mole.

Link goes on by saying he was happy they made this video as is, by escaping sensationalism and controversy! At this point, I am sure some of the fans just swallow everything these two say with zero processing inside their brains. Shouldn’t one ask themselves: “Hold on, why is Link talking like they actively tried to avoid making the video sensational and controversial? Are we still talking about a video where they dig a hole and have a last convo with a mole puppet? How was avoiding controversy a success in this case?”. But nobody asks these questions in the YouTube comments, at least not in the open.

Rhett says that they had many concepts for those videos they are about to start on their Rhett and Link channel. Link said the original ideas were like 6-7 but Rhett corrected him saying they were certainly close to 30! But Rhett also considered these ideas very bad as “there was no filter in them”. I guess he meant no filters like hole digging and mole dying allegories huh? However, 30 plans… hmm that shows that the “We dug a hole” video was anything but an one-time silly thing. There was thought behind it and intense planning and apparently it is calculated to be so lightweight.

One thing that perplexed me is that Rhett revealed that the whole hole-digging concept was not theirs (except Rhett dreamed it) but of someone hired for the project. As they go about the technical aspects of the work, I realise how many people were involved in this project. Does this mean that all these people…. know? Can all the crew and all the hired extras possibly know things about Rhett and Link’s privacy and have opinions on how to apparently condition the viewers on it (because that’s what they are trying to do IMO)? This possibility seems crazy. Shouldn’t there be contracts of confidentiality in order to collaborate with Mythical in this case? And Mythical has a LOT of employees and extras. That’s so hard to believe. It seems so very risky. This gave me a serious halt.

But here’s an interesting little moment. Rhett said this extra (whose name I am forgetting) said that he had no source of information or any motive or a reason behind suggesting the concept of “digging a hole”. Even more interestingly, Rhett said he didn’t know and he didn’t care to know whether that was true, he just liked the idea (and had dreamed it too). These are some strong phrases there, if not slightly defensive. “I don’t care to know if there was truly no implication behind his suggestion.” Hmm. You see, “digging a hole” has a very particular meaning and if I am right, what Rhett and Link are trying to do can prove to be very dangerous. But the way the extra excused his suggestion and Rhett chose to ignore the prickles of doubt and concern makes me think that it is something that is not openly discussed with the crew. Probably, Rhett and Link asked an inconsequential concept (to quote Link, who used this word 100 times) from their crew to work on for their own reasons. And the crew understood because they are like a gazillion people and they are not fools. But they do not acknowledge or talk about it openly. I wonder if some very close and powerful people in Mythical openly know, like Stevie and Jenna. It would make sense if these two knew.

Another thing that proves that this is not a brainless random video is that Link says that it is an idea that has many other ideas to explore within it.

This is totally off topic but Link broke my heart when he said they didn’t like the vlogs and wouldn’t like to repeat doing them. They were my favourites! This and the improvising Wheel of Mythicality! What the hell guys?

The next initially perplexing piece of information was that Rhett disclosed the video was unscripted. This seemed to disagree with the theory that the video was exactly an allegory of their story but perhaps what Rhett meant was that no writer of Mythical was involved in the script. The crew was just aware of the very general concept. Rhett and Link prepared on their own what exactly they were going to say without external involvement.

Rhett then says there are certain parts of the video that were predetermined and they are choosing to keep those behind the curtain. Well, for one thing, the ultimate motivation, the aspiration and goal behind this remains veiled. They talked about expression, soul-driven content, big risk but they are not explaining how and why.

But this time Rhett spares us a little and gives a hint. Was the song written before or after the video? Well clearly before but certainly also after the “digging a hole” suggestion. The song was one of the things that were predetermined. Please keep this in mind for later.

Link goes back to something he also said earlier in the podcast. He is somewhat contradicting himself by saying that he doesn’t want people to think when watching this video but to feel. However at the same time he repeats that he tries to not concern himself with whether people get it, and in order to get it, you have to think a bit. This makes me feel that he actually wants people to think about it but he doesn’t want to be disappointed in case they don’t. Or at least I hope so because otherwise I feel like a bloody intruder and that’s so awkward… I am so open about this (on my totally obscure blog, at least) because I genuinely get the feeling that they want to communicate this to people but they don’t know how. I do think that Bleak Creek (this book that’s one of my fave things they have ever done) was another effort of “whoever gets it, gets it”. Anyway…

The whole “feel, don’t think” is also because Link might associate too much thinking with judgement in his mind. He wouldn’t be wrong to fear that. For others, I mean.

And then after all this confusing or thought provoking sequence, Link made it easy for us!

Rhett: We love making scripted stuff.

Link: … Love-making scripted?

Rhett: *mild side-eye to Link*

Link, unhinged: Scripted love-making…..?

There, the answer, in three words.

Then they talked about the mole puppet. Link went on and on for a long time about how the mole is one dirty guy, like really dirty, and with some spicy talk. Perhaps this is confirmation that the mole was an allegory of the shippers, dirty minded and spicy.

This project is the first in a series of many similar projects they will be doing about once a month. Four such videos are already planned for sure. Link said that he is very excited for all but he is most excited for the last one of the already certain ones, which he implied is also the “riskiest”. I guess this will be bolder than the rest. But, also, I have a theory that this whole project is the preparation of a music album. (Link wouldn’t just let Rhett’s solo drop like that now, would he? 😂) Whether they will totally go all in until the end of this video project, I doubt it. But they will certainly be closer to their ultimate objective which is most likely that. Every video will probably include a new song and these songs are meant to be meaningful in that they are the coded narration of their relationship - story which will become an album. I am very excited to see whether this is the case. If there is an album coming, I just hope Hazel will be in there. It’s my favourite song of theirs, it is so haunting, so good, so SERIOUSLY good.

Closing off this giant post with Link’s closing words. There is a genuine risk in what they are trying to do. So, it’s not just any album because they have already made albums and Rhett has also gone solo where the exposure is even harder. So, whether it’s an album or not, it is certainly different in some huge way.

“There is a genuine question where we don’t know what the answer is”

How will it go? How will it be received? What happens next?

“That’s why we’re doing it and then we’re sharing it once we know”

Oh boy. They are sharing the answer? Don’t excitescare me like that. This seems alarmingly like “is it yet yet?”, like it’s THE time. But in typical R&L fashion, usually the thing proves to be far less consequential than it is initially suggested to be.

In any case, whether a music album or something else completely, it is going to be a passion project, more candid, very meaningful to them and thus quite scary to them. But they intend to walk that distance, a distance, whatever that distance is. I can’t wait for it. Hopefully it goes well.

[alicepao13]

So this had more of a teamwork feel than the last few episodes. It could belong in any season, really. Makes me feel that maybe starting the season the way they started it really was just bad scheduling.

If you want to know how bad CityTV is at scheduling, guy made a joke about the killer dressed in a superhero costume "like it's Halloween", and the episode aired a day after Halloween. So yeah. The only episode that shouldn’t have aired close to Halloween, aired on Halloween. Good job, CityTV.

Standard superhero/vigilante crime show episode with a twist. You can’t reinvent the wheel by following the same path others have made. But it’s okay, I don’t expect it from this show, or any formulaic crime show. I mean, you’d have to be an idiot at this point to expect that.

I keep seeing similarities between the Moonknight and the Night Keeper costumes. At least the Night Keeper costume is black.

I was hoping that Sarah had some kind of family story when she mentioned that she had experience with delusional disorder but of course it’s one of her multiple degrees.

The fact that Charlie and Sarah mentioned that they’d meet at dinner and then we didn’t see the dinner is A CRIME. But at least they remind us (in their own distant way) that they’re still together.

I’ll put a BOLO out for Charlie’s house, by the way. I’m hoping the reason it’s missing is because Charlie and Sarah are moving together in another house (now who has a delusional disorder, lol).

I was hoping for a comment about reboots. Come on, guys, you are a reboot yourselves.

As soon as the nephew pulled up with that car I knew he was the killer. Unsurprising.

Well, at least they put the murder weapon inside a cylindrical evidence tube. I'm saying that because I just watched a show where they put it inside a nylon evidence bag. In the year of 2023.

I love Verdi’s Dier Irae and its remixes. I have one in my playlist (mine is a 2WEI remix). Remixing classical music and mixing it with modern tunes is my jam. Although I kinda pity all those who will watch without headphones (which is probably most of the audience).

Damn, the house is great. And a secret compartment? Come on!

Jesse bragging about his skills. You go, Jesse.

Charlie sending Rex with Sarah like he won’t be the one to need him (I knew before I saw it, they like being predictable lol), because he wants her to be safe.

Thank you, killer, for tasing Charlie. It’s literally the only whump he’s had for ages. Bless you, kind killer.

By the way, I think Charlie has gotten too comfortable having a dog watch his six that now basically anyone can sneak up to him when he doesn't have Rex with him.

Charlie stumbling and trying to get up. Yes. I want more of that.

Googling how long it takes to get over an electric shock from a taser.

Okay, so it takes a few seconds. Maybe Charlie was a bit dramatic lol

Rex running because he knows his trouble magnet partner is in danger. I love it.

I was kinda hoping that Sarah would save him, but when you have Rex and the Night Keeper, eh, I wasn’t holding my breath.

“I've got my superpower right here” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP oh my god this was so corny I loved it (this user is not immune to grown men being soft with dogs, it’s a very specific illness, non-curable).

I think they had like fifty team shots in this episode. It was like someone was annoyed by the lack of team screen time in the previous episodes and overcompensated. Also, do decide what the temperature is in the room. Some wore coats, and Sarah (who is always cold) wore a sleeveless shirt?

Overall, fun but unsurprising episode, in the tone of Hudson and Rex as a show. The level of enjoyment very much depends on whether someone cares at all about superheroes, in my opinion, because they got the characters and “actors” involved quite a bit. Easily rewatchable, more enjoyable than I thought (I audibly groaned when I saw the promo for this, mind you. CityTV call me, you need me). Plot loses cohesion in the third act but it’s okay because you’ll have figured out the killer way before that.

PS: It seriously helps to remember what the show is about. I’m talking to both the fandom and the writers here, but especially to the writers.

PPS: How many German shepherds next week? I’m assuming Diesel’s entire family are actors by now.

[nuri148]

My Take on the Aot Special

OK, now that I’m a bit more calm, let me start by saying

Thank you Crunchyroll for ruining the AoT special for me.

As everyone knows by now, Crunchyroll did not air the special at the announced time, and there was nothing but radio silence from them all day until it simply appeared in the menu.

In an ideal situation, I would have gone to bed and watch it calmly the next day, but this wasn’t an option since we had a trip booked on Saturday and I knew I wouldn’t have another chance at watching it till Sunday evening. And I clearly couldn’t wait that much.

So when the special was finally available, at around 00:15h in my corner of the world, I was not only tired af from being up since 6:30 in the morning, but also dragged 8 hours of sheer fury at the blatant disregard of Crunchyroll towards the series and disrespect to the viewers.

Therefore I was not invested, I was more in a “let’s get it over with” mood so I wouln’t have to avoid spoilers for the rest of the weekend.

Therefore the following opinions are likely tainted by the fact I was robbed me of all the feelings I was expecting to get from my blorbos.

::spoilers ahead::

- I appreciated the extended version of Eren’s conflict at “having to” enact the Rumbling. I felt it highlighted whatever little humanity he’s got left in him and helped illustrate his final descent into madness.

- However, it would have been nice to have Ramzi and his brother dubbed by someone with an accent. In the manga, their dialogue is represented either in squiggles (when they’re talking between them) or (in othe original version) in katakana when the reader needs to know what they’re saying, thus representing the fact they are not speaking the same as the locals.

- The ship trip and plane preparation felt a bit rushed to me. Yes, they are in a rush in-universe, but there is a difference between conveying a sense of urgency and rushing the narrative. I felt it was like, Oh, hi, Armin likes Annie everyone in Liberio is dead Levi you shouldn’t get up yet you know what Yelena you’re right honey omg Annie fancies Armin wtf Floch is alive now he’s not two fingers is enough.

- Also in this part, I had the feeling some VA were rather off (Falco, WTF? Annie sounded odd too)..

- Yes Heichou, two fingers is enough ::nudge nugde wink wink::

- Watching Floch die was both so satisfying but also kinda scary how he clings to the yaegerist discourse till the very end. That’s fanatism for you. Awesome scene.

- The Hange farewell deserved more love. Again, we see the difference between the characters’ need to hurry vs the storytelling not devoting enough time to such an emotionally charged moment. This is especially blatant in anime, which has a long, tried and true tradition (also in this show) to dilate a single moment in time into a long scene for punch. Would it have killed them to make a longer shot of their pained expressions, of Hange’s nervous laugh, of Levi’s hands both in Hange’s chest and later on the plane?

- Hange’s death scene was great, which makes me more salty about the above paragraph.

- tbh though I fully blame Crunchyroll for my lack of reaction to the levihan scene. Fuck Crunchyroll.

- Overall, the CGI was pretty shitty, IMHO. Some scenes (e.g. Annie and Kiyomi on the deck) seemed out of Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

- The scenes in Paths, though, really benefited from the animation as it helped convey the fact that the rules of time and space don’t apply here.

- The action scenes and the destruction scenes from the Rumbling were the coolest*. That, added to the reservations I wrote above, make me fear we’ll have a lot of cool fight scenes at the expense of not giving enough screen time to the characters and the story. *I appreciated the titan falling off the hill; however the physics of the rumbling come with their own set of problems that I might adress at some point – some of which I did elaborate about in my fic about Hange.

I will try to rewatch the special at some point, ideally back to back with the last chapter from S4part2, to see how much of the rush and the wonky acting was there or just my imagination.

[miss0atae]

The Jungle - 9th Episode Review

It’s already episode 9 of the Jungle and here is my review of this episode. Before, I just want to say that last week I didn’t really like episode 8 and even contemplating dropping the series but the episode today was quite fun so I’m glad I haven’t stopped watching it. Obviously there are still many incoherence in the synopsis and it still not the best series but I found it more enjoyable. By the way I just noticed that there will be 16 episodes! I thought they would have 12 max so I can still hope for improvement.

Anyway we start the epusode with Nathee working with his computer at the bar like it’s a place to do that. Of course there is a woman not far away from him who would really to do him but he will spend time he talks to her to do some bullshit philosophy about how numbers are better than girlfriend. What do you want me to say? I don’t mind people who prefer to stay single. I’m one of them but I never say this nonsense to others when they ask me why I stay single. Of course, he was just playing with the girl. While bringing her out to have his way with her, he saw Irin and Hack. There are too many secrets among this group for no reason. They are supposed to be brothers/best friends but all of them hide something from the others. How are we supposed to believe they are friends? So, Irin and Hack are doing it (again) and they wake up in the room of the RV side by side. He ask her how was it... Who says that? Aren't you supposed to check with your partner during the intercourse that everything is alright and that you both enjoy it? He wants to do it again with her and she is contemplating the possibility. I guess we’ll get a friends with benefits relationship between them.

In the next scene, Irin is posing for a product. When the photoshoot is done, she goes to eat with the production team and ends up drinking too much... That girl can't hold alcohol. I mean all the girls in this show can’t hold alcohol. Seriously they should advertise how drinking in moderation is better for you because it always bring the girls in terrible situation. Irin is not feeling good and the photographer appears at this moment. He has this weird vibe that makes me question him. Why all the men wants to abuse women here? Especially Irin! She always has all those predators after her. She needs a bodyguard at this point or to learn self defense. The photographer tried to molest her but she escaped by smashing a bottle on his head. Yeah girl! You did well! He deserves this. Ditch the high heels and run! Frankly it's super scary to watch. Woman never feel safe. While hiding, she uses her phone to reach for help and has to choose between calling Hack (her new lover) or Pine (her one-sided love). She decided to call Pine --". Why girl?! He showed you last week that he can't help you whenever you need. She is trying to hide from the crazy photographer but unfortunately he found her. He truly disgust me. Luckily, Pine arrived with most the Junggle (Nathee, Phethai/Wayu and Naanfah but no Hack because he is doing something outside) to save her. I am glad we didn’t get a repeat from last week when he didn’t help her. I knew someone would save her but I’m glad he came anyway. Yeah! We love a badass entrance. Now kick his ass!

They are celebrating their rescue with beers. Irin shouldn’t drink more because I wouldn’t feel safe if I was her but it’s a minor problem. The Jungle are remembering their first encounter with Irin which was also a rescue time from another abuser. She needs to be free from them. I don’t remember that Phethai wasn’t there (I should rewatch the episode to be sure). The rest of the group leave Irin with Pine. She talks about her feelings with him again telling him she got hopes when he came to save her. Girl forget about him! It's not going to work. He doesn't love you this way. Hack receives a call and meet Irin in the room. She wants to have sex with him to forget but he doesn’t want that right now. Naan was the one who called him after the incident. Why is she accepting that people threat her badly because of that gossip news? She should be furious. No one should treat you this way because you enjoy clubbing. What the fuck?! Hack tries to explain it to her and tell her to sue the photograph but she wants to drop it. Listen to the man! This industry is shit. Modeling seems to be hell. I don’t know if she is really genuine with him or not. He is bitter and angry about the fact she called Pine and not him.

In the bar, Nathee is talking with Hunter about the relationship between Hack and Irin, then we get Hack, Phethai, Naanfah and Nathee talking at the bar. Irin is alone in the Jungle room (they actually call it this way. XD) Nathee is trying to reveal Hack's relationship with Irin. The way he looked at him with his wide open eyes, it was funny. Hack really thought they were discreet? He is trying to dodge the question and ends up looking even more suspicious. Naanfah is too cute now. I can't believe I called him evil Naan. He is my favorite now. Irin is trying to get Hack's attention but he doesn't see her. He forgot his phone and she was trying to reach him to give it back. To help him find his phone, Phethai/Wayu will try to call him because Hunter can turn off the phone jammer who is apparently located behind the bar. Poor Pladao, she was so close everytime and never found it when she needed it. By the way, I am still rooting for my Pladao/Naanfah romance at this point and now that I know we have 16 episodes in this series, they better give me a good romance (I can always dream). Finally Hack noticed Irin with his phone. He stops Phethai but it’s too late. Irin and him are tying to made up some lie about the phone to hide the fact they were together. They look so suspicious. Everyone can understand they were indeed together. Naanfah still being this annoying sibling. I really appreciate him more and more. Only Phethai seems to not understand. This guy play the clueless part really well. Bravo!

I was waiting for the next scene. My baby is here, Florence! Finally! She is with a man drinking champagne. She is gorgeous. So, she was supposed to have this passionate night with the man but he finished too soon. Dude how is it even possible? I mean she is beautiful okay but you lasted 30 seconds. I don’t know what is the worst, him finishing too fast or him being proud about it. She hasn't even feel a thing. Terrible! He hasn't even removed all his clothes. I feel sad for her. She needs to find a better lover. For a second I thought he was an escort because of the phone call she has after their two seconds intercourse, but no, he was more like a matchmaking boyfriend/fiancé. The father of Florence is infuriating. He thought the man was the best thing? Dude, he couldn't satisfy her. Florence is fed up obviously because the man doesn't love her and he is more interested about a business relationship with her father. I feel like her father is really old-fashioned. He believes he knows best what would be a good boyfriend for her. He even say she doesn't know men? She seems to know better than him. Why would anyone ask their father to find their boyfriend? We see the differences between them, she wants love and he watch a business relationship. Anyway, Her father organized several meeting with different men for her after their talk. I feel bad for her because he doesn’t seem to be able to find the right one. In the company where her father is working (maybe she is also working there too), Nathee is sleeping instead of taking care of the servers who are not working. She wakes him up and he restore the server very easily. Everyone in this company is unskilled apparently. Nathee saved the day and attracted Florence's attention. Oh no! They also met in the past. It's Gale and Wayu's story again. Why do they have to be acquaintances from the past to fall in love? It's so stupid. I would never date anyone I met in the past. I changed too much for that.

Why is she following him to the bathroom? So noisy. Privacy girl! It's a time when you don't want to be disturbed. Turns out he went there to sleep. Shameless. I understand why he is friend with Naanfah. Back to Irin and Hack at the RV. She wants to know if he is still mad at her and obviously he is. She wants to be forgiven and he kisses her, in plain sight. Nannam and Hunter saw them so she panicked and slaps him/step on his foot before leaving. Again super suspicious. They are the worst. Hunter has this little smirk because he knows and Nannam has the most funny reaction: “I need a martini”. I would also need to drink if I had to witness these two idiots. Hack and Irin are kissing and cuddling in the jungle room. She worries about the others knowing about them and I would say it's already too late. She doesn’t want people to know and he is jealous of her past affection to Pine. The relationship is not progressing well…

We found that Irin is friend with Florence and told her about Hack. Florence explains to her that she is lucky to have him because despite their arguments they appreciate each other while she never had good sex. Our girl wants to have fun so Irin offers her to go to the RV. Maybe she will get laid. Hunter again is here with his cocktails and rules of the house. So funny! Hack is yearning after Irin. She decides to follow him leaving her friend behind. Lovers before friends as always. Florence is not resentful but she doesn't really have fun. She got some cryptic blathering from Hunter. This guy loves acting this way, deep down. Suddenly, Nathee arrives and Florence sees him. He is like a vision to her. We get another flashback from the past when she didn't get top score but it was Nathee who was again sleeping in class. The guy is narcoleptic or what? Okay everyone stops, he has a Rubik cube which in any series means that he is a total nerd and a clever guy. No really, have you ever seen a character with a Rubik cube who is not a genius? It is their accessory. She was impressed by him but he is not rich. He is just another poor intelligent people who relies on scholarship and that is victim of injustice. He is a cliché! Rich girl fall on love with poor boy trope here for this couple. Wow he is poor, intelligent and abandoned. He really got the combo. The teacher was a dick to him and he really handled the situation badly. Florence wanted to help him but he preferred to mock her because she is rich and not him. Back to the present, she found the guy she wants to have sex with and it will be her old crush.

We get another cut where Irin doesn't want to fight with Hack. She is trying to pursue this relationship. He kissed her again and she answers this time. As for Florence, she waited for Nathee and followed him in the lift while Irin and Hack go to the bathroom to have a sexy alone time together. The room must not be available. Of course Pine needs to wash his hands right now. So Nathee went to the roof to hear what Florence has to say. Is the roof the confessional of the RV? He gives her 3 minutes to talk like he has better thing to do. Why are wasting your time asking him dumb questions Florence? Get to the point. You want to have sex with him and you want to enjoy yourself. He is cute, you are gorgeous and you just want to have fun. The jungle are supposed to be the kind of men that are excellent for this. Finally, she asks the real question! Of course he doesn't sleep with people he knows... They are never useful when you need them. Boring! Now she wants him more. I like this character. Back to Irin/Hack love scene. I think that what Hack is doing is shitty. He saw that Pine was here and made sure he heard them but we don’t get the reaction because it’s already the end of the episode.

As I said before I really enjoyed this episode. I want to know what will happen in the next one.