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vxzii · 5 months ago
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They’re going to beat you to death
I’m probably gonna take drawing reqs I haven’t been able to think what to draw (other than redrawing scenes and memes)
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atom-writings · 1 year ago
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hiii can i request russia, canada, germany and greece seeing their s/o wearing their clothes for the first time? good luck on ur finals :D !!
hetalia russia, canada, germany, and greece seeing their s/o wear their clothes
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1.0k words ~ gender neutral headcanons / scenarios
tw: none!
a/n: holy shit tthis request is so old that its a new finals season :sob: guys im trying. ALSO idk how to write greece. but hopefully its ok
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Russia
Ivan wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you wore his clothing. Like, he just never expected anyone to ever… want to do that?
Plus, if you’re any shorter than 6’ 5”, his clothes are more like blankets than anything wearable.)
Mornings at Ivan's house were always cold. His dacha had been built long before the invention of home heating systems, and he had always refused to modernize anything he owned.
So, when you finally woke up, you grabbed one of Ivan's jackets to keep yourself warm while you made breakfast. It was huge, on him and you, and lined with fur from animals killed centuries ago.
The house was quiet aside from the quiet sizzling of an egg on a pan. Or at least, it was until you heard the dull thuds drawing closer behind you.
In an instant, Ivan wrapped his firm arms around you, picking you up off the floor for a second.
“G-Good morning to you too,” You tease him softly. All he responds with is a quiet grunt, muffled as he buries his face in your hair.
“Should I make you something too?”
He shook his head, “You are too perfect to be cooking right now...”
“Aww, Ivan...”
”Please wear things like this more often...“ He mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.
”What, your things? Should I steal more jackets?“
“Yes... please...“ He said, and you could feel his smile, even if you couldn't see it.
He just can't get enough of you wearing his stuff. He thinks it makes you two look like a real couple. Then everyone will know that you're his (:
Canada
From the start of your relationship, Matthew had been trying to subtly coerce you into wearing his clothes. It's like, one of his main relationship goals.
So if you did it without him asking, his brain would fry.
“D-Dear, what are you- a-are you...?” Matthew's shaking voice makes it way past your earbuds, which you promptly rip out.
You turn away from your desk to face him, and his face immediately lights up.
”Sorry, I- I didn't have an-“ Is all you sputter out before you're interrupted by a hug that sends you tumbling backwards. He's warm as he curls around you, resting his head in the crook of your neck.
”Oh. Uh-”
“W-Wait, sorry... I- I didn't mean to um-”
“You're f-”
“No- I mean-” He pulls away, letting go of you completely.
“Math-”
“Sorry!”
“MATTHEW,” You finally manage to break him out of his stuttering state, “It's fine.”
He averts his gaze as he stands before you, awkwardly playing with his hoodie cuffs, ”I- I just really think you're um- cute in that...“
”Matt, it's just a hoodie.“
”Yeah but it- it has um... that...“ He points to the maple leaf pattern covering the hoodie. That makes you pause, looking up at him like he said something weird.
“It's just leaves.”
His cheeks immediately turn the same shade as the leaves on his hoodie, ”W-Well! It's better than stars and stripes!“
Seriously, anything that shows that you're showing him over America will make him go crazy.
Germany
Ludwig doesn't have a lot of casual clothes, so you're kind of limited in your “stealing t-shirts for pyjamas” options
And sorry to disappoint, but his stoic demeanour isn't getting majorly cracked even by that.
It was a rare occurrence for Ludwig to let you do anything around the house. He cooked the meals, he cleaned the dishes, he did most of the laundry, and the sweeping, mopping, and literally any other task that had to be done. So, in a moment you thought would never come, you were actually excited to be doing the dishes for him.
But, because of his disaster of a “modern, ergonomic” sink, that meant getting water all over your shirt. And seeing how you were wearing something nice for a date night with him, you only had one choice. Throwing on one of his torn and faded old t-shirts.
After a few minutes of washing the dishes alone, Ludwig took his place beside you, leaning against the counter and watching you intently.
“Yes?“ You prompt him, and he immediately looks a little embarrassed.
”Thanks for doing this.“
”You do this every night, so like, it's fine?“
”Y-Yes, but, I still appreciate it.“ He tells you quickly, before placing a hang on your shoulder. You turn off the water for a moment, plunging the kitchen into silence again.
Before you could register it, you were pulled closer to him. 
“You should wear my things more often…” He mumbled before leaning down to kiss your cheek.
“Buy more normal person clothes then.”
Then he pulled away with a groan, “OK, the moment is over.”
Greece
Heracles probably didn't even notice until you said something. Anytime he's looking at you, your clothes are the last thing he registers.
”Oh, wait... uh- sorry,“ You blurt out once you look down and remember what you're wearing, ”I forgot to ask if I could...“
He looks over you as your hands fidget with the hem of his oversized t-shirt. The design said something in Greek, but all you could make out were the words ”FOOD“ and ”CATS” (It was more important that it was comfortable than stylish.) For his part, he looked completely disinterested in whatever you were saying.
“If you could what?” Heracles asks, his tone dry and tired.
“If I could wear your shirt...”
“Oh,” Then he glances over your direction, barely looking over his tea, ”Yes, I see that now.“
”Do you... care?“
”No.“ He says as if what you had just asked was as obvious as the colour of the sky. Despite that, it didn't seem to bother or excite him in the slightest.
He might find it a little amusing when his clothes don't fit you, but generally he doesn't care. He believes strongly in the idea that ”What's his is yours, and what's yours is his.“
Because of that, he'll steal your clothes too. And he might rip them. Oops.
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dr-spectre · 4 months ago
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If Callie wasn’t brainwashed then what happened? Wasn’t it like she just grew disillusioned with inkling society and decided to go underground?
Alright so, I've said this in other blog posts and i have gone into it multiple times, BUT! I'll try and sum it all up on what happened to Callie in Splatoon 2. It is very vague and i don't entirely blame people for coming to certain conclusions because the game didn't do a good enough job in my opinion, and the English translation has issues too which doesn't help at all...
So during Splatoon 1 and when it was getting content updates, we got to learn about Callie and Marie. If you look at the dialogue present in Naughty Vs. Nice, Early Bird Vs. Night Owl and Callie Vs. Marie Splatfests, their dialogue is rather harsh and personal towards each other, showing that Callie has these dark traits about her.
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These mean and harsh qualities of Callie were built up since Splatoon 1 and they come into the forefront in Splatoon 2 and I'll go over that shortly.
After the final Splatfest and Marie's victory, the Squid Sisters became a lot more famous and stepped down from their news presenting duties and gave it to Pearl and Marina. During this period, Callie and Marie became more estranged with each other as Callie became more and more popular, meaning she got a LOT more busy and had to work day in and day out every single day at an acting gig. In the Squid Sister Stories web series, Callie is stated to be "lost at sea herself" meaning that her acting career and fame are taking a tole on her, and it's pretty easy to see that with the Sunken Scrolls in Splatoon 2.
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At some point Callie and Marie managed to hang out and they decided that they would go to Calamari County to visit family. However.... As we know, it didn't pan out that way. Callie at some point in chapter 7 became flustered at work and basically ran off, which her manager thought she wanted to go home.
But... She didn't... She stumbled across DJ Octavio after he broke out from his snow globe (don't ask how, we don't know and plus, octopuses are very clever and can easily get out of trapped spaces).
Now, Octavio is a man who knows how to use manipulation and propaganda to his advantage. He is the leader of an entire race of people that are on the brink of collapse, it's either they all die, or he pulls the right strings to motivate his people to fight and take the Great Zapfish so that they don't die. And now we have an emotional and mentally unwell Callie who is suffering from so much attention and overwork, of course Octavio, the main antagonist, wanted to take advantage of that. Callie is a very powerful woman with the ability to influence and inspire others with her voice, of course Octavio wanted that kind of power to help his race and get them motivated again after their loss in Splatoon 1.
So what did he do? Did he grab her and kidnap her and put on some "evil brain warping shades" and brainwash her while she was kicking and screaming trying to stop him? WRONG!!!!!!!!!! As stated by the OFFCIAL Splatoon 2 relationship chart that i love to bring up all the time, there seemed to be an on going conversation about Callie joining the Octarians, Octavio possibly appealed to her sense of isolation, hidden resentment for Marie and her being so overworked. And she says "Ok, fine. I'll hear you out." Does that scream kidnapping to you? I don't think so.
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She's even called "the lovable rebel" implying she felt some distain for Inkling society from the way they treated her and wanted to rebel. Would the developers and writers of a character who was forcibly brainwashed and kidnapped display as her a rebel and pose her like this? I don't think so.
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Like you would not see Marina Agitando for example in these sort of poses in artwork because the circumstances and conditions are so vastly different.
So now let's get into those god damn mother fucking bitch ass hypnoshades. As their name suggests, they are shades with an element of hypnosis of some kind, if they weren't hypnotic shades and just turned people evil and forced Octarian ideals into their brains then they wouldn't be given that name. "Hypno" is a very specific word choice and it's done on purpose. Callie was hypnotized, not brainwashed, that word is only used in English translations of the game and outside media and if you ask any hardcore fan of a series made in Japan then you would know that English scripts kinda fuck up the Japanese ones most of the time. Take me for example, I'm a Sonic the Hedgehog fan, the Japanese versions of Sonic stories are vastly different from the Western versions in tone, dialogue, call backs, personalities, etc. Same thing with Splatoon unfortunately. Take the English translation of the Splatoon scripts with a MASSIVE grain of salt. Like a meteor sized grain of salt lmao.
Now, what is being hypnotized like? is it like being a mindless puppet that follows the orders of the person doing the hypnosis? Well... Nope. Not true actually. The way it' s portrayed in media is completely wrong and untrue. Hypnosis is similar to being in a flow state, or being incredibly relaxed while also having heighten attention and suggestibility. Imagine being in a daydream while still having hyper awareness of the stuff around you. Now that part about suggestibility is important because this is where people mess up. If a hypnotized person is given a suggestion that goes against their morals and ideologies, they will NOT!!!!!!!! follow through with that suggestion. If a hypnotized person is told to murder their family, they will not do so UNLESS they secretly want to murder them and it's in line with their psychotic and fucked up wishes.
If Octavio told Callie to murder Marie instead of Agent 4, she wouldn't follow through with the suggestion. Callie doesn't wanna murder Marie but instead she wants her to leave because their relationship is ruined. Callie doesn't mind trying to kill Agent 4 because firstly, she's mentally unwell and isn't thinking clearly from having a mental illness, and two, she doesn't have any personal attachments to Agent 4 so she can just listen to the suggestions from Octavio and follow through with them. Even in the rematches, Callie doesn't know Agent 4 all that well compared to Marie and it's clear Callie is still not doing so well after Splatoon 2.
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Callie while under the hypnoshades is more like herself than not. Like this line for example is just typical Callie but she's more aggressive and mean.
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If she was truly brainwashed then her personality would be A LOT more different. She would be a lot more subservient to Octavio and the Octarian race and her dialogue would show this too, but it does NOT! In fact Callie berates and talks back to Octavio during the final boss.
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The only real differences between Callie and Hypno Callie is that she's more harsh and angry compared to regular Callie. However this anger... this rage... this hate was always there. It was always under the surface, and due to Callie's mental state from being overworked and now under hypnotic shades, that pain and anger is at the surface and is clouding her mind and making her not think rationally. She's more chaotic, she's aggressive and doesn't care for Marie anymore.
Now i do wanna discuss this line as it has been brought up multiple times to me and other discussions on Hypno Callie i see online.
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First off, like i mentioned previously, the English translations of Splatoon stories and media sometimes gets it wrong. If you want examples then look at Commander Tartar and Marina's dialogue in Octo Expansion. You can look up retranslations of Octo Expansion to see the differences of the English and retranslated version. The only other mention of remixing a brain is in the Dutch translation. The other translations mention hypnosis and nothing about warping Callie's brain directly.
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Second of all, DJ Octavio is... you guessed it... A DJ! He says musical terms to make puns and he's a loud personality.
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In fact that "remix" line is actually a call back to the Splatoon 1 final boss and you know what, I'll give prompts for the English translation team for doing that... Still hate them for everything else tho lol.
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DJ Octavio didn't literally remix her brain with evil brain warping shades. He is just saying that because it's to show that he got Callie on his side. So the "remixing" is just Callie becoming "evil" and hearing out Octavio.
Brainwashing implies that there is a forcible aspect to it, however from the evidence i just laid out, that cannot be the case as Octavio didn't force Callie into anything she didn't want to do. He didn't torture her, he didn't abuse her. He didn't put the shades on her by force as if he tried to do that he would get destroyed by the more energetic, younger and stronger squid woman that isn't a disabled 130 year old Octoling stuck in his octopus form.
He let her decorate bases and added glittery ink which motivated and inspired his people. Hell his approval ratings went up because the Octarians were happy and inspired by Callie's presence.
Now you may say "but didn't she lose her memories while under the shades and therefore she got brainwashed?"
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Well.... Not really. I want you to put yourself in the shoes of Callie, you're in a very focused and hypnotic state, like being in a very concentrated flow state and you have a lot of anger and aggression in you. Your head is so cloudy and you're under a lot of mental distress. So imagine an ink bullet flying at your eyeball, flinging you out of that hypnotic state in a very fast fashion. It's like someone snapping their fingers in front of your face while you're concentrated on a task, or someone smacking you at the back of your head while you're working on something in a deeply concentrated manner. You are left confused and dazed and need a second to gather your composure back. Callie when the shades are removed from her, acts dazed and holds her head like she has a bad headache, only left to sing and dance cause she's an idol and that stuff is natural to her.
Some of the side effects that may occur when under hypnosis include headaches and nausea, and look at Callie when she's flung out of that hypnotic state, it looks like she has a headache and is in pain.
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Now when Marie plays the Calamari Inkantation, what is actually happening here is that the song is energizing and motivating Callie. It is not freeing her from "brainwashing." That is a very common misconception about the song, implying that all Octarians are brainwashed and are just mindless drones when that is NOT TRUE AT ALL and is yet another case of bad translation. The song is just extremely catchy and it gives Octarians the motivation to wanna leave to the surface. It also makes Cuttlefish get the strength to break out of his restraints in Splatoon 1 and makes Smallfry transform into Hugefry. The song is so damn powerful and catchy, that's all it is, it is not a mind control cure, that is fucking false.
So what is happening with Callie is that the song is motivating her and flooding her head with good memories of her time with Marie. When the shades are flung off of her, she's still mad at Marie and still fights Agent 4, it takes a while but eventually she starts thinking more rationally, realizing that Marie has come to get her and what Callie has been doing was wrong. Songs are VERY powerful tools for memory and hearing a song you loved back when you were younger can bring out certain feelings and memories. Those happy memories flood Callie's mind and she goes "wait... what am i doing!? This isn't me, I REMEMBER! YEAH!" And she jumps into the air and transforms back into her iconic outfit sailor moon style.
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With all of the information and context i presented, it really elevates everything that comes after. It makes Spicy Calamari Inkantation more powerful as a song as Callie has truly reunited with Marie. Fresh Start makes sense and fits perfectly with the narrative the writers wanted to tell. If you take the common and untrue narrative that people keep saying about Callie, Fresh Start literally makes zero sense in that untrue context.
It makes her eventual healing in Splatoon 3 and return to the public WAY MORE SATISFYING!
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Callie has matured, she has grown up, she's more comfortable being in the spotlight again and can handle it as she has worked out her relationship with Marie. She used to suffer from being overworked and having an addiction to the shades as it gave her an escape from her life. She would rather be in a hypnotic state then go through her current life. It was only when Callie and Marie came together and truly changed things is when Callie was able to finally heal and get better.
That's why I'm so passionate about this, Callie truly went through a character arc, even it was rushed and poorly presented. I care about Callie and want people to get her story straight. Splatoon 2 was always about the Squid Sisters breaking up and eventually coming back together and becoming stronger. Callie is my comfort character and i want people to treat her better. She wasn't a powerless kidnap and brainwash victim. She was a woman with deep flaws, anger, sadness, aggression, that pain is gone now from her. She's finally... Happy. And that... makes me happy too.
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mvltisstuff · 1 year ago
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hello again, i’ve requested a few times (the feels and sweet nothing) and i was hoping i could request again? (i think i might add an emoji at the end bc i love your writing and will keep requesting as much as you allow ❤️❤️) anyway, i hope you’re doing well and things are going good.
i was wondering if i could request a buck fic where is partner is an artist and he finds a sketchbook of sketches of him and when he asks about it they talk about how pretty he is and how deserves to be appreciated and just making him feel super loved with it. thank you if you get to it and ofc no troubles if you don’t. take care 🥰
also is 🚒 good for a way to recognize me??
wasteland, baby! - e.b
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summary: request
evan buckley x reader
a/n: omg you always have such creative ideas! i love receiving requests so always feel free :)) 🚒 = ❤️‍🔥 i also won’t be posting as frequently for the next few weeks due to finals, but after that i’ll be posting a ton!!
buck had come over to y/n’s apartment after his shift for dinner, and the scent of thick acrylic paint and primer had stung at his nostrils. he began to love the smell, as he knew that it meant she was around. he had let himself in with his key, taking in all of the perfectly placed plants and artwork on the walls.
she had a canvas that was almost complete, with just a few finishing touches. buck had walked over to it to examine. her talent was extraordinary. he knew it was out of this world, and the way she was so proud of her pieces his made his heart swell up with love.
“hi, buck!” y/n says, beginning to walk out of the hallway from her room to her art. she was wearing a pair of dark green pants and a white t-shirt which somehow complimented her beautifully. her face had small specks of blue and red on her cheeks and black and grey streaks on her shirt. “sorry it’s such a mess in here, but doesn’t this look great?”
“no, don’t worry about the mess, but how long did that take? it’s amazing!” buck stutters a big, not being able to comprehend how art like that could come out of her hands.
“thank you, love,” she replies, taking his belongings and placing them down for him. “how was work today? anything good?”
“just a normal old day, but you know it’s the 118.”
“it is never normal at the 118,” y/n smiles and gives him a cheek kiss before going to wipe her face off. buck goes to sit down in her living room on the couch, and she follows behind him with a quick change of shirt. she placed a small pizza in the oven to cook for them, and cuddled up next to him while they told each other stories about their day.
“it was wild, y/n,” buck starts. “i mean this woman literally rose from the dead after like 15 minutes, after being under a street. oh! you’re going to love this- and we saved some puppies in a sewer.”
“oh my god, are they ok?”
“they’re all fine, but i’m not sure if we are right now.”
“what do you mean?” she asks, slowly and carefully.
“you don’t smell something burning?”
she takes a deep inhale and looks over to her smokey kitchen. it wasn’t too bad, but definitely enough to make it inedible. “shit! fuck, i forgot about it!” she says, bouncing the pan up and down while trying not to burn herself.
y/n was busy discarding of the pizza when buck looked over at her with joy. he had a cheeky smile on his face and was laughing at the forgetfulness of both of them. he looked back down in front of him and the coffee table, and he saw a book that y/n always has on her. she brings it to work, to her family, anywhere she goes, she has it. it was her beloved sketchbook, filled with hundreds of small doodles and big pieces. buck has seen a lot of things in it, admiring each one before he comes across a bookmarked section.
when he flips the pages of the book, he notices that the person that is sketched and shaded looks particularly familiar. he makes note of the sharp nose and soft, but hard jaw. he sees the famous birthmark on the side of his face. he’s never looking right on, though. he’s always focused on something or has a light grin on his face. buck knows these are of him, but he doesn’t think he had any importance to be the top drawing in her book.
y/n walks back in to greet her boyfriend, “i think we might just have to ord-“ she looks at the sketches that she had put on that paper. a heat rose up into her face, reddening her cheeks and making her feel a sense of embarrassment.
“a-are these me?” buck asks, quietly. y/n nods, slowly, praying that she didn’t make him uncomfortable and that she will see him again tomorrow. “i-um..”
“you don’t have to say anything, buck. i never meant for you to see those and if you don’t like them, i’ll never do it again i swear. you just, you’re so beautiful, buck. and i love to draw beautiful things.”
“i just don’t know what to say, these are so good. i feel like you know me more than i know myself,” he says, chuckling a bit.
“you like ‘em?”
“i love them,” buck says.
“good, i just couldnt stop myself. you are always so pretty, no matter what and i want you to know that, so i tried to convey it through this. i was going to show you eventually, but i wanted to do more.”
“why me, though? you could draw anyone,” buck asks.
“no one else is you! you might have a pretty face and all but there is really nothing more beautiful than your soul. you are filled with so much love and sweetness and i’ve been dying to find a way to show you, because you are loved, evan. i love you and i wanted to put my two favorite things together. not a day goes by where i have anything but love for you.”
suddenly, the feeling in bucks chest is rising stronger, feeling like it’s going to burst. when it does, he has strong riptides of tears in his eyes. with a pure smile on his face, he passionately leaves a kiss on her lips, and he feels loved for the first time.
growing up, his parents never showed him love. he always begged for it from everyone he knew, and now he feels like it isn’t deserved. but someone, y/n made him feel like he will forever be worthy of love. and he will never forget how she fixed him for the best.
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iwanttobepersephone · 3 months ago
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Here's the cookie recipe that my family, friends, and even my entire neighborhood are obsessed with but it's literally just the Nestlé recipe with some added sass
So, first things first, you're only gonna need two measuring cups for this, a 1/4 cup and a teaspoon. Sure, you could use a whole cup too, if you wanna do more dishes, but c'mon. You don't wanna do more dishes.
Take out a bowl, and plop in 2 1/4 cups of flour, or 9 passes of the 1/4 cup. Make sure you count because second guessing yourself on if you put in 9 or 11 cups is annoying
Now put in 1 teaspoon of baking soda, and 1 teaspoon of salt. Use the tea spoon to mix it because bringing out a whisk for this one step is just weird (why did my mom insist on me doing that like seriously)
Now you're gonna get your stand mixer and use that bowl, or if you don't have a stand mixer, go to Walmart and buy one. Or use a different bowl I guess idk
In that new bowl, you're gonna add 3 cups of white sugar. Then, you're gonna add 3 cups of BROWN sugar. You're gonna pack the brown sugar, though. Pack it in as good as you can. If you don't have brown sugar cause you forgot to buy it, just add an equal amount of white sugar. It's gonna look super pale but hey don't judge her it's just her winter shade
Now you're gonna add in a teaspoon of vanilla extract, and you're gonna try you're absolutely hardest not to spill, but you're still going to. It's ok I do it everytime and they still turn out pretty ok
Now you're gonna add some softened butter, but we both know you didn't take it out of the fridge, so just soften it in the microwave. Little tip from me: make it every so slightly melted for some good crisp on the edges with a chewy middle, it's so much better that way
And about here is where you realize you didn't preheat the oven, so why don't ya do it now? 375° F, idk how many degrees Celsius and I don't feel like looking it up. It should pre heat in time, probably, just take your time with the rest of these steps
You're gonna turn that mixer on and you're gonna mix it till creamy, got it? Find a spatula that's not flimsy and weird and push down the edges occasionally
Once it's creamy enough (literally just go with the vibes I have no clue what "creamy enough" actually looks like), add in 2 eggs. But do it 1 at a time! Crack one egg, realize how badly you did that, don't panic because the egg can smell fear, and fish out some egg shells if you need to. Mix that until the yellow dissappears and do it again
Now you're gonna add in the flour from the beginning, technically you're supposed to do it slowly with suuuper small amounts at a time, but I literally just do like 1/4 at a time. Just put your mixer on the lowest speed at first so you don't get a face full of flour
Then you're gonna add the chocolate chips in. I don't even know what the "reccomended amount" is because I never listened. Just pour in however much you want, listen to your heart
Now prep your pans with parchment paper and slap those babies in there for 10 minutes. Or, at least, 10 minutes in theory. About half the time 10 minutes does almost nothing and I have to pop em in for another 5.
And boom, you're done, you have cookies. Even if they suck, you have cookies. And bad cookies are always better than no cookies
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berrycake99 · 3 months ago
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On Alastor's sexuality:
Ok so a thread I NEVER thought I'd have to make, but shit's getting out of hand and I am a little bit annoyed now.
For the longest time, I've defended Alastor ships because I really don't have a problem with random fanart/fics, regular fandom stuff...
But it's getting ridiculous, the latest post I've seen is headcanoning Alastor to be "bi-romantic", ofc getting rly defenssive if someone just says ANYTHING else.
The 'hypersexualization' of his character doesn't lay in him being portrayed in very sexy fanart or fics. It's the fact everyone's using Alastor for claiming their sexuality to be more valid, straight up jumping over his entire character. He is a beautifully written complex morally gray character and ppl only seek to see "wELL wHaT hIS seXuAL pREfErEncE iS", is it really that important???
Even if he's not confirmed aro, he is still asexual and just slamming any other title before ace to make him into your sexuality and then gripping onto it so effin hard is childish.
And you can't even make the argument of his sexuality actually being somewhat important to his character (like how for exemple, Vox being bisexual and having internilized homophobia is important to his actions and relations to others in the show, or how Angel being hypersexual is important part of his story with sex-work industry - I know hypersexuality is not a sexuality, but here too the "sexual" identity/part of a character is valid to include in understanding their psychology, do you see where I'm going?)
In regards to Alastor, nothing of sexual nature is really important to his role in the story. I don't mind anyone having fun and making any type of story they like, I do not think that is 'erasing the rep' because the ace-spectrum in itself is a spectrum and is very different for anyone, and everyone is valid.
What is erasing the rep is just making "headcanons" of his sexuality based on your own to make you feel better that you portray as factual. The reason I always say I don't mind is bcs I say the 'fun' doesn't change the show's flow. But some ppl actually do want that to happen, which is not okay.
You can't make an artist change their oc to fit your own standards. At that point, you're self-inserting.
Ppl are being as disrespectful to even harrass the VA into making a statement to explain to y'all that it ain't happening nothing will be canon and chill tf out. And then they still make the "ok no sex scene but there will be romance we have 2 more seasons to go!"
Did everyone forget Vivzie confirming Alastor will be single throughout the series after pilot or???
Not everything needs to have romance and sex in it..I understand these are important factors for ppl in general which is why I encourage everyone to make their own story, that way you have full freedom of expression to say it the way you want it to be. But expecting the show itself to change into your secific place on the ace-spectrum is just very distastefull.
Not to mention this is done only for the characters with no precisely defined sexualities, but mostly Alastor. Imagine someone going "you can't tell me Angel isn't bisexual. Look at the way he looks at Vaggie in this screenshot!" everyone would loose their shit. But for Lucifer, who is still unclearly straight/pan/bi or Alastor who is ace, ppl go "OMG AN EMPTY SPACE! OPPORTUNITY TO SELF-INSERT!" Stop. Again, how is this important to the story..
No shade to any RadioApple, RadioDust, StaticRadio, whateverRadio shippers. I myself find some of the fanart cute and I understand. But please don't try to force the idea of a non-canon dynamic you like onto every ace person irl and the show itself. That is very stupid. Make a fanfic, enjoy the show. Alastor will probably have an amazing lore in the future. He is more than his sexuality.
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dowhatisaynotwhatido · 2 years ago
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4. LA - The Switch: Wanda comes to play
Paring: Elizabeth Olsen!top x Reader!bottom
Description: Lizzie gets in desperate need to control... you.
In this, you have a back and forth with the two points of view signaled as “POV”.
Warnings: smut, teasing, strap (reader receiving), role-play, a lil’ bdsm, pet naming, bondage, blindfold, gagging, oral (Lizzie receiving), slut naming. Descriptive anger and hatred.
This is part of the "LA" series: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (this)
Credits: This series directly cites the blog and works of themidnightcrimson blog on part 2.
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Lizzie was in her office all morning. You knew she had a big shoot tomorrow and needed time to study her script. She had told you the night before that she wouldn't be much available today, so you took the day to go to the open market and buy some fresh ingredients to make your family's special recipe for lunch.
You were going back to Boston the day after tomorrow, and it felt bittersweet. Although you missed your home and your stuff and your routine, you would miss your time with her. Probably your whole thing was too intense exactly because it had a due date and you were grateful for that, but the time to go home was still dreadful.
You knocked at the door and excused yourself into the office. She had all the lights off, aside from the small desk lamp. She was over the mirror reading a line that sent chills through your bones. You knew the script was a little dense and she was always so drained after studying it. However, you have never heard a part of it and it shook you frozen. You slowly started to retract out of the room when Lizzie called you back. Her eyes were cold and her voice hard; she was totally impersonating whatever demon she was supposed to be in that movie. And why that turned you on was beyond reason.
"Do you need me?"
"Sorry. I was just going to offer you lunch." You excused yourself playing with the doorknob "I will leave it on the stove for when you are hungry" She noticed you could barely look at her
"That is sweet of you" She said shaking off trying to take the edge out of her voice “I am actually just done here. Would you mind waiting a bit for us to get lunch together? I need some time" She was slowly massaging her temples.
You noticed she was trying to snap out of it, so you went to her and unsurely reach out to take her on your arms giving her a small kiss on her forehead and leaving her.
"I am sorry about that" Lizzie came into the kitchen patting her wet hair with a towel. "Tomorrow is going to be so hard" She sorrowed "I tried to postpone it for after you left, you know"
"Why? Is ok. Is part of your job." You said heating up the pan with a soft smile "how are you feeling?"
"Angry, in need of control , sad, a little out of my mind and... Possessive" She looked straight in your eyes when saying the last one with a hard gaze and tight lip. You gulped. Seeing Lizzie out of her soft shell, just plain hard and rough was a sight to sore eyes. She looked perfectly hot and you were wet just imagining giving her all the control she wanted to take.
"You know... you should find a scape valve for that" you said suggestively "I can help you with that..." you cleared your throat trying to tame your inner needy brat "after your shoot, I mean. There is a few things we could do to help you."
"Would you do that? You can totally run, you know?" She flopped down the chair exhausted.
" Oh, believe me, it will be my pleasure" you placed the heated dish in front of her and gave her a small peck on the lips ”Now eat."
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The next day you were waiting for Lizzie outside the Studio. As soon as you saw her, you knew it was worse than yesterday. She had her hair back on a high ponytail, her dark shades on, gripping strongly to the strap of her bag. Her face, though, was what alarmed you. She was breathing in a thigh manner, her lips shut in an angry line and her brow slightly furrowed. All of her exuded "pissed off".
The ride to the Smash place was a silent one. After saying hi to you, she shut her eyes and rested her hear on the seat, making some breathing exercises to try to ground herself. You had heard before about some actors having a hard time to snap back at their own personalities after some intense scene/shooting - so you were respectful to her space, time and need.
"Lizzie, we are here" you call her after parking "come with me"
She followed you into the storage yard without a second thought or question. When you got there you swore you could she a spark of mischief and fun as soon as she saw the smashed up scenario, broken, mended and bent metal bats. The place was a mess, no one besides you and the clerk that let you in and stayed out the door. You quickly handled her the protection equipment and while you were putting your own, she was already swinging her bat through a car window in a loud crash.
You didn't smash things, and just waited for her to ground herself into the reality and tactile world. Her shoulders started to drop in a semi-relaxed pattern after the first ten minutes of constant beating, groans and very meaningful screams. You would ran away if it were anyone else, but Lizzie? Damn.
You don't know what sick part of your brain thought that she looked the sexier she has ever looked when she was relentlessly beating up a wooden door and a metal trash can. She was beyond baby- Lizzie, beyond fluff and funny Lizzie. That person right there? The one she was fighting so hard trying to ground out of it? That was the whole Multiverse of Madness Scarlet Witch in action. And your poor little switch heart couldn't think of anything else but to let her use you.
Lizzie was supposed to be sore and tired after street fighting her way through the storage yard. There was not an inch in there she hadn't smashed, bent, hit or spit on. Her heart was still heavy and pounding, but her head got some clarity after the constant violence urge. She needed to get some control back, some tacit, pleasant, earthy, instinctive control. That was when she remembered you were there and turned to stare at you with a feline glare. She looked at you as if you were meat and she has been starving for days. You got instantly wet when she licked her bottom lip and hissed at you before throwing the bat away and reaching out to claim your mouth like she owned you.
The kiss was fire and deep. She didn't care about basic breathing needs: she would have kissed you dead if the need to fuck you didn't make her grab the car keys and basically drag you back to her place.
You barely heard the door loudly closing behind you as Lizzie pushed you flush against her body, attacking your mouth relentlessly the second you got out the elevator.
You could imagine the gasp of her neighbor giving Lizzie didn't even wait for the metal door to shut.
Lizzie ended the kiss with a painful bite in your lower lip, her eyes almost all black and her nails definitely leaving marks on your waist.
"I want you in bed, naked. You have 2 minutes," She whispered and left towards her office leaving you unbalanced in the middle of the leaving room.
It has been a few minutes since she left and you patiently waited for her in the edge of the bed when she came in on a lacy red lingerie with golden chains. She held a black silk fabric and stood an inch from you, without touching.
"Do you have a safe word?" Her voice was still silky and breezy, but held that same rage of the day before and a little rustier than usual.
"I have never... "
"Choose" She interrupted you still staring down at you
"Ahm... I don't know" You stuttered. You could feel yourself dripping all over her sheets and you could barely hold her gaze as your mind started to shut down one room at the time. A few seconds more of her this closeness, you wouldn't even be able to count to five anymore. "Jelly?"
"Jelly?" Lizzie smirked and a glister of humor past down her otherwise closed expression. "Well, it is your call. Jelly it is". As fast as the brief tender moment came, it was gone "I want you by the headboard. I won’t stop until I am satisfied. Remember ‘Jelly’. If by any means you can't remember or voice it, just pat my thigh thrice - do you consent?"
"Yes, Liz…"
"No-" she inhaled as she was punched at the sound of her name "You address me as Wanda" She punctuated by placing the silk fabric against your eyes, preventing you from seeing anything at all.
You heard a zipping sound, then silence. Her footsteps so low you could barely recognize the distance she was when she roughly grabbed your left wrist and tied it to something. You tried the rope and it barely moved an inch.
"Fuck" you whined pressing your thighs together to prevent the constant leakage to stain the sheets.
You felt a hard slap on you right thigh "Did I tell you to close them?" She held both your ankles and pulled, positioning your left arm stretch and held by the rope, and your legs open "Don't move". Then silence.
You counted your breaths and you could swear a whole minute passed without any other indications of movement. You could still smell her and feel her presence, she hadn't gone anywhere, and was probably just staring down at you.
----- Lizzie’s POV -----
The shooting was not easy. The director kept trying to drain you more and more, dragging you into the mental state of possessive and recurrent internal angst thoughts. You could taste the bitter coin taste on your mouth, your eyes glassy and unfocused as you mind got settle on a dark and uneasy dark place you always had trouble to move out from.
During The Multiverse of Madness, you had recurrent nightmares and it had taken you days and therapy to get it out of your system. This time you manage to leave this scenes all clamped together on the last day of shooting, so it would affect less your daily life.
What you did not anticipate was that you would be single and with no emotional support when today came in.
You were glad you had Y/N. She made yesterday more bearable, but you knew it was not fair to her to drag her into this. It was too much, and you have known her for what? 3 days?
However, you were also extremely selfish and self-centered when in this state of mind. So what could you do but let her take care of you?
Of course, Y/N would came up with the perfect after match. While Robbie always tried to calm you down with spa, tea, leafy baths and some freaking Celtics music, Y/N got deep into your soul and just decided to tire the angry out of you.
You don't know if this match the best feeling in the world, but the cracking sound of a realistic-fake skull under your bat could lift your spirits in the way that no salty-watery shenanigans never could. The little yellowish Taurus was unrecognizable when you were done with it.
You entered the circuit blind with red rage and superficial hatred that ran your mind on crazy and obsessive thoughts. You were so down the line, that maybe you did reach an actual mad multiverse. But after the gushing sound of a kicked spray can, you could feel the angriness leaving your soul - just a maniac need to grab back some resemblance of control filling its space.
When you looked back, Y/N was leaning on her bat, staring at you and biting her bottom lip. She was gorgeous. Yeah, yeah: her whole personality was incredible. Her light way to see and lead her life, the jokes and gentle way to expose her opinions and her own ethical dilemmas. The way she listened to you and cared, she honestly made you feel like the most special person ever. She was a remarkable person.
However, wasn't that you were thinking about today, was it? What mattered is the she was maybe the sexiest woman you have ever seen.
You were not usually attracted to girls and please, you have met some out of ordinary beauties on your line of work. But Y/N had her voice, her scent, her swang and confidence. She moves as if she knew exactly were her feet would land and where she would go next. Since the moment she first smirked at you, you were viciously trying to have her.
Yes, the whole mommy kink and bottoming Y/N were both the best and worse sex of your life… Best because -Jesus Christ!!- That woman knew your body. Worse? Because after the first time, you knew you could not last long before becoming addicted to her touch.
Yes, instinctive, animal, feral sex. That is what you needed.
And this time? You would bite.
---- Reader’s POV ----
The force she used to rope your right wrist on the other side of the bed made you flinch. It was hot, and pleasure leaked from every pore of your body. The way she was rough to you made you crawl even deeper into your brain, leaving little of self-awareness and control left. ‘Jelly’- you had it tattooed in the back of your cortex.
She could do anything to you. And you both knew it.
An itching feeling ran through your body as you felt a fluff and yet sharp object running down your collarbone, through your breast and stomach. You had been whipped before, and the anticipation took a low groan out of you. The acute pain came in your left thigh, leaving a delicious sparkling red feeling behind.
- " More" you whimpered arching your back out of the mattress
Another and then another leash came down, first to your right thigh and then to your collarbone, close to your breast.
The last was followed by her heated and wet tongue, soothing down the aching pain. She sucked your nipple first softly, increasing gradually until she bitted the tip earning a gasp.
- "Who owns you?"
- "You..." you breathed out weakly
- "You what, slut?" She hissed spanking your but
- "You, Wanda, you. Only you" you whimpered louder
She smiled without you knowing, satisfied of how fast you were giving up control to her. She claimed your mouth once more, discarding the whip while marking you with angry nail lines at your side.
Way sooner than you wanted, she got up and left you hot and cold in bed again. Your arm still tied to the bed frame, your legs too weak to move, eyes covered and you dumb brain constantly in search of any suggestion to where she was.
The snapping and zipping sound coming from your left followed the latex stench. Your mouth watered way before she removed the blindfold and you were facing the black harness. The same one you bought her what seemed to be years back.
The moment you took out her blindfold, you watched her pupils adjust to the light just to rapidly grow wide and focused on you. She was drooling and all the will she had left was clearly thrown out the window.
She wore it perfectly. Her fair skin and curves snuggled on the red lingerie complemented by the black strap: such a perfect composition one would think Michelangelo planned it. Your embryo brain wasn't able to form a single strain of words to react to it. Leaving you with a breathy "Damn" and open mouthed stare.
If you paid enough attention, you could hear doors shutting and lights flickering out all through the rest of your brain, leaving a lonely neuron holding a shaky warning sign ‘Jelly’. You were all hers to play with.
---- Lizzie’s POV---
The strap felt like it was physically yours. You could feel power coming from your inner self exuding through its shaft and pouring over its head. Patriarchal ethical dilemmas to be damned, you felt in control of the freaking world right now, and you knew exactly how to use it.
As you crawled above her, your breast hovering less than an inch from her skin, you could see her whole body alight and inclined to your touch. You have never fucked a girl before, but oh! You were so enjoying this...
It first surprised you how wet you were just from seeing her subdued to you. But the weight of the dildo right into your clit and the promise of ruining her, was almost enough to get you tumbled over the edge.
-"Fuck. You look so good, Y/N" You hissed on her ear biting down the sensitive skin behind it "Remember your safe word, because I am not stopping until I break you" the moan that left her lips was the best sound you ever heard.
You aligned your cock into her, bumping the tip on her clit, as it was a switch to make her bulk uncontrollable in search of it. She was sweaty and moved her hips deliciously in search of yours, almost making you lose your teasing mood and plain fuck her.
"Behave, pet" You spit holding back to your self-control. She grunted and reduced her bulking to a perceptive rhythmic clenching of her walls.
You held your cock and grind it through her wet folds: lubricating the whole toy before entering her. You did it slowly, stuck on your own pleasure of seeing her mouth falling open and her eyes wider with each inch you got into her; at the same time your throbbing and sensitive clit was stimulated by the pressure the strap provided.
She was a whimpering fucktoy for you to use.
Once you were inside of her, the surge of control and the blind possessiveness took out the best of you, moving your hips immediately rough, fast and deep. The sound of sloshing just intensified, while her moans got louder and your hip slapping into hers faster and faster. It was mesmerizing, the sight of she taking you so well, your cock sliding into her till the brim with no resistance whatsoever and the delicious realization that she was holding her edge waiting for you to allow her to come. You knew you wouldn't be able to stop.
- "Come for me, Y/N"
---- Reader’s POV ----
The orgasm that hit was strong enough to blind you. You had urgently waited on edge for her to release you, not even remembering how to let go if she didn't tell you how. Your walls clenched around her cock so hard, that the continuous fucking was painful and drove your climax even further.
-"Wanda!!" you were able to scream relieving some of the pressure of wave after wave of pleasure hitting you relentlessly.
Your legs grew limb and weak. They would fall from her waist if she hadn’t repositioned them over her shoulder; open you even more to her.
She did stop for a while leaving you full as she reached for something you couldn't see behind her, but not for long. Soon she was pounding on you slowly and painfully at first, but faster and blissful a few seconds later. Your legs so opened allowed her to hit your cervix so deep that you couldn't even acknowledge how or where you were being fucked anymore.
'Jelly' the last cell whispered to you trying to keep your brain awake.
---- Lizzie’s POV ----
Her second orgasm quickly followed her first after you turned your bullet* on pressing it down to her clit. The throbbing sensation of it on her clit reverberated into the dildo, strap and to your own clit. That made you come down on your first orgasm, screaming right after her.
"Y/N!"
<*vibrating toy>
It was late at night when she finally said it. You had lost count how many times you made her cum and how many you did. After sitting on her face for so long that her lips swelled and the pillow soaked with her tears. After fucking every hole she had on her body with strap, tongue and fingers. After spanking, marking, biting and choking her. She reached her limits while you pressed your mighty bullet on her oversensitive clit for so long she could taste the metallic shaft in her mouth.
"Jelly, Lizzie. Jelly!" she weakly rasped out
You stopped the bullet immediately.
"Are you ok, Y/N?" You asked snapping out from your “Wanda” state of mind like it was a simple switch on your head. The thought of hurting her frightened you enough to scare the shit out of the darkest of Wanda or Scarlet right out of your mind.
"Oh..I am… just... need to rest" You got up, untied her wrist, and gave her some water before pulling her into your arms.
"Yes, love. You were so good today."- You praised her while caressing her hair
It wasn't long before you could hear her sleeping completely drained with a satisfied smile on her face.
---- Reader’s POV ----
Let's just say that being fucked by Wanda was much better than your mind could ever imagine.
You could barely move in bed when you woke up to the smell of eggs and coffee. You were wearing your PJ and had showered sometime during the night -most likely Lizzie aftercare while you were sleeping.
Your brain was back to its normal state and the realization of your impending flight back home made you almost jump out of bed to enjoy the last few hours with the perfect woman.
"I need a wheelchair" you joked as you limped your way to hug a cooking Lizzie from behind.
"You can have my crutches" She smiled turning in your embrace to place a soft kiss on your lips and resting her head in your shoulder "Are you ok? Did I hurt you?"
"Hurt me?" You looked down at her "it was the best sex I ever had.... AND I HAVE FUCKED ELIZABETH OLSEN for Christ sake" both of you laughed "It was amazing, and I wouldn't mind playing with Wanda a few more rounds" you winked at her and gave her a sad kiss remembering you were going away a couple hours after breakfast.
"Yes, I know" She said understanding your mood "let's just have breakfast together and I will help you pack"
The drive to the airport was filled with unsaid words and unshed tears. You knew the way you felt right now was a small price to pay giving the perfect days you got with her. And she knew that opening up to your was worth it, although it felt like her heart was being stripped from her.
You couldn't be seen together as a couple because of the whole media situation, so your last good-bye neither had a kiss, neither had a long touch. You hugged tightly but briefly, leaving your expectations to trash themselves out as you boarded with no hope of feeling better soon.
**** few months later ****
Elizabeth Olsen sent you a text.
It came as surprise to you. You and Lizzie kept a close friend relationship during the first couple of weeks after you came back to Boston. But as it was getting harder for you to get over each other, you slowly drift apart. It has been a couple of weeks since the last time you texted her congratulating on her performance on the trailer of the movie she was shooting when you were together. You had seen some gossip headlines about her and Robbie getting back together, and it was enough for you to ignore the rest of her public life.
Three months later, and reading her name in your phone screen was still enough to race your heart.
(L) I miss you.
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The end
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marimeeko · 2 years ago
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After the war, and after the recovery effort in Japan is started, Katsuki's family decides to take him away to recover. Maybe to some family who lives in another part of the country, somewhere quiet.
He is reluctant, especially when he and Izuku have kind of established some sort of talk about what had happened the past year, what they were feeling, about the war, and about each other... and part of their healing was done with them being inseparable.
Things are starting to go really well between them, and a lot of the air is even more cleared. They're kind of on the same page about some very strong feelings being mutual, but they haven't committed to doing anything about them, or making something official.
They just are now aware just how much they mean to each other. Even if they don't know what to call it.
So Katsuki is kind of annoyed to be taken away from that at this juncture. There's a lot of rebuilding to be done with UA as well and he kind of wants to be part of that. His parents promise that he can take part, but they want him to have at least a couple of weeks kind of removed from the whole area, the campus(where he was literally killed) away from hero work, to refresh and focus entirely on healing himself.
He obliges because he doesn't have the energy to fight his parents on it, let alone participate in the rebuilding efforts just yet as his body readjusts...but he is MOST bothered by the idea of leaving Izuku.
Izuku, at the same time, is asked by a sympathetic Inko, to stay home in Mustafu while his father is finally allowed to return home for a reunion with his wife and kid. He is disappointed that he can't at least take leave with Katsuki to make it easier for him.
So, they compromise by getting themselves connected by FaceTime/Zoom like programs, and they talk every night, and text everyday. They will drop everything to take a quick call from the other and they will use their nightly video chats to talk about everything that they have done in the day, though Katsuki is loudly frustrated that he is "doing nothing out in the middle of nowhere" but Izuku gently laughing, telling him that that's exactly what he is supposed to be doing and it's OK. But then a sad smile and a "I wish I could be out there with you..."
Katsuki staring at him deeply thru the monitor, and softly asking "What about your old man? Everything good?"
Countless times, they will just fall asleep together with their laptops next to them, still on call, wrapped in their blankets.
Their parents turned the computers off for them in the night ONCE but after the boys having horrible nightmares and waking up to a blank screen, they learned to just leave the boys to it. Their energy bill is a small price to pay for their boys having less anxiety attacks from not sensing the other on the other side of the line.
Unbeknownst to the boys, Inko and Mitsuki talk too, about how their kids are doing. And start talking about perhaps taking BOTH families on a combined vacation at some point in the coming months. They'll plan that as things pan out and as UAs continued curriculum schedule for 1-a becomes more concrete.
Once the few weeks away are finished, and Katsuki admittedly feels, physically, a lot better, Katsuki tells Izuku the second he is 5 minutes from the Bakugou home. Izuku drops what he is doing, barely says a rushed, blurred sentence to his parents as he gets out the door, and races across the neighborhood to Katsukis house to be there precisely when the Bakugous pull up to their home.
Katsuki gets out of the back of the car and immediately catches Izuku as he careenes into him. Scoffs and calls him a big, overly affectionate nerd even as he returns the embrace with a look that anyone else would describe as contradictory; prickly, angry and annoyed.
But it's distinctly "kacchan" and Izuku can pull back and see the furious shade of pink on his cheeks, and his eyes cast defiantly away, both lovely and crimson, the right one healed and only the skin of his cheek still marred with soft scarring.
"Welcome home, Kacchan!" He cheerfully laughs, and Katsuki playfully pushes his freckled face away, but smiles the most real smile he has in weeks.
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rillils · 2 years ago
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OK BUT STUCKY LIVING TOGETHER WITH THE AVENGERS AND BUCKY LOVES TO WEAR FLOWER CROWNS AND OTHER NICE AND PRETTY STUFF AND AVENGERS THINKING HOW CUTE BUCKY IS AND BEING "DISGUSTED" (not actually tho) ABOUT HOW DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE STEVE AND BUCKY ARE AND BUCKY DENYING THAT HES CUTE AND HIM DOING A CUTE POUTY FACE AND THE OTHER AVENGERS THINKING THATS CUTE AS WELL ALL THE WHILE STEVE IS STANDING THERE JUST WATCHING HIM WITH THE ABSOLUTELY BIGGEST FRICKITJN HEART EYES EVER AND AND YEAH
NONNIE, OH NONNIE MY LOVE, GOD BLESS YOU SO SO MUCH, DARLING 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 I don't know if you're the same lovely nonnie from the Thor + jealous Steve ask (if you are, then I thank you not 1000, but 2000 times!! 😘😘😘), but either way I LOVE YOU and thank you for bringing such preciousness to my inbox 💕💕💕 I simply adore this trope, and indeed I think this is one of the million opportunities the mcu wasted - so here, I wrote a silly little thing for you that I hope you will enjoy :3
1.5k words under the cut!
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The popcorn kernels hit the bottom of the pan with a happy little tinkle, all tin-tiling-a-ling, spilling like summer hail out of the box. Steve barely hears the sound over the sudden burst of laughter coming from the living room, which – and here comes the pleasant surprise – is the baseline soundtrack of all their game nights lately, and he finds himself grinning along with it as he turns the stove on. Who knows, maybe Lucky went hurtling straight into Tony’s house of UNO cards again.
“Aw Barnes, you’re so cute, man,” Clint – of course it’s Clint – slurs through a mouthful of– possibly a pizza pocket. Could be a coupla pigs in a blanket getting shmooshed in there, though.
Bucky’s reply comes through gritted teeth and positively dripping with indignation. “I am not. Cute.”
Oh yes, ooh yes you are, Steve’s brain supplies instantly, and he steals a quick glance (do 37 seconds still qualify as quick?)– a quick glance towards the couch, where Bucky’s currently demonstrating his Eternal Glower of Profound Betrayal. Dark brows pulled tight together, pursed lips just entering the Hardcore Sulking stage, icing sugar caught in his stubble, and the sight alone makes Steve’s heart feel tender and juicy like chicken thighs after six hours in a slow cooker. Could pull him apart with a spoon, he’s so sweet on the guy.
And God but is Bucky cute; cute doesn’t even begin to cover it. In his new fluffy sweater with the kitty prints, the neon-green pj bottoms, and his arms and legs crossed stubbornly in a full-body pout, he’s just about the cutest thing Steve’s lucky, lucky eyes have ever seen.
He’s wearing his second-favorite flower crown, too – a half a wreath of the most delicate fake cherry blossoms that make the steel blue of his irises pop like goddamn fireworks on the fourth of July. The first time little Cassie caught sight of Bucky in that, she dubbed him an Actual Princess, very earnestly adding that he looked, and dare she say it, prettier than Rapunzel, thus producing the loveliest shade of bubblegum pink all over Bucky’s cheeks – a color which Steve has been trying to recreate, with much patience and dedication, with the loving touch of his fingers and the filthiest words he can fit in his mouth, if only to see how far down Bucky’s body he can get it to reach.
In other words, yes – he’s very much on Clint’s side on this one.
“The man’s right, Barton, he’s not cute,” Sam chimes in, his toothgapped grin all but glinting with mischief. “I believe the word you’re looking for is adorable.”
Amen to that, brother, Steve thinks to himself, just barely remembering to cover the pan before the popcorn starts popcornin’ right into his face.
“Fuck off, Wilson,” Bucky replies, helpfully illustrating the anatomy of a middle finger for Sam’s special benefit.
“Excuse me,” Tony pipes up, one UNO Reverse card tucked behind his ear and two more balanced precariously on top of his multi-story card tower, “I would urge all of you people to consider a true evergreen. The all-powerful, the all-encompassing, the one and only: precious.”
A chorus of cooing noises erupts across the room, rippling from body to body all around the coffee table, until Scott’s arm is shooting up, phone a-wiggling in the air.
“Wait wait wait, I’ve got one– JARVIS, if you please?”
There is a beat of silence. Then the AI’s voice echoes through the entire floor, somewhat mortified.
“As per Mr. Lang’s request, I submit for your perusal an animated Graphic Interchange Format, depicting a small child with cartoonish features, who appears to be holding an overlarge stuffed toy in the shape of a unicorn. The script beneath it reads, It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die.”
The GIF in question starts playing on loop on every screen available in the room – including the one that occupies the entire length of a wall – and the little crowd immediately explodes in a symphony of cackles and excited “Yes!”s and “Spot on”s and “Look Barnes, it’s you!”.
“I hate all of you,” Bucky grumbles, seemingly resigned to his fate; but Steve doesn’t miss the amused twinkle in his eye, nor the subtle curl in the corner of his pouty mouth.
Bucky’s gaze finds him, bright and beautiful, and they exchange a long look across the living room’s open space – intimate, somehow, even over the ruckus caused by their merrymaking friends.
And it might be the popcorn beginning to knock into the lid under Steve’s hand, but there’s something here, fizzing in the tips of his fingers, tingling at the base of his neck; something bubbly and sweet filling up his chest, that he just can’t keep a lid on tonight.
When he sees Nat perched on the backrest just behind Bucky, tugging on his half-braided hair and pleasantly threatening, You move your head again and I’ll bite your ears off – and Bucky drawls out a soft little Sorrey for her, but he keeps grinning up at Steve, his eyes like the shimmer of sunlight on clear waters.
When he finds Clint trying to stick fridge magnets to Bucky’s vibranium arm even through his fuzzy sleeve, then dragging Sam into it too like Hey man, check this out, and from there it’s all about how many times they can spell ‘DICK’ on him before Bucky notices and shoves them both off the couch.
Even when Thor interrupts his Mario Kart showdown with Bruce to offer, “Personally, I find it quite a dashing look – although in my experience, fresh flowers improve it tenfold. STEVEN! You must provide your beloved with fresh flowers for his hair every day! It’s tradition!”
And amongst all the snacks laid out before him, the teasing smile on Bucky’s lips is still the only thing Steve wants to taste tonight.
“You hear that, Steven?” Says his beloved.
Steve adores him. Steve would worship the ground his green-socked feet walk on. “Loud and clear, baby.”
Ohh, it’s worth saying it just for the lovely blush it puts on the apples of Bucky’s cheeks, rosey pink and delicious; and maybe, yeah, maybe even for the outburst of catcalls and Get-a-room’s it gets him, the second the word is out of his mouth.
“Aww, he said baby~”
“That’s so cute, you guys–”
“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
“No, shut up– if you two lovebirds start making out in front of me again, I will throw up in the guacamole bowl and it won’t be pretty.”
“Nah, don’t you listen to this old sourball here, this is a PDA-friendly zone! If you guys feel like a bit of canoodling, some squeezin’ and a-lovin’–”
“Yo Rogers, that popcorn about ready or you still growin’ it?”
And. And Steve loves it. This– this, right here. It’s pure unadulterated chaos sometimes – all right, most of the time – but he can hardly picture his life without a healthy dose of this anymore.
Four years ago, he was a shell of a man; raw pulp under a too-thin rind, the chill of ice still creeping in his veins, with barely the will to see another day.
 Two years ago, he found something he’d thought he’d lost forever to the sharp embrace of a frost-coated ravine. Hope. And what a powerful fuel that proved to be.
Ten months ago, when Bucky first sought his kisses again, and slipped into his arms as easy as if he’d never ever left them at all, Steve rediscovered the meaning of bliss. He had everything he needed. Everything he’d dreamed of, night after day after night. What more could he have wished for?
Today, an unexpected answer presents itself to him.
“Hey, pass the chips, will you?”
“You think we’ve got any caramel sauce?”
“If you unleash one more of those green shells upon me, then so help me Odin–”
This. He wants this, with no name to put to it, except for the way it makes him feel inside. This thing that fills a room, warm and lovely, like hot chocolate poured in a cup, and feels so much like an embrace. Like coming in from the cold.
He never would have dared to wish for it. Hell, he didn’t even think he could afford to ask for it, but now that it’s here, he finds he’s hungry for it; and it doesn’t feel like greed at all. It just feels– good.
He’s only vaguely aware of Sam walking up to him, handing him an empty bowl to pour the fresh popcorn in. His brown eyes are gentle, knowing – but then, Sam always seems to know something Steve doesn’t.
“Happy’s a good look on you, man,” Sam says, and this smile, ah, this Steve couldn’t hold back if he tried with all his might.
He looks over to the couch, where Bucky’s holding his belly as he laughs, head thrown back and flower crown drooping perilously over his eyes. Steve is smiling so hard, it hurts.
“Thanks, man.”
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eviethedevil · 2 years ago
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Everlong Love (Peter Pan x Reader) pt 3
NEW FEELING
”I see we have a new guest”
I nodded, “mhm, he says his name is Thomas.”
”well, Thomas,” he said with a smirk, I could tell he was up to something, “I’m Peter Pan, your in Neverland.”
”Neverland?! Like from the fairy tale?” Thomas exclaimed with wide eyes.
“It’s more than just a fairy tale, Thomas, it’s a sanctuary” I had to bite my lip to stop myself from snorting when Pan said this. Granted Neverland was our, my, home, but it wasn’t the easiest of places to live in. 
The kettle whistling brought me back to my senses. I quickly rushed over, taking it of the stovetop grill and onto the oak wood counter. It stopped making that high pitch screeching in seconds. The boys carried on the conversation about Neverland and how Thomas is lost and all that jazz. I pored some tea for Thomas and me, as I handed it over to him i asked pan “you want anything to drink?” 
“You got any of that special tea? If not I’ll have whatever you’ve got.” 
I nodded in response and grabbed a small glass jar full of my handmade tea bags off the top shelf and added one to pans mug. I made it for him a few years back to thank him for saving me from the mermaids again. For some reason he demanded he was the only one to use it, and he always used it. 
I traced my finger over the engraving I made on it ‘dear Peter Pan, thank you for everything, y/n’, as I handed it to him, our hands touched and I felt my cheeks flush. I quickly turned away to hide it. Why was I feeling like this all of a sudden? Why where there butterfly’s swarming my stomach?   
I silently walked over to the cooking pot and checked the rabbits, but still in a trance of why I was feeling like this about peter pan, I accidentally touched the burning hot metal. Cursing under my breath I sprinted to the tap and ran it under water. A deep red mark started to show. 
Suddenly I felt a breath on the back of my neck. He reached out and caresses it gently and the intense sting slowly started to leave. His other hand made its way to my waist and rested lightly above my hip. 
I just stood there for a minute, dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. But then the silence was broken when Thomas called out
”what happened? Are you ok?”
”I'm fine Thomas, it’s just a small burn.” I replied trying to hide the wobble in my voice. I'm not sure whether it was from Peter being to close or the pain on my wrist or maybe just a bit of both. 
Out of nowhere a mock came at the door. Pan moved slowing me to go answer it. One again, as I was reaching for the handle, it burst open. Only this time it wasn’t Felix, it was one of the older boys, Martin, who walked straight up to pan and whispered something in his ear that I didn’t quite catch.
”y/n can you train the boys today? Make sure none leave the camp.” Pan requested, id only trained them alone a few times before but they listen to me most of the time. They didn’t in the first few weeks I was here but one day they just stopped going against anything I said. 
“Yeah sure.” 
Pan and Martin left and I finished up the boys breakfast with seconds to spare as I heard the boys starting to run around outside. I watched them from the window in a daze. The little ones stayed out the way of the older ones games, knowing they might get hurt if they get i know the way. Some of the older ones sat around the burnt wood remains where the campfire was last night chatting. Others where playing tag or roughhousing.
“Um, y/n, I finished my tea, it was delicious but could I have some food by chance?” Thomas said, making me remember he was there. 
“Yeah of course.” I said and filled a bowl with rabbit soup and passed it to him. 
“Thanks.” He said barely audible before gulping down the soup in seconds.
”whoa slow down hungry bugga, don’t want hiccups now so we?”
 He chuckled a bit but sure enough, was interrupted by a loud hiccups. His face went a deep shade of red. I let out a quiet laugh as I handed a cup of water to him.
”It’s water, drink it slowly. I’ll be back later, don’t move out this room.” I instructed him before grabbing the large basket of bowls and the huge cooking but containing rabbit stew. 
After setting it down outside most of the boys started lining up.
”Youngest at the front!” I yelled, they quickly rearranged themselves from youngest to oldest. I filled bowls up and handed it out. They boys scattered themselves out in there usual places, chatting with friends or just admiring the nature. A lot of boys have told me how much better the island has gotten since I arrived. A few say the island coordinates with pans feelings.
Once making sure all the boys had food and were comfy I went to pans hut as it had all the spare clothes in it. 
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ochoislas · 1 year ago
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EL JARDÍN
¡Qué vanamente obcécanse los hombres codiciando el laurel, el roble o palma, para ver sus trabajos incesantes coronar una yerba, un árbol solo, que con el corto ruedo de su sombra vitupera, discreto, sus fatigas; cuando árboles y flores todos trenzan la tupida guirnalda del reposo!
¡En tal lugar te hallé, preclara Paz, con Inocencia, que es tu amada hermana! Errado largo tiempo yo os buscaba en negocioso trato de las gentes. Si acaso brotan vuestras sacras matas, sólo podrán medrar entre estas plantas. ¡Cuán incivil ya me pareces, Mundo, ante esta deleitosa soledad!
Jamás nácar ni grana se mostraron como este dulce y regalado verde. Tiernos amantes, cual su llama fieros, árboles hieren con el caro nombre. ¡Qué mal conocen, ay, ni se percatan que éstos ofuscan la beldad que ansían! Claros troncos, si vuestra piel llagara, otro nombre que el vuestro no se viera.
Una vez enfriados los Afectos encuentra aquí el Amor digno retiro. Dioses, que tras mortal belleza corren, dan fin a su carrera frente a un árbol. Apolo persiguó de modo a Dafne por tal que de un laurel tomara forma. Y Pan tras de Siringa se apresura, no tanto por ser ninfa cuanto caña.
¡Qué portentosa vida es la que llevo! Manzanas en sazón sobre mí llueven; los copiosos racimos de la viña de suyo prensan en mi boca el vino; la nectarina, el pérsico escogido, a mi mano se tienden por sí solos; tropezando en melones, a mi paso, preso en lazo de flores, caigo en grama.
La Mente en tanto, de menguados gustos, al retiro se aparta de su dicha —la Mente, ponto donde cada especie su inmediata semblanza al punto encuentra, y crea, empero, trascendiendo tales, tantos mundo ajenos, tantos mares—, aniquilando todo lo plasmado en un verde pensar en sombras verdes.
Aquí, ya al pie de la fontana lábil, ya en la cepa musgosa de un frutal, de sí arrojando su terreno velo, mi alma por la enramada se destila: como un pájaro allá se posa y canta, se aguza luego, y peina alas de plata; y, en tanto se apareja al vasto vuelo, cambiantes de la luz copia en sus plumas.
Tal fue una vez aquel feliz estado cuando el hombre pisó sin más consorte; ¡tras un lugar tan puro y tan sabroso qué otro sufragio ya pudiera hallarse! Mas trascendía la mortal fortuna vagar por el vergel en solitario: se adunaran allá dos paraísos en morar paraíso y sin compaña.
Qué diestro el jardinero así trazó con flor y yerba este cuadrante nuevo, en donde un sol benigno de la altura discurre por zodíaco fragante; y la industriosa abeja en sus afanes, al par de nos, va computando el tiempo. Y es que tan dulces y salubres horas, ¿cómo, sin yerba y flor, fueran contadas?
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THE GARDEN
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from some single Herb or Tree, Whose short and narrow verged Shade Does prudently their Toyles upbraid; While all Flow'rs and all Trees do close To weave the Garlands of repose.
Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence thy Sister dear! Mistaken long, I sought you then In busie Companies of Men. Your sacred Plants, if here below, Only among the Plants will grow. Society is all but rude, To this delicious Solitude.
No white nor red was ever seen So am'rous as this lovely green. Fond Lovers, cruel as their Flame, Cut in these Trees their Mistress name. Little, Alas, they know, or heed, How far these Beauties Hers exceed! Fair Trees! where s'eer your barkes I wound, No Name shall but your own be found.
When we have run our Passions heat, Love hither makes his best retreat. The Gods, that mortal Beauty chase, Still in a Tree did end their race. Apollo hunted Daphne so, Only that She might Laurel grow. And Pan did after Syrinx speed, Not as a Nymph, but for a Reed.
What wond'rous Life in this I lead! Ripe Apples drop about my head; The Luscious Clusters of the Vine Upon my Mouth do crush their Wine; The Nectaren, and curious Peach, Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on Melons, as I pass, Insnar'd with Flow'rs, I fall on Grass.
Mean while the Mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness: The Mind, that Ocean where each kind Does streight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other Worlds, and other Seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green Thought in a green Shade.
Here at the Fountains sliding foot, Or at some Fruit-trees mossy root, Casting the Bodies Vest aside, My Soul into the boughs does glide: There like a Bird it sits, and sings, Then whets, and combs its silver Wings; And, till prepar'd for longer flight, Waves in its Plumes the various Light.
Such was that happy Garden-state, While Man there walk'd without a Mate: After a Place so pure, and sweet, What other Help could yet be meet! But 'twas beyond a Mortal's share To wander solitary there: Two Paradises 'twere in one To live in Paradise alone.
How well the skilful Gardner drew Of flow'rs and herbes this Dial new; Where from above the milder Sun Does through a fragrant Zodiack run; And, as it works, th' industrious Bee Computes its time as well as we. How could such sweet and wholsome Hours Be reckon'd but with herbs and flow'rs!
Andrew Marvell
di-versión©ochoislas
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peaterookie · 2 years ago
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Lupin III Chapter 55 Review
my ass is so tired but im really excited to cover this chapter
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it is the chapter
THE CHAPTER
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literally the first episode of the lupin anime im so excited to cover this ngl the first time i read it i didnt understand what the fuck was even happening sooo now that ive watched the anime adaption hopefully i can do this chapter justice
oh yeah the english version of the chapter calls it "Grand Theft Auto" which is… an interesting choice.
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ok so in this chapter there's a car racing tournament happening unlike the anime this is most likely an actual race instead of a fake one done by scorpion (they dont exist in the manga)
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zenigata stands on the side, perhaps trying to look for lupin..? also i love how in the chapter he wears cool shades for a couple of panels
like it was all planned, lupin arrives pretending to be a worker in the tournament he hides his face with a stack of boxes, but zenigata completely sees through it and tries to catch him zenigata fails sadly, and he bonks into fujiko whos transporting a cola vending machine
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he's pissed off and basically tells monkey punch he's quitting and just leaves the race LMAO poor guy turns out lupin was hiding in the vending machine all along! he pops outta there and turns out zenigata was just joking, he was hiding ontop the machine waiting for him to come out will zenigata succeed this time!?
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the answer is no he just gets??? crashed by a car by fujiko??? i dont know the manga page looks a bit confusing but the point is zenigata fails to catch lupin and fujiko and lupin runs away
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lupin tells fujiko he loves her then fujiko goes like do you really mean it then he literally just runs away what an asshole
then the chapter finally gets the scene that got adapted in the anime the race between lupin and zenigata! lupin this time actually has a tougher time trying to outspeed zenigata he's tryna stay in the lead to execute his plan which is later revealed to be robbing a huge bank
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Z: You can't escape, Lupin! L: That is the world's most stubborn man. L: For this plan to work... I have to stay in the lead!
then we pan to jigen observing the race, while fujiko meets up with him jigen, wearing the same attire as lupin's, is going to swap in his place fujiko's just there to make sure the plan goes smoothly
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and surprise surprise, the swap is successfully done, and lupin goes to target the bank!
meanwhile in the bank itself some dudes are panicking and trying to find zenigata while a detective called bungoro (on the left) i assume is there to fill in his place
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going back to the race, there are two film recorders recording the race, and they manage to spot the swap happening… fujiko is there to stop them from getting the films to the judge though, and demands to take it from them >:) im honestly surprised she's given a more useful role than what she got in the anime lol
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we don't see what happens next though, as it goes back to whats happening in the bank
detective bungoro asks the owner to open the vault to examine it when they come to vault though, he gets knocked out by another bungoro, saying the first one was lupin???
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thats not the end though it turns out the first bungoro was ACTUALLY the real one and lupin simply put a mask of his face on him… the second bungoro (which is just lupin) at this point already left with the safe and the owner of the vault returns to confirmed that they've been played.
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ok going back to fujiko which is simply the better sideplot
while lupin was going on his silly little heist, fujiko gets beaten up by the camera crew, drops the film, and they retrieve it back from her luckily for the fujiko nation, she still has a sneaky trick on her sleeve !!
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good job fujiko, you barely succeeded and thats really good feat considering you've done nothing significant in the manga so far and yes, she doesn't betray lupin at all in the chapter ;)
lupin returns to jigen and swaps place with them again, and confirms with jigen that he got the monei and he wins the race as well!!!
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he looks so happy zenigata however, has other plans after this race, and is about to arrest lupin!? after all that work…
BUT- he gets interrupted by the police officers, who informs zenigata that lupin has robbed a bank, and carries him off without realizing lupin is right in front of them…
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Z: YOU IDIOTS! LUPIN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! I HATE THIS MANGA!
The End.
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I know flag discourse is kinda done and over with but I'd seen a tweet that had something to do with lgbtq+ flags and every tweet about the lesbian flag being the prettiest was like.... :/ setting aside stuff about the creator, it's like just not, I don't see it as very appealing colors and it's literally just half of the butch flag and half of the lipstick flag--which had a problematic creator itself and the whole reason for the redesign! And I know the colors probably mean more than butch/femme but like, ya know, idk not every lesbian is butch or femme but whatever.
At this point though I feel like I wouldn't be able to use any other flags--and also just like uh, feel like cause I'm mspec lesbian there's a whole other can of worms so like. Idk how to end this vent lol hope you're doing ok.
Discourse is never over, IMO. It just kinda goes through cycles, I think. But yeah, I agree with you. Personal opinions about the creator and such aside, it really just ISN'T as pretty as people say it is. I mean, I've never really liked the color orange, but I understand that it CAN be pretty. But in that flag?? No, it's not. It's bad shades and a bad combo of colors. And honestly, the meanings don't make me think of those colors anyway. And yes, it IS a combo of two flags, which has its own set of issues such as what you said about not every lesbian being butch and femme (those terms aren't even lesbian-exlusive either).
But honey, you can use whatever flag you want. If people don't know what flag it is, so what? If they really care, they can politely ask. Personally, I claim 3 different lesbian flags: the Sappho lesbian flag, the one I created, and the pan lesbian flag by @bi-lesbian. Not many people, especially not many outside the Internet, know exactly what flags they are, but that doesn't matter to me because they make ME happy and that's all that matters. The only thing that sucks about using flags different from mainstream ones is that it's harder to get merch of them. But I already got the Sappho lesbian and the pan lesbian flag custom made, and I even got an artist I like to make a Sappho lesbian flag version of a sticker they designed! So it's not impossible, just a little harder to acquire.
Please use whatever flag(s) make you happy, and forget what everyone else thinks. Your happiness is what matters 💜🩷💛💚 And I hope you're doing alright as well!!
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ofcarnvge · 2 years ago
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Unarmed
@annalis-e--shadowofpanem
Pan could not discern the when, where, or how, but Molly was gone from her.  And for the moment, Pan wrestled with regret of ever telling her about the bracelet, But Lucky appeared at her side to hold tightly to her hand. She was much older now, about as old as Pan. At both her mothers’ sides, in different stages of her life.
“She made her choice,” Lucky reminded her. “She learns it. Just like you will. Eventually, we all do.”
The moment lasted mere seconds, and Molly returned from it with terror across her face. Before Pan could ask anything about what she saw, Molly had her own pressing queries. Her thoughts flew to Cyanne, and the vision of the house on the beach gave way to the present guestroom in Floss’s home.
Pan motioned to the bracelet. “She studying the stone. She volunteered after the stone and the mechanism it was locked in touched down in North America. After she found out what the stone could do, she feigned insanity and locked herself away in the Pillbox to study it and the mechanism further. She says the stone is inscribed with instructions to build…something. But…with our limited knowledge of this…phenomenon…we can surmise that someone from a time long past reached out to us for help.”
Pan sat down on the bed. “Directly to us. They addressed us as Shades.”
Pan’s thoughts moved to the last time they spoke, back when this first began. The thought of reaching out again to speak to her crossed her mind, but instead… she reached for her phone.
“What’s wrong? What did you see?”
Everything was exactly where it was the day before. Cyanne couldn’t muster up the courage to continue working. For hours, she watched the staff move around the lab, trying to find the holes in their security…but no one could find them. The more blanks they drew, the more concerned Cyanne grew.
Cyanne found herself startled by her phone. The name on the screen startled her more.
Cyanne picked up. “Paris??”
“You put out a request to aid Amy in a pick-up,” Paris responded directly. “Am I correct?”
Cyanne sat up from her pillow. “...Yea…but that’s not happening for a while now. Amber is still transferring files to the server here.”
“Listen to me very carefully. The Library finished a recount of all files after reconstructing the Network. There’s only one file missing–a fragment of William Hite’s archived journal. There’s a chance she might have transferred it to you.”
Cyanne crawled out of bed and moved to the computer attached to Amber’s borrowed server and began searching through the files. “One moment…”
“I’ll wait.”
She launched a search for the journal and the PC found it in a couple of minutes. Cyanne opened the file and after a few minutes…
It was a single entry….and the words Hite had written sent Cyanne into a panic. She began to pull the hardlines from a server as quickly as she could. “Does anyone know this is missing??”
“I have a feeling someone does. A Shadow, Latavia Prince, went missing from Paris, as well as the detail was dispatched to locate her. I had time so I looked into it, so I flew out. I was only there for a second before I stepped out. I’d recognize the perfume anywhere.”
Cyanne breath began to hitch. “Are you ok?”
“I’m fine. I’ve spent some time training myself against it.
Cyanne leaned against the glass of her quarantine chamber “Amber didn’t just want to keep news about Pan’s pregnancy from leaking…she wanted to fragment the journal long enough to keep this evidence from spreading…Paris, if what you’re suggesting is true, Amy won't get to Amber in time–”
“Cyanne. I’m already here with Koa. We’re trying to figure out how to proceed. ”
Panic began to set in. “Get her out.” Cyanne cried. “Get her out now. I’ll try to warn her.”
“She has her ears to everything. Considering I just received a set of coordinates from her, I’m sure she’s listening now,” Paris’s voice was as calm as it was cold and calculating. “I’m willing to wager that she’s already moving.”
“I hope so.”
All the jokes with the Shadows came to a swift end after Amber heard the call.
The last thing she sent from her computer was a message to Paris. After that, she dented an aluminum baseball bat in the act of destroying her whole system. She doused the rest in gasoline, lit a match, and set ablaze her home for most of her life. She watched for as long as she could before the flames pushed her out of the tiny office and sent her sprinting to the roof.
Amber didn’t have time to research whoever Latavia was…but she knew that any Shadow would know a gas fire when they saw it.
So would Paris.
The deluge of information that Liss had been concealing before she arrived at the Upton residence suddenly seemed like the last trickle of rainwater running off a roof tile. 
Molly looked down once more at the bracelet slumbering, seething, in the desk drawer, before she gently slid it shut. The sedate presence of Floss’ house returning under her feet was more than welcome. 
Especially given what she was about to say. Despite everything an amused smile pulled at the corner of her lips, she moved a step toward Liss and leveled her with a gentle, but serious expression.
“Ok.” She said, like a person planning a careful maneuver. “I’m gonna say some stuff now. If I hadn't met Lucky, met Bowen - I might have thought I’d gone crazy. Or you’d been handed some kind of...mental sabotage. But I know them, so I know this...”
She took another step. Molly was smart as a whip, endlessly practical, but not especially scientific, so the words sounded odd, but despite the speaker they rang with an authoritative prescience;
“There’s a planet about fifty million light years away from Earth, it’s called S’ruthan Liar. That’s where the stone came from. It started the journey about two thousand years ago, and it was sent by people with...this...ability. Reach, they call it. They did it because they knew something bad was going to happen.”
Molly paused. Not quite believing what she was about to say next.
“The bad thing starts with a war, if we do nothing all of the Sruthan Jasper...” Molly gestured to the closed drawer. “...will be mined out of the planet, and it’ll be used for unchecked military applications, they’ll build bombs out of it. But the problem is...” 
Molly chewed her lip trying to find the words. “...Sruthan Jasper doesn't just affect space, it affects time. That’s how it works. So if the current chain of events goes ahead...The war will result in the spatial and temporal collapse of about a quarter of the universe, including Earth...In exactly thirty two years, nine months and five days.”
She placed her hands on Liss’ shoulders. The terror had gone out of her expression, her eyes glimmered with action. 
“I know they sent us the instructions for a device. I know we need to send someone, just one person - they worked it out, like weaving. If we send them, we can stop it. I might even be able to work out a way to bring them back, to make doorways! Create new technology! This is...” She laughed. “This is crazy. But it’s real. Cyanne has got the right idea, but she’s an engineer, I’m...” Molly wondered genuinely how to proceed with that sentence.
“I think I’m something else, something much older. I can help her finish it but I need to put my hands on the pieces.”
She laughed, of course there were other worlds. But it was very strange when they almost literally knocked on your door and delivered an SOS.
“Call Cyanne, tell her I can help. Get me on a plane to the pillbox. But-” Her hands slid down to clasp Liss’ wrists gently, stroking her thumbs over her forearms. 
“-We have thirty two years, nine months and five days before the end of the world. Shall we eat dinner first?”
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Floss entered the front room turned infirmary to find O-ren Ishii not only out of bed but doing stretches. She gave Go go a gentle admonishing look but the bodyguard simply raised her hands in a gesture of helplessness. Floss felt a flush of pride regardless, there was nothing quite so satisfying as undoing the venom of a nasty snake.
“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, Ishii-san.”
“O-ren, please.” O-ren turned to the Englishwoman with a smile and extended a friendly handshake. Floss took it amicably.
“Go go tells me you’re the genius that created the antidote. I don't know how to thank you, but you have a standing invitation at my house should you like to come do your work in Japan.”
Floss blushed, flustered. “Well...genius may be a little strong.” She countered with her usually deference. O-ren saw right through it and raised an eyebrow. 
“Not good at taking a genuine compliment, you should be careful of that you know...Especially when it’s a Yakuza complimenting you.”
Floss froze a moment. Go go rolled her eyes. “She’s joking!” The smile cracked on O-ren’s face. She hadn't lost all of her wicked humour.
“Honestly though, if we’d had you in our corner sooner we might have been free of Bill much easier. Please be proud of what you’ve done.”
Generally, Floss was the one to hand out maternal advice but she felt a twinge of genuine pride; she hadn't really had parents the way most people had. It felt a little like approval. She looked at the other woman with a real earnestness. 
“In that case, noted.” She said gently. “Since you’re up, would you like something to eat? I think Cereza’s making dinner?”
Neither Go go nor O-ren had had a square meal in three days. They took up the invitation to the kitchen gladly. 
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Mallory sat in her hiding spot a little way out from the house feeling tense and miserable. Evening was slowly drawing in. It was a bad plan; she didn't know the layout or how many people were inside. It was essentially her, a knife and some cable ties against a completely unknown threat - all to try and extract some information. 
Milo would be trying to talk her out of it if she was responding to messages. But she purposefully wasn't. 
Something fast moving flickered on the periphery of her vision making her heart beat in her throat. Then it was gone. Probably just another deer. 
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coldteaxspilledink · 9 months ago
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Tied With a Silver Chain: Trade Winds verse
Bruce Miller x Colleen Murphy
"I plan on doing a lot of beach combing and crying at night under the stars smoking a shit ton of weed…and I know now that I'll be ok.."
Not once did she mention Dave. She didn't have to, she already knew how it was going down around their tiny town. He was probably holed up in his mother's basement only going out at night and taking a job over in Annis Island, looking for a place in Maine up near Derry. He's thinking of taking that care taker position for a writer's summer place on Dark Score Lake but he's waiting on a call back. He's regretting every second of it now and she's not. She was done a long time ago and now the excuses had run out. They were two completely different people then when they'd first met, Colleen had carried their relationship the entire time while he had Peter Pan-ned his way through life. She'd let him go about three years ago when she found out about Kelly, the dancer over at the Razzle Dazzle Room over the county line off the highway. Her time away from home became more and more frequent as she traveled for work, slowly building her family's fishing company around the trip state area then over to her family in Ireland. Jimmy would have been proud.
'You gotta tell the folks back home you're ok, Colly. They love you even though he didn't. David Sullivan's getting what he's got coming. Don't you worry. Just call Helene.'
Anchoring herself off in Bermuda nearly a month since she'd stormed out away from home waters. She'd left long detailed notes for each of them, trying her very best to explain why she needed time to herself. She hoped they understood.
Except Sully. Fuck Sully.
Sighing she stared at the empty co captain's seat in the wheel room. Plopping down in the opposite one she lit her hand rolled cigarette and inhaled deeply. Cradling the satellite phone on her shoulder she double checked the windows to make sure she was completely enclosed. She wasn't about to give herself away by the smell to a curious local looking for the good stuff.
"It'll be just me and the boat and water. It's time for a change but I don't want you or your Dad or my mother to worry. I love you Helene and please don't worry, I'll be ok. Pinky promise and this joint's for you."
Leaving a noisy smacking childish kiss into the phone she hung up and cackled to herself. She was pretty much stocked for dry goods and the perishables were in cold storage and deep freeze in the galley. She hadn't had much of an appetite for food at the moment and good grief, she'd opened the her parents liquor cabinet and found a treasure trove of mixers and booze. She was set for a bit to get herself straight. Sully be damned. Gone was the Black Velvet and Diet Coke with a cherry, that was Sully's mother's Doreen's favorite drink. Not hers. Right now called for something different. Ice in a tall glass with light rum and ginger beer with an orange wheel. Out on the deck she sighed as she sat in a fisherman's chair. She was set for deep sea fishing and the poles weren't much these days, especially on an island like this. Perhaps she's offer her bartending services at some local dive for cash. Maybe she'd go back to Florida? She'd had a hell of a good time out there and she'd learned about herself. Something about how open it was had surprised and delighted her.
That bartender was a sweetheart, Bruce.. and you still owe him a fishing trip.
"Whatever I decide to do I'm going to do it and I'm going to be happy."
Somewhere overhead the stars twinkled as a large one streaked across the evening sky. Her favorite shade of red painted the sky, a true sailor's delight as her Dad used to say. The universe was giving her a sign to allow herself some happiness, some peace.
Raising up her drink she cranked the radio and smiled.
'Talk about perfect timing…'
Dave had gifted her a locket on their second Christmas together after they, or rather he, had decided to finally tell other people they were officially together. A Spanish sterling chain with a heavy locket containing a photo of them together posed for her nursing school graduation. He looked smug even back the and she looked like a ghost in her traditional nurse's uniform. All of that changed her and yet here she was, still bobbing along.
And my love is an anchor tied to you Tied with a silver chain
The necklace had begun to feel like an anchor around her neck, but at this moment it had never felt so heavy until right now. She hadn't had the heart to sell it and put that energy back out into the world. It felt unbearable now. Especially after feeling so alive after meeting Bruce. It was time for another change, she'd decided. Yanking off the chain with one good solid pull it gave with a satisfying snap as she hurled it overboard with a sigh. Her neck no longer ached and her shoulders felt loose for the first time in a decade.
"FUCK YOU, SULLY!"
Downing the rest of her drink she curled up below deck and fell asleep to the sound of the ocean lapping against the hull.
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colleenmurphy · 9 months ago
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"I plan on doing a lot of beach combing and crying at night under the stars smoking a shit ton of weed...and I know now that I'll be ok.."
Not once did she mention Dave. She didn't have to, she already knew how it was going down around their tiny town. He was probably holed up in his mother's basement only going out at night and taking a job over in Annis Island, looking for a place in Maine up near Derry. He's thinking of taking that care taker position for a writer's summer place on Dark Score Lake but he's waiting on a call back. He's regretting every second of it now and she's not. She was done a long time ago and now the excuses had run out. They were two completely different people then when they'd first met, Colleen had carried their relationship the entire time while he had Peter Pan-ned his way through life. She'd let him go about three years ago when she found out about Kelly, the dancer over at the Razzle Dazzle Room over the county line off the highway. Her time away from home became more and more frequent as she traveled for work, slowly building her family's fishing company around the trip state area then over to her family in Ireland. Jimmy would have been proud.
'You gotta tell the folks back home you're ok, Colly. They love you even though he didn't. David Sullivan's getting what he's got coming. Don't you worry. Just call Helene.'
Anchoring herself off in Bermuda nearly a month since she'd stormed out away from home waters. She'd left long detailed notes for each of them, trying her very best to explain why she needed time to herself. She hoped they understood.
Except Sully. Fuck Sully.
Sighing she stared at the empty co captain's seat in the wheel room. Plopping down in the opposite one she lit her hand rolled cigarette and inhaled deeply. Cradling the satellite phone on her shoulder she double checked the windows to make sure she was completely enclosed. She wasn't about to give herself away by the smell to a curious local looking for the good stuff.
"It'll be just me and the boat and water. It's time for a change but I don't want you or your Dad or my mother to worry. I love you Helene and please don't worry, I'll be ok. Pinky promise and this joint's for you."
Leaving a noisy smacking childish kiss into the phone she hung up and cackled to herself. She was pretty much stocked for dry goods and the perishables were in cold storage and deep freeze in the galley. She hadn't had much of an appetite for food at the moment and good grief, she'd opened the her parents liquor cabinet and found a treasure trove of mixers and booze. She was set for a bit to get herself straight. Sully be damned. Gone was the Black Velvet and Diet Coke with a cherry, that was Sully's mother's Doreen's favorite drink. Not hers. Right now called for something different. Ice in a tall glass with light rum and ginger beer with an orange wheel. Out on the deck she sighed as she sat in a fisherman's chair. She was set for deep sea fishing and the poles weren't much these days, especially on an island like this. Perhaps she's offer her bartending services at some local dive for cash. Maybe she'd go back to Florida? She'd had a hell of a good time out there and she'd learned about herself. Something about how open it was had surprised and delighted her.
That bartender was a sweetheart, Bruce.. and you still owe him a fishing trip.
"Whatever I decide to do I'm going to do it and I'm going to be happy."
Somewhere overhead the stars twinkled as a large one streaked across the evening sky. Her favorite shade of red painted the sky, a true sailor's delight as her Dad used to say. The universe was giving her a sign to allow herself some happiness, some peace.
Raising up her drink she cranked the radio and smiled.
'Talk about perfect timing...'
Dave had gifted her a locket on their second Christmas together after they, or rather he, had decided to finally tell other people they were officially together. A Spanish sterling chain with a heavy locket containing a photo of them together posed for her nursing school graduation. He looked smug even back the and she looked like a ghost in her traditional nurse's uniform. All of that changed her and yet here she was, still bobbing along.
And my love is an anchor tied to you Tied with a silver chain
The necklace had begun to feel like an anchor around her neck, but at this moment it had never felt so heavy until right now. She hadn't had the heart to sell it and put that energy back out into the world. It felt unbearable now. Especially after feeling so alive after meeting Bruce. It was time for another change, she'd decided. Yanking off the chain with one good solid pull it gave with a satisfying snap as she hurled it overboard with a sigh. Her neck no longer ached and her shoulders felt loose for the first time in a decade.
"FUCK YOU, SULLY!"
Downing the rest of her drink she curled up below deck and fell asleep to the sound of the ocean lapping against the hull.
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