#i could talk about this for a biiit

[popstart]

people that pussy out of including beth in mean girls aus REALLY miss out on whats a super fascinating dynamic between the Heather + Lindsay + Beth trio ESPECIALLY in the context of them being the most popular girls in a highschool.

not using beth in mg aus bc shes weird and lame and "doesnt fit thematically" or some bs is BOOORRRIINGGG.

Can you not play with that at all. Are you really that void of creativity that you think someone like beth could never be even a little popular just by association with Heather

Can you not imagine Heather taking up Beth as either a challenge to fix or someone to take the fall for her when people inevitably have a problem with something she does.

Can you not imagine beth snatching up an opportunity to be seen as something other than a weird and lame loser because shes been seen the same way her entire life and desperately wants to get away from it.

Are you seriously so fixated on characters so boring and overused that you cannot see something right in front of you. OPEN YOUR EYES

[aakeysmash]

Another little soft mechanic!Sukuna drabble because I love him ;( gets literally a biiit suggestive but it’s not super smutty!

“I don’- thin’- she like- dat.”

You groggily turn around, woke up by your boyfriend’s mumbles. You didn’t really catch what he said, but you just want to sleep, so you don’t pay it no mind. You scoot further on your side of the bed and start to fall asleep again, when he gets back on saying random things.

“Range Rov’r… so small… wan’ marr- ‘her…“

“Sukuna, stop, I’m tired, I can’t sleep with you talking” you respond, giving him a delicate shake. He’s tired too, you know it, and that’s why he’s talking in his sleep: he only does that when he’s exhausted. For the last month he’s been working extra hours at the garage he owns, saying it’s because “you both deserve a great vacation this year”. When you asked why, he rolled his eyes and ignored you. The tips of his ears were red.

He whines, barely waking up. He slightly opens one eye, sees you far away from him on your shared bed and scowls. Lately you haven’t been together a lot, apart from the times you try to study in his office with your headphones on to not hear him curse like a sailor, or, well, like a mechanic. He wraps one of his arms around your naked waist and bumps your body against his own.

“Gotcha,” he hoarsely says. You chuckle lightly then try wiggling away to sleep again, but he doesn’t budge. The long hours he spends under the cars have given him the most amazing muscles you’ve ever seen, but those come with a lot of strength too.

You relax in his hold while he draws random patterns on your skin with his calloused hand. It’s summer, you’re both naked because he says he likes to feel your skin on his. The only time you complained about being sweaty he grinned and said he knew other ways to make you sweaty, so now you only bring out the topic when you want to get dicked down good and fast.

You reach around his body to place your hand on his back, head below his chin. You could kiss his neck if you’d pucker your lips a little, that’s how close you are. You’re starting to fall asleep again when he whispers in your ear something you don’t understand.

“What?” You ask softly.

“… lov’ ya,” he slurs, before beginning to snore a bit. You smile to yourself, getting impossibly closer to him and drifting off to sleep.

[chimindity]

Let's stop arguing

Summary | your brother knows how to win an argument. Request by @/anon

Pairing | Rafe & sister!reader

Warning | a biiit of dark!rafe being toxic towards his sister; It's fluff at the end.

A/N | highly inspired by my usual routine at night😭 without the rafe appearance obviously (sadly..)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ׄ 　۪ 𓂃 ੭୧ 𓂃　۪ ׄ

It was always the same, Rafe grounding you for the slightest thing ever. You forgot to close the door behind you? He starts to argue about how unmannerly you are. You don't want to eat? He will tell you how ungrateful you are. You're starting to get sick of him acting as if he were the dad of the house.

You are peacefully removing your makeup in your room, so you obviously have the light on since it's already late at night. You quietly hum your favorite song as you gently remove your mascara. Everything is peaceful until you hear your brother's footsteps coming toward your room. -"Do you know what time it is?" You recognize his usual tone, which always leads to an argument.

You turn around to face him. -"I'm just removing my makeup, Rafe," you quietly mumble while trying to clean your eyes with the cotton pad. -"I don't care, hurry your ass up and hop to bed already," he sighs, leaning against your door frame, arms folded across his chest as he stares at you. -"Well, if you could stop yelling at me every time, I would have already been in bed by now!" You throw the dirty cotton pad in the trash before picking another one.

-"What did I tell you about talking back to me?" Your sudden reaction causes him to step closer to you. Now standing beside you, he starts tugging on your hair. -"Hurry up before I give you another way to remove your makeup," he grins, watching your eyes welling up with tears already.

You wrap your hand around his wrist, hoping he would loosen his grip. -"Rafe! You're insane! I'll be quick, I promise you," you wince at the slight pain you feel on your scalp. As soon as he hears your voice crack, he loosens his grip. Only your sobs are being heard in the room. - "I hate you, Rafe!" you mumble, wiping off your tears with the back of your hand while you still remove the gloss on your lips.

-"you are a crybaby. I didn't even tug that hard," he rolls his eyes and slides his hands into his pocket, watching you struggle to remove your makeup. You hear him sigh behind you before he steps closer, yanking the cotton pad from your hand and helps you remove any leftover gloss on your lips.

His grip on the back of your neck as he tries to gently remove it. -"Jeez, what kind of makeup is that?" He chuckles and pulls away after a few seconds. -"I still hate you, Rafe. Now get out of my room," you hiccup, pointing out the door. Your brother shakes his head while smirking. -"I'm sorry, alright? I was being mean. Do you forgive me now?" He sits at the edge of your bed, fidgeting with the soft blanket beneath him.

You shake your head, slipping out a 'no' as you clean up your vanity. -"You're no fun, sis. Hey, get back here." As soon as he sees you walk away, he tugs on your shirt to bring you in front of him. -"I said I'm sorry, okay? No need to be a stubborn baby," he gently tucks a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. You sniffle as you look at him. -"You always do this! Telling me you will stop arguing with me and you—" As soon as he hears you ramble, he cuts you off. -"You always give me a reason to argue after you," he chuckles, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

-"Say sorry to Rafey, come here," he sighs, wrapping his arms around you. You hated him, and even more when he tries to comfort you after being yelled at by him. -"I still hate you," you mumble in the crook of his neck, and feel a light tug on your hair once again. -"You're such a bad liar," he grins, still hearing your hiccups vibrating in your chest.

That's when he brings his hand behind you to start rubbing your back. He knows your soft spot, he knows you can't resist him when he does this. At the slight touch of his hand, you melt into him and wrap your arms around his neck, now resting your cheek against his shoulder.

-"There we go, just needed your brother, huh?" He chuckles to himself as he keeps soothing you, his hand sliding on your back while he kisses your head. -"You must love arguing with me from how often we argue," he whispers in your ear. You shake your head and snuggle further into his chest.

This is how every argument ends up, you being snuggled in Rafe's chest, him telling you how sorry he is and that it won't happen again.

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[yestrnight]

how much do I have to pay for svarog sex 😊

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ DILF ROBOT FUCKERZ !

FROM: svarog / afab! reader

SUBJECT: the underground of belobog is a cruel, dark place where it's a competition of the fittest. sweet, little clara is lucky to have svarog as her guardian, but you're even luckier to be able to... heh, get to know him ;)

MESSAGE: nothing to pay but ur dignity babygurl 🥴

( uh me and my doujinshi writing ass at it again; reader is a SL— /svarog counterattack/; overstimulation; robot fucking… duh; svarog is treated as an oversized vibrator cuz that is what he is!!! )

you're not exactly sure when clara pulled you into her little family dynamic with svarog— the svarog, leader of the vagrants, protector of the underworld, and for the longest time, the barrier between upper and lower belobog. sure, you liked telling her the children's stories you've read from natasha's bookshelves, and accompanying her around as her personal bodyguard while she looked through scraps to find supplies for the vagrants.

but you feel like, even as clara tugs you by the sleeve, that stepping foot into the svarog's lair is a biiit too much.

your cold sweat and pale face as the large, rickety gates swing open for clara (and you) says all that needed to be said. your stiff body follows clara as she pulls you inside. "um, clara…" you start, your shaky voice betraying any kind of macho you try to summon. "i don't think this is a good idea… i'm from wildfire, you know? svarog and our relationship is a bit… y'know."

clara's a smart kid. of course she knows. but she looks up at you, as innocent and hopeful as she can be, and pleads with you. "it's okay!" she says. "i've told mr. svarog all about you before! in fact, he's the one who told me to invite you, just so he can properly thank you!"

"h-he did?!" is all you could yelp before she and her traffic light perkins whisked you away to their home.

a few moments later, you're face to face with the big bad robot himself, his lone red eye peering down at you seven foot above. you gulp, clenching onto clara's soft hand for support. "h-hello, sir svarog…" your voice cracks. "nice to meet you…?"

"my data says that meetings between parents and their children's educators are common between human life forms," his deep and rusty voicebank echoes throughout the room. "a parent-teacher conference, they call it."

you shrink further into your uniform. "um… i'm not really her teacher…" your voice is so small even you yourself can barely hear it.

"that is obvious," he states. "according to your data, you lack the qualifications for being a professional educator. nevertheless, you've taught clara a great many things. she is… happy, whenever she talks about you. i hope you continue to spend time with her."

"i told you!" clara leaps up with joy and clings to your arm. her smile is so great that it gives you a literal heartache as it squeezes from how cute she is. "mr. svarog likes you!"

you swear svarog's eye glints, and you double swear his gaze is directed at the red bandanna wrapped around your arm. you'd give him the staredown too, if you were brave enough, that is. after all, what kind of robot needed pants anyway?

that robot needed pants because he needed to hide the luggage he was packing underneath. because if he had that out in the open, you swear any of your cowardice would have evaporated and you'd climb that big hunk of metal like a tree just to get that branch inside of you.

AHEM! what you meant to say was… oh, whatever, no use saving the very little dignity you have left. 

the first time you drool over him is when he protects you from the cold. it was a wildfire expedition gone wrong and you underestimated a rogue robot, and the vagrant camp was so unfriendly without clara around. frostbite made you delirious, so any sort of fear vanished when you yelled through the rusty gates for some sort of savior.

only when the world begins to go dark do you feel a giant metal hand cup your back, and your feet swing in the air. when you finally come to, it's by the crackling fireplace. the world is still blurry when you sit up and see svarog’s hulking body looming over you. in other circumstances, you might have run away as soon as you can, but the near frostbite has made you delirious, and… well, svarog’s looking too sexy for a piece of scrap metal.

“ngh, ah ♡~” svarog’s one metal hand is large enough to encompass your whole lower body. he cups it as gently as a warforged robot can, and he bullies your throbbing clit with his finger while you’re left shaking under him. his red eye glints as he observes your expressions– drooling and eyes rolled back, a happy grin on your face as you rub back against his finger. “m– more~ more please!” his cupped hand bounces you up and down, and you squeal in delight as it heightens the stimulations even further. 

“y– you can vibrate, right?” you gasp when svarog rubs your clit juuust right, and you pleadingly look up at him with tears in your eyes. “th– that makes sense… robots all– ngh! r-right there, please– vibrate, don’t they? jus’ comes with the machines ‘n all that, hehe~”

you’re quite the talkative one, aren’t you? svarog isn’t exactly used to this, given that all the architects and elites he served in the past were so quiet and distant while they used him. “what exactly are you insinuating, [your name]?”

“oh, come on!” you pout frustratedly. “v-vibrate for me, will ya? i need more! this isn’t cutting it for me anymore– a-aaH ♡ yes yesyesyesyesyes! right there, oh my gosh, right there!!”

his data tells him that you’re at the height of ecstasy as he watches you arch your back and kick your feet. your fucked out laughs as you continue to beg for more is the sign that tells him that he’s doing a good job, and putting one and one together, he increases the vibration setting and you devolve into orgasmic screams.

“ah ♡ ah ♡! ahhh ♡♡ wh-what the fuck, svaroggg!!! ♡” the vibration on your poor, swollen clit is too much as he continues to rock you up and down while pressing the vibrating finger down. “i– i never told you to– ahh ♡– increase ittttt!”

“is this not necessary?” svarog questions. he’s so used to cold and unflinching ‘clients’ that he’s not exactly sure what to do with a human as expressive and loud as you. “records tell me that further simulation will bring you to what humans call an ‘orgasm.’”

“i’m, nggh, i’ve already orgasmed, you idiot!” you sob as you flail your legs, squirming and kicking as if that will loosen his grasp on you. “oh, ooooh~ t-too much!”

ah. so this is an orgasm. while this does not fit the algorithmic standards for the measurement of beauty, svarog surmises that this is ‘beautiful’ to him. it’s his reward for a job well-done, as all worthy leaders give to their soldiers. “apologies, [your name], but i fear that my past experiences have not given me sufficient data on what constitutes an ‘orgasm.’ clara adores you very much, and i do not wish to strain you at the expense of her anxiety. so, if you would allow it—”

something pushes at the tip of your hole, and you widen your eyes when you look and discover that he’s slowly bullying his way into you. you grip his metal arms for safety and stare at him with wide eyes.

“if all goes according to plan, you should have nothing to worry about.” you don’t know how to feel comforted when he says it in that apathetic-sounding (yet super hot) voice of his. “human orifices can be trained to take in objects larger than them– i should have you sitting on my… cock, as they call it, at the end of the day.”

[monochromatic-heartzz]

Man. I am in a roll lately.

I've been having so much Sampo on the brain but let's discuss a stupid concept i thought up. This probably won't be long dw. (<- Future Heart here, hi. I lied.)

Could 5 Star Sampo be a Preservation unit?

Now. I know what some of you are thinking. "Preservation!? It doesn't fit him! He should be a very strong dps or an irreplaceable support! Why preservation????" And to that i say, maybe he should be.

But. It's just... i've talked about this in a post before but it was a very short jokey thing that was the first time i'd done an analysis in a while.

Belobog. The planet where its people follow the preservation. They want to preserve humanity and civilization. So they fight to survive, just enough until the Astral Express gives their assistance and they can be free from the pain the Stellaron has given them.

Well, you know, there's a biiit of an outlier in the Belobog cast. And it's, as you know, our old Sampo Koski, Masked Fool who came here to help drive the plot forward. He follows the path of Elation, as all Masked Fools do, and as far as we're concerned there should be no connection with him and the Preservation, and no indication that his views align with it.

WRONG!!!!! Masquerade Duet. Sparkle guesses that the reason Sampo wants his mask back is because of a catastrophe in Jarilo-VI, and judging by his reaction and later words, she hit the nail square on the head.

So?

That's. Kinda it? He wants to preserve the civilization in Jarilo-VI, and all the work he put would be undone if this catastrophe were to happen without interference. All the work he put into helping preserve humanity in this planet. Mmm does anyone remember what happened to an outsider who helped preserve civilization on Belobo- Fire trailblazer.

Yes. It's because they are the protagonist. And they will get every playable path one day, but. Canonically, they become a pathstrider after their views and feelings align with the path.

Let's be real, Sampo loves Belobog. Pretty evident from context clues and dialogue even outside of it. He clearly helped preserve it, though it was from the sidelines and really nothing major.

So. How would he earn being a preservation path thingy?

The catastrophe in Jarilo-VI. His mask.

Gang. I think we found our way.

And yes. Gameplay paths don't equal canon lore paths, we've known for a while. But sometimes narratively ingame paths can be used to deepen a character in one way or another, even if its not stated.

Even though it would be a bummer if he got his big 5 star form and it was a preservation unit. I think it sounds sweet. After probably helping it so much, it would be a nice way to say "Yeah this is more his home than Epsilon ever would be, he has the will of the preservation to show it!!"

I do not know. I am. Once again: spitballing. Don't take this too seriously we have nothing about this guy and im working hard on not crying because i see no new content of him.

This is definitely not a hill i would ever die on. But i rarely see people talking about him being a preservation unit, and i wanted to show the idea a little love

[ballerinainskzville]

Don’t loose your head - Hyunjin one shot

Summary: your boyfriend, Hyunjin, returns from his world tour. With a splitting migraine

TW: 18+! pain, migraines, food, nausea, a biiit of dirty talk

Today was not just another Monday.

Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, was returning from his world tour.

His bodyguards had advised you to avoid coming to the airport to pick him up as fans had started crowding the Incheon airport hours before the guys even arrived. So you and Hyunjin decided that he’ll come back home on his own, to your shared apartment, while you took over the substitution for a fellow art teacher in the school.

Picking up your speed, you walked home from the subway station. The building soon turned up in sight, you typed in the passcode of the building to enter. Hyunjin had texted you while you were a couple stops away that he had arrived home and that he was taking the liberty of ordering food for both of you, asking what you’d like to eat. He had eaten a lot of fast food in the U.S. so knowing him, you knew he hoped for choosing traditional Korean food over your go-to pizza order.

After the drawing live in which he didn’t show his face, he confessed to you that he was having a hard time eating, and his stomach was acting up. You’d freaked out a little over the fact that he didn’t want to tell you his problem in the first place but after calming you down, you gave him a couple of tips and looked up what medication he could pick up to help him ease his stomach.

And it had helped as he didn’t suffer through their Kimmel performance, he had said.

Quickly typing in the passcode of your apartment, you hushed inside. Just a small amount of people knew you both lived in the same apartment. Most people thought you’d lived next door to Hyunjin as this apartment was leased under Hyunjin’s name. The one across was leased under yours. No one knew that the apartment across from you was Hyunjin’s and your art studio. The apartment was filled with hundreds of artworks that both of you had created over the years. And you needed the space for it too.

“Hyun? I’m home!”, you shouted through the apartment when you put your back down and slipped into the indoor slippers. It was dark inside the apartment, the sun was already setting in Seoul.

“Oh”, you heard Hyunjin’s voice coming from the bedroom. Maybe he was changing out of his clothes. If there was one thing Hyunjin was picky about, it was not laying down with his outdoor clothes. You made your way to the bedroom, giddily wanting to hug him from behind while he changed, feeling his skin on yours. He had been gone for a month and you had missed him a lot.

Opening up the door further, you halted when you didn’t see Hyunjin standing by the wardrobe. The curtains were down and Hyunjin was laying on the bed, snuggled in the blankets. Kkami was keeping him company on the bed, nudging Hyunjin’s hand.

“Hyun? Are you sick?”, you whispered and walked closer to the bed, carefully sitting on the edge without taking away the space from Kkami. “Head”, he mumbled and opened one eye to look at you, his head up from the blanket. Only the moonlight shining inside the room, you noticed how Hyunjin’s brows were deeply furrowed.

This was more than a headache. He has another migraine. Hyunjin had suffered from them occasionally, usually before a comeback. Maybe this was where his digestion problems were coming from too.

“When did it start?”, you asked with a soft voice, running your hand through his pinkish-blonde hair. “Headache before we boarded. I took some painkillers but it got worse on the plane. I threw up twice”, he mumbled against his arm, supporting his head up to look at you. You ran your hand down his cheek and it was burning up. “You’re burning, Hyunjin”, you said and turned around to lay on his back instead. Sweat was coated on his forehead and you leaned on to wipe it away. “Burning for you? I might”, he joked with a raised brow before he furrowed them again, shutting his eyes closed. “It’s like someone’s pounding on my head with a hammer”, he whined.

“Rate the pain from 1-10, love”, you took his hand into yours, caressing it with your thumb. “Solid 8. I feel like throwing up again”, he sighed. This was bad.

“That’s not good… give me a sec and I’ll change out of-“, you began pulling away but he stopped you, holding onto your hand. “No, stay. Hug me?”, he pressed out and flickered his eyes open to look at you. His eyes shimmered, glossy. He was in a lot of pain. You nodded, just taking off your coat and putting it aside before you laid down next to him, getting under the cover. Hyunjin scooted closer to you, making Kkami leave the bed. “He’s going to feel better soon, Kkami. I promise you”, you told the sweet dog.

With your arms wrapped up around Hyunjin, he snuggled into your embrace, resting his head against your chest. You massaged his head, from the back of his nape up until his temples. He let out sighs and whimpers as you worked through his hair. “Where’s the pressure the most?”, you whispered against his skin. “Left temple”, he mumbled and buried his face more into your chest, trying to press his head against the building pressure inside his head. You cupped the side of his face gently to move him up and then began massaging his left temple.

“Does this help a bit?”

“Bit”

“Wow, spare me the detailed words, Hyun”, you said and he shot his eyes upon you, giving you his famous side-eye. There it was, his bratty attitude. But he was in pain so teasing him would make you feel more guilty.

“I’m sorry”, he then said which surprised you. You were expecting a sassy remark from him. “What are you sorry for? There’s nothing to be sorry for, love”, you pressed a kiss onto his forehead and he sighed in return. “That I’m in this state after being gone for so long. We wanted to work on the big canvas for your workshop-“, he stumbled over his words and you shut him up, pressing your lips against his plump lips. He sighed into the kiss and moved his lips in synchronization with yours, both of you letting your lips dance in reunion.

You two kissed until the air rang out of your lungs and you pulled away just an inch. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Hyun. You’re back home and that’s all that matters to me”, you caressed his flushed cheek. His eyes flickered between your eyes, lips, and your cheeks. Taking in your face after being apart so long.

“Can I kiss you again? I think it helps”, he whispered and you nodded. With a tilted head, he closed the gap and kissed you again, claiming your lips and your heart. It wasn’t as gentle as it was before, Hyunjin began to shift positions and pressed you against the matters. Your hands were lost in his hair, gently pulling on it. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring it. “Hmm, all mine”, he said into the kiss and caressed your side as he hovered over you. “No more watching each other through the screen”, he tugged onto the belt of your pants, making you chuckle. “I see you’re all better now?”, you bit into his lower lip and he let out a grunt. You laughed a little when the doorbell rang. “Must be the food”, Hyunjin commented and pulled away from you, standing up from the bed. “Ah, fuck!”, he cursed and flew back onto the bed, holding onto his head. “It’s okay, love. I’ll go get it. Don’t lose your head”, you pressed a kiss onto his cheek and he gave you a sour look. “That was so not funny, Y/N”. You gave him a playful shrug and made your way out of the bedroom, towards the front door.

Placing the food order onto the kitchen counter, you walked back to the bedroom. Moonlight still lightening up the room, you watched Hyunjin’s steady breath. He had fallen asleep. Deciding it was the best for him, you guided Kkami out of the room and made your way to the living room instead. You hadn’t finished the book he had suggested you read yet so with Kkami nestled in your lap, you were reading the novel’s last pages. You wouldn’t eat without Hyunjin so you’ll eat once he wakes up.

Which happened two hours later.

“Y/N!”, you heard Hyunjin shouting from the bedroom. “He already sounds better, wouldn’t you agree?”, you told Kkami and lifted the dog, putting the drowsy Kkami into the mattress in the living room’s corner where Kkami preferred to sleep and made your way to the bedroom. “why did you leave me, baby?”, he whined, his cheeks still flush. “You fell asleep, Hyun. I thought it would be best to not disturb you”, you moved closer to the bed. “No, I require a lot of kisses and hugs and cuddles and your attention in general as I’m sick here. Maybe it’s the last time you hug me? The last time you kiss me? Maybe tomorrow, I won’t be here anymore!”, you rolled your eyes and laid back down next to your boyfriend. “You’re such a drama queen, Hyunjin. You’re not dying, you have another migraine”, you traced his jawline with your finger. The ring Hyunjin crafted for you for your first anniversary decorated it. He had a similar one that you crafted for him in the workshop.

“You’re not dying on me, alright? There’s still so much we will explore. Our journey isn’t over yet, love”, you whispered and caressed his cheek. Hyunjin listened to you and nodded, pressing a kiss onto your wrist. “I love you, my angel”, he placed his hand on top of yours. “I love you too, my Hyun”, you smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him. Which he gladly returned.

“Have you eaten yet?”, he asked you as you both were entangled in each other, Hyunjin caressing your lower back as you massaged his head. “Not yet. I waited for you to wake up first. Do you think you can eat some bites? Then you could take the meds too”.

Hyunjin nodded but didn’t let go of you. “Hyun, you have to let me go if we want to eat”, you laughed and nudged his side. “I have another idea for eating”, he smirked with his cocky attitude. “I can’t believe you sometimes”, you rolled your eyes and waggled out of his arms in escape. “Why are you refusing my affection, my love?”, he groaned, giving a playful glare. “That wasn’t your affection but your dick speaking. Seems like your headache has disappeared?”.

He instantly shook his head and then buried his face in his hands, groaning. “No it’s still there!”, he whined. “Come on, let’s eat in the dining room and then return to bed”, you told your boyfriend and he slowly moved out of the bed, following you to the dining room. To minimize the exposure to light, you lit up a candle only and spread out everything Hyunjin had ordered around the table. Silently, you two ate the food. There was much to tell each other to catch up but it was almost midnight and the tiredness of the long teaching day was getting to you.

Once you two were done, you placed the dishes into the sink, letting them be tomorrow’s problem. Grabbing the painkillers Hyunjin preferred to take, you guided him back to the bedroom. The nightstand was set up with a small bucket, wet towels, and a water bottle. Hyunjin slipped back into the covers and you began working on wiping his face and neck with the wet cloth. He was covered in sweat. Wiping him clean, you placed a trail of kisses from his temples to his neck. Even after all these years, you couldn’t get enough of Hyunjin. “You think you can take the painkillers now?”, you asked him carefully. Not sure if his steady breathing meant he had fallen back asleep. He wasn’t, he just nodded with a hum. Water bottle and painkillers in hand, you gave him the painkillers and opened the bottle for him. He gulped down the painkillers, spilling some of the water on his shirt and the sheets. You couldn’t help but smile, wiping the water away from his chin.

“I’m like a child right now; I needed to be taken care of”, Hyunjin sighed and sank back into the mattress. “I don’t mind taking care of you, Hyun. You take care of me every month” You wrap your arms around him again, to which he returns a tighter embrace. “That’s not the same. You don’t choose to have your period. It’s unfair. It’s such a painful cycle each month”, he states, biting your shoulder. “You don’t choose to have migraines either, Hyun”, you caressed his back soothingly. “True…” he yawns and nuzzles his head back into your chest. “Do you feel a bit better?”

“Hammering pain is still there but I’m not nauseous anymore. I think I can sleep. You need to sleep too, you work tomorrow”, he mumbled against the fabric of his clothes.

“The painkillers will kick in soon. You’ll feel better soon; I promise”, you whispered and Hyunjin closed his eyes, drifting off.

[robotlesbianjavert]

what would you say are horikoshi's biggest strengths as a writer and what are his greatest weaknesses?

ooh that's a really good question that i've had to think a lot about. it's difficult cuz while i've read his tenko oneshot and the original my hero oneshot, i haven't read his other two multi-chapter works (oumagadoki zoo and barrage) (though i have seen the raw scans of his other oneshot shinka rhapsody thanks to @codenamesazanka). boku no hero academia is obviously his work i'm most familiar with, and it's difficult to use mostly that as a metric for his skills overall.

on the other hand, bnha lasts for so much longer than his other works and is also so much more recent, so it's the main work that has to show off how growth or lack thereof as a writer, as well as his biggest challenges due to how punishing the manga industry can be and how it would have forced him into situations he may not have experienced with his past works. so in a way, bnha kind of has to be judged a biiit separately from the rest?

anyways with those caveats aside. his greatest strength is always and forever his art, which in manga is at least half of the writing. he has this special little touch with physicality and emotion that like. it's hard to describe how exactly it's different from other artists, who are also often great with physicality and emotion! but horikoshi's art often has that extra bit of weight to it that really sells it to me.

like i've said previously, i also think that he does have a knack for character writing that shines best when he's working with complicated, rough around the edges characters who aren't straightforward goody-two-shoes. shigaraki and bakugou i've already said are great examples of this. endeavour can get more difficult to talk about in this context due to the baggage around him, but i'd maintain that a lot of the series best writing does go to him, shouto, and the rest of the todoroki plotline (although it struggled a bit at the end there). twice, while ultimately a really nice guy, is still a very complicated criminal who gets theeeeee best development in the series. obviously there's toga, normal cute girl of all time.

a lot of that extends to horikoshi's affection for his minor/side characters as well. while i don't think he always nails it with integrating them into the story (fucking shouji. also vigilantes honestly did parts of this better), he does obviously put a lot of thought into them even when he doesn't get to use it. this is part of why i adore spinner so much, because he's that very typical minor side character who could easily be written out but instead gets a fleshed out and evocative role of his own.

i also think that horikoshi has a really strong instinct and potential for great horror/horrific material. again, this is where shigaraki proves himself horikoshi's best character - everything from his initial character design with the hands, the hints and insinuations about his backstory dropped over the first and second acts, all culminating in the beautifully gruesome shimura family massacre that just hits every single fuckin time. i honestly think it's one of the greatest payoffs in the series, basically bar none. (i know people try to give that title to the dabi reveal, but i keep getting taken out by how abrupt that particular instance is) it's the horror moments that make his art especially shine, he comes up with great scenarios, and honestly when he mentioned wanting to try his hand at a horror work after bnha i'm like, all in.

but that kind of segues into my biggest criticism of his writing - he holds back. he gets meek, he doesn't go all in. he had some interview where he admitted that the yakuza arc took a lot out of him because of how dark it got,

this extends to the entire series, especially in how the third arc has shaken out. deku and all might are really big victims of this, where there is absolutely a lot of complex development and criticism you can do with the way their characters are set up, but the story backs down from that to go "well maybe they're just. too heroic sometimes. self-sacrificing. that's an issue right." the 'dark deku' arc is a joke because while deku does extend himself beyond his limits, he never gets to the point of causing real harm to himself and those around him before class 1a swoops in.

i also have my conspiracy theories about hawks and how the fallout of his murdering twice was soooooo weak, where i think the popularity of hawks and his status as a hero scared horikoshi off of doing anything more critical with him, instead feeding that overwrought backstory as a distraction and giving the whole "government sponsored murderer who is wracked with guilt and bitter about the hypocrisy" to nagant. who again he didn't go hard enough with because then deku would have like, something outside of shigaraki to actually deal with. and would have to question the society that he's protecting. whatever.

he's also been so half-assed with the critique and deconstruction of hero society that he's set up, only to hastily and clumsily reconstruct it because superheroes are too cool to reeeaaaaaally say anything about, and also hero society has too many parallels with real life modern society, which might be awkward to critique in a youth magazine meant to satisfy as broad an audience as possible.

and then there's the heteromorph arc. goddamn the heteromorph arc. if you follow me you've probably read this but @stillness-in-green's conclusive write up of heteromorph discrimination as it's been laid out throughout the story and how that arc failed, which i think really signifies either the ways that horikoshi doesn't dig as deep into the concepts he brings up as he should, or doesn't realize how deep he needs to go with them.

i don't know if part of the way that horikoshi holds back or lands on the most boring resolutions for some of the ideas the story brings up is in part due to not wanting to rock the boat culturally, if he doesn't want to accidentally turn readers away after he's worked so hard to get to where he is now as a mangaka, or if it's the workload wearing him down, but it leaves the story half-formed.

i also think his other greatest weakness, which is a brutal one for shonen, is that he kind of fucking sucks at interesting fight scenes. like how much stuff ends with deku giving a big punch. it is my honest and greatest opinion that it should have been iida fighting muscular and uraraka fighting stain either alongside or in place of deku - their characters just had so much more to gain there. but i can also imagine all the fanboys who only care about power stats sneering and asking what iida and uraraka could have possibly done, which i think really speaks to a lack of creative thought not just in the fanbase, but in the writer. horikoshi can spin up all these cool and unique powers, but struggles to do anything really engaging with them. given that shonen fight scenes double as big character moments, it leaves a lot to be desired. big punches can only be inspiring so many times.

anyways. there's probably a lot more i can say. but that involves retreating more of the story than i am willing to do so right now. so alas.

[mikeyforreal]

Hi there, Mikey! I was wondering if you have some headcanons about Robin Buckley? Because I love Robin so much!

dating robin buckley head cannons !

a/n: thanks so much for requesting! here ya go :) also this is intended for afab

cw: fluff, robin being a little nerd

you're always going to her band performances ✰

robin invites you to all of them, big and the little ones

the first time she did, she did it think you were gonna show 😭

but ofc you did !!! how could you miss something like that? it was so important to her and you knew it

as soon as she saw you on the bleachers, her face lit up and she couldn't stop smiling the whole time :)

to the point where the other trumpets thought there was something wrong lmao

and if you're on the cheer team or any sports teams it's even better because then you never miss them, even if robin forgets to tell you

different dates ✰

robin is a little clueless romantically, so she usually asks steve or nancy for their thoughts or ideas

usually nancy gives better ideas in the end

one of your favorite dates was when you two went to get ice cream and walked around hawkins together

speaking of ice cream !

i think she'd really like sherbet in a waffle cone because she swears they taste better

and she always has ice cream at her house

but anyway back to the dates

steve is always third wheeling when she needs a lift to get you or when you're going somewhere that's too far for walking

he swears he hates it but secretly it makes him super happy to see robin get so excited talking about you or seeing the two of you interact, even if its awkward (he's so sweet to both of you)

sleepovers !! it's easy and comforting for her to know that you're safe with her all night :)

some random head cannons ✰

say it with me now,

PHOTO SHOOTS !!

she loves loves loves taking pictures of/with you

if you're on the cheer team or sports team, she has a pic of you in your uniform in her wallet

she has tons of pictures of you everywhere; her room, in a little locket she wears 24/7, on the mirror of steven's cars passenger seat (it's officially her spot fight me)

she loves hugging you from behind :)

always wanting to hang out at your house or vice versa

she learned how to make mixtapes for you

robin is always picking up random rocks that remind her of you

she's always watching whatever movies you want to (and letting you rent them for free)

she def wants to teach you to play trumpet

always helping you with homework

basically whatever it is you need she'll do it, no questions asked

idk why but robin reminds me of the song josie by blink-182 😭 (go listen to it, it's a masterpiece)

i think her love language is quality time or touch

robin is definitely a fast talker, especially when she's excited or worked up

so sometimes you just gotta take her hands in yours and look her in the eyes and politely tell her to slow down

she nods, takes a few breaths and then tells you what happened

if you're on the cheer team, she thinks you look absolutely adorable and beautiful in your cute little skirt and zip up with your name embroidered in cursive

and if you play on a sports team she is in awe whenever she sees your absolutely KILLING IT on the field or court

sometimes she hugs a biiit too tight and you can't breathe but she doesn't mean to hurt you !!! she just loves being close to you and pour it out in her hugs

she loves holding hands ! and she loves kissing your hand, very gentlewoman of her 🧐

she literally loves you sososo much, regardless of any "flaws" or "imperfections"

a/n: i had a lot of fun making this ! thanks again for the request :)

[heycerulean]

(This is for the OC travelling ask game. I'm not too sure about the rules but I'm under the impression that I'm the one giving a description of one of my OCs and you'll tell me which of your OCs will get along with them.)

*You encounter a young man with blue hair and blue eyes. He sports a pair of stubby horns, with one having an accessory dangling from it.

*There was mischief in his eyes but he allows you to approach. He sports a dark blue cardigan and navy blue pants. You take notice that his tail was had some feathers, yet occasionally, you do see a poisonous stinger sticking out of it.

*He refuses to give you a name. (You'll later find out his name is Kazuya. But that is for another time.) His first instinct was to pull a prank on you within the first 5 minutes of meeting you.

*Depending on when you meet him, he could either be an antagonist or just a headache. You later realize that it's mostly because of his creator that he's civil. No matter how much he would rather sow discord and chaos, he would listen to her word. Her word is law to him, despite her obvious discomfort of the fact.

*However, despite that, he often tries to provoke her anger by causing headaches from his misadventures with his spells and potions. Should you participate in these pranks, he will teach you some tricks and give you magic lessons. (Or you could just ask. He'd indulge you but be prepared to have a strict teacher. "All that talent for magic and he uses it for pranks," his creator would say despite smiling.)

*He prefers not to talk about his feelings but he does occasionally give you things you mention you wanted in passing. If he does leave you a note with the gift, he puts his words in the most annoying way possible.

*He's not one for dates but he can arrange an outing to cheer you up should you have bonded enough. Bond with him even more and there is a chance he wouldn't mind destroying the world if it means you are safe and happy.

TL:DR : Kazuya is a powerful prankster who has a lot of talent in magic. He would rather be chaotic but he wants certain people to not be upset with him (still pulls pranks on them though). He carries hints of "villain who'd destroy the world for you" sometimes.

(Haha. Whoops. I gushed about him a biiit too much. XD I hope you don't mind. I'm curious which of your OCs would get along with him should they meet.)

(thank you so much for the ask! kazuya sounds super cool, i love to hear about other people's ocs.) I'd have to say Az, or maybe a young Lexi Mayridge. See, on one hand, Azalea Xirelle could probably relate to him the most; they're both powerful people with a penchant for general mischief and tomfoolery, though Az might find his loyalty to one person a little unsettling. However, a young Lexi- before all the government stuff, maybe back when she was still a student athlete with the world before her- they'd get along great too. He's got spells and potions, Lexi works with magic chemistry; and thought Lexi doesn't exactly have something to be loyal to, she's very determined to reach whatever she sets her eyes on, and i think he'd respect that. Also, third option; Teq Quetzeve. They've probably got the most in common; Teq's a heavy weapons specialist that further specialized into integrating magic into weapons, so I think they could pull off some really cool stuff. Add that to their extreme loyalty and love for jokes, and they'd be a pretty powerful duo. I feel like most of the cast wouldn't be immediately hostile, just very distrusting. Again, thank you so much for the ask- your ocs have always seemed cool and i love Kazuya's design.

[azurefishnets]

Maelstrom

As always, I adore our looovely mod, dearest @laughingmango, not only for coordinating and running Ghost Swap for TEN YEARS over at @fyeahghosttrick (Can't wait for many more in its new format! Ghost Swap is dead, long live Ghost Swap!!) but also for being a delightful co-conspirator & friend. A request for hurt/comfort mixed with cosmic pessimism power couple? Let me just...slip this in here....

You can read the fic at the link above, or the full text is below!

AO3 Profile Fandom: Ghost Trick: Phantom Detective Words: 2522

Summary: In the weeks after the Temsik incident, Cabanela is pressed into service as mediator and somewhat reluctant liaison between his two old friends. The maelstrom of their misunderstanding and regret is beginning to spiral too deeply for even one seasoned navigator to deal with; thank goodness he has someone to keep him informed even when he doesn't know it.

The front door hung open a crack, the house inside dark and quiet. Cabanela had bounded up the front steps, hand out to knock a sprightly rhythm on the door until he’d realized it was open, and put the hand on his hidden holster instead as he pushed the door open just an oonch more, just enough so he could slip in.

The living room stood empty, lights turned off. Cabanela stopped in the middle of the room, listening hard. Was that a radio playing softly, upstairs? Or a music box? Just in case he was missing something, he peeked into the kitchen and stopped, stricken. Jowd sat at the kitchen table, alone in the dark, one hand laid atop the family’s new kitten who was lay still on the table, the other equally absently stroking his miraculously-quickly healed knee. He didn’t look up, although a bitter twist of his lips acknowledged Cabanela’s entrance.

“What’s happenin’ here?” Cabanela said, leaning against the kitchen doorframe and flipping on the light, letting his frank, admiring gaze travel from Jowd’s head to feet. “You tryin’ to save on the electric bill, baby? Didn’t think things were so hard up here in the big house.”

Jowd snorted. “Appreciate the concern, thanks. Sorry your welcome’s a little lacking; the lady of the house is indisposed.”

“Hmm? Alma’s sick?” Cabanela ticked off a list on his fingers. “Babysitter, flowers, cold pack, juice. Oatmeal? Need anything eeelse from the store? I’ll run out there if you need; can’t have our baby feelin’ poorly when you just came home from the hospital.”

“She’s not sick.” Jowd turned his head away. “Just… indisposed. Kamila’s with my mother, so no babysitter needed. Flowers aren’t a bad idea, but…well. Might be better coming from you at the moment.”

“Huuuh?” Cabanela craned his neck back at the stairs. “Is she here then?”

“Upstairs.” Jowd chuckled a little, his voice bitter. “It’s my fault. She said she needed some time to herself.”

“Jowd?” Cabanela’s voice wasn’t uncertain; nothing of the sort. “Why was the front door open?”

Jowd shrugged. “Sissel must have left it open. He’ll get a good talking-to when he’s back.”

Cabanela sent the clearly-present kitten a pointed look. “Thooought he was an indoor-only kitten now? Livin’ the good life here at his new home.”

“Ha!” Jowd chuckled a little more. “There’s another problem. The good life.”

Cabanela put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re bein’ real opaque right now, even for you, m’man. What’s goin’ on?”

“I’m being the only way I know how to be.” Jowd stood and stretched, ignoring Cabanela’s hand. “I suppose I can try pretending to be Alma for a minute or five. Tea? Coffee? Wine?”

“How about you play at bein’ Jowd a bit more, but a biiit more forthcomin’?”

“Now what kind of precedent would that set? You’re a detective, you should practice your deducting skills.”

“Believe me, ooold friend, you have me workin’ overtime on that little mystery. But fine. Talkin’ to your looovely wife it is. Interviewin’ witnesses is a fine art and they tell me I’m still good at it, even if I still need practice at questionin’ my suspects.”

“Well, as long as your gun’s still by your side, your record’s back on track.”

“Ouch, baby.” Cabanela’s voice didn’t change, not by an iota, and his face stayed tranquil, but a nearly imperceptible shift of his posture betrayed the hit. “Good one.”

“I’m sorry.” Jowd’s voice was sincere, almost painfully so. He nodded at the spot on the wall where an antique gun had hung until he’d come home from the hospital the week prior. “You can see how my own track record stands. We’re standing at one and zero between the two of us. Don’t worry, you’re winning.”

Cabanela scowled at the wall, then at Jowd as Jowd sat back down and turned his stare back to the kitten, his face morose and eyes shuttered. Cabanela glared at him a moment more and whirled, taking the stairs up with a little less grace than usual, and followed the soft tinkling of the music box to the nursery, where Alma sat in the rocking chair. She glared at the wooden music box in her hands, letting the small melody it played ring out over and over.

“Oh. Hello,” she said, when she caught sight of Cabanela, and smiled. Her whole face had always seemed to light from the inside when she smiled, and Cabanela took his usual beat to let her see his admiration. But her light seemed dim and flickering, and her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Did you see Jowd downstairs?”

“Of course. And the front door was open too, baby. Little dangerous, isn’t it?”

“Apparently not!” Alma’s lips twisted. “According to him, we’re going to be just fine whether the door’s open, closed, gone… perhaps he’s right. Maybe it just doesn’t matter. After all, we have a cat now. Whatever that means.”

Cabanela dropped to his knees and gently took the music box away from her, setting it aside before taking her hand. “Baby, you’re streeetched to the breakin’ point. What’s goin’ on between you two?”

“I don’t know!” Alma burst out, and withdrew her hand from his, putting it along with her other one firmly in her lap. “You’ve seen him! He’s not the Jowd I knew anymore, somehow. Between one day and the next he’s gone somewhere I can’t seem to get to.”

“Caaan’t?” Cabanela stared at Alma.

“Can’t.” Alma said with finality. “I always could before. I always, always knew who he was and how he thought before. But now he acts… He hardly touches me, but he stares at me all the time when he thinks I’m not looking. He can barely look at Kamila. He handed me this—” she gestured to the music box, “and told me to put that gun on the wall in it so he could throw it away. But... why this? I have a shoe box, or anything other then…that.” The music box tinkled to a stop, its faltering notes dying to a final hush. “He acts like a ghost,” she said finally. “Like he’s a ghost in his own home.”

“A ghost, huh?” Cabanela sat back on his heels. “That sounds about right. He’s just been driftin’ since that day at the park. People at the precinct are startin’ to notice.”

“I must have done something,” Alma said, her words leaden in the abyssal silence between them. “It must be my fault, somehow. Maybe… maybe it’s me that’s more like a ghost. Why else would he act as though I’m not even here?”

“Baby, how on earth could it be your fault?” Cabanela took her hand again, more firmly this time, not letting it go even as she tried to tug it away. “You answer me that. You’re both so focused on takin’ the blame for somethin’ that shouldn’t have had anythin’ to do with you.”

“Well.” Alma’s stubborn gaze met his. “He won’t talk to me. At least you’ve told me what you know happened that day at the park. Whatever guilt you’re taking on, at least you’re owning it! I don’t really understand what happened with that programmer, but he’s in jail, and Jowd acts like he is too, and I’m his warden. I don’t need him to confess—”

“Wouldn’t miiind it though,” Cabanela muttered.

“I just need him to tell me what I can do to make it—us— right. I don’t mind the cat. I don’t mind taking down the gun. I don’t even care about the stupid music box. But I can’t fix anything if he doesn’t…just tell me what’s happening.”

Cabanela shrugged. “You don’t haaave to fix what’s not your problem.”

“But it is my problem. Or I am the problem. Either way,” Alma said with a wry twist of her lips, “I don’t see anyone else stepping in.”

“I came as soon as I could,” Cabanela said, stung, “Anytime you call, I’m comin’ for you. You know I’d give you my heart’s blood to make things right between you.”

One side of Alma’s mouth lifted in an odd little smile. “Would you?” She drew back a little and put a hand to his chin, tilting his head so he had to look directly into her eyes. She stared into his soul, searching for something he refused to believe she sought and dared not show her as she said again, “Would you really?”

“Of cooourse. As long as I’m kickin’. Now come on, I’m cuttin’ in to this little dance.” Cabanela stood, drawing her up, out of the chair, and with him as he danced down the stairs. He kicked the forgotten front door closed, then took her hand and danced her into the kitchen, surprising Jowd into laughter as Cabanela whirled Alma around the table until she, reluctantly at first, started to giggle. Finally, he took Jowd’s hand too and put Alma’s hand in it. “Your turn, baby.”

The kitchen went still and quiet again and they looked away from each other. Cabanela let out a huff of irritation.

“Deal me the deal, man,” he said to Jowd. “You caaalled me here, you must have wanted somethin’.”

Jowd sent him an odd look. “I didn’t… I really can’t want anything from you at this point. I can only thank you,” he said, finally. “You’ve given up a lot for me, but I can’t explain how much I owe you. Not… now.”

“Why not?” Alma said, grabbing Cabanela’s hand with her free one. “Something tells me you need Cabanela here; you need to talk to him to let this thing that’s weighing you down go. I don’t know why talking to me is so difficult now, but I’ll take any help if it brings you back to me. To us.”

Jowd said, his face betraying painful bewilderment, “But I came back. And you’ve seen, in the last couple weeks… I’m not who I was. I don’t know anymore how to be more than this.”

“Help me understand who it is you want to be, then!” Alma snapped. “No one died! You were hurt but you’ve healed so fast it’s unbelievable! That little girl is safe, and even that man who took her hostage wasn’t killed even though by all rights he should have been. Am I asking too much to want the man I love to be here, with me?” Alma said, stricken. “Or is it that I amtoo much?”

Cabanela watched them, seeing their mutual spiral into despair threatening to swallow them into its oceanic maw, and him along with it. Abruptly, he decided it was enough. He slapped a hand on the table. They both jumped and looked at him questioningly.

“You two stop actin’ just like each other for fiiive whole minutes and answer me an honest question. Can you do that?” he said.

“Probably,” said Jowd, as Alma said, “Yes?” Her eyes were oddly expectant.

“Why aren’t you two workin’ together at makin’ your old friend here more miserable? Seems to me you’d do a better job of messin’ with me instead of each other if you coordinated a bit more, maybe made some plans. As a prank this is lackin’ somethin’.”

“What?” Jowd said and frowned. “This had nothing to do with you.”

“We weren’t even expecting you,” Alma added, and sighed in some unexplained disappointment with the tack Cabanela had chosen. “Or at least, I wasn’t. I’m so sorry. If Jowd invited you, he didn’t tell me…” She paused and added, “…which is no different than usual, lately.”

“I thought you invited him,” Jowd said to her. She shook her head and shrugged.

“I got a phone call from your number,” Cabanela said, “and came straight on over because nobody was talkin’! When I found that door open, you should have heard my poor old heart goin’ pitter-pat with worry. Why take my heart’s blood when you two are the ooonly ones who could scare it into stoppin’? So if this is a prank, ‘fess up; your daughter couldn’t have done it and this little fellow snoozin’ on the table seems out for the count.”

“Oh, he’s counting on something,” Jowd said, and laughed when they looked at him with exasperation. “I’m trying,” he said, and paused. For the first time, he appeared uncomfortable. “I…need more time. There can’t be too much, ever, from either of you,” he added, and looked to Cabanela. “I promise there’s no conspiracy, no prank, no pact with Alma to mess with you,” he said, “but… I’m glad you came, even though I didn’t plan it. Perhaps Si— the gods just knew I needed—” he stopped. “Proof,” he finished, rather uncomfortably.

“Of what, baby?” Cabanela said, puzzled.

Jowd didn’t answer; he shrugged.

“If it’s loyalty, I would think you’d know you had that already,” Alma said with a tart twist of her lips. “Or were you worried about his safety?”

“Ha! The gods and I know that loyalty and your safety is the last thing I’d worry about for either of you at this point,” Jowd said without hesitation. Cabanela looked surprised, then gratified, and Alma sent him a sidelong smile and a nod.

“Thank goodness,” she said. “If you thought either of us would ever just… ghost you, just leave you without any explanation, and that was the reason you wouldn’t just talk to us, it would be a sign that it really was all over.”

“It was! And then it started again,” Jowd said, and began to laugh until the kitchen rang with it.

“Oh, well, is that all? Well, no wonder we’ve been struggling,” Alma said, and began to chuckle too. Just like that, the tension eased despite the palpable tinge of some irony not everyone in the conversation was quite getting, and they sat around the kitchen table laughing together. The conversation really didn’t feel over, but for now it had come to a stop and it seemed a better resting place than any other alternative which had presented itself.

Cabanela had to admit, if only to himself, he had no idea how to get the rest of the truth out of Jowd yet, but it was still the beginning of something he hadn’t quite dared to believe could be possible after the Temsik incident: some kind of a fresh start. He took comfort in that, and in the feel of Jowd’s warm arm around him, in the cool slide of Alma’s arm against his, and allowed himself, as he would with no other pair, to laugh himself into some kind of uncertain and temporary peace.

Almost unnoticed, the kitten sat up in the middle of all this hilarity and wandered away, its nap evidently over; presumably, Cabanela figured as he barely registered it leaving, the noise bothered it and it had other tasks for the evening which only a cat might understand. Silently, he wished it luck along with a little bit of fellow feeling; he, like the cat, had his work cut out for him handling two such as these.

[variousqueerthings]

I’m from space, I’ve got two hearts and… 27 brains

it's "Bells Of Saint John" time. this is the first proper Clara-As-Companion and she's doing shit!

sexism rank objectification (female character is ogled/harassed/turned into a sex joke by the doctor and/or a lead we’re supposed to root for and/or the camera): 10/10

sexism rank plot-point (lead female character is only there to serve plot, not to have her emotional interiority explored, or given agency to her emotional interiority): 6/10

interesting complex or pointlessly complex (does the complexity serve the narrative or does it just serve to be confusing as a stand-in for smart, this includes visually): 7/10

furthers character and/or lore and/or plot development (broader question that ties into the previous ones, at least two of these, ideally three should be fulfilled): 7/10

companion matters (the companion doesn’t always have to be there, but if the companion is there, can they function without the doctor– and overall per season how often is the companion the focus or POV of the story): 7/10

the doctor is more than just “godlike” (examines the doctor’s flaws and limitations, doesn’t solve a plot by having it revolve entirely around the doctor’s existence): 9/10

doesn’t look down on previous doctor who (by erasing or mocking its importance, by redoing and “bettering” previous beloved plotpoints or characters, etc.): 7/10

isn’t trying to insert hamfisted sexiness (m*ffat famously talked a lot about how dw should be sexier multiple times, he sucks at writing it): 7/10

internal world has consistency (characters have backgrounds, feel rooted in a place with other people, generally feel like they have Lives): 6/10

Politics (how conservative is the story): 6/10

FULL RATING: 72/100 (if I can count….)

Could it be? A pretty highly rated M*ffat episode??? You crazy son of a bitch you did it!

OBJECTIFICATION: Wait for it.... THERE IS NO OBJECTIFICATION! (takes a medal for Steven M*ffat and wacks him in the face with it)

PLOT-POINT: so the Thing with Clara is that she's "not possible." (she is... Impossible... sort of like an Impossible Gi- *strangles M*ffat with the medal chain), and so while she does do stuff in this episode that gives her more than in the previous episode, we still don't have thaaat much sense of her

we know she's taking care of some kids, because their mum died and she's a friend of the family, and we know there's something about a leaf, and that she's bad at tech (in a very funny kind of way where it's 2012 and she can't access wifi without help, which I honestly cannot remember if would still be plausible in 2012 for a 24yr old, but fuckit) AND that she's got this book 101 places to see, that she's saved for her travels

so there's definitely Clues, but most of it is the Doctor's POV for now

COMPLEXITY: the beginning with the Doctor as a monk painting Clara and waiting for "the bells to ring" because it's a sign or whatever is dumb, but get past that and...

we bring back The Great Intelligence and it's quite a neat follow-up to the last one, in which it's now gone into the Internet and is snatching up peoples minds to feed off of them -- never mind if its depiction of The Internet is good or not, I'm no good at gauging that + I love the movie Hackers, so my judgement is skewed anyway

it makes sense! and then at the end The Great Intelligence isn't defeated, but just goes back into hiding a biiit stronger than before, and has a genuinely quite creepy moment of returning the mind back to someone it infected as a kid, who is now in her 50s or smthin, and becomes a child again in that body... lowkey creepy stuff

CHARACTERS/LORE/PLOT: SO the Doctor and Clara have now met properly -- as in this Clara, who is actually going to get to travel with the Doctor, and maybe won't die (but maybe she will)

The Great Intelligence is shaping up to be a recurring problem

Clara and the Doctor like each other and I also don't hate Clara (that's a strong word anyway, but I'm not UNvibing with her character, apart from a few moments, and a choice to make every conversation between them go so flipping fast as a way of showing Wit and Smarts, and is a trend in that era which I was never a fan of)

COMPANIONS MATTER: Clara does things! she correctly surmises that because she briefly became a part of the Internet (it is a bit silly, but it's 2012 or thereabouts, and silly in a DW way, not a "let's be convoluted for the sake of it" kind of way) she can hack into bad guy base but! she accesses their webcams, takes pictures of them, and uses them to find their social medias where they've put down their job location! which is where they are!

which is actually proper hacking! it's pretty great

“GODLIKE” DOCTOR: the Doctor is pretty capable in this episode, and uses his savvy to get shit done, but isn't the total winner. his goal is for Clara not to die (again), so it works out pretty well on the whole

PREVIOUS DOCTOR WHO: it's got this line I don't like, which is just a tad too flipping smugly meta, where a kid is reading a book and Clara asks which chapter the kid is on (Ten) and then says, "Eleven’s the best, you’ll cry your eyes out." it's... come on, stop making promises you can't keep mate! and don't make this a competition

otherwise it's more The Great Intelligence, and a scene where the Doctor is rooting around looking for a non-monk outfit, and discards Ten's jacket, which is fun

“SEXINESS”: it's not egregious, but I am fucking watching you M*ffat, about not making Clara into another innuendo machine

she calls the Tardis the Snog Box twice, and talks about how the Doctor talks people into it, and that's the main thing. W A T C H I N G you with that heavy metal at the ready!

INTERNAL WORLD: Clara is sooomewhere in London and there's a thing about that family where she's helping to take care of the kids, because the mother died. there's stuff about the internet, but not as community as such, it's more sort of a... somewhat ungrounded mildly Luddite attitude to it. it's not bad or over-the-top, but it's certainly got a very firm Internet = Bad stance

POLITICS: speaking of the Internet = Bad stance, that's kind of at the heart of the episode, with not much else to focus in on I think.

it's not the most or the least well-rounded argument, it's sort of middly

FULL RATING: 71/100 (if I can count….)

So this episode is a not-bad introduction of Clara on the whole, except for the fact that it's more the Doctor being introduced to her, than her being introduced to the Doctor

the Doctor is our lens more than Clara, which I think is also why she's not quiiite so well-rounded (yet, next episode gives a bit more Stuff)

in terms of pacing, it's sort of middly, but on the whole it's not a bad episode I would say, and not a bad companion intro episode

[rinhaler]

No way omg I read some of your works and I was like this author is sooo good the writing looks a biiit familiar tho

Just found out you’re fuwushiguro lmao!! You used to be (and still are) one of my fav fanfic writers.

Why’d you move blogs btw?

AAAAAA that's so funny what gave it away?? 😩 welcome back though I'm happy to have u :3

also okay I never used to talk about my follow count or anything on my old blog but it was just a bit much mentally for me. I used to beat myself up over not performing well despite my follow count. I actually had over 10k followers on fuwushiguro but like I said, I used to keep that to myself. I just didn't want to be perceived in a certain way because of the amount of followers I have, but it doesn't matter now since I don't live there anymore.

Coming here was just a fresh start for me. I couldn't wrap my head around why so many people were following but I felt so... alone? Like I didn't feel supported at all over there. I worked so hard on my writing and I just hated how poorly everything I posted performed. And I know you're not meant to care about notes or whatever but I did, massively, and my mental health suffered terribly for it because I just blamed myself and my writing for not performing well. It might sound silly, but I can't really put into words how sad it feels to have so many people following you and then ultimately feeling so alone and uncared for.

I know a lot of people deal with this though and it wasn't just me. Everyone here works hard and it is just super upsetting when you work hard and then feel like no one actually cares. I really fell out of love with writing so I just thought, fuck it, I'm going to make a new blog and just keep to myself.

I've recently gone through a friendship breakup which massively knocked my confidence in writing too because the ex-friend, albeit unintentionally, made a choice that just left me hating myself and my writing even more. I've been suffering mentally through that and feeling alone because she was everything to me and my entire days revolved around her pretty much so losing that constant in my life was actually agonising, and unfortunately I do still miss her a lot!

But I've been filling my time with writing again and to be honest it's been lovely. I hate how she handled things and I don't think I will ever get over that. It's been nice to know I don't need to suffer forever though and do have that escape with writing when I need it!

Becoming a smaller blog again has absolutely taken the pressure off everything I write and post, too. It's just really freeing to not have any expectations placed on me (whether that's by myself or other people).

I've made some lovely new friends and am making new memories with people over here and I have a nice little community and safe space here for myself and my followers and I just know it was the best decision I could have made even if it didn't start off in the best way.

SORRY FOR RAMBLING THIS GOT SO DEEP ADSGFHDGJF

Thank you for finding me again though it's really nice to have a mix of old and new followers so I can carry on making this nice little space here :3 thank you for supporting me and my writing, pls take care of yourself my love!

[mecachrome]

anon asks thing

ur so smart fr. there's just a lot going on in ur head and i find that impressive and sometimes scary jfskljalkfjlksjfsafjs

i am an op81 -> rbr conspiracy theorist and i am curious to get ur view on that too if ur willing to indulge me

hi anon <3 i can assure you i am the stupidest person alive haksldfh i just overthink everything because of the neuron divergents 🥲

anyway i've talked about it a biiit here but basically tl;dr i don't really think it makes sense right now and i firmly believe mclaren is the best place oscar can be for the remainder of his contract, but i also don't necessarily think it could never happen either!!! there are a lot of people involved at rbr whom i don't like at all but the team has many positive aspects too and it depends majorly on how the grid shifts and who wins out with new regs amongst other things... honestly max could be like fuckit i want to go into endurance in 4 years so who even knows what the politics will look like at red bull by then 🤷‍♀️ LOL i mean i don't believe oscar has any particular emotional attachment to red bull outside of faint vestiges of aussie loyalty during seb's glory days but i also believe he'd be willing to go anywhere if the circumstances were right :') he's a pragmatist ultimately so Anyth is possible!

[lu3ky777]

(New kind of post, since I've been busy and haven't been doing asks until now I thought a normal post might help get me more attention and asks

Celestia was currently smiling as she sat on her throne, the one in her office, it was a massive silver throne which she personally thought made it look classy. She would have preferred a smaller throne but her huge ass demanded it be made this big. She was watching on her TV the cameras of her casino, particularly Makoto since she could tell he was slacking off a bit. "Servant 37, go tell Makoto to meet me in my office" without a word the servant nodded and walked out to Makoto

Working in the Silver Tongue Casino, truthfully, wasn't what Makoto expected at all. He always thought of himself too average, too plain ever consider something so shady to ever employ himself in… But, well, Celeste had her 'ways' and he experienced practically all of them to get him into this position. At the moment, he just wanted to break a biiit longer...but it seems as though his boss didn't like that. Gulping at what the servant relayed, he walked to her office and knocked on its door.

Celestia smiled, she could see the look on Makoto's face when he was told the news. She snapped and another servant opened the door for him "Servants, you may leave now. Wait outside until me and Mr Naegi are done." The servants left the room leaving Celestia and Makoto alone. "Please take a seat Makoto" she gestured towards the chair on the other side of her desk

Gulping, Makoto sat down the opposite of Celeste. Beads of sweat dripping down his face. "Y-yes, ma'am..." Nerves were bouncing around in his stomach. 

"So tell me Makoto, what did I do to make you disrespect me?" She talked almost like one of those Mafia bosses he saw in movies. With a tone that seemed condescending and a sense of deadliness in her voice.

"D-disrepect? C-celeste, you know I would never do that!!" Makoto said, panic rising in his voice as could feel the severity of the situation putting quite the pressure on him.

"SILENCE!!! You call me Miss Ludenburg now, until I say otherwise." She gave him a glare as if she was about to kill him, her red eyes being frightening.

"Y-y-y-yes, ma'aam!! Sorry, Cel-Ms. Ludenberg!!!" Makoto said, whimpering slightly from Celeste's glare. She smiled as he stuttered over his words. "You should know why you're here Mr. Naegi, don't you?" She only used his last name when he was in trouble or when she was introducing him.

"U--um...." Makoto twidled his thumbs and looked downcast, almost like a naughty child. "B-because I...was taking a break without your permission…”

"I DON'T PAY YOU TO SIT ON YOUR ASS!!!" She nearly shouted at him, she didn't really care that much about him slacking off but she liked to put him in his place. "And you haven't even apologized yet.”

"Eeeeeeeeeeeek!!" Makoto shrinked back into his seat, definitely resembling a scaredy kid. Especially with how short he usually was! "I-I'm sorrryyy!! I'm so sorryy!!”

"Unfortunately for you Mr. Naegi, I have to punish slackers~ you know what that means." She smiled at him as she stood up, her huge ass jiggling wildly just from that.

Yes, he did know what that meant. His face blushed as Celeste rose up and, from his angle, he could see her backside jiggle a bit. "A-a-ah, y-yes, ma'am…”

"Strip. Now!" She slammed her hands onto her desk as she said that. Celestia loved to be feared especially by Makoto, maybe because he was a lucky student or just his general gentle attitude. But she loved every second of it.

"Y-y-yes, ma'aam!!" Getting up, Makoto began to peel away the layers of his clothes. From his jacket, to his tie, shoes!! And, much to his embarassment, even pulling down his pants. Showing off how thin he was.

"Good boy, now then~ start jerking off~" she smiled as she spoke plainly not trying to hide her true intentions this time, but engaging fully into lewdness. She was glad Makoto had such a huge cock, it complemented his femboy looking figure

"Y-yes, ma'am~" He said softly and his hands moves towards his hung member. He was rather shy about it, but it was quite clear just from a glance that the lucky student was packing down there. Slowly, his hand shifted and jerk the object of Celeste's eye, stroking it for his boss's pleasure.

Celestia smiled at his jerking "Maybe go a little faster Naegi, I don't have all day~" she looked at the clock, she had arranged for Nagito to come in here around this time. She wasn't going to let Makotos punishment ruin this meeting~ it might even make it more fun

"Y-yes, Ms. Ludenberg!" Makoto said, trying his best to be swifter in his tugs. His hands gliding up and down his veiny shaft, and he was trying his best to get a good rhythm going. Bit hard to do that with all this pressure~

"Oh by the way~ I'm having a meeting with Nagito in about, 30 seconds. But you better not stop, or else." She giggled classily as she heard the door open

"Wh-what?! B-but I-!!" Makoto stopped, looking in shock as Nagito would enter the room. "Why, hello, Ms. Ludenberg! I hope your day has been blessed with ho-oh, hello Makoto! How are you?" Nagito said, to the masturbating boy and his boss

Celestia was pissed Makoto stopped "Ignore him Nagito~ he's getting his punishment for slacking off, speaking of. Back to it Makoto!" She glared at Makoto. "I-I...." Makoto got back to masturbating...but was clearly much slower than usual, due to the other company's presence.

"In fact I wouldn't mind if you stripped too Nagito~ also feel free to take a seat anywhere~" she looked at Nagito, ignoring Makoko for the moment "If that's what you wish, Mistress~" Nagito said, stripping away his clothing to be just as naked as Makoto, but seemingly unbothered by being out in the buff. Sitting down in the seat next to Makoto he looked ready to speak with Celes...all while Makoto still looked quite shy~

"So Nagito~ how are the weekly profits doing? Any big gains~" she ignored Makoto for the moment as he jerked off nervously. She leaned forward to get closer to Nagito, they both could see her ass move slightly as she did since even tiny movements made it jiggle. But now the two men could see her huge globes, now with Celestia's face closer to both of them.

Nagito, to his credit, as much as he was blushing, was still trying to look Celes in the eye. Was it a huge struggle that was likely pointless? Yep! Still trying anyway? Of course~ "We've seen a 15% revenue increase thanks to our advertisement campaign! It seems many interests are piqued for your casino, ma'am." As for Makoto, well, once he saw some of that jello, he did began to go slightly faster than before.

"Very good~ and are all the servants still remaining obedient?" She smiled as she saw the struggle of Nagito trying to look her in the eyes. She was amused by Makoto going faster, if only slightly.

"For the most part, though the new one is having some adjustment issues. She was Servant 52, correct? But that's probably because she isn't used to things under your tutelage yet." Nagito said.

"I think she'll learn to understand it in time~ if not then you know what to do with her, right Nagito~" she loved how obedient and useful Nagito was, him being naked in front of her also helped her appreciate him~

"Yes, some time in the disciplinary room should do her wonders to get with the program~" Nagito said chipperly to the one one room servants, probably, wouldn't want to go to. "Now then~ Naegi stop masturbating. Nagito, I give you permission to come to my throne~" she chuckled as she sat back in her throne staring at Nagito

"Yes...yes, ma'am..." Makoto said, stopping his stroking at once...but it was clear he was stillq quite aroused~ On Nagito's end, he bowed. "At once~" He said, getting up and walking over to Celeste. Celestia grabbed his cock like it was a stick and started jerking it rapidly while smiling at Nagito 

"Be grateful your mistress is rewarding you for your hard work~” Nagito moaned, and gave a pleasant smile to Celeste. Face flushing in pleasure~ "Thank you, Ms. Ludenberg~" On Makoto's side, he looked at both bashfully. Now actually turned on but being unable to cum

She soon tripled the speed of her jerking him off, wanting to hear his grunts and moans as she knew that his huge cock could take a lot of pleasure before cumming "Now then Makoto~ do you understand the consequences of your actions~”

"Y-yes, ma'aaaam!!" Makoto said, looking even more flushed as that hand of Celeste quickly jerked the other lucky student with the movement of a professional. Even Nagito, who prided himself on remaining fairly steadfast in determination, was having clear difficulties in maintaining composure and was really moaning his life out. "Makoto, when Nagito cums you better collect in one of the jugs in the backroom. Now hurry and get it~"

 she snapped with her other hand while continuing to go faster "B-...yes, Ms. Ludenberg!!" said Makoto knowing full well getting a jug means going out briefly to retrieve it. Meaning people would probably see him. Gulping, he quickly made himself scarce to go get the jug. All while Nagito was fighting not to burst~

When he was gone she smiled "I know you love this Nagito~ I saw you trying to stare into my eyes instead of at my ass~ That's why you're a butler and not a servant~” "Th-thank you, Miss L-Ludenberg!!~" He gasped and a grateful smile came onto his face. His cock was throbbing and pre-cum dribbling down his shaft, huge drops that would be impressive to any other woman.

"Now then~ I think we're done with foreplay don't you think? Now onto the actual reward~" She smiled as she stood up, her ass jiggling from that alone as she shoved him down onto her throne. Usually sitting on her throne was the worst act anyone could do, she would punish them worse than cheaters. 

But sitting there in her royal throne while staring at her enormous assglobes, I mean fuck~ this was the dream for men~ The sight great of a huge, wobbly, jello-like, mountain of an ass was right in front of him. The royal seat that could get anyone to bend to his wim. The mark of Celeste being a true Ultimate~ His erect coct was pointed right at it, dribbling further with slick cum. "Y-yes, ma'am~”

She pulled down her pants revealing her panties before pulling those down too, revealing her huge ass without anything to cover it. Just pale white globes of pure ass "Now then, since you've done such a good job would you like an assjob? Or Anal~" she chuckled as she slapped her own ass watching it jiggle wildly. And as he saw that ass meat wiggle and jiggle so lusciously, Nagito gulped and gave a grin. "A-an assjob would be nice, ma'am~”

She slammed down onto his cock with extreme power and speed, completely covering his cock in ass, she rapidly plapped up and down giving him and amazing assjob at lightning speeds and with extreme force "You love this don't you Nagito~”

Nagito already had a body most would be jealous of, with a fit but strong body, his white hair with a slight tint of red making him distinct, and his mannerisms being attractive and distinct. His most defining feature however (to those who had seen it) was his enormous pale cock and huge balls that embarrassed most guys, he was *Lucky* after all~ And it was covered. His long, throbbing member, engulfed, tweked on and and plapped to mind numbing pleasure -all thanks to his mistress' godly ass. "Yy--yy-yes, maaa'aaaaam!!! I Really am fortunate to experiiiience  thissss~”

"I'm your queen, Celestia Ludenburg~ the name you shall never forget and that you shall always respect!" She shouted as she nearly tripled her speed and power of her assjob, Makoto had better be back soon if he wanted to actually contain his cum. "Y-y-yes, my queeeeen!! I'll never forgeeeet your nameee!! I'll respect it for n-now and f--ff-foreveeeeeeeer!!" Nagito practically yelled and getting very close to his breaking point. His dick practically drenched. Just then Makoto came back~

"AH~ good timing Makoto, put that huge container on Nagito's cock~ I want that cum for later~" She smiled as she could tell Nagito was near his breaking point, just a little more pressure and he would break. So that's exactly what she did, applied way more pressure on him. Makoto agreed and went to put it around Nagitio's cock as Celeste went against his erection for the finale. Too much. She was too much!!! "I-I MIIIIISTRESSS!!!" He screamed and, right as Makoto put the jug to him, did he cum and cum big. All that tension and pent-up cream in his balls was overwhelming from his cock to the jar~

It was filled up within  seconds, as Celestia smiled and got up from off of his cock "Very good Nagito~ now get off my throne." She spoke in an objective cold tone as she stood up and frowned at Makoto Aa-at once, ma'am..." Nagito said, barely managing to get off. His cock stilll leaking fluid a bit. "And I trust you learned your lesson Makoto~”" Makoto nodded bashfully. "Y-yes, ma'am…”

"Good~ I'm going home early today, I expect you two to meet me there once you close up. Understand?" She smiled not waiting for an answer before pulling her pants up and leaving.

(If You've gotten this far, just a reminder I am looking for more asks and I've been looking to do some NTR stuff possibly. I'll try to respond to as many as possible! Also btw this is what a Novella story might look like.)

[sammychrist]

I was just reading the Aeneid, book IV, where Dido commits suicide and her sister Anna desperately begs to die with her, and the whole scene reminded me a lot of Sam's death in season two.

Anna feels responsible for her sister's death, because she was the one to encourage her feelings for Aeneas when Dido herself was trying to supress them. -> Dean feels responsible for Sam's death, because he was the one to bring him back to their dangerous lives as hunters when Sam had chosen a safer lifestyle.

Anna asks her dying sister how could she feel anything ever again, if Dido dies first. What could possibly hurt her or scare her anymore after experiencing the worst imaginable thing? -> Dean being basically dead inside next to his brother's corpse. Bobby telling him the world is about to end and Dean agressively replying: "Then let it end!"

Anna says: "Can't I be your companion in death? Let us please have the same fate. We should have died together - both murdered by a single sword." -> As far as I know, Dean doesn't directly say it in the series, but we can all agree this is what his wish would be if he couldn't get away with dying before Sammy does.

And then Anna, talking about her sister: "Hurry! I want to wash her wound, and if a breath remains on her lips, I will collect it with a kiss." -> I simply love how everything in this scene is basically the same the Winchester brothers did and the one, single thing we didn't have in Supernatural ('cause it would be a biiit too romantic, even though they go on par with Romeo and Juliet and every ancient great love story) is the kiss.

Even the visuals are identical. Anna runs to her sister's agonizing body and tries to hold her with a hug; her hand gets soaked in blood as soon as it touches her back. Anna forces herself to supress her sobs as Dido fights to open her eyes before she dies, intermitently blacking out and breathing harshly.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

I JUST FINISHED EPISODE TWO AND AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I

AM

NOT

O

KAY

FOR MANY REASONS XD

1) NO SEB AGAIN 😭😭😭 I FORGOT WHAT EPISODES I'D SEEN HE WAS IN, I WAS WRONG!! THE GOOD NEWS IS THIS MEANS I CAN STILL BE SURPRISED A BIT :DD

2) GINAAAAAA MY GIRLLLL!!! WHOOO HONEY GOOD FOR YOU :OO :DDD 🥳🥳🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️🥰!!! AS YOU DESERVEEE 🥰🥰🥰!!!

3) THE CASTINGGG!!! AAAHHHHH!!! ALSO WHERE'S CHAD ಠ⁠Oಠ???

4) SEBLOSSSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔

I'm not okay thank you very much <3

Anyway!! Ricky and Gina's date was SO CUTE!!!!! It was literally the most adorable thing ever and I'm not okay :'DD. And I just- PUPPIES!!! Awww my babeys 🥰🥰. Also the fact that it was all because he made fun of her childhood favorite show a bit :'D stop that's so cute <33 your honor I love them so much :). Also the secret hallway meeting and the notes (written on Camp Shallow Lake stationary!!! But sir did you steal that lol-) were adorable :'DD 🥰! And AAHHHH Troy and Gabriella :DDD!!! Our babeys 🥰🥰🥰 <33. Y'all are gonna slay, congrats :D.

ASHLYNNNN honeyy 😬👀. Girl a) your thing with Maddox is sus as heck xD, b) you gotta tell Big Red!!! I mean you can come out whenever you feel comfortable but like. I think he deserves to know xd. Considering everyone else does xD. Though I do see her reasoning that it shouldn't be done over text - and while "steal his gay thunder" is funny XDD, it is a nice thing to do lol. Like, not do that I mean. Also L I V I N G for her and Carlos friendship <33. And AAHHHH congrats on Kelsi girl :DD 🥳🥳🥰!!! I know you're gonna slay it 🥰🥰.

Kourtney honeyyy :'((( you gotta go to therapy bestie <33. I mean you can't put it off :((. I get the feeling something bad is gonna happen because she keeps putting it off. Like, besides just gradually worsening from stress and whatnot, but an Event I mean. Like a breakdown or something :(. And I won't be able to take that :'). Thank you guys, I will die :'p 😭 xD. But seriously, I hope she's okay (in the end) 🥺 <33. But besides that!! AAHHHH GIRL YOU SLAYED SO HARD!! I mean, acting a biiit to Sharpay, but you're not mean to people (hopefully a yet is not needed here :') ) so I'm cool with it xD. And speaking of CONGRATS ON GETTING SHARPAY GIRLLL :DD!!! You're gonna slay 🥰🥰🥰🎉🥳!!

ALRIGHT Y'ALL, IT'S CANON THAT SEB WAS A HOMESCHOOLER!! LET IT BE KNOWN FAR A WIDE!! This is amazing news <33. Idk lol it's just fun xD. Also Big Red is the SWEETEST :'DDD!! I hope he's enjoying and slaying in Cairo 🥰🥰. Also, once again, miss you EJ and Nini <33. Oh and about Seb again - SIRRR HOW DARE YOU NOT AUDITION 😭😭💔. HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME SEB!!?! I can't believe this 😭 :'). But let's be real, this is the only way he couldn't be cast as Sharpay 😤😔 /j /lh xD. Kourtney totally deserves it lol, I just miss my boy <33. In general and as Sharpay lol.

CARLOS!! Honey you are going through it 😭😭 xd. But yeah also maybe talk to Seb lol. Also I love how it's like-

Carlos in Episode 1: I'm dealing fine with everything happening with Seb :D 🙄! He'll come around

Carlos in Episode 2: :'))). this is fine. everything's fine. he hates me :'))).

Bro is going through it and I am going to love it if it gets worse XDD. Like, if he continues farther down that self destruction lol (as in he is being destroyed not he is destroying himself lol). Lovely <33. Also I'm suffering 🥰. ANYWAY! Love his and Ash's friendship 🥰🥰. AAAAHHHHHHHH CONGRATS ON BEING RYAN CARLOS!!! You're gonna slay :'DDD!! I love him so much 🥰. Also how dare he pass his assistant position on to Emmy :')). How could he do this to me <33. But also fair enough lol even if it hurts me, drop something if you need to xD. Though I love how he still read the cast list.

Speaking of Emmy, I love her xD. Girl is slaying lol. I do wish she wasn't replacing Carlos, but it is funny that she's being the errand freshman xD. Also her information gathering skills are HILARIOUS and also ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ o.o xD. OH and :(( poor girl getting kicked out of the movie, I'm sorry honey D:. Also though Carlos describing her as Broadway exile was amazing xD. And AAAHHHHHHH TAYLOR :OO :DD!! CONGRATS GIRL!!! You're gonna slay :DD. I didn't have a guess for that casting but I wasn't guessing that!! Slay for her though, good job girl :D.

Miss Jenn is going THROUGH IT lol xD. Like girl is not having a good time lol. Her dressing up to disguise herself was AMAZING though oh my gosh xD. I think she's just going to be constantly disguising and hiding and sneaking around security guards this whole season and I love that so much xD. I'm so excited for it lol. But! I'm glad her and Quinn are on a bit better terms now, with the apology and the casting of Gina and whatnot :)). Like, not great, not even good really lol, but they have to work together (a bit) :)! And I hope they will, when needed 😌. They probably won't much but eh ah you know lol. Anyway I wonder if for some reason she actually will play Ms. Darbus since we've seen her in the costume pieces xD. That would be wild lol. "I think I was playing Troy at one point" takes on a WHOLE new meaning lol. Imagine if they're constantly switching Darbus's throughout the show xD. Oh my gosh that would be hilarious lol. Either form emergencies or just because they cast so many people as Darbus (despite having so few for the rest lol). Anyway xD. If you do end up as her, congrats Miss Jenn, you're gonna slay lol XDD. I love her <3

I love how they actually read the cast list for the others too, lol xDD. We're acknowledging the side characters <33. And it's lovely xD. But also WHERE ARE STEPH AND RICO AND KADEN AND KAISON 😭😭😭💔😤!!!?! We don't deserve this </333. AND NATALIE!!!! Maybe they were all seniors lol. Still, nonetheless </3. Miss them <333. Anyway slay everyone who got cast :D.

Imagine we get Seb as Chad :')). I really doubt it lol but still xD it would be lovely <33. And I deserve it <3 XD.

ANYWAY!! The dramaaa between Mack and Dani o.o 😬. Also I was thinking maybe Gina would recast her but a second after Quinn said SHE was in trouble I was like "OHHHH yeah, Gina's getting cast" XD!! I was sure of it lol. But AAHHHHHH how excited they all were!! As they should be!!! Like that situation is like :O :D!!! But yeah, I'm so nervous and so excited :)).

NOW OR NEVER WAS SO FREAKING COOL!!!!

Listen anything added to that song is cool xD but OH MY GOSH!!! I LOVED IT SO MUCH :DDD!! HOLY COW :O :D!! Also I just loved the tension and drama, and all of them running away to audition xD 🥰🥰😍🤩❤️. It was amazing <333.

All of the music this episode was GREAT!! I loved it all so much :D. As I said, Now or Never was amazing and Ricky's serenade to Gina was so adorable :'D. I think there was more but I don't know and anyway they were all amazing 🥰🥰.

I loved this episode so much!! It was so good :D. I think things are gonna start moving super quickly from here in out (not that they've been slow or anything), just because of everything going on lol, which includes everything we've got to GET done lol. Anyway, I am so freaking excited and not at all ready 🥰🥰🥰.

NEXT UP IS EPISODE THREE!!!!