#i am very siiiiick

[dreadpiratebroberts]

It only so happens your friend here is only MOSTLY alive. There's a big difference between ALL alive and MOSTLY alive. Mostly alive is slightly dead.

[averycutesalamander]

Chapter 1: 19k words || fem reader Warnings for mentions of noncon, nonconsentual body modification (nothing extreme), threatening and possessive behavior, and domestic abuse, none of which are on Boothill's part. Additional warning for violence and gore, which is not inflicted on the reader.

You would love nothing more to rip out your husband's teeth for all he's done to you – but it seems you're sorely lacking the means. How fortunate that Boothill has such a strong grip. ~ A moment passes before you smile, wide and broad and earnest; it feels unfamiliar on your face. Then, you hold out your hand for him to shake, grinning ear-to-ear. “It's wonderful to finally meet you, Boothill.” He blinks at you for a moment, then laughs, bright and loud. “Oh, you're a funny one, huh?” Without fuss, he clasps your hand in his, giving it a firm shake; the cool metal of his palm is strangely pleasant against your skin. “The pleasure’s all mine, miss. Heard you've got a pest problem?” “Oh, more than just a problem,” you say, your smile sharpening into something dangerous. “It's a damn infestation.” A lethal glint shines in his eyes. “Well, consider me your exterminator.”

@opheliaflavoredinstantnoodles @ikeagroceries @shadowstadium @theswashbucklingspy @cosmo112 @fxngtasy @rinzis

[vilelittlecritter]

Hey hey hey.

Guess who's birthday it is technically because it's 12 at night!!!!

My ass is 16 now oh fuck...

im sixteen and have backpain.....

Anyway happy birthday to me

[bisnes-socks]

talking about ready to go on this fine sunday evening

the very beginning of the song, before the guitars come in, and it's just like a synth sound, some backing vocals and bass, reminds me of kinda like old school hiphop. an opening like that could easily lead into a real rap beat, it's giving like early 90's and early 2000's hiphop. i was kind of expecting it to go the rap route when i first heard the song! but nope, in comes a siiiiick metal inspired guitar riff (jukka i owe you my life???) that's some chugging, i am also ready to go with a riff like this. hell of an opening.

his vocals come in one style, transition into another, then a new style for the chorus, and yet another for the second verse. FOUR vocal styles for one song. that's not so typical for pop music these days. i love how fearless he is with vocals in general, he's not afraid of sounding weird or funny. and even with the funny voices, he himself never becomes a joke, because he commits and puts his whole back into it. that is genuenly a skill, to be able to be so playful and still be for real.

and his singing in the chorus is good, very pleasing. i especially love his voice with the word"haluut" like he hits some soft vibrato in the second chorus right there, that is some good shit.

and guys. the way the chorus is built. it's incredible.

the long pauses in between words is so good and so... cunty lmao. it's like he is leaving room for the listener to jump to conclusions, only to call you and your mother and the whole country and culture out for being negative nellies who wish artists would fail (context for that can be read here)

so the first time hearing the chorus is like:

sä (who me?) haluut (oh? i do?) nähä (see what 🫣) ku mä (when you what 😳) flomaan taas ojaan kuraiseen (ooooh snap he said that part out loud)

and like i said it's so cunty, it's so deliciously arrogant to open the whole entire album this way, because there is so much space in the chorus to expect all sorts of things. because it could go anywhere. like...

1. sä -> oh he's talking to me now

2. haluut -> he is calling out something i want and desire. that's very disarming as a listener, makes you feel on edge because whatever he is going to claim that you want, you either have to come to terms with him being absolutely bang on the money correct, which means he sees right through you and you feel exposed, or he is going to say something you don't want, which will be a whole different journey, could be funny, could be offputting, could be anything!

3. nähä -> oop, what is it that he thinks i want to see, is this going a voyeristic route? is he going to expose everyone for being horny for him? whatever it is he is calling everyone voyers, basically.

4. ku mä -> it's so very deliciously arrogant to just straight up make a chorus that starts by him straight up telling you, that you, yes YOU, want to see me [do anything]. he's like. you're obsessed with me, aren't you. and he is RIGHT. makes the listener a bit red in the face, don't you think?

5. flomaan taas ojaan kuraiseen / mokaan ja maitojunaan meen -> aaand (finnish) people know exactly where this is going now. he is calling out the culture, he is calling out the haters, he is calling out the negativity and the vahingonilo (schadenfreude?) in this country. and we know exactly who he is talking to, we all know these people.

KING SHIT.

THE CUNT ON HIM to make this the opening track because we know it's aimed at, you know, like Pekka from Janakkala or whatever, who spent all of 2023 huffing and puffing because he thinks this Käärijä business is ridiculous and a waste of time and so he told everyone who was excited about CCC and ESC that ultimately Käärijä would fail and embarrass himself and the whole country. So Jere knows Pekka from Janakkala is still mad that "mikä lie Käärepaperi se nyt oli" actually succeeded and continues to succeed, so he calls that shit out in the first fucken song. It's like he's saying hi to all the haters who put the record on with every intention of trashing it and complaining about it. and it is them to whom he is being like "why are you so obsessed with me honey, why are you here to peep at me, hmm?"

the gaps in the chorus are like the audio equivalent of awkward eye contact you can't escape. he's saying i fucken see you.

and then the one time he modifies the chorus, he says "mä haluun ajaa tosi kovaa, vaik pelti kolisee, hei baby i'm ready to go" and that's him informing everyone that he's going to continue to do whatever he wants to do, he doesn't care if he gets a bit banged up or bruised on the way, because he is ready. and then it goes back to like "you want to see me fail, but i'm ready to go". the confidence in all that is genuenly admirable and something that this culture needs.

and i think the rest of the lyrics, in the verses, are about that too. he's going full speed ahead because he does not care if he stumbles. he's doing what he wants, what he always wanted, it's his passion, and he no longer has anything to lose. he's not afraid of failure. he knows there are people who want to see him fail, because it would confirm their own sad world view, but he does not give a flying fuck and he's not going to let that kind of mindset affect him. so he is fucking ready to go.

and musically, this song combines all of the käärijä elements really well! like i said, the opening sounds first like old school rap, then like metal, then going into more of a dance beat, the use of different vocal styles, a strong message, proper attitude sprinkled with a lot of humour and some twinkle in the eye. and the way he switches between pronouncing ready to go the finnish way and a more "proper english" way, is also a fun little international Käärijä detail.

a banger of a song with the cuntiest attitude we've seen in a while. incredible.

[missdaytonawrites]

MEN & MDNI!!! 18+ content!!! dark!abs n' full fledged dub-con below the cut!!!

and as i sit here... getting all ready for bed... just cleaned my room and changed the sheeeets! also just took a shower and shaved my legsss!! i can't help but think about my very special dark!abby coming home late from work finding a very squeaky clean and pretty-smelling r! in bed and then sneaking in next to you and rubbing one out while her free hand grazes your soft skin.

AHGABSJAHBSSKJ and of course it wouldn't be dark!abs if she didnt take some of her spend and and swipe it across your lips, even in your unconsious state your lips part and you happily accept her fingers (mary, ik i would i am so orally fixated its CRIMINAL!) she would so casually roll over to spoon you while you keep her fingers in your mouth.

she absolutely cannot fall asleep until shes fucked you.. so the removal of her fingers from your mouth causes you to wake, and she just so mercilessly takes you right there. surely past the hour of 2:00 AM by now, you're not there enough to really process whats happening. just happy to see your abby, you wrap around her and let her handle her business.... i am so fucking siiiiick

you'll most likely knock out again, quite literally being fucked back to sleep while she snarls and rocks above you. before you know it, her weight drops down beside you and her arm has snaked around your waist. you barely register it,,, but she leaves you with a "good night cherry.. ✨💖😽👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩😌" and crashes herself.

just a short somethin' i'm sittin' here thinking about while i wait for my sleeping meds to kick in lol, nightie night.

[icehaus]

i literally can’t go to the mall w/out spending at least 40 pln on overpriced bevvies no matter how broke i am…. i’m sick very siiiiick

[void-speaking]

I am sooo siiiiick of my bodyyyyy~ 💃🏼💃🏼💃🏼 every single time I tell myself I have to work, it goes through the same stupid motions:

I need to work -> ugh, my stomach hurts… -> no really, it’s getting painful… -> am I actually going to vomit?? -> *trip to the bathroom later* ahahaaa now what, douchebag body?? There’s nothing left in there! Aka: nothing to stop me from working! -> my body really aches and I’m exhausted… but I’ve endured worse! -> *trembles* …don’t. 😐 -> aaand panic attack 🤗 repeat panic attacks until I officially give up even thinking about working 🤪

But naaahnahnah, I didn’t qualify for disability. Not because I’m not disabled, they just didn’t contact me for 8 months only to deny my application because they never actually pulled my records I signed for release 🥰

I’m mad. So very, very angry. And I keep asking myself “maybe I’m just faking to get out of working?” as if I’m some naughty child instead of a grown ass adult who gets very provably, physically sick from anxiety…

[horansqueen]

AM Conversations : chapter 51

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46 || CHAPTER 47 || CHAPTER 48 || CHAPTER 49 || CHAPTER 50

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.2k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- note for this chapter: i hope its not too bad. you can see her friendship with Louis but also how much she loves Niall yea?

one request for this chapter but the camping scene will continue in the next chapter (along with i believe 2 more requests) and there will be sex AND drama :)

Chapter 51 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I was slowly falling asleep after using half my tissue box when the doorbell rang. I jumped slightly and groaned before reluctantly getting up. My feet rubbed on the carpet as I walked nonchalantly to the door. I looked like a mess and it was probably because i actually was and when I swung the door open, I started yawning and my eyes filled with tears.

"Very fuckin' classy, Livi." Louis pointed out as I yawned again.

I raised my nose up as I blinked a few times and showing him my middle finger. He grabbed it quickly and I groaned again, pulling on my arm to get it back without much success.

"I'm siiiiick." I complained again. "Why aren't you nice with me?"

"Because i'm not a nice person, love." he  let out, raising his eyebrows as I turned around to go back to the couch.

"You like people to think that but it's a lie."

I let myself fall on the couch and Louis closed the door before joining me. He leaned against the side of the couch to face me and frowned, his elbows placed on the back of the couch. His eyes got smaller as he studied me and I brought my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees as I felt a shiver cross my back.

"What does that even mean?"

The left corner of my lips raised up and I shrugged with a shoulder, feeling slightly dizzy probably because of the fever.

"That you play the bad boy card to scare people away but I can see right through you." I explained slowly, staring at him. "You are the nicest, kindest, sweetest and most sensitive person i've ever met. You think people don't see it... you don't want people to see it, but we all see it, Tommo, that's why everyone loves you."

He remained silent for a while, just looking at me, and I didn't drop my gaze, I wanted him to know it was true, that I meant it, and that I knew who he really was. He shook his head very slightly.

"Not everyone."

"She loves you too."

Louis trying to hide himself behind a bad boy facade became worse when he and Eleanor broke up. He was always out getting drunk and partying but for some weird reason, it seemed like I could feel his aura. I could sense him sadder than he ever was, even if he showed the world the total opposite. At the same time, I felt very selfish, knowing that I would never have gotten so close to Louis if he wasn't single, but if I wanted to be honest, i'd give my friendship with him up if it meant he and El never broke up. I wanted nothing more than him being happy.

Louis cleared his throat and moved closer, leaning his elbows on his knees and raising his eyebrows at me. I knew he was going to change the subject and it was okay with me. I didn't want to discuss anything he didn't feel comfortable sharing.

"So little Nialler just told me you were still sick."

I chuckled at the nickname and rolled my eyes.

"He's anything but little."

His lips curled into a smirk and it made me smile too. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing and he raised his nose up.

"I know, i've seen."

We both burst into laughter and I grabbed an other tissue before blowing in it. Louis' face changed into a disgusted grimace as I sniffed.

"Good god, stay away from me."

I stuck my tongue out at him and he laughed again.

"You knew I was sick, don't act so surprised!" I argued as he laughed again. "Why are you here, Lou?"

His facial expression changed and his gaze left mine. His eyes found the tv and he stared at it for a few seconds before shrugging and I knew that a lie would come out of his mouth.

"I don't know man, I was at the pub and Niall said you were still sick and I thought hey, Liv's alone so why not pay her a little visit, you know?"

I kept quiet until he finally turned to me and when out eyes met, I sent him a small smile.

"That's sweet of you." I replied, tilting my head slightly. "Now what's the real reason?"

His eyes roamed on my face and I held my breath as his gaze traveled on me. I didn't know why but it made me feel self-conscious and I was well aware of how disgusting I was at that exact moment. I sucked my bottom lip in and waited for what seemed like an hour but I pushed the air out of my lungs when I got a notification on my phone. I grabbed it quickly and realized someone had tagged me on twitter. It took a few seconds for the application to open and when the picture appeared, my lips parted and my heart shattered. I stared at it for a while until I felt Louis' hand on my thigh. I looked up, blinking a few times until his face was somewhat clear again, and that's when I realized I was crying.

"Love, what's wrong?"

The warmth of Louis' hand on my thigh seemed to penetrate through my sweatpants and it burned my skin. I didn't know how to explain how betrayed I felt as I squeezed my phone in my hand so hard it started hurting. The screen was black again but I could still see the picture of Niall with a flirty smile, leaning close to a beautiful girl in a bar. It was stuck in my mind, engraved on my retina, and I felt like it would never come off. I was doomed to see this every single time I was going to close my eyes.

"Olivia, talk to me." Louis added a bit more firmly but still with a soft voice as he moved closer to me on the couch.

I shook my head a bit and felt his hand on mine as he grabbed my phone, tapping on the screen twice to see what exactly had gotten me so upset. I shut my eyes tight not to see the picture again but it was useless. Like I thought it would, it was dancing in front of my eyes and twisting my heart in my stomach.

"Shit." Louis whispered, putting my phone away and moving as close as he could. His hands found my cheeks and his warm palms made my eyes flutter for a few seconds. "I'm so sorry you saw that, darlin'"

Without thinking, I reached for the front of his shirt and gripped it tight in my fists. I could feel his breath hitting gently my chin and I breathed in deeply. He smelled of cold cigarette and mint and for some reason, it was comforting.

"Tell me he didn't cheat on me, Louis." I murmured so low that I barely heard myself. "Tell me it was just an innocent flirt. Tell me he loves me. Tell me he'll always love me."

"It was just an innocent flirt I promise. He loves you and always will."

His voice made a shiver run across my back. I never thought he'd say what I asked but the fact that he did meant more than I could explain. I felt his thumbs brush my cheeks slowly as he wiped my tears before his hands pressed more around my face.

"That's why you came here isn't it?" I ended up asking after thinking for a few minutes. "You saw it and you couldn't do anything so you came here."

He sighed but kept his hands on my cheeks and licked his lips. "I just didn't want to witness that. I warned him, I swear."

"I'm not gonna make you responsible for Niall's mistakes, Louis." I explained, swallowing hard and realizing there was a lump in my throat again. "I just don't know what to do."

With a sigh, Louis pulled me closer and held me close against him as I kept crying on his sweatshirt. We didn't say a word for a very long time until something escaped Louis' lips, something I never thought he'd ever say about his best friend.

"I want to hit him." he whispered angrily.

I looked up, peeling myself away from him with a frown. He turned his head my way and raised his eyebrows.

"Wha?" he asked just as low.

My lips curled slightly at the way he was looking at me. I loved how he didn't pronounce his t's and I somewhat found it endearing, but not as touching as the fact that he was talking about hitting his best friend just for me.

"He's like a brother to you."

Louis stared at me and his lips parted a bit. I knew he wanted to tell me something but he just shook his head and sighed, leaning back on the couch. I felt like what he was about to say was important but clearly, he wasn't ready to say it.

"That doesn't mean he can make my best friend cry."

My eyes got wide in surprise and my expression turned into a bigger smile. I moved closer to him and kissed his cheek, brushing my lips against him and he groaned, making me chuckle low.

"Yea, don't ever do that again." he let out with a grimace before I kissed his cheek again. "Gross."

We laughed a bit and my smile turned into a sad one. I had no idea what i'd do without Louis in my life. It felt like since Niall and I started dating, the friendship I had with him was different, and although it was sort of normal, I missed having a close friend like that. Louis was there, he took that spot and I let him.

"I should go. He'll be there any minute and you may want to have a discussion with him." he proposed as I nodded. "Are you gonna be alright?"

I nodded again and he got up, bending down to leave a kiss on the top of my head.

"If you need anything just text me and i'll come back yea?"

"Mmhm, thanks Louis."

He opened the door but turned back at me to send me a smile before to walk out and close the door behind himself. I held my breath to make sure tears wouldn't fall again and I just got up and turned all the lights off before getting under the covers. The house was quiet and dark but I could still hear and feel the beating of my heart against my rib cage, making me slightly nauseous. I was scared of what would happen when Niall would come back and at the same time, I couldn't wait until he was back. There was also this tiny fear inside me that told me that maybe he wouldn't even come back, that maybe he'd spend the night somewhere else... with someone else.

It was a relief but also even more stressful when I heard the door open after over an hour. As usual, it didn't take him long to join me in bed and when he pulled me, closer, I shut my eyes tighter.

“I love you, Olivia.” he whispered as I felt him nuzzle my neck. “I’m in love with you.”

I couldn't believe he had the guts to say that after spending the night flirting with an other girl but I swallowed my harsh words and licked my lips before turning around in his arms. He jumped a bit in surprise and chuckled low. I looked at his face, the love I felt for him hitting me hard just like every single time, but stopped myself from touching him.

"How was your night?" I asked a bit rudely before he shrugged.

"Not bad, was fun."

I held my breath for a while and swallowed hard again.

"Who was there?"

"Oh you know, Louis, Deo, Willie, Mully... the usual guys night."

I frowned and shook my head again. I didn't want to fight but we had to talk about it. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep if I didn't know what exactly had happened. I needed to know even if I was pretty aware that it was about to hurt like hell but in the end, not knowing was just as bad... maybe even worse.

"No girls?"

He frowned and chuckled awkwardly. He didn't want to answer and I just decided to keep talking. I wanted him to admit it to me before I had to tell him that I knew. I wanted him to be honest with me the way he always used to be, or almost. I wanted him to confess to his mistakes so I knew he really did think they were mistakes.

"Pretty brunette, maybe?"

"Oh, yea, Heidi was there, but we barely talked."

My heart dropped in my chest and I blinked a few times again, seeing the picture of Niall with that girl behind my eyelids. It was clearly not Heidi.

"First of, I was not talking about Heidi." I pointed out, feeling suddenly pissed. "And second of, Heidi is not pretty."

We remained silent for a few seconds and he finally cleared his throat. His fingers played with the fabric of my shirt and I realized he knew exactly who I was talking about. I was not sure what stopped him from admitting it to me but the more he hesitated, the more hurt I was getting.

"Some girl randomly sat next to me and we talked. She was pretty and she flirted with me."

I felt my heart drop inside my chest and I swallowed as I teared up. I was glad the lights were off and that he couldn't see how hurt I was from his behavior. Even if he was flirting just for fun and had no intention to cheat, it was still painful.

"You flirted back." I whispered before licking my lips.

Despite the darkness in the room, I could see his traits softening as guilt appeared on his face.

"I flirted back." he admitted so low that I barely heard.

I swallowed again but couldn't stop the tears from falling on my cheeks. I ignored them and cleared my throat, hoping my voice wouldn't crack as I tried not to think of his fingers that had slipped on the skin of my waist.

"Why did you do that?" I breathed. "Am I not enough for you?"

His grip tightened on my waist and I held my breath as he tried pulling me closer. I didn't budge and he closed his eyes, swallowing too. Something was happening to us but I was not sure what. Maybe it was also my fault, maybe I was too intense, too insecure, too plain. Maybe dating me was not what he had imagined... maybe I was not how he expected me to be. No matter what mistake I made, though, nothing could make me think that what he did was justified.

"You are. This has nothing to do with you not being enough."

"Then why do you keep doing that, Niall?" I asked a bit louder. "Why do you need all that attention from other women? Why doesn't the fact that you keep hurting me stop you from doing that?"

"I don't know."

I heard him sniff and moved my head slightly closer but my heart jumped in my chest when I realized he was crying. He was clearly tired and a bit tipsy but I stared at him as he tried to keep his tears in. I saw his bottom lip shake and I closed my eyes with a frown as I tried to do the same.

"I don't know petal, I really don't know."

Without thinking, I moved closer and wrapped my arm around his neck. I felt him brush his nose on my skin and held him close as his arm slithered around my waist. He pulled me against him and my heart broke when I heard him sob, his mouth pressed on my neck. He held onto me like his life depended on it as my tears fell silently down my cheeks to his forehead. Watching him so sad and guilty about hurting me was some sort of relief even if it still hurt like hell. I didn't know how long we hugged each other tight but when he talked again, I started biting my bottom lip hard.

"I'm so sorry." he whispered as I felt his lips brush on my skin. "I don't know why I did that again, I don't know, at times I get so scared... so fucking scared, Liv."

"Please, don't ruin this. Niall i'm begging you, please don't ruin this. I love you so much, you're everything to me."

"I love you too." he murmured, his lips trailing on my jaw until my mouth. "I fucking love you."

His lips quickly parted mine as he turned us around to lay on top of me. I heard him groan in my mouth as I brought my knees up and my hands in his hair. I had no idea how this turned into a lustful moment but I wanted him so bad and I needed him to show me he wanted me too.

"I don't care about them." he whispered again in-between kisses. "You're my best friend, my lover, my girlfriend. It's you I care about."

I felt one of his hands get between us to pull my panties aside and I noticed he had pulled his boxers down already.

"Promise me you'll never do that again." I asked in a begging voice. "I need you to promise me."

I held my breath when the tip of his dick pressed between my legs and pushed my hips closer to feel it slip inside me. I bit his bottom lip but not hard enough to hurt him as I felt myself throb around him.

"I promise. I fucking promise, i'll never do that again. Never."

He bucked his hips my way and I let out a short but loud whimper when I felt him completely inside me. He didn't wait and started thrusting in and out of me as I gripped his hair tight, my fingers twisting some of his locks as my knees trapped him against me.  It felt amazing, my head was throbbing hard, and I knew we both wouldn't last.

"Petal, I love you." he whispered again before groaning. "Mm, fuck, I love you so much."

I started pulling on his hair and my whole body tensed when an orgasm reached me. I started shaking beneath him as he fucked me harder and I moved my hips against his in rhythm with his thrusts. I felt him quiver over me and the fact that he was cumming made me feel dizzy. His body finally relaxed and he buried his face in my neck again but after a few seconds, his mouth found mine. We were both panting, our parted lips brushing against the other's and It suddenly hit me. I believed him. I believed every single thing he said. I believed he loved me and I believed he was never going to do that again to me. I didn't know why he did that and I had a feeling that he did but it didn't matter, as long as he kept his promise.

"I swear, Olivia." he said, pulling away slightly to look in my eyes. "Was the last time."

I swallowed a lump in my throat, remembering the girl from the bar but my eyes never left his. I nodded and he sighed in relief before kissing me gently again.

"I love you too."

                                                ---

"I knew this camping idea was a bad one." I groaned when Niall handed me his scarf with a laugh. "Nothing funny! It's freakin' october, Niall! Who had this idea?"

"Your fuckin' Romeo that's who." Louis pointed out with a grimace as he looked through his bag. "It's probably the only camping site still open. They clearly only allow dumb fucks."

"That says a lot about you, Tommo." Niall joked with an amused smile.

"I was forced into this by your bloody girlfriend, who was forced into this by your stupid ass."

I laughed at his annoyance and took a step closer to him, putting my cold fingers on his arm.

"Like you're not happy you'll spend two days cuddling that cute girl you brought with you, what's her name again?"

I glanced at the girl I had seen at the bar who was a bit further, chatting and laughing with Harry's girlfriend while he was setting up the tent.

"Briana."

"Cute."

I sent him a smile and he rolled his eyes at me but I could see his lips slightly curled and it made me chuckle. Louis seemed happier and although I knew Eleanor was still on his mind at all times, I was glad he could enjoy the presence of an other girl in his life.

We set the three tents and Niall started a fire. I sat by it as Harry sat next to me while Louis was talking low with Briana and Niall was gone to get some food in our tent. I noticed that Harry kept glancing at me and I smiled a bit more before raising my eyebrows.

"What?" I finally asked as he smiled more.

"Nothing. You seem happy."

I shrugged and looked away without answering. After what had happened with Niall recently, I couldn't say everything was perfect, but I wanted this relationship to work so bad I was ready to make all the efforts needed to keep it and make it better.

"You seem quite happy yourself." I just pointed out without answering him. "What's your girlfriend's name again?"

"Carly."

I stared at her for a few seconds and licked my lips before nibbling on my bottom one.

"It's a good thing we broke up so you don't have to date a 5 like me, you can date models now."

He remained silent until I looked up at him and sent him a small smile.

"First, you're not a five." he explained, raising his eyebrows up in a way that told me I shouldn't argue with him. "And second, well that's not how love works, Liv, you know it."

A bunch of memories of us came up to my mind and I turned around to look at the fire again. Everything was so simple with Harry yet I couldn't stop thinking about Niall. Now that I was with Niall, nothing was easy but I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. There's no one else I would want to be with. I looked up as Niall was coming back with a pack of cookies and felt the left corner of my lips curl into a sad smile.

"Sometimes, it feels like that's exactly how it works."

Niall sat next to me and instinctively, I moved closer to him. It was so cold outside, especially at night, and I was not sure I really wanted to be there but at the same time, I couldn't pretend it wasn't fun, just very fucking cold.

"Okay, let's play a game!" Briana proposed, making me lay my head back against Niall's shoulder.

"No no, no game, it always ends up into a real big mess."

I felt Niall's lips on my forehead and heard Louis laugh.

"Olivia has a bad history with games like that, darling, you don't want to go there."

I heard Harry chuckle next to me but just closed my eyes, enjoying the way Niall was holding me against him, his arms around me. I could feel his stubble scratching gently the side of my face and I turned to kiss his jaw, making someone around chuckle again.

"Okay then, tell us how you two met?"

I opened my eyes again to be sure they were talking to me and I smiled, turning to Niall who had the exact same amused expression as me.

"When I was four, Olivia moved in a few houses away and we met. She was six and she acted like she was so much better than me!" he related, still staring at me.

"I did not!"

"It was winter, she had the biggest french accent I ever heard, and she was annoying as hell so I threw her a snowball and it hit her right in the face."

"The shoulder! It hit my shoulder! You're not as good of a pitcher as you think you are!"

"Turns out our moms became close very fast and she was always home, so we sort of became friends like that." he added, ignoring my comments but still staring in my eyes. "And I feel lucky because she's the best friend anyone could ever have."

I felt my heart melt and sent him a fond smile.

"And Niall's the best person I ever met, he's got a heart of gold."

He smiled more and bent down to kiss my lips as I heard a few "aww's", some real and one slightly sarcastic, probably coming from Louis. Everyone started laughing and talking about how they met but all I could do was stare into Niall's eyes.

"You're my person, Niall." I whispered, licking my dry and cold lips. "You've always been and you always will be."

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 246: Plot Whiplash

Previously on BnHA: Hawks handed Endeavor a copy of Re-Destro’s NYT bestseller and was all “ಠ_ಠ READ THIS!!” He then flew off back to the PLF and was all “hey guys just got back from handing out free copies of Destro’s book to everyone in a 1000-mile radius, which absolutely nobody asked me to do, well anyways you can thank me later” and they were all “SWEET.” Back at the Endeavor HQ, Bakugou got all fired up to BUST SOME HEADS but Endeavor’s sidekicks were all “WAIT FOR THE PLOT YOUNG MAN.” Meanwhile in his office, Endeavor discovered a secret code in the book Hawks gave him, which basically read “HEY WHAT’S UP THE LEAGUE HAS TAKEN OVER THE MLA AND HAS AN ARMY OF 100,000 PEOPLE” and Endeavor was like “!!!!” And then we cut to the League and Toga was all “IN FOUR MONTHS TOMURA IS BLOWING THIS SHIT TO KINGDOM COME” and then the chapter just ended. Sometimes it be like that.

Today on BnHA: Tomura sits down with Ujiko who monologues a bit about Quirk Singularity and then starts some sort of quirk-upgrading process which will apparently take four months to fully set in. And also he’s like “oh btw let me tell you about One for All” so THAT’S A THING NOW, GREAT. We then cut back and forth between Endeavor and Hawks, who both somehow come to the weird conclusion that THE INTERNS ARE OUR ONLY HOPE NOW using logic that is hard to explain on account of THERE ACTUALLY ISN’T ANY LOGIC BEHIND IT, SHHH. But anyway, so Endeavor figures out the rest of Hawks’s message and he knows that Hawks is trying to figure out what the League is up to, and something something that’s why the internships are so important. Like, I get that the Terrible Trio are future legends in the making, but these guys are seriously like “well okay let’s just go ahead and rest all our hopes on them” out of the blue, and Hawks has this big monologue about how “THINGS WON’T GO ACCORDING TO YOUR PLAN, VILLAINS” and okay then!! And then the last two pages are basically just DID SOMEBODY ORDER SOME HYPE with more shit going on than I can possibly sum up so I won’t even try lol. But damn.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity afterward, and added a few ETAs in the process, but aside from that there are no changes.) 

okay guys, I’m feeling kinda under the weather today, but I know this chapter’s gonna be good so lesssssss gooooooo. bring me back to life Horikoshi

(ETA: lol well there sure was a lot happening in this chapter, that’s for sure. my head hurts.)

oooooh it’s a sexy Jump cover celebrating season 4!

I really need the anime team to step up and give Ochako and Tsuyu some more screentime in the Basement Arc since the manga did not do them justice. there’s only like a 20% chance of that happening, which is depressing, but it’s 2019 and the winds are slowly changing, albeit at a geriatric pace. so I’ll allow myself to have some hope. you never know

YEAH SON LOOK AT THIS COLOR SPREAD Y’ALL THIS IS RAD

hello I love everything about this. the colors, the focus on our best girls, Deku’s bizarre-yet-awesome assorted sci-fi accessories (Deku do those headphones let you communicate with space or what), and of course, the five million TVs in the background which for some reason all appear to be from the 70s. all of this to remind us to TUNE IN TOMORROW FOR THE LONG-AWAITED SEASON 4 DEBUT. I will definitely tune in! the first episode is just gonna be the usual half filler/half clip show, but honestly season 3 was so good that I could sit through a whole hour of nothing but highlights and still be thoroughly entertained

anyway let’s move on because there are GAMES AFOOT, and we’re hopefully about to learn which direction this arc will be headed in!

OH SHIT OH FUCK

yep, that’s him. Shigaraki “destruction incarnate” Tomura. I see we’re getting our weekly dose of “just a reminder that WE ARE SCREWED” even earlier than usual this chapter, huh

so does anyone else get a chill up their spine every time Ujiko makes an appearance, or is that just me? like, god. he may honestly be even creepier than AFO. he’s just completely soulless, this guy. he’s got like this Mengele vibe to him (though that may be kinda dicey to compare horrific real-life atrocities to fictional ones in a shounen manga, but I’m just trying to explain why I find him so disturbing) and it really freaks me the hell out, ngl. anyways so him wearing a surgical mask and standing in front of this weird examination chair is pretty much the last thing I need right now. go away Ujiko

so Tomura is all “I want it cuz you promised, so pay up jackass”, and like. fair, though

I really like this new art style Horikoshi’s been using for him since his Awakening. kinda curious how it’s going to translate to the anime, or even to a color spread. but at the very least in black and white it looks siiiiick

smh look at this little punk trying to downplay how insanely freaking overpowered his quirk currently is

okay first of all, “President Baldy” is only alive because you left him alive. and he also had to chop off his own legs to stay that way. like, what kind of argument is this, Tomura? “this power is far from invincible, all my enemies have to do is amputate their own limbs and then they’ll have me right where they want me.” you know what, just go on and destroy the world right now kid. you’re getting greedy now and it could be your undoing

that is a nice parallel between him and Deku there, though. now I’m craving some Symbolic Artwork of them standing back to back each holding out their scarred right arms. maybe with their respective mentors in the background. here at BnHA we prefer our parallels nice and dramatic

sdskfjlaskdj

son of a bitch. I really wish he wouldn’t say that with such utter certainty. “the next conflict will be our last.” cue me flipping through the BnHA table of contents and trying to determine just how far along we actually are here, because this is veering dangerously close to Final Battle signaling, and like, ALREADY?? TOMURA ARE YOU JUST BEING THEATRICAL OR ARE YOU FOR REAL OMG. motherfucking DARK LORD’S LIPS curling into the WICKEDEST FUCKING CRESCENT I’VE EVER SEEN, fuck me

(ETA: it occurs to me on readthrough #2 that “the next conflict will be our last” could be interpreted to mean him and All Might specifically. like, the last conflict between the two of them. and that might very well be true, and would not surprise me at all. shit.)

fjsgk now Ujiko’s talking about research. and quirks!! glkjlkl

fully expecting the camera to cut to some NOUMUS any second now oh my god. also trying not to think about how crazy ominous that fucking chair looks. and how many people this maniac has probably strapped down to it and done god knows what to them. hey Horikoshi you know what, I’ve had just about enough of this dark shit, can we please cut back to my kids now I’m feeling too unsettled. goddammit

anyhow of course we are NOT cutting away, and Ujiko is continuing to talk about quirk evolution, and now segueing into a speech about that quirk singularity thing. -- which he apparently named?? wow

is he actually going to do something to Tomura? holy shit?? this whole time that they’ve been talking about this “power” I’ve just been assuming it was something external, like some other handy dandy villain resource that AFO’s just been sitting on or something. this is not where I expected things to go. didn’t he just get an upgrade??

anyway so here’s a brief summary I just wrote up of The Past Six Months of BnHA:

Deku: [gets a new quirk]

everyone: bruh. Horikoshi really out here giving Deku AFO Powers while Tomura just sits around starving to death on a couch. what the heck

Horikoshi: [powers up Tomura to the point where he can destroy anything just by it being in contact with something that Tomura happens to be touching] [has Tomura use this power to level an entire city]

everyone: -- oh. okay, you know what, never mind --

Horikoshi: [gives Tomura an army of 100,000 people] [also gives him command of 11 extremely lethal and nigh-unstoppable killing machines, just one of which was almost enough to take out the number one hero, LITERALLY THE STRONGEST GUY THE GOOD GUYS CURRENTLY HAVE IN RESERVE]

everyone: okay we’re sorry we get it you can sto --

Horikoshi: APOCALYPSE IN FOUR MONTHS!!!

everyone: WE GET IT WE’RE SORRY PLEASE

Horikoshi: [GIVES TOMURA ANOTHER POWER-UP]

everyone: [curled up in fetal position sobbing]

starting to think the mangaka might be the actual final villain here. hmm

anyway. so I guess we have four months until Tomura ascends to Actual Godhood and proceeds to rain hellfire down upon the world. what are you all gonna do with your four months. I personally have a lot of stuff to binge, but knowing me I’ll probably just waste all my time reading fanfic while youtube videos play in the background which I’m not paying any attention to. what am I doing with my life

oh were we not done hyping him up? there’s more??

(ETA: I got so caught up in the OFA comment I didn’t pay attention to Tomura becoming a beautiful decayed butterfly in this exquisitely creepy panel here. but damn.)

-- HOLD THE FUCK UP. does Tomura know about One for All??? because I was under the impression that AFO hadn’t told him? this would change a lot if he knew this entire time, holy shit?!

aaaaaaaaand exactly one panel later Horikoshi is all “no he didn’t know calm the fuck down” lol

okay then. so he didn’t know, and he’s only just finding out now. well tbh that’s still worthy of a smiling crying emoji face though :’) this is fineeee

shit here we go oh shit

-- WAIT, SO WE’RE JUST CUTTING AWAY FROM THEM? NOW YOU CUT AWAY? YOU GET WITHIN INCHES OF CONFIRMING THE FUCKING ALL FOR ONE FOR ALL THEORY AND THEN IT’S JUST “ANYWAYS HERE’S ENDEAVOR” YOU KNOW WHAT, HORIKOSHI, I --

just. come on dude. AFOFA 2019! let’s make it happen! dammit

sigh, so looks like it’s back to the admittedly-still-epic “Hawks passes down secret information about the villains to Endeavor” plot. I guess we’re not exactly hurting for good plots all around. I may complain but honestly we are spoiled

so Hawks is saying that he actually doesn’t know the specifics of the villains’ plans yet. well shit

apparently his feathers can only pick up sounds from short range, and the villains keep escorting him away whenever they get to talking about the good stuff. well at least that explains that potential plot hole from last week. Hawks’s feathers may have a short range, but Horikoshi’s plot hole caulking gun can fill in leaky plot holes from fucking miles away. amazing

ffffffff

don’t mind me I’m just sitting here fretting about Hawks continuing to be in mortal danger and risking his life to gather information in a race against time against the end of the world. Horikoshi out here piling up stakes like a freaking vampire hunter

but in the meantime, everyone please stop what you’re doing for a moment to look at this absolute unit of a bellhop slash security guard

apologies Lord Vader he was just trying to get to the dining hall. my bad. as you were

and holy shit I hope you enjoyed that light comedic break because two seconds later Re-Destro has dropped in to fixate Hawks with one of those Lightly Menacing Smiles he’s so infamous for. so that’s just fucking great!

HAWKS WATCH OUT FOR YOUR FINGERS

omg. imagine, a showdown between the two stealth murder MVPs of the series, Yotsubashi “Sleeper Hold” Rikiya (yes I did have to look up his real name just now) and Takami “Tag Em And Bag Em” Keigo. true, RD may no longer have legs, but he didn’t need them to choke out our little mouse buddy now did he? anyways speaking of which I just remembered that I fucking hate Re-Destro and I honestly hope Hawks does kill him. it’d be pretty easy to fit him into a bag too. he’s basically just a torso and arms now

oh sure Horikoshi go ahead and spring this on me after all of that ranting why don’t you

by the way does Re-Destro have Robot Legs now, or

looool he does

I will say this for Horikoshi, he knows my weaknesses. more robot limbs please. either badass or memeable ones, either is fine

meanwhile I skipped over this panel of Hawks and Twice being buddies in order to get to the legs, and shame on me for that. let’s go back

Twice is a genuinely good guy and I hope Hawks can tell. I wonder how fake this smile is. I feel like it’d be easy to relax around Twice regardless of how tense you are about your secret spy mission which could go south at any time. anyways this is wholesome

and now we’re cutting back to Endeavor who is taking his sweet time reacting to this whole thing. Endeavor can you fucking chill with the poker face already geez

okay wait, what

are you serious?! I fucking can’t with this lady. “now make sure to throw these children directly into the line of fire! it’s good for them and builds character!” I’m sorry, I thought this was the Hero Public Safety Commission, not the Putting Juveniles Directly Into Harm’s Way Commission?? at least change the acronym to something more appropriate then. Heinous Pathetic Soulless Cowards. just a suggestion. jesus

anyway so for a moment I got confused as to whether this was implying that she’d told Endeavor about Hawks’s undercover mission. but it seems like he’s still unaware. shouldn’t be too long before he puts the pieces together though at this rate

lol in the very next panel, even

meanwhile you’re just sitting on your ass reading a book! FUCKING DO SOMETHING ALREADY, ENDEAVOR

so he’s thinking that the “preparation” part of Hawks’s message is referring to the interns. let me back up a sec and write down the entire message as he’s read it thus far

“four months from now / rising to action / until then / will send / signals / in case / of failure / preparation / numbers”

...read like that, it really does sound like Hawks is advocating to get as many soldiers ready as possible. even if that includes actual children. including Endeavor’s own son. shit. I mean, I get that they don’t have much of a choice, but that’s still so fucked up. sure, we as omniscient readers know that Deku is their one and only hope, but they don’t know that. as far as they know these are just a bunch of teenagers with less than a year’s worth of experience that they’re propping up on the front lines. and the plan is then... what? hope they don’t die too quickly?? fuck

Hawks is out here having an argument with me in his thoughts. you wanna play it like that, Hawks? fine

I don’t know what kind of “but” you can tag on to the end of that paragraph that could possibly win me over, dude, but go for it I guess

and we’re finally cutting back to the kids in question now! with Burnin’ casually trying to crush Kacchan’s hopes and dreams

okay but I love how both Deku and Shouto are like “easy there buddy, we got you” and trying to keep Kacchan from having a fucking aneurysm sob. JUST TRY AND HOIST HIM ONTO SOME DUMB SIDEKICKS, LADY. YOU’VE MADE A POWERFUL ENEMY HERE TODAY

oh shit

oh my god. are we going to get our first actual interaction between the three of them that doesn’t consist of them grumbling annoyed introductions at each other and then running off to fight an old fortune teller omggggg

I love how Deku and Bakugou look weirdly intimidated by him lol. Bakugou where did all that “YOU’RE KIND OF A JERK” confidence go all of a sudden

YESSSSSSS

GODDAMMIT, I’M STILL SO MAD AT YOU GUYS FOR BEING ALL “LET’S JUST MAKE THE CHILDREN DO IT,” BUT DAMMIT THEY KICK ASS THOUGH SO I CAN KINDA SEE YOUR POINT

NOW HAWKS IS METAING ABOUT THEM AHHHHHHH

DAMN STRAIGHT THEY WOULD HAVE. BRING ON TOMURA AND ALL OF HIS STUPID POWER-UPS. WOW I’M WEIRDLY HYPED UP ALL OF A SUDDEN WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME

AND FUCKING LOOK AT THIS TWO-PAGE SPREAD AHHHHHHHHHHH

MOTHERFUCKER [WHIPS OUT PEN AND NOTEBOOK] TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BITCH

so Ochako and Tsuyu did indeed go back to intern with Ryuukyuu again! makes sense, she is a top ten hero after all. who’s that with them, though? almost looks like Yanagi from the hair and the mask, but the costume looks different? hmm

I CAN’T BELIEVE IIDA WENT BACK TO INTERN WITH FUCKING MANUAL AGAIN. THIS GUY IS THE BRAN CEREAL OF HEROES. though I fucking love him though so yeah it’s fine

JIROU AND SHOUJI TEAMING UP WITH GANG FUCKING ORCA AW YISS BOYS THIS IS THE GOOD SHIT LET’S GOOOO

KOUDA AND MANGA TEAMING UP WITH WASH OMG. MANGA IS THE ONLY ONE ON THAT TEAM WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING SPEAKS. IS WASH’S SIDEKICK SOME SORT OF BROOM PERSON OMG

A WHOLE FUCKING ACRE OF KIDS HAVE ALL GANGED UP ON THIS CAVEMAN-LOOKING FELLA I DON’T EVEN RECOGNIZE. WHO ARE YOU. DID YOU CROSS OVER FROM THE FANTASY AU

KIRI BACK WITH FG AND BROUGHT TETSUTETSU ALONG FOR THE RIDE HELLS YEAHHHH

KAMINARI AND SERO WITH KAMUI WOODS AND EDGESHOT I’M HYPERVENTILATING AHHH. AND SHIOZAKI TOO!! I’LL JUST PRETEND I DON’T SEE MINETA THERE IN THE CORNER. MIGHT BE TIME TO DUST OFF THE OLD “CANCELLED” STAMP AGAIN BUT WE’LL SEE HOW THINGS GO

WHO ARE MOMO AND TOKAGE AND MINA AND AOYAMA (WHICH BTW IS THE GREATEST HERO TEAMUP OF ALL TIME HOLY SHIT) TEAMING UP WITH!? TELL US. AND PONY AND MONOMA. GODDAMMIT HORIKOSHI

whew! anyway. they’re all still screwed, but by golly that was nice to have that little invigorating breather of life and hope

LOL OH SHIT THERE’S ANOTHER ONE

okay, SOMEONE TELL ME RIGHT THE FUCK NOW WHAT ALL MIGHT IS LOOKING AT OR I’M GONNA LOSE IT. holy shit. he was researching the past users of OFA, wasn’t he? WHAT DID YOU FIND OH GOD. he’s not just upset, he looks one step shy of fucking crying?? did he learn about what happened to Nana’s son and his family, maybe? shit shit shit

so Yanagi is interning with Kendou then? so who was that with Hadou and Ryuukyuu and the rest. one of Ryuukyuu’s sidekicks?

IS THAT FUYUMI (SPOILERS FUCKING YEAH IT IS) AND WHY DOES IT LOOK LIKE SHE’S FUCKING PRAYING OMG. it looks like she’s kneeling at a family altar?? like saying a prayer for someone who is PRESUMED DEAD, maybe?? LIKE MAYBE A LONG LOST TWIN BROTHER OH SHIT OUT OF NOWHERE THE HYPE DON’T STOP!!

AND WHY DOES NAO HAVE HIS HAT OFF AND CLUTCHED TO HIS CHEST LIKE HE’S TELLING SOMEONE BAD NEWS. GOD WHAT THE HELL EVEN ARE ALL OF THESE PLOT THINGS HAPPENING ALL OF A SUDDEN. LIKE I DON’T KNOW WHERE TO LOOK NEXT

KUROGIRI AHHHHHHHH

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ERI’S HORN!? DOES ANYONE ELSE SEE THIS?? AIZAWA??? HELLO!?!?

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, TEAM OT3. TIME TO FUCKING SUIT UP. APPARENTLY. WELL ALL RIGHT THEN. [JACKET ZIP] [GUN COCKING SOUND EFFECT] LET’S GO PUNCH ‘EM IN THE MOUTH

y’all. this chapter was like plot whiplash. this went in so many different directions and hinted at so many different things that I’m at a complete fucking loss as to what to process first. but I guess the interns are gonna save us all, somehow. lol okay then

[sloppyritch]

-taps on mic- is this thing on?

yo, it’s been a hot fuckin’ minute, huh? sorry for going mia--my muse ebbs and flows and it ebbed for a while, but the bitch is back!

sort of.

i’m gonna be slow. it’s inevitable. it’s just how i be. if anybody’s still around who wants to write, could ya give this post a like?? we can continue where we left off, we can start anew--whatever works for you (look at that siiiiick fuckin’ rhyme)!

glad to be back.

also, i hope everybody’s stayin’ safe, what with the virus and all. i am sending you all well wishes and lots of love!

also also: is xkit fucked now? she ain’t workin’ on this end and idk if i’m just an imbecile (which is a very real possibility) or what, but.

[spycethra]

Title: Dress me

Pairing: RK-900 x Reader

Relationship level: Coworkers/ Silent Forbidden Attraction 

Rating: Fluff

Summary: You’re having a bad day and call off work for a sick day. RK-900 isn’t having it, but you refuse to go unless he figures out what you should wear. 

“Ugggghhhh, I dun wanna…”

You groan miserably as you burrow deeper beneath the covers of your bed.

For some reason, RK-900 felt it necessary to perform a house call. Something rather unheard of when a person called in sick. But then again, it was you who called in sick.

“Humans require at least ten to fifteen minutes of sunlight a day in order to fulfill their vitamin D quota,” Richard explained firmly before throwing open the curtains in your room, forcing the evil sunshine in.

“Nooooooo,” you whined, sneaking a pillow beneath your blanket fortress to bury your face within, “I’m siiiiick. Go awaaaaay.”

“You are not ill. Your white blood cell count is optimal and there are no changes in your body temperature.”

“How do you even know that?” You grumble back with another moan.

The light was somehow bleeding through the fabric of your blanket. Suddenly the entire thing was hurled upwards and cast aside, much to your embarrassment.

“I-I- You can’t-!” You were too stunned to stop him as he reached to grab you only to manage to snatch your flailing ankle as you scurried away in retreat. “Let go! I’m not going back to work, Nines!”

“Malingering is a serious offense, Examiner.”

“I’m noooot though!”

Your surprised by how small you are in comparison to him. His entire hand engulfed around your slim ankle as though it belonged to a doll. You didn’t have long to muse about this, however, as he dragged you back towards him, hauling you up into a standing position - much to your despair.

“Let’s go, Y/N. Don’t make me have to dress you.”

And then an evil thought came to mind. How far would Richard go to make you see this silly crime scene? Certainly that cold sea of code couldn’t withstand every situation, could it?

“Fine. Dress me.”

It’s at that moment that you feel his platform tense against you as he struggles not to hold you too tightly.

“...That’s.. unnecessary. Dress yourself.”

“I’m not going unless you pick something for me.”

“I’m not your caretaker.”

“Then why are you even here, Nines?”

A deep silence fell between both of you and you knew you had him. He couldn’t look you straight in the eye. Instead, he gave an interesting sounding growl before dropping you back on the bed. A swirl of bad thoughts filled your head but they were immediately quelled as he determinedly marched toward your dresser.

He’s really gonna do it…

You rolled onto your stomach to watch him in amazement as he proceeded to examine the drawers, awkwardly lifting the contents with the most adorable confusion.

“...How do you pick… which undergarments to utilize?” he asks you slowly while seeming entirely adrift in a world not his own.

He lifts up a lacy thong without looking at it directly, merely showing it to you while his LED is bursting red.

Oh my god. He’s trying to be MODEST.

Your hands cover your mouth as you contain a scream at his unanticipated cuteness.

“U-Um, well, sometimes it just depends on my mood,” you reply while wondering what he’s going to make out it.

“...Your mood?”

“Mmhmm.”

You rest your chin atop your interlaced fingers as though conducting a business deal, yet in reality you were just tormenting the poor android.

“What… are you feeling?”

You could tell he did a very in depth scan of you a few moments prior, but indicating an actual mood was still an unattainable art.

“What do you think?” You ask playfully, crawling to the edge of the bed to paw at his perfectly built shoulders.

Your surprised at how he stiffens at your touch before slowly relaxing. The red that adorned his temple is now a simple amber as he turns his head to you.

“You’re…” He watches your face for its every detail. “You’re happy.”

“So what would I wear?”

He frowns slightly as he really tries hard to calculate just what you mean. Honestly, you don’t even know what you’re saying. You just want to see what result he ends up with.

“This… I must admit is difficult.”

“Mm? Why is that?”

“Because I am conflicted.”

“Why’s that?”

“You are familiar with my updated features as the RK-900, are you not?” he asks rather seriously yet still careful, as though handling glass.

It surprises you but the mystery makes him all the more enticing as you lean closer.

“Of course, I do. But what are you trying to say, Nines?”

“I don’t need just a heartbeat or breathing pattern to know what you’re feeling… I can activate my advanced olfactories.”

“Meaning you can smell better. Okay, so what does that mean to me?”

You can’t tell why he’s so hesitant to say. The crimson circle is back and blaring. He seems so nervous that you wonder if he might short circuit if you don’t do something soon.

“I said you were happy just now. I was dishonest. I meant to say that you were excited.”

“Okay?” You still couldn’t fathom what sort of excitement could rear such a-

Oh... OH.

Now you can’t look him straight in the eye.

No. He couldn’t. Could he? No! That’s not… Why would they give him that?!

You cover your mouth, not trusting yourself to say anything anymore.

God. And he had to wear the tight black sleeveless shirt today too… Motherfucker. 

“Y/N?”

You give a strange ‘mm?’ as a reply that sounds way too high pitched to be your normal self.

“I don’t think that I am capable of accomplishing this task.”

His answer hits you hard in the gut. Of course this would make him uncomfortable… Now you suddenly feel like some sort of creep for asking. It was just supposed to silly joke… and instead it felt like the ultimate rejection.

“I-uh… Yeah. I understand. But… If you could… Could you tell me why?”

You at least wanted that.

Is it… because I’m not an android? Or maybe because I’m not good enough? Is it just...  me? 

The thoughts would only continue to eat away at you until the investigator told you himself for certain.  

It felt like ages before RK-900 gradually turned to you, his eyes unable to meet yours as he mumbled something under his breath.

“Uh, sorry. Didn’t catch that. I don’t have your unique hearing after all.”

His jaw clenched, worrying you a little, before he boldly met your gaze with piercing blue.

“As of this moment, Examiner... I would prefer you with nothing on.”

“...”

And that’s how a very unprecedented relationship between lady and machine began.  

AN: So I saw a few Reader x Character fics for DBH and wanted to try one out for funsies. Hopefully someone enjoys it. 

[albapalacio]

Your art is so siiiiick! Have you ever streamed or planned to stream? I would love to see your process for your digital paintings especially your knights! I always have trouble working on armor with the shine, but you do it very well and the way you add the color shines is so cool and i've never seen it done before! Do you have a gumroad or patreon?? I saw your old post on your process, but was wondering if it's been updated. Thanks for sharing! :D

Hello there anon!

Thank you so much!! I am happy to hear you like the light and the shines of what is my favourite type of style.

Yeah, this summer I was preparing myself for streaming and upgrading my internet just for this, turns out, my mac is really old and when I tried recording myself painting and stuff it was too much. So, for now I can´t.

I have in plans making a gumroad soon (step by step and explaining some process of my chaotic colouring and offering all the brushes I have from all this years for example) and I have asked a bit my artist friends on how to do it right, and if there is enough people interested and my schedule permits it I would love to open patreon for art tips and share process.

So I can´t say yet when because life but it is something I have started.

Again, thanks for loving armors and colors x3.

If I can give some advice, there is a lot of trial and error on this pieces, I keep a lot of layers and I play with opacity and layer effects when I have the light and the color more or less situated so later my focus is on bringing the important volumes and lights in the places I want before going to the last step that is detail.

For me it´s really helpful starting with few colors (but important ones and sometimes strong ones so I can see if it´s the right feel I seek) when I have the form and figures. I start a lot of the cases with paint stains and not lines. Other times I have the silhouette or the figure and the colors come later in overlay and then I work from that. For the hard lights in the paintings I have different brushes that I like to experiment with if I seek a texture or detail.

[kingdomofkitten]

Aggretzoo: Changing a Diaper

Judy: Okay, relax, Violet. Mommy will get you changed, very quickly.

Retsuko: Alrighty, Ikari! Now, um....do I remember how to change a diaper?

Haida: Aww, calm down, buddy, don't cry! Dada can do this!

Nick: ....Violet. Shut up. I'm trying my best.

Jack: Okay, got the diaper out-*Violet pees on him*.....you're Wilde's daughter, alright.

Resasuke: ....what am I supposed to do with this?

Tsunoda: Ummmm, nah, there are things I'm willing to do, but not this, biiiiitch~!

Clawhauser: ...I can't do this! What if poop gets on my fingers? I can't have donuts with poop on them!

Finnick: *removes Violet's diaper* This is going to make a SIIIIICK time bomb! >:D

Fenneko: *removes Ikari's diaper* This is going to make a sick time bomb. :3

Judy and Retsuko: WHO LET THEM NEAR THE CHILDREN?

[hangonimevolving]

Attempting some gratitude, for once.

I need to post this, before the thought and the mood from which it’s sprung both dissipate into thin air.

I suck at gratitude, on the whole. Seriously, I do, and I know I need to work on that. I’ll spare everyone my sob stories, explanations, justifications, etc. for why I have had a hard time with gratitude in recent years, but suffice to say - I am aware that I suck at it, and I heard somewhere that the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one.... so fine. I admit it. I’m ungrateful and unappreciative in my life most days.

But today, I’ve had multiple - MULTIPLE - moments of just feeling this weird, inexplicable, warm and fuzzy, happy, sigh-inducing THING just bubble up in me. And I was like WTF is this feeling?! Why is my tummy all glittery and light? Why am I sitting here on the sofa smiling for no damn reason?! OHHHHH! Wait! Is this.....gratitude?! HOLY SHIT, I think it is! So I’m gonna write it down and note it for all posterity. I, Evolver, have felt gratitude on this 7th day of September, 2018.

It all started last Saturday night, where, right in the middle of Labor Day weekend and my sister Rithers’ visit to our hike in Miami along with her hubby, Uncle K, and her kids H20 and NiNi, our 5.5-year old Vevvy fell ill. We thought that perhaps he was just overly exhausted from a long and happy day in the pool when he felt warm to the touch on Saturday night, but mid-day Sunday, during a beach excursion - Vev’s FAVORITE thing in the world, he completely fell apart, acting listless, fatigued, and not having fun at all. One look at him, standing statuesque on the beach, staring out to sea longingly while tears rolled down his cheeks, said it all: “what is going on?! I’m so confused, mommy! I’m in my favorite place in the world, and yet I feel so miserable! What is happening to me?!” A hand on his forehead revealed that he was burning up. Without a moment’s hesitation, Dr. Spouse loaded him up in the car and headed for home, while I remained at the beach with Dey to host Rithers and co. a while longer. Poor Vev needed a shower, some kiddie Tylenol, and bed rest, stat.

the “I am siiiiick” face :(

Over the next seven - SEVEN! - days, Vev would continue to have relentless fevers or 101-103F even with continuous children’s Tylenol and Motrin. He also developed monster congestion in his sinuses and nose, headaches, body ache, and general fatigue. I was sincerely shocked and more than a little intimidated by his congestion snot (keeping it real), which was so thick and oppressive, it would choke his throat and inhibit his from breathing if he dared to rest in even a semi-reclining position. 

The poor kid had no choice but to be completely upright if he didn’t want to gag on his own phlegm, which meant that he (and by transitive property, I) could really sleep no more than 90 minutes at a stretch for four nights straight. He was miserable, and I was doing everything I could to help him, staying with him each night either on an air mattress in my bedroom, or just holding him against my shoulder/chest in my bed while he desperately tried to sleep and breathe at the same time. I felt awful for him, and mused for a moment about parents whose children have respiratory disorders like CF who live their lives this way.... good health is such a blessing that we all take for granted.

As much as I hated every minute of Vev’s suffering, there was something a bit nostalgic in holding him sleeping in my arms for several consecutive nights. Wasn’t there a time in the not-so-distant past where this was the ONLY way he’d sleep?! I bitch and moan all the time about how clingy, dependent, and non-self reliant my kids are — but it has been years since Vev needed me at night this way. My Vevvy has grown up a lot.

And to his credit, despite all this sicky misery, he was really a trooper while ill. Against his traditional character, when sick or not, he really didn’t complain much - just went quiet and kept to himself for days, forming a little nest on the sofa each day with a warm blankie, big box of Kleenex, and his iPad, not really asking for much at all except quiet and rest. He never really complained when I had to give him medication, and he did his best to heed my urges to drink clear fluids even when I could tell he really didn’t want to. And - forgive the TMI here - but you know your kid is really growing up when they begin to have some way of forewarning you and/or running to the bathroom on their own steam and hitting the preferred target of the toilet when they’ve gotta vomit. Fortunately, Vev only puked twice this week, and I suspect that too was only bc he gagged on his own copious snot — but both times, he announced “throwwww uuuup!” to me before sprinting to the loo and handling affairs with no mess and accurate aim. HALLELUJAH! This should be considered a major developmental milestone!!! (And yes - poor, poor kid! I really am glad it was only the twice, because that must have sucked a lot for him!)

Yeah, so.  He’s growing up.  Way to go, buddy!!!... and, sniff.

(supposedly this says “Mommy I love you ”...  but he always starts writing at the bottom of a page and works his way up.  He may also be of the mind that “Mommy” is spelled “mom-E.”  Yes, we’re gonna work on it)

It was only yesterday, Thursday, that we got an official pediatrician diagnosis of his illness: the flu, as in the legit flu virus, or Influenza A. The word came too late for antiviral medications to be of any great use to him, unfortunately, but I was grateful anyway that we got a halfway-decent pediatrician BRILLIANT nurse practitioner who needed my assertive request demand for a prophylactic prescription or Tamiflu for Dey. We’ve had shitty luck in South Florida with pediatricians who appear to be reactionary and unnecessarily nonsensical in their responses to my requests for help - but this time, our pedi NP was A+. She treated our family like competent, educated people and did things that made sense as far as ensuring this highly-contagious virus wouldn’t spread to another healthy child living in the same household. I wish she could be our regular PCP (but of course, I bet she can’t be, bc she’s not a doctor. Grr, fucking managed care. Oops, hold it - I’m supposed to be channeling gratitude here, not my customary bitchiness. My bad.)

Anyway, speaking of Dey, I’ve got to brag about him a bit here too. At 3.5 years old, Dey’s baseline is definitely chill, go-with-the-flow, glass-half-full, and a pleasant, happy and easygoing “whatever you want, dude!”-ness that Vev NEVER was at that age. It’s been really awesome to see. But this week, his general outlook on life, combined with impressive moments of being a team player, cooperating, helping out, and exhibiting formidable empathy really made me sooo proud.

It’s certainly understandable that he’d be potentially jealous that his older brother got to skip an entire week of school while he still had to go. It would be even more understandable since they are actual CLASSMATES at school this year (yes, our Montessori school groups ages 4-6/preschool, pre-K and kindergarten in one classroom, so they’ve been together at school and at home since the start of the academic year). So I was very impressed when Dey accepted his brother’s illness and his need to stay home from school, while he was forced to go. Without one word of complaint, he’d get up each morning, eat his breakfast, get washed up and dressed out in uniform, gather his things, then visit Vev quickly and dispense a goodbye hug and a “hope you feel better, Vev!” before loading up in the car for school drop-off. What a trooper. At afternoon pick-up, when I’d ask about his day at school, he’d say with a little frown, “oh, school was okay...but Vev wasn’t on the playground.” It was kinda weird feeling my heart simultaneously break a little, but also burst with pride at how much he loves his brother. Sweet kiddo. 

At home, each afternoon he’d run excitedly to Vev to see how he was doing, his face full of hopeful anticipation that perhaps today, Vev was feeling better and could play with him... but when he’d find Vev too miserable and tired to play, his face would momentarily fall in disappointment, but then he would muster some compassion and understanding, silently shuffle away, and find a quiet game to do in the vicinity, just so he could be nearby without disturbing Vev. Or, cuter still, he’d snuggle down on the opposite side of the couch as Vev, and tune his iPad into the same YouTube video Vev would be watching, so they could give each other silly smiles and glances during the funny parts. The boy would periodically race off in the house to find his toy doctor kit, and would affix his little plastic stethoscope to his ears so he could “give Vev a checkup” and “make him feel better.” 

(Dr. Cutie Pie is in)

It was adorable, man. His whole world spins because of his brother. It’s so touching. I don’t know how it is that I managed to have two kids who love each other so much, because karmically I’ve done NOTHING to earn this. My sister and I were rotten to each other as kids, and only really turned a corner on it in our... what, our late 30′s?!  Haha :)  But I’m so grateful for these two dudes. These two little people are the best of friends, and they can’t live without each other. The feels.

One more funny brag about Dey. Dr. Spouse and I often jokingly refer to him as Dory, i.e. the lovable blue fish, voiced by Ellen DeGeneres from the Disney movie “Finding Nemo.” Dory’s schtick is that she’s easily distracted and has short-term memory. 

Fittingly, Dory is one of Dey’s favorite cartoon characters, and he’s not shy to let the world know....

Anyway. Remember that whole prophylactic script for Tamiflu? Mind you, I was so grateful to get it. But. Ummmm, pediatric Tamiflu tastes FOUL. It is seriously the most bitter, disgusting, viscous goo I’ve ever gingerly licked to mentally prepare myself for my kid’s reaction to. I began fearing Dey’s reaction, and the ensuing tantrums to come over the five-day course of the drug. But I spoke matter-of-fairly to Dey about how this was a medicine he’d need to take to keep himself healthy, and that it would be a little bit yucky, but that I’d give him a HUGE spoonful of sugar right after to make it taste better (and THANK YOU, blessed Mary Poppins, for your genius). 

 Luckily, little Dory just took my words at face value without any further thought, opened his mouth, and downed the nasty shot of devil’s semen Tamiflu that I dispensed into his mouth. Immediately his face went every shade of red, purple, and white, with a coordinating expression like “what the hell is this shit?!” — but I swooped in there prepared, like a crack-smoking Mother of Batman, giving him a swig of water then heaping a MASSIVE spoon of white sugar directly onto his tongue. The result was nothing short of magical - the kid instantaneously closed his eyes in pleasure, turned up his cute little round cheeks to the ceiling with a huge smile on his face, and loudly cooed “Mmmm!” as if it was the best damn thing he’d ever eaten in his life. Moments later, the sugar fully dissolved, Dey matter-of-fairly reminisced with a RainMan-esque tone, “hey mommy, that medicine was kind of yucky for me. Kind of salty. Kind of spicy. But the SUGAR WAS YUUUUUUMMMMMY!” I worried that at the next dosing (and man, the kid’s gotta take it morning and night, poor little dude) he’d run screaming from the salty spicy medicine, and wouldn’t fall for the sugar trick — but amazingly, when I announced “medicine and sugar time,” the child came RUNNING to me with a huge grin on his face like he’d just won the lottery. He gulped down the medicine like a champ, swigged the water himself, then began changing “Su-gar! Su-gar! Su-gar!” till I ladled a bit into his mouth.  Naturally, my mind spun forward a bit, concerned that his ease of overcoming the Yucky Taste Barrier and downing this stuff for a cheap reward might translate into some unsavory teenage and young adult behaviors (err, tequila shot champion in the making?!  Please god, help us).  But, for now - eternally grateful for my little Dory’s easy distractability and forgiving memory!!! Vev, at that age and even now, would have NEVER gone along with this!

(is it just me, or do they even kinda sorta look alike, Dory and Dey?  No one else sees it?!  No one?!!!  Hmm...)

Anyway. In conclusion, it’s not normal for me to have something kind of bad happen, like the flu hitting one of my kids, but finding some good in the mess. But here I am, in spite of myself, awash in all the warm fuzzies.

1. I’ve got two healthy, happy kids, when many people have children with serious health issues and have to live their lives watching their kids sick and miserable all the time

2. my kids are growing up, becoming wonderfully independent, self-reliant, empathetic and helpful. But they still sometimes need me, and that’s nice too.

3. They both have such fun, distinct personalities.

4. I admit that it’s pretty awesome that my second kid is so chill. Love them both to bits, but if kid #2 has been more ornery and neurotic, I think that would have sucked. Having a chill kid #2 is a godsend.

5.  They frigging LOVE EACH OTHER.  It’s a goddamn brotherly love fest up in here.  

6.  Last but not least - the flu sucks, but it isn’t forever, and life will go on.  Soon, in fact.  And we’ll be onto the next adventure together.  Look forward to seeing what it’ll be!

[hellagoodhaylor]

My Experience Meeting Taylor Swift.

On November 13, 2017, I FINALLY did it. I finally met Taylor Alison Swift. ON November 11th, my friend Jessie ( @ouatofthewoods ) invited me to attend a super top secret event in New York City and I of course bought a plan ticket almost instantly. I flew into town late Sunday night and went back to Jessie’s apartment to sleep.

On Monday morning, we got up and got ready and then headed to the Taylor Swift Pop Up Shop. We got to take a bunch of cute photos with Taylor’s props and shop around. While standing around at the pop up shop, Bethany ( @swiftkitten13 ) walked in and I freaked out. Neither of us knew the other was coming. Bethany and I are both from Texas and literally just a few weeks before she was talking about we didn’t have any luck with secret sessions or events that are Taylor related. Neither of us knew the other was coming.

After the pop up shop, we went and ate at Meltshop while I was waiting for Jessie to get out of class. She got over of her class and we went back to her apartment to get ready. We got ready and then went to the secret meet up spot. We had absolutely NO idea what was going on. We got to the meet up spot and I saw Bethany, Hannah, Sarah, Tori, and Jess and once again, I freaked out at how many of my friends were there! We got into our line, got our wristbands, went through security, and lined up to get on the bus.

In this line, they gave us what they called “bus bands”. They put a white wristband on my wrist, checked for my “bus band” and then they let us on the bus. They were obviously playing Reputation on the bus and we were all jamming out. 

Once everyone got on the bus, two girls who were working the event hopped on and told us we were going to a top secret location to view the new “Making of a Song” video before everyone else. After they told us that, they let us jam out to Reputation the rest of the ride.

The event ended up being on top of the pop up shop. When we got to the location, we checked in our coats and got our wristbands registered. I went from there to get a “Reputation spritzer” which was champagne/wine with a rock candy sucker in it. From there, I went and saw all of my friends. WE were all excited and had no idea what to expect. Jessie ran into people that worked for Taylor and said hello while I got cookie dough from the cookie dough bar. As I was eating my cookie dough, one the girls Jessie knew that worked for Taylor came up and said “If I were you guys, I would be by the screens soon.” So Jessie and I walked back and got a seat in the very front and center. 

About 10 minutes later, a girl came out and explained that we were going to watch a few “never before seen” videos. We got to watch the “I Did Something Bad” Making of a Song, an extended cut of the Secret Sessions video, and the full version of Taylor’s performance of “New Year’s Day” at the Rhode Island secret session. As soon as the video ended, Taylor walked out from behind a curtain and everyone freaked out.

She came around and touched our hands and then took the mic and talked about how crazy and exciting this week had been and thanked everyone for all the time they spent loving her. She talked about her happiness and you could see how genuinely happy she was. 

Then... she said she was so thankful that we came and said she wanted to say hi and take pictures with everyone. Everyone FREAKED OUT! So she said “see you soon!” and a lady came onstage and explained how it was all going to work. The “bus pass” was actually our meet and greet wristband. They took us in by the color of our wristband. Green wristband went first so Jessie and I hung around with our friends. My favorite thing was Steph looking at Jessie and I and saying “god dammit, motherfucking finally.” lol

We got our things and noticed that Andrea, Taylor’s mom, was standing around meeting people so we went and got pictures with her. Scott, her dad, was also waiting to meet fans but while we were waiting to get a picture with him, they announced that it was time for the white wristbands to line up to meet Taylor so Jessie and I ran to the line.

While in the line, we met Tree, her manager. She saw me and said “we’ve met before, right?” and I said “no” and she said “you look really familiar, it must be the red hair.” and we talked a little bit before keeping up with the line. When it was close to time, the lady Jessie knew that told us to sit by the stage cut off our “bus pass” and then took down our wristband number. 

Then... it was finally time. The security guard outside of the curtains opened the curtain and I saw her. She pulled me in for a giant hug, then rubbed my arms and said “the dress is BEEEEAUTIFUL on you!” and I said “thank you!” and Jessie came in and hugged her and said she saw her on Saturday Night Live and Taylor thanked her for coming. Then I told her she did a great job and she said “thank you so much!” and then I said “I just have to tell you... I picked up a guitar because of you.” and she said “Aw!” and held her heart and smiled. Then I said “the first song I ever learned was fifteen.” and she said “siiiiick! That was SO long ago!” and then we took our photo and I said “i am an idiot and forgot my contacts at home so I have to take my glasses off.” and she said “girl, I’ve been there! I get it. Then I got Lasik.” and then we took our picture and I started to walk away and Jessie told her a personal story and she grabbed Jessie’s hand and pulled her back in for a hug. Then Taylor looked at me and said “You guys are beautiful!” and I blew her a kiss and she smiled and did a cute little dance. Then the curtain closed and we walked out and I just lost it.

I was sobbing and we got recorded/interviewed by ATT/DirecTVNow. Then Jessie and I made a video to remember everything before calling our parents while sobbing. After that, I went to find all my friends and they were all so happy for me. I was STILL sobbing! While standing there, Jess came up behind me, hugged me, and said “I TOLD you it would happen!” and I lost it even more. Those moments with my friends were so incredible.

After that, we hung around for a little bit until they started to kick us out. We started to leave and we got gift bags exactly like the Secret Sessions ones! We started to walk to the Subway and Jess and her guest, Igor, called out to us and we stood and talked to them for a while before getting on the Subway. Down at our train, a bunch of people from the party were gathered and we all stood around and talked before getting on the train together. It was so fun, but when we reached our stop, I had to say goodbye. It was truly the best night of my life. I’ll never forget this night that came straight out of a dream.

[ghostwise]

femvulcan replied to your photoset “me: ha, ha, i will start playing star trek online in a completely...”

!! i have this downloaded on my xbox but i haven't played it yet. Is it fun? :o

It's actually pretty fun! I’m struggling with the gameplay because my internet connection isn’t the best, but here are some features I’ve encountered so far:

- Fully customizable characters. You can choose just any background (so you don’t HAVE to be just Starfleet). - Fully customizable uniforms. Your ship is customizable too! - Your crew is customizable, not only in appearance, but their abilities as well. You encounter NPCs that can either join your crew or train one of your crew members, if you’re out of space but want their skills. - The flight mechanics are siiiiick, and the backgrounds are so pretty! if the map areas are too intimidating and you can’t find where to go, you can click a little button and it automatically charts a course to take you there. - There is a chat box. I don’t interact but people seem pretty active! - The missions are set up to feel like ‘episodes’; when you start a new mission a title comes up, complete with cut scenes and dialogue options. Very interactive. The voice acting is kinda corny but I don’t mind it much lol. - In your first mission you fight Klingons and Borg and it just feels like cheesy good fun. I feel bad for my crew though! These kids just graduated, why are they fighting Borg?? Let them relax! Ha’an is still tired from finals!

Mostly I am dying during the space battles. I find it hard to maneuver and coordinate my attacks at the same time. :’(