#i hecking love trig so much!!!!

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Capri x reader

Reader is the “water boy”/manager of the football team, Capri does cheer

It’s senior year, Capri and reader have been dating in secret…what happens when a football boy tries to make a move on Capri?

Don’t talk to me

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, mentions of periods, a bit of quarrelling

“Why are you even talking to me? Didn’t you see me with her?”

Capri Donahue, Frederick Douglass High’s lovely, lovely queen bee. She’d be the death of you, in good ways and bad. Beneath that bubbly and sometimes snarky, facade, Capri was a big ‘ol softie. The sweetest partner one could ask for. Anyone would be lucky to call Capri theirs. Well, you would. You were the lucky one to be dating the Capricorn Donahue.

“Hey, baby.” Capri says, “Where the heck are you? I’ve been waiting here for like, five minutes. You’re usually waiting right outside for me to pick you up. Are you alright?”

“I’m coming down the stairs now, sorry.”

You hung up, quickly made your way downstairs and out the front door. You sat in the front with Capri, like always. “Is everything okay?” Capri asked cautiously, you seemed a little tense.

“Everything is perfect.” You replied, each word laced with sarcasm.

“Babe.” She sighs, starting to drive away.

“It’s stupid.” You revealed to her, “I got my period.”

“Oh.” Capri says, relieved. “Then are you sure you wanna go—”

“The school will call my mom if I just don’t show up, Capri. It’s fine, it sucks— but I’ll be fine.”

“Do you need anything?”

You shook your head, “Already took a painkiller. That should hold me over till school’s done. Thanks, though.”

She keeps her hand on your thigh for the whole drive, as she always does. You especially appreciated this little gesture today. It comforted you. Capri stops the car right near the school, knowing that you’d get off here and walk the short distance to school on your own, rather than together with her. You appreciated your anonymity and would rather have it for as long as you could, Capri didn’t mind that and just went along with what you wanted immediately.

You two were in homeroom then trig class together, after that she went off to home ec while you were in social studies. Anyway, you tended to see her a few times throughout the day in classes. But that depended on schedule so some days, you saw her more often, other days…not so much.

Today was one of those days where you ran into her more often. Not because of classes but because at lunch, while the cheer squad was practicing, the football team was also practicing in the field right near them. You walked onto the field with the team, settling down on the bleacher. The team gathered in front of you, awaiting your instructions.

“Okay, guys— since coach will only be here in the afternoon, y’all are stuck with me.” You started, “Line up. Start with: Calf stretch, walking lunges, side steps. Stay hydrated! Let’s go, let’s go!” There was some chatter, but the team got right to it. You didn’t care if they chatted while doing warmups or not. At least they were still doing what you said. You watched them in the meantime, making sure they weren’t completely goofing off or if someone were to get injured. Your eyes wandered a little bit, landing on the cheer squad. Capri spots you, her face lit up just a tad, a small smile on it. You smiled back, quickly resuming your task on hand.

Lunch was forty minutes, and when the sports teams had games or tournaments coming up, they’d spend about twenty minutes of their break practicing. Everything was going well until right at the end, the team lost focus because a guy told two of his buddies to check out that cheerleader’. You bit back a scoff, it was typical of them sometimes to ogle at the cheerleaders. You couldn’t care less. Because you’d tried telling them to stop, but they never listen.

“Dude! You should totally ask her out, Brett!”

“Totally, you’re a football player, Capri’s a cheerleader. You guys would be perfect together.”

Wait— Capri? Your Capri? Your eyes darted to Capri’s direction and saw the trio of boys jogging up to her. Capri didn’t seem to really react. You blew your whistle, screaming, “Brett, Marcus, Ray! Five minutes to go— what the hell?!”

“Yo, chill out, y/n. We were just gonna be gone for a minute.” Brett laughs, throwing his hands up in mock defeat.

You rolled your eyes at them, glancing at Capri again. She didn’t even pay any attention to you, already tumbling across the grass. You sigh, plopping back down on the bleacher, recounting the number of water bottles in the crates.

For the rest of the day, the image of Capri being hit on by Brett and buds kept running through your head. It annoyed you to no end, more so right now as you were on your period. Capri knew you saw her, she didn’t even acknowledge you in the slightest. Heck, she didn’t even acknowledge that that’d happened. You didn’t even get a text from her to assure you that it didn’t mean anything to her. Not that you didn’t trust her, you did. Your mind was just racing right now and you hated it.

Staring at the whiteboard in your American History class, you started seeing double. Then, your hearing gets muffled and the volume amplifies. You hear laughter, snickering…you clasped your hands together, fingers intertwined as you pulled at them irritatedly. When your breathing got heavy and laboured, that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore and bolted out of the classroom and to the bathroom. A hand was on your wrist as you pulled it away with your movement of standing up from your desk— Capri’s.

————

You stayed in a stall until you calmed down, well, you stayed in there until you heard footsteps outside the stall.

“y/n?”

“Uh— Darby…?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” She says back, “Are you…alright?”

“I guess?” You sniffed, standing up and unlocking the stall door.

“Are you sure? Do you need anything?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I uh— my mind just drifted and I started thinking about just…everything and got really not good. But thanks for checking on me.”

She walked back to class with you, without saying another word, but you could feel her gaze on you constantly. She was worried, and so was Capri. You could feel her staring too, but you didn’t want to look at her.

When school was over, you didn’t have a ride home and walking home would take you truthfully an hour. So, you had no choice but to go with Capri. You waited near her car since her last class for that day wasn’t with you. Once she got in, you quickly did so as well and she started to drive in silence.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“We both know something happened.”

“So then why do you have to ask?” You snarled, looking out the window while your head leaned against it.

“Fine, don’t talk to me then. Just keep everything to yourself.”

Shit, that hurt. The cramps, and what she had just said to you. You didn’t mean to snap at her, you were just feeling irritated by the cramps that were returning now that the pain meds have been wearing off, and whatever happened at lunch.

You notice her driving right by your house, but you couldn’t be bothered. When her car stops in the familiar garage, you got out right when she did. “I don’t know what you want from me.” You grumbled, side stepping her to enter the house via the garage door.

Capri takes in a deep breath, chewing on her bottom lip to stop herself from scoffing. Or screaming. Or both. You ran up to her room, and she catches up so quickly. “What’s with this whole thing going on right now, y/n?” She asks after closing the door behind herself.

Your eyes flicked up to meet hers. Her tone was harsh but her gaze was soft. “What’d I do? Did something happen in the classes I’m not in?”

You wanted to tell her, you wanted to so badly. But instead, what happened first was you bursting into tears. With the pain and the hormones in a rage, you couldn’t control your emotions too well. “Shit.” Capri mutters, sitting down beside you. You fell against her, head on her chest as she held it. And you, close. “It’s okay.” She hushed, “You can tell me anything, baby.”

“I saw you— at the lunch practice. Brett asked you out and you didn’t even react. You acted like it was the most normal thing, not even acknowledging that I was there. I definitely overreacted because I was the one who asked you if we could not go public—”

“y/n, I didn’t react so he couldn’t react. He wouldn’t have anything else to say to me. I didn’t look at you, because if I did, that would be giving them hints to who I was seeing. And that I was seeing someone. Which isn’t something you wanted. But maybe now you do.”

You sigh shakily, “I’m sorry, I’m just in a terrible mood and I can’t control it.” You cried quietly, “And it hurts— so I just blew up. I’m sorry, I should’ve just talked to you when I got to instead of keeping things to myself. You’re right.”

“No, I also shouldn’t have been so snarky. You didn’t need that, any of that tone. It was wrong of me, I need to remember that I’m talking to my girl and some musty ass boy that only wants to see me naked.”

“I’m sorry— I—”

“y/n, please. Stop that, I get it.” She presses a kiss to your head, “Don’t keep saying sorry. You don’t need to apologise over and over again. I hear you, it’s okay. We’re good.”

“I love you.” You told her, eyes meeting hers once again.

“I love you too, baby.” She says, stroking your hair, “Your painkiller must’ve wore off. I’ll go get you another. Okay?”

“Okay.” You agreed, she carefully manoeuvres herself to get out from behind you and then off the bed.

She comes back a minute or so later with the pill and a glass, well a mug— your favourite mug, of water. You took it without hesitation and set the mug down on her nightstand. Curling up comfortably under her covers. She was still standing, and watching you. “Want me to cuddle with you?” She asks cheekily. You nod, face pressed against the pillow, “Yes please.”

“Could you make me pasta for dinner?” You asked meekly as her arms wrapped around you.

“Mhm.” She agrees in a heartbeat, “Of course.”

“Yay.” You let a chuckle slip. She plants a kiss on your shoulder, “I know you’re sleepy so just rest for a while, alright?”

You nod, she was fully pressed up against you as you shut your eyes.

————

You’d spent the night at Capri’s, and once you two got to school, you and Capri walked into the building together— hand in hand. And you, were even wearing her clothes. Clothes that she’s worn before, and recognisably hers. Not comfy loungewear that she’d only be donning at home.

“Capri!” Brett exclaimed, happily running over. She intentionally swung your intertwined hands a little bit exaggeratedly.

“Yesterday at practice I asked if you’d like to go out with me Saturday? But you didn’t say anyth—”

“Exactly.” Capri smiled sweetly.

“Oh, who’s this?” He asks.

“Oh, her? I dunno. Who do you think she is, Brett?” Capri chuckles, fingers still linked with yours. She raises that up briefly then put it down, letting your hand go. Smoothly, she cups your cheek and gave you a kiss. Right in the middle of the hallway. “Thought I’d show you since you guys seem to be such visual learners, hm? Her telling you all to stay focused on warmups wasn’t clear enough? Want her to show you guys how to do them? Even though she’d already done that months ago?”

“I— I— uh…”

“Stop it. Don’t look at her. Look at me. I’m gonna say this once and if you forget it, that’s not my problem. Don’t you ever look at her, don’t look at me, most importantly, don’t talk to me. And definitely not her. Stay away from us.”

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💭A/N:

Thank you sm for the request! I had fun writing this one heheh

[lathrine]

☆ ☛ ❣ ✉ for any oc of your choice! I'd love to hear more about them tbh

ahhhh thank you, storm!! im gonna talk abt an old Pathfinder oc, Trig, since i’ve been thinking about her a lot lately :’) she’s one of my babies, so i hope you like her!!

☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?

gosh its so silly, but!!! trig would probably wish for something for whatever community she’s currently a part of? like pre-campaign, she’d wish for something that would benefit her old travelling companions, or her birth town. during the campaign it’d be for her current party, and post-campaign it’d be hands down something for ha’iel, her life partner who is a bird. and her wish would be for something very practical, like gear or resources or money!

and thats entirely because of her culture. once young gnomes hit young adulthood, they have to start pursuing New Experiences TM, or they start bleaching and... fade away, because they’re the descendants of fae whose biology never quite adapted to the mortal realm. without enough new stimulus in their lives, they die! its part of the reason she’s always seemed to strange and childish to her non-gnome companions! so trig finds it... very very strange that people would wish for like, true love or magical powers or the like. those are experiences meant to be journeyed, not earned. better to wish for mundane things that help support the life you already have!

the exception to that is definitely ha’iel. after some Shit Has Gone Down in her life and trig has really settled in for the long-haul with ha’iel, she would absolutely wish for something really personal for him. and i want to say it would be something very sweet and touching and nostalgic, but honestly the chances are good trig would just wish for a baby harness for ha’iel so she can throw fireballs at people from the air.

☛ : What is their typical response to being given orders?

HATES IT. HATES IT HATES IT HATES IT. depending on the person and situation, trig might follow the orders, like if her or a loved ones’ life is in peril. or like if someone is threatening her collection of terrifying taxidermy animals. but trig is chaotic neutral and doesn’t appreciate being pushed around in the slightest. if her life or possessions aren’t in Immediate Danger and the orders don’t align with her instincts, she’s more likely to go directly against them than she is to follow. sometimes!!! just to spite people!!!

and like, even if trig does follow orders? it’s probably part of a lead up to something she thinks is fucking hilarious. your probably gonna get pranked HARD and it might involve fire. probably involves fire. there’s definitely fire related to the pranking somehow.

❣: Describe a way that will earn affection (whether platonic or romantic) from them.

platonic affection is very easy to earn from trig! to the point where pretty much anything will get you it-- but especially, and specifically, sharing of your cultures, hobbies, goals, etc. etc. learning about new people is the easiest way to experience new stimuli, and catering to that drive of hers or offering it without prompting is the fastest way to be her new Best Friend!! 

on the other hand, trig’s romantic affection is damn near impossible to earn. because of their constant drive for new stimuli, gnomes... don’t believe in monogamy, and believe in long lasting relationships even less. there are exceptions, of course! but trig isn’t one, not in the beginning at least. she never approaches a relationship expecting (or wanting) it to last more than a week or two, at most, and doesn’t... doesn’t always communicate that effectively. or at all. the fae blood runs thicker in her veins than most, and sometimes trig has trouble understanding that very few other races and people operate like gnomes do. she’s indirectly hurt a lot of people because of it.

so i guess, at that point, a good way to earn her romantic affection would just be to give her space! dont place too many restrictions or expectations on her, especially ones that could be even vaguely misconstrued as orders lmao. 

✉ : Do they tend to rely on words or actions more?

actions will always, always, ALWAYS mean more to trig than words. words are just talking-- actions mean something is being done, not just thought about. @a-silent-protagonist (who is ha’iel’s player) replied to one of these the other day and said one of ha’iel’s gestures of affection would be sweeping his partner under his wing. that means SO MUCH MORE to trig than any “i love you” ever would, because its a physical, tangible expression of his affection. especially since he’s not very trusting or easy to get close to, so allowing her under his wing and close to his body is very exposing and makes him vulnerable to her.

and the same holds true for trig! she’d much rather demonstrate her thoughts or emotions than talk about them. she'd rather kiss a potential partner out of the blue than spend days flirting and courting, charge into a conflict hands blazing than wait for the Perfect Opportunity or talk strategy. trig will put herself in harms way for the people she likes, and let her actions put those she doesnt like in danger.

i just remembered this and i feel like its the PERFECT example: somewhere in the campaign world, there is an island with a tribe of goblins. despite a bitter rivalry between goblins and gnomes, trig is the god of this tribe. not because she was super clever or super charismatic or anything, but because trig got real fucking tired of the part arguing with the tribe’s chieftain so she set him on fire. because???? shut up thats why???? fire fixes all of life’s problems OKAY

[wordsmith30]

Okay, so I was completely thrown by Paul trying to kiss Ellie the first time watching The Half of It (2020). It just felt so out of left field and I was just like, “Dude! What are you doing?” He’d literally just gotten together with Aster. How did he all of a sudden like Ellie?

Even Paul asking her if there was someone else was so shocking because it’s like: “You dummy! Aster!” (And it’s funny because not only did that question apply to Ellie, it applied to him as well. The dialogue in this movie was so on point.) He and Aster were a thing now. That’s what all of this had been for. But on the second watch, I realized that Paul’s feelings for Ellie had had a natural buildup and progression.

Truthfully, he was never in love with Aster and he and Ellie both knew it. Like Ellie said, they had nothing in common and the person that Aster had been corresponding with was not Paul. He was never going to convince her otherwise because he hadn’t even been privy to half the conversations Ellie and Aster were having (nor was he really interested). He was quite literally “hid[ing] behind other people’s words.” Ellie was the one carrying that relationship.

It was only through his bonding moments with Ellie that Paul began to understand what love actually was. He had a much easier time talking to her during their ping-pong sessions; he asked her about herself and her family; he actually listened to and understood the metaphor she explained to him about Jean-Paul Sartre’s No Exit; he listened to her sing at night when he took out the trash. He helped her find clothes that suited her and saved her from embarrassment at the talent show, showed signs of jealousy when Trig called Ellie “hot”, and let her crash at his place when she drank too much at the senior after-party. I think the letters he found in her bag afterwards were what solidified things for him: Ellie had initially dismissed and rejected his taco sausage, but once she tried it, she started writing to all of these food critics to get his name out there. (And we know Ellie’s a fantastic writer, so she made his chances ten times better.)

Ellie had invested so much time and care coaching and training Paul to give him even an eighth of a chance with Aster, despite knowing he was “probably gonna crash and burn.”

While he did get a second date (again, because Ellie saved his butt), his in-person dynamic with Aster did not improve and Alexxis Lemire noted the disconnect in that scene where Aster gives Paul the painting after her day (read: date) with Ellie. She was looking for that pensive, insightful person from her letters and kept coming up blank.

Later, Paul was much more interested in knowing that Ellie was going to be at his football game than Aster. When Ellie said that Aster had wished him luck, the first thing he did was ask Ellie if she was coming. And though he waved at Aster in the stands, he paid way more attention to Ellie, even becoming so distracted that she had to signal for him to pay attention to the game.

Then, instead of meeting Aster afterwards like he’d promised, he went to find Ellie getting Yakult from the vending machines. He didn’t seem the least bit upset about Aster walking in on their almost-kiss because his crush on her was gone. He’d developed feelings for Ellie while Ellie had fallen for Aster.

While Paul did in fact love Ellie, I think he confused platonic love with romantic love and wrongfully assumed that Ellie felt the same way for him. Heck, even Ellie’s dad thought they were together!

But I think the sweetest thing ever was Paul admitting that he loves Ellie platonically when he accepts that she’s gay. He doesn’t say, “I never want to be the guy that stops being friends with someone for loving the way they want to love.” He says, “I never want to be the guy who stops loving someone for loving the way that they want to love.”

He accepts Ellie for who she is, accepts her feelings for Aster, and opens up the floor for their joint confession about the letters.

Good on you, Paul Munsky. Good on you.

[justlookatthosesausages]

“In the eye of the storm” ◊◊◊◊ a post-Frozen 2 fanfic ◊◊◊◊ CHAPTER 2: Twister

"Morning."

"M'ning." Muttered Anna, rubbing her eyes as she entered the room.

She noticed not only that Elsa was already cleaned and dressed – though that last step took only a couple of seconds when you were the Snow Queen – but that she had helped the servants to prepare breakfast, easily guessed by the way she was standing by the table and arranging everything to be at the exact place. Anna preferred to keep her remark about her sister's perfectionism for later.

"You're already awake? How the heck?"

Elsa chuckled lightly at her vocabulary, and her smile filled Anna's soul with as much vitamins than if she had started to eat.

"I'm used to wake up at the first lights of dawn." Said the blonde. "And as you don't have shutters at the windows..."

"You saw light passing through the clouds? All I see is a gloomy weather. With such a storm, the sun is hidden all day."

Elsa realized she didn't register the second half of her sentence.

"You should put shutters or panels at the windows. I know it's not the season to do so, but soon the glass might shatter. I can feel that the wind only will blow more and more in the following days."

"M'kay." Murmured Anna, hugging her then sitting down.

She bit in a yawn to at least have a minimum of decency in front of the maids, even if most of them had known her since she was a child.

The Queen then remembered at the word 'season' that she wanted to talk to her sister about something related to it. But she couldn't grasp what it was. She blinked and shrugged, stretching out her hand to get a slice of bread.

Elsa sat in front of her, like they always did back then when she lived in the castle.

"Thanks for preparing breakfast." Said Anna after she swallowed her third toast.

The blonde smiled behind her mug of tea. "You're welcome. It's the least I could do to thank you for sheltering me on such short notice."

"Sheltering you?" Repeated the younger with shock and amusement in her voice. "Do you hear yourself? Elsa, this is your home too, you're always welcome here."

Elsa smiled, and resumed to drink her black tea. She recognized in Anna's words the ones of her husband, and was touched to see that unconditional hospitality was one of their numerous common traits.

"Where's Kristoff? Don't you wake up at the same time?"

Anna pointed at the door with her thumb while she gulped her coffee with the ferocity of a beast. "He went to Eydis' room to wake her up. She takes like, ten minutes to get out of bed, so he helps Gerda."

Elsa laughed. She remembered well the state and posture of her niece when she had left her bedroom earlier in the morning. "Well, the apple doesn't fall far—"

Anna hit her leg with her foot.

"Ouch!"

"Yeah, don't even dare."

The blonde giggled as she massaged her tibia, now sore, but it was all worth it.

"Good morning darlings!" Smiled Kristoff as he entered, a robe on his pajamas while Anna didn't bother wearing something above it.

He rubbed a hand in Elsa's back and then walked to Anna to kiss her.

"What's that 'darlings' about? You don't call me honey today?" Teased the redhead.

Kristoff smiled. "There's a pot of it on the table already. I didn't want to bring confusion."

Anna eye rolled, but her sigh was also tender. "You really are the worst at puns on mornings."

He sat next to her, shrugging. "You know my brain doesn't work as long as I haven't drunk my coffee. Just like you."

They scrunched their noses staring at each other, teasing with glances.

Elsa smiled looking at them, her cheek laying on her fist.

"AUNTIEEEE!"

"Oh, the little star is here." Commented Elsa, not even turning around.

They all giggled and Eydis hugged her idol powerfully. She then did the same with her parents, and Kristoff almost swallowed his coffee the wrong way.

She ran around looking for the cushion she used to take to sit on a chair and be at their level, and then she ran back to the table once she found it. Eydis was exhaling so much childish joy on mornings that Elsa couldn't help but melt at the sight.

She comically climbed on the chair that was at the end of the table. "Auntie, do you think that Nokk and Gale will make up?"

Elsa blinked as she bit in a cookie. She did not expect that question as the first thing of the day.

"Uh... I don't know, sweetheart."

"Can't you sense it?"

Eydis insisted with her gaze, but her tone hadn't been sarcastic. She was fascinated by the connection the Spirits had between them, and now Anna and Kristoff had lifted their eyes to her to know the answer too.

Elsa felt ashamed to not have what they were looking for.

"I don't... Sense anything else than the fact they put all their power in a conflict. I'm sorry."

Anna frowned with emotion. "Hey, don't apologize. You did nothing wrong."

Elsa gulped.

"And I suppose that it's the first time ever that you feel anger emanating from them, isn't it?" Guessed Kristoff.

Elsa nodded. "Indeed. And it's..." Her right hand clenched on the table. "...really unpleasant."

Anna reached for it with her own hand. "It's gonna be okay. It will all end up well, eventually. We'll find a solution today."

The blonde smiled back, and Eydis bounced on her chair.

"Yeah, it will all be okay!"

The adults smiled at her genuine positivity. The girl exclaimed:

"When Nokk will be happy again, will we ride together, me on my pony and you on Nokk?"

Elsa smiled, ruffling her already messy hair. "Sure. I miss them just as much as you do."

She especially loved those rides with her, because she always spent a joyful time with her niece, and also because it drove the Water Spirit nuts to see how slow Eydis' pony was.

=======

Later in the morning, they all sat down in the living room to discuss about solutions. Mattias had joined them, much to Elsa's satisfaction, because she saw him rarely. Either she only had time to come for game nights and go back to the Forest right after, so she didn't get to visit him and Halima in the village, either he was busy training with the Arendelle's army.

"General Mattias. It's always a pleasure."

The man nudged her a bit as they embraced. "Please. Don't tease me. Just go for Mattias."

Elsa giggled. "I still think that this grade suits you well. It does have a ring to it."

Anna entered in the teasing game. "Oh, I only made him general because of how it sounded. Not because of his skills and wisdom. Of which he has none."

The black soldier looked at the dorky sisters with a smirk. "Are you two done?"

"And the fact he's my counselor only is for personal reasons." Kept going Anna, grinning along Elsa. "Not because he helps me in strategic meetings."

"Yeah, I heard you help Anna pick her dresses, is that right?"

They both giggled, and Mattias, even if he was amused, eyed the King from where he was.

"Kristoff, how can you even deal with those two?"

The blonde shrugged. "I don't. I actually plan to murder them with Olaf's help next week. But shh, don't tell anyone."

The sisters laughed even more, now holding to each other.

"What is going on?" Asked Eydis, entering the room with a book under her arm, finally getting out of her morning lesson. She had heard the word 'murder', which she didn't know, and would love to find out.

"Nothing", chuckled Mattias. "How are you, little Princess?"

"Great!" Beamed the little girl. "We started a new course today!"

She showed the book she had been holding.

"It's called trigged... Trigo..."

"Trigonometry?" Helped Elsa and Mattias with one voice.

"Yeah!" Exclaimed Eydis.

"Ooooh, I loved trigonometry when I was your age." Beamed Elsa. "You know, triangles are fascinating. The sum of their angles always equals—"

"Oh my goodness, please someone stops that nerd before she starts talking about fractals." Eyerolled Anna behind Mattias.

"Hey!" Grumbled the blonde, standing up after bending to her niece.

Anna stuck out her tongue as she sat on the couch next to Kristoff.

Mattias bent to Eydis. "You know, it's a really interesting and important class. I'm sure your aunt uses its rules when she crafts structures in ice. In fact, we use knowledge of it in military as well."

The princess' eyes sparkled. "Awesome! And is it practical in handiwork as well?"

The man nodded. "Of course. It's where it's the most useful, I think."

As she jolted along him, Elsa looked at her sister while she sat in the sofa by the couch. "Handiwork?" She repeated with a frown.

Anna waved her hand in the air. "She plays handiwork a lot lately. It's more 'pretend' than actually building anything, but she loves it. Craftspeople all around the village offered her tools so she could have a little kit."

"That's adorable." Smiled Elsa.

"Yeah, well, when she taps against door frames and stairs railings late in the night saying "this needs to be fixed!" and then mimes to bang nails in it or saw some parts, it's less fun."

The blonde giggled, sorry for them but deeply amused.

"This is as cute as dangerous", said Anna, "but don't worry, she hasn't broken anything on purpose. Yet."

"Lately she said she got a new hammer, and I suspect Oaken to have given him. Let's hope she'll not use it soon." Smiled Kristoff.

"I'll maybe confiscate her toolkit..." Sighed Anna, looking at her daughter talking with Mattias.

Kristoff frowned.

"Don't, that would break her heart. She loves handiwork just like you love to read novels, Anna. It's her passion."

They smiled at the father's wisdom.

"You're right." Admitted Anna.

"And I know someone who was just as dangerous when she was her age..." Teased Elsa.

The Queen lifted her eyebrows. "Who? Me?"

The blond chuckled, turning to her. "How many times did you say you made the armors fall apart again?"

She pushed him away, but her tiny hand on his muscular chest didn't make him move an inch. "Alright, alright. I was a constant mess and she inherited from me. Here, is that what you wanted to hear?"

The two others laughed a yes.

Mattias joined them and they started to think about all the possibilities to compensate the magic storm. The discussion went on for a full hour, and as Elsa now was nervously fidgeting with a cushion as she declined all of their suggestions because of how impossible to do they were, Anna was just as nervously standing up. Pacing back and forth in front of the lit fireplace, she searched for a solution to help her sister, but also her kingdom which was starting to get impacted by such a weather condition. Arendelle had known many terrible natural events in its history, but this one had been going on for many days without a pause. It started to tire the people and reduce the resources. She turned to her elder.

"Elsa, you know the best way is to get to Ahtohallan and get their opinion on this."

The blonde lifted her eyes to her, a bit annoyed.

"And Anna, I told you a dozen times already that I can't cross the sea."

The Queen agitated her hands. She wasn't going to give up easily.

"We should try together. We'll cross the Dark Sea despite the storm. We're the Bridge, nothing can stop us! I'm going to ask to prepare a ship from my private float..."

Elsa widened her eyes.

"Anna, no. That's out of question."

"Why? I should help you! I want to help you!"

Elsa now frowned.

"You will not go in a ship to Ahtohallan!"

"What?"

"Especially with a weather like this."

"WHY?!" Erupted Anna, enraging.

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO IN A STORM ON A SHIP!"

Elsa's voice filled the room with force as she suddenly stood up. Kristoff and Mattias turned to her with shocked faces. Eydis retracted on the couch, holding her knees against her chest in fear. All got startled by how Elsa had suddenly raised her tone, something she very rarely did. Breathing heavily, she locked her eyes with her little sister.

Anna definitely was the most stunned of them all. Standing still by the fireplace, her lips trembled. She stared at Elsa intensely, but unlike the blonde's eyes which were panicked, hers eyes were sad, and filling with tears turning her vision blur. She saw that Elsa's eyes were teary as well.

She could also tell that, in that gaze, was almost printed the mental image of an Arendellian ship grimly lit by a lightning bolt and sinking in giant waves, never returning home.

The redhead gulped, gasping in a breath she had been holding.

"Elsa, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

The elder sighed. "Yes, I know..."

She closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. "But still, please never bring up that suggestion again. Ever."

The room remained silent, and she picked up the cushion she had made fall to the carpet when she stood. However, she didn't sit to hold it against her. She put it back on the sofa, and walked to the door.

"I... Sorry, I need a break. I'll meet you guys later."

Anna gasped.

"Elsa..."

Her voice was weak and devastated, and she bit her lip in a pout as the blonde left the room.

The two men exchanged a look, not daring to add a word, and Eydis stared sadly at the spot where her aunt's back had turned to the corridor.

The Queen crossed the room to go after her, but Kristoff held her arm. He stood up to be at her side. He shook his head.

"Don't push her. You know you have to give her some space."

"Yes, of course." Murmured Anna grudgingly.

She lowered her gaze, and agreed with him. Anna could only clear her throat and change the topic, so they would talk about something else until she felt the time was right to go talk with her sister.

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"The past is in the past", Elsa had often said through the years since they got closer again.

The redhead held to this promise with dear life. By experience with her sister, Anna knew that her time alone wouldn't be long, and that she was allowed to gently ask to burst her bubble.

As she walked up the stairs, she felt like it was entirely her fault if Elsa was nervous after their argument and needed to isolate herself. She should never have suggested this stupid idea of going on a ship! Why did she suggest this stupid idea of going on a ship?!

Anna was so angry at herself that her knock on the wood of the door actually was stronger than she meant. However, Elsa didn't respond. Usually, she would say "Come in", or just "Hmm" to indicate Anna was welcome to enter. But here, nothing.

The younger's heart clenched. Persuaded she was the problem, she didn't dare to open the door, even if it looked unlocked.

"Elsa..."

She gulped. Why was it so hard to do that again? She knew that years had gone by, that their relationship was completely different and open now. It was so difficult to dive into this setting once again. Anna had known this situation for ages, but nothing could have prepared her to return to it.

Her hand clenched in a fist against the lacquered wood.

"Elsa, please, answer me. Please."

Without realizing it, her breathing sped up.

"Elsa..."

The Queen was rapidly having a panic attack. Not again. Not this situation. Please, gods, anything but this situation again. She couldn't go through it again.

Her legs felt like cotton, and she fell to the corridor's floor.

Anna's nails rasped the door.

"Elsa, I'm—"

"Anna, what are you doing?"

The redhead gasped loudly, and in the gesture, she swallowed a water drop, which was a tear that had fallen on her face and she hadn't noticed.

She spun around, falling on her butt as she did because of how fast she turned, and saw that Elsa was walking to her with frowned eyebrows and a concerned face, closing the book she visibly had been reading.

"Why are you here crying on the floor? What is going on?"

Anna had to gulp to form an answer, and in the meantime, the blonde's eyes darted to the door. Everything clicked in her mind like a puzzle.

"Oh Ahtohallan, you thought I shut you out?"

The redhead was unable to answer something else than a bubble of cry, her lips twitching in a tearful pout. She nodded, trembling. Elsa urged to go crouch to her.

"Anna... Hey, hey it's okay. Come here."

The younger didn't wait for a second call. She launched herself in her arms and sobbed silently on Elsa's shoulder. The Snow Queen recognized the too-familiar behavior of a panic attack, and she passed a hand along Anna's back and in her long hair to soothe her breathing. Acting like magic, and maybe it was, the redhead calmed quickly, melting in Elsa's embrace. The elder held her tight.

"I'm so sorry. I went to the library to get a register, and..."

She didn't add more. What was the purpose? She felt terrible for making Anna believe she didn't want to see her.

Elsa delicately parted the hug, and looked at her sister in the eyes.

"I would never, ever shut you out, okay? I know I'm still very bad at making it clear on why and how I need time alone, but... It's never to abandon you."

Anna nodded, gulping loudly again, and gasping because she still had her throat twisted by her emotion.

"Sorry for doubting it." Admitted the younger.

Elsa gasped in an exclamation as she rubbed Anna's tears. "You're really not the wrongdoer, you know!"

Anna had a smile at the corner of her lips. Minutes passed as Elsa made sure that her little sister retrieved her normal breathing. Finally, they stood up, and after she cleaned her face, Anna saw the book she picked from the floor.

"That's a register?"

"Hmm-hmm." Nodded Elsa, showing it to her.

As Anna turned the pages and realized what it was meant to take in account, Elsa continued: "Our argument earlier... That actually gave me an idea. Follow me."

The redhead blinked in confusion, but walked behind her elder through the castle, until they reached the servant's room where she knew Kai and Gerda would be at that time of day. Elsa asked if they were available, and the four of them went to a silent spot in the corridor.

"Kai, Gerda... You're the oldest servants we have. What I mean is, you were there when the accident with our parents happened."

The two widened their eyes, and Anna turned to her sister with emotion.

"Do you remember if the storm that happened that night was the same than the one occurring when Mother and Father were lost at sea?" Asked Elsa.

The maid looked at the ceiling as she thought. "Hum... Maybe..."

Her gaze then went from one sister to another. "Can't you tell?"

Elsa had a sad smile. "Anna was too shocked by the loss to remember it in detail, and me too, but I also was locking myself indoors, so I could tell even less about the weather..."

Anna turned to her sister again. She knew how shocked she was? Of course she knew. But that still was touching.

"I see..." Nodded Gerda.

"Well... We can't really know." Said Kai, looking sorry. "It was a stormy night like any other."

Gerda agreed. "I only remember that ships were unadvised to go sail that night and all stayed on the harbor, but the ship of your late parents had already departed an hour or so before..."

Anna lowered her eyes. "The wind had come up after they left. It was just misfortune."

"Yes."

Something held Anna's hand and it surprised her. Elsa squeezed her touch, and the redhead smiled sadly. "It was a good idea to investigate on that. But apparently, the two events don't coincide."

Kai looked at them. "Indeed, the storm which happened that day wasn't magical in any way."

Gerda turned to Elsa. "I have yet to understand fully the nuance between the magic of the Spirits of Nature and the science of meteorology, but the storm that happened that day more than ten years ago truly wasn't the same that we endure today. It was less intense and shorter."

Elsa nodded. She also paid attention to the subtext Gerda gave when she said she still was confused about knowing that there were Spirits associated to elements, and that the soft and shy little princess she had seen grow up had become a goddess able to command them.

"Thank you for your precisions." Smiled Anna.

Once they both bowed and returned to their activities, she turned to her elder. "It was brilliant that you came up with that conclusion."

Elsa looked at her, her eyes a bit lost in a reflection.

"I can't tell if the news that this is not the same kind of storm makes me relieved or worried..."

Anna winced. "Me neither."

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Eydis, however, was extremely relieved to see her aunt back after her other class of the morning, jumping at her sight at the lunch table. After the first course, she asked her to make a dome to cover her plate because she heard her mother on the other side of the table say that she was capable of doing everything with her magic. Elsa smirked, and flicked her wrist in the air. A glass-like cloche made of ice fell on her dish with a satisfying 'click' like it was tailor-made.

"Waaaoh!" Exclaimed Eydis, and she clapped in admiration like Elsa just did something utterly incredible.

The Snow Queen grinned however, because coming from her, it was a lovely compliment.

"Eydis, eat your vegetables. If you let it too long under Elsa's dome, it will get colder." Warned Anna.

"Yes, Mama." Pouted the girl, grabbing the cloche with her tiny hands to put it aside.

Elsa bit her lip and wiggled her finger, and in a crisp of frost, Eydis hands got stuck to the ice. She noticed it by the sensation and the fact she now was unable to put it down, and she giggled loudly.

"Auntieeee!"

Elsa laughed openly. Eydis continued to shake the dome up and down to get rid of it, laughing even more.

"Elsa, please let her eat."

The blonde rolled her eyes at Anna being a killjoy, and vanished it. The princess was disappointed, but the Snow Queen pointed at the vegetables to remind her it was important for her to eat them.

Elsa and Anna chatted lightly and after a while, it reminded the little girl of the argument they had a few hours before.

"I can build a ship."

Elsa turned to her. "Pardon?"

"I can build a ship to bring you to At-the... A-tho..."

"Ahtohallan." Smiled Elsa.

"Yeah. That."

"You can build ships? Entire ships?" Teased Elsa.

"Yes I can!" Exclaimed Eydis, thinking she doubted of her. "I've become really good at building stuff! I have all the tools! I even have screwdrivers! And I have rulers, and a new hammer, and I even got a chisel and—"

"A chisel?" Suddenly worried the blonde.

"I took it away from her."

Elsa sighed at Anna's sentence, easily imagining the fiery princess running around the castle with such a blade.

"But I need it to help the village's carpenter!" Pouted Eydis, shocked to know her mother did such a thing.

"You'll help him by assisting him", calmed Kristoff, finding a compromise.

It seemed to work, because the girl grumbled but returned to eating what was in her plate.

"Every Wednesday, she goes in the village and he teaches her some stuff. The architect working with him once said that she's got good pen stroke skills. Apparently, she already got perspective, which is rare at her age."

Anna chew on her piece of cheese and pointed at her elder.

"That is something she inherited from you."

Elsa smiled with delight, and she felt her cheeks get warmer in pride. She looked down at Eydis, and her smile disappeared when she saw that the girl currently was pulling her steak with her teeth. Anna sighed.

"Elsa, could you help the carnivore cut her meat?"

Eydis whined and Elsa complied, giggling.

After she did, she turned to her sister and brother-in-law.

"I'll take notes of the weather's intensity today, and see if it gets worse tomorrow. In the morning, I'll go investigate to see how big the storm is, and to which scale it extends."

"I'll come with you." Announced Anna.

Elsa frowned. "No, don't let me go on how dangerous it is for you."

"I don't risk anything if I'm with you." Underlined the redhead, knowing well what arguments to use with her.

The blonde got speechless.

"Touché." Muttered Kristoff as he drank his glass of red wine.

"Will you request for the other Spirits' help?" Inquired Eydis.

"Maybe I'll ask for the Giants to give us a hand, yes. Quite literally." Smiled Elsa.

"And will you need my help?"

The Snow Queen heard in that question that her niece was desperately asking for her to say yes to bring some adventure to her daily life, and the following day surely was filled with boring classes. However, she had to say no. She would never risk Anna's life, all the more for Eydis.

"No, but you'll be very helpful once you'll learn everything about trigonometry to help the carpenter."

"Really?" Beamed the princess, not even realizing she diverted the topic.

"Yes! And if you're nice, I might buy you a spirit level. It will be your most precious asset in handiwork, trust me."

Eydis' eyes sparkled even more. "Is it magical?"

"What? No, it's based on a bubble—"

She then realized what she had just said, and that she was talking to a child.

"Yes. Yes obviously. It's magical. It's a spirit level, of course it is."

"Awesome!"

Eydis then returned to her plate, and Elsa exchanged an amused look with her parents.

"Spirits magic really is awesome." Muttered Eydis, chewing on her meat.

=======

"Can I sleep with Auntie tonight as well?"

Kristoff snorted. "This is becoming a habit, uh?"

Eydis pushed the storybook he was reading her by the fire in the living room and turned with an adorable pout.

"Pleeeease."

She then looked genuinely sad. "I don't see her often."

The King melted at the sight. "Sure, I'll go tell her."

He stood up and she clamped to him like a baby koala. "No, wait, stay."

Kristoff smiled. "Why?"

As an answer, the wind outside started to blow, making the windows tremble. It made a haunting sound when it passed by the chimney, and the flames danced a bit. They didn't notice the storm much by day when they were inside, because they were busy or talking, but now that night had fallen, the castle was quiet, and it emphasized its violence.

"You're scared of the storm?"

She shook her head to say no, but her red cheeks and glittering eyes stated the opposite. Kristoff held her tight.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just wind and rain. You're safe in the castle."

"But it's magic."

He passed a hand on her hair. "Yes, but this magic will never harm you. I promise."

Kristoff then smiled. "Is it company you look for? Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?"

Eydis grumbled, stepping out of the embrace. "No! I'm a big girl now. I don't need you to take care of me like a baby."

Her father understood that she was referring to him and Anna. "Okay."

She hugged him again however, and Kristoff took note that sleeping with her aunt, even if she was close family, didn't make Eydis feel like she was smothered.

When he joined Elsa later and he told her her wish, he also shared his thoughts.

"Yeah, it's very common for children of her age." Nodded Elsa. "Many Northuldra kids ask for a separate hut before they even are ten years old. It's normal, and it will pass. Trust me. Neither Anna or me were like that at her age, for we had a... Quite special childhood... But I'm certain that it's normal for Eydis."

"I'm not really a reference either." Chuckled Kristoff nervously, for he got raised by trolls.

"I'll sleep with her and keep an eye on her, don't worry. It makes me happy too."

"Great."

An hour later, Eydis and her were under the sheets, and this time the princess didn't request a chime, for the wind had calmed down to the benefit of rain, now a downpour. Thankfully, the drops weren't pushed to the windows, so it was a rather calm night, and Elsa smiled when she saw how soundly her niece was sleeping. She soon closed her own eyes and let herself drift to sleep.

=======

Eydis coughed lightly when she swallowed something tiny and cold. She frowned, her eyes still closed, and rubbed her mouth. As she did, the girl felt the familiar sensation of sharp touches of a snowing day and wondered why she felt it on her skin then. It must be a very realistic dream...

She fell to sleep again, turning on her pillow, but was woken up by a second tiny and cold thing falling in her ear this time. With a groan, she shook her head and wagged her arms around to get rid of what she thought were flies. Confused, she opened her eyes, and what her brown irises sparkled at the sight of a billion snowflakes falling in her bedroom.

They magically formed under the ceiling, then dropped slowly to the floor, vanishing just before hitting the carpet and the parquet. Eydis forgot to blink for a moment because of how jaw-dropping she was, and winced with clenched eyelids when she remembered that she had to. She kneeled then stood on the bed, watching what was happening in awe. Like silver dust, the snowflakes started to form a forest, and two people running around the trees. They didn't look very real, thought Eydis, and it reminded her of the illustrations in the storybooks her father read to her. She wondered if she were dreaming, and pinched her arm. After a wince, she noted that she definitely wasn't; as awesome as it was, what was happening in her bedroom really was happening in her bedroom.

Eydis hummed. She had heard multiple times from her mother that Elsa would sometimes conjure snow when she's upset. The little girl felt sad for her, and looked down at her aunt's face, but she was sleeping peacefully, even smiling. Everything clicked in the princess' brain: Elsa's smiles and moans were in sync with what was happening in the air. Was she controlling that show? Was she pranking her? No, she looked like she was genuinely sleeping, even if she had a calm breathing, just like her father when he had naps on the couch.

Eydis stood up, admiring the scene, not daring to touch the little characters at first, but then interacting with them with her fingers, following the trail of the forest that got drawn here. She squinted as she tried to understand who the two persons were. One looked just like Elsa, and the other, she couldn't quite understand, because they kept jumping on tree logs while the magic-drawing-Elsa clapped at her. She heard them both laugh, and it sounded weird, like it was distant and pitched like a bell.

The princess turned around the room to see more. The two were playing 'catch me' and giggling louder and louder in the forest. Eydis turned when she heard Elsa laugh slightly in her sleep. Suddenly, the magic-drawing-Elsa got caught by the other person because they had been hiding behind a tree, and Eydis finally recognized who it was when they talked, still with a bell-like voice.

"I won! Told you I could get you in no time." Laughed Honeymaren.

"Okay, okay, one point for you. I'll do the dishes."

Eydis heard Elsa laugh again in the bed, and she beamed at the scene. So it was Elsa and Honeymaren playing! She saw the mini-Elsa picking up pots and spoons and walking to what looked like a river, wide and going through the whole bedroom. It flowed like actual water with all its tiny snowflakes strolling in one move, and Eydis couldn't help but touch it with a "Woaaaw..."

She had to show this to her parents. She ran to the door, her forehead going through ice projections of branches, and she blinked with a giggle when it fell to her eyes. Eydis shook her head and ran in the corridor to her parent's bedroom.

"Mama! Mama!"

Anna grumbled at the sudden intrusion, noise and weight on her as Eydis jumped on the bed.

"Your daughter is awake", muttered Kristoff.

Anna sighed. "Sorry, but I technically have 'People of the Sun' blood, so before sunrise, she's your daughter."

"Mama!" Insisted Eydis, shaking Anna's shoulders specifically.

"What, sweetie?" Murmured the redhead.

"Elsa does magic!"

"Yes, we're aware."

"She is having visions! She has magic all over! The whole bedroom has ice in it!"

It took Anna a second, then her eyes opened wide.

"What, WHAT, WHAT?"

Those three informations were very alarming.

"Come, quick!"

No need to tell her twice. Anna jumped out of bed, hurrying. She was way faster than her daughter, and opened her bedroom's door wide. She gasped when she saw the scene. Just like Eydis, she couldn't help but contemplate it. She looked at every detail, at the trees, at the rocks, at the way they were made of what looked like a billion of stars. Emotion roamed in her heart and in her guts. It simply was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life.

"Incredible..." She whispered.

Eydis finally arrived, and bumped headfirst into her back.

Stumbling, her mother then walked to Elsa still sleeping soundly, and was about to wake her up, but she looked so happy and peaceful with a smile matching her dream that she didn't dare to.

"Mama!" Exclaimed Eydis, rubbing her forehead. "Why did you stand there? It hurts!"

She had been talking with a regular voice, and Elsa stirred in her sleep. She frowned as something woke her up, and her dream projection softly vanished. The sparkles of magic disappeared, much to Anna's and Eydis' disappointment.

Elsa blinked, and suddenly widened her eyes when she saw her sister and her niece staring right at her in the dark.

"Uhhh... Hello?"

Anna inspected her face, like she was checking for fever signs by a simple gaze.

"...What is going on?" Worried Elsa.

"Are you okay?"

"I... Well, yes. I'm perfectly fine."

A smile even stretched her lips. She actually felt great. She couldn't tell why, but her brain was filled with happiness.

"Why are you two looking at me like this?"

Anna sat on the sheets in front of her sister.

"Elsa... Your dream was materializing."

[float-me-now]

Finally saw the episode, and as always I have stuff to shout into the void!

WRITTEN BY: Erica Meredith DIRECTED BY: P.J. Pesce

Charmaine "easy peasy" Diyoza is awesome as usual. The intro was kinda gruesome but she's so resourceful and badass. What the heck was that upbeat song during torture and murder tho lol

Lindo's stile is really cool.

Jeez they spoke a lot of Trig this episode! I love this language so much! I can't wait to see some dedicated skilled fan doing a compilation of ALL Trig scenes in the show once it's over.

JR Bourne SHINES ladies and gentlemen, he's so damn good. His voice, the way he moves as Sheidheda, the way he carries himself are so *chef's kiss*

Aaand Jordan keeps having silly lines. Nothing can beat Niylah's daddy joke though.

I loved the little dialogue between Murphy and "Jerry" Jeremiah!! Murphy is so grown up and nice, guys I'm so proud.

Badass grounder warrior and trash king ruling Sanctum is my new favourite trope. That little shrugh Murphy gave Indra I mean I love them so much xD

I'm not the biggest Emori fan but damn she served some looks today, also liked that “let us help”. I'm sorry but since when are Murphy and Emori worried about Madi, like, they barely know her???

"She's having a panic attack, Indra". If you say so Jackson, because it didn't seem like it.

I cringed so hard when I heard that "Octavia painting her face" line. Why would they have Murphy say something so stupid and incorrect? Since Bellamy knew about the whole cannibalism and Blodreina thing in S6, I assume Murphy also does. So he knows what Octavia's been through in the bunker. Or even if he doesn’t know, he shouldn’t be talking about it since he wasn’t there. Jesus f- Christ I hate this series' writing sometimes. I mean okay, Murphy was trying to make a pep talk to Indra and I loved it but that line was so out of place it was painful to listen.

On the other hand, I am SO DAMN HAPPY to see Indra finally getting her  well deserved screentime and finally being in a leading position. She's literally one of the wisest and better characters in the show and seeing her being treated like an extra all last season really annoyed me. Now she's where she deserves to be: in command, like the strong badass woman and warrior she is. Plus, Adina killed it: the final scene was great and she had a shit ton of Trig lines too! Wow, I am amazed.

Also, Murphy doing his little applause at the end of her epic speech was the icing on the cake.

I kind of understood Gabriel’s decision and his reluctancy to go out of the structure in Bardo, but damn it man now you’re all prisoners... We’ll see!

[i-love-him-on-purpose]

the half of it liveblog

LET’S GO I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS SINCE MARCH hi. my name is abby, and this is me watching the half of it

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT

i have big gay expectations for this movie

as an asian wlw, i do NOT want to be disappointed

starting NOW

fuck YES this animation is beautiful

plato. this movie is already calling out my dumb gay ass

they did really good casting with ellie! imagine having a movie with high schoolers that LOOK LIKE HIGH SCHOOLERS

chugga chugga chu chu? SQUARE UP BITCH

OMG paul and ellie’s first meeting is iconic

“i’m not looking to cheat” “no one is”

“gET a thESaURus uSE a speLLcHecKer gOOd luCk rOMeo”

this is an accurate representation of hold times istg

IS THIS A MEET CUTE?!

aster looks so tired but wowowowowow she is hecking beautiful

ellie is a disaster gay

exhibit 1: staring at aster in band

exhibit 2: “i’m ellie chu?!?!?!”

exhibit 3: more staring in the hallway

staring/longing is the peak gay experience

she is FINALLY charging acceptable prices for writing

i’d ask $15 for two page

maybe she just loves writing

can’t relate

“SHE’S LIKE ALL THREE” paul you eloquent mf

he’s a ROMANTIC... but so bad with words omg

“yah my grandma’s dead wanna go out with me”

“love makes you screwy. don’t you get screwy?”

istg you dumb jock ily

in love, one always starts by deceiving oneself... and ends by deceiving others

PAUL OMG

i LOokED uP PLaiGiAriZed

...

wow i had to stop for like 8 minutes there to properly watch their letters play out

the way alice wu spins this story is absolutely gorgeous

aster and ellie are so in sync and understanding of each other

the art, the words, the letters

everything just meshes together perfectly and i’m already in love with their story, whether or not there’s a happy ending

oh ho ho... paul....

no but he’s totally right

dating is burgers and fries and ice cream and whatnot

love is what ellie and aster have been doing– the talking and the listening and the understanding

smithcorona ahaha

“i love... nazis” paul you good there

oh honey you understand nothing

LMAO i love how ellie’s riding away on her bike and paul’s just bent over in the background PERFECTLY poised to pick up a rock

YES! jock + lesbian friendship

“hi ellie chu’s dad” has the same energy as “mr. jack’s dad” and “mr. sir” if u know what i’m talking about (check, please! mutuals hi)

yeSSIR yeSSIR

i love how paul just treats this like drills he has to run

jocks, man

PFPDFSLDKJF HE GOT FASTER AHAHAHA

why do neither of them know how to play ping pong istg

i love one (1) girl that laughs at horror movies

omg my anxious ass would be terrified if i thought someone was watching me

oh, i thought that line was about aster

but it still makes sense in a friendship way

and this IS a friendship movie so it does make sense

my coward ass would’ve never brought a boy home in high school

especially not to my enthusiastic italian father

besides i only ever dated one person and she was a girl and i hadn’t come out to my parents yet

kudos to ellie

oh i just realized that aster’s christian

does that influence her views on lgbtq?

probably

oh, ellie

watching that made me tear up

god, falling for someone who doesn’t know that you’re you

this english teacher is fckin hilarious

and also totally not a romantic lmao

OMG FATHER SHANLEY

AHAHAHAHA

“world’s asleep. more room for secrets”

now THAT’S what love feels like

falling in love with the little things

wait he doesn’t say “you like aster?”

THEY SCAMMED US

...does he support her or not

paul munsky say something

oh he realizes that he doesn’t know what love is not that ellie likes aster

“if love isn’t the effort you put in”

i love this friendship and paul’s quiet wisdom

oh boy there are weird chewing noises

TACO SAUSAGE!

aww paul’s a romantic and ellie’s hilarious

seeing “guy” makes my heart hurt

aw ellie have a little faith in our dumb jock <3

this is so cute and super awkward

i feel like i did this at some point in high school

OMG PAUL WHAT ARE YOU DOING

what just happened

awww he’s so enthusiastic

bitch what the fuck is “a look”

CONSENT

wtf is this a fucking rave

WTF ARE YOU BITCHES DOING

are high schools like this now??? is everyone fucking horrid?

yes girl play your song

wait a sec can they all hear her without a mic

she wrote that? that’s so sweet <3

awwwwwwww

but that’s so cliché

it’s literally high school musical

oh boy now she’s POPULAR?

i love their friendship so much

OOP

awwww I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP

omg what? shoes in the house? shoes ON THE BED? DISGRACE PAUL MUNSKY

jk him caring for her is literally so cute

i’m glad we can have that platonically

she did that for him? aww

the way she spits out the advil is hilarious

OMG ASTER?!?

i bet she thinks ellie and paul are dating

oof

“it’s paul’s chinese friend” who the FUCK do you think you are? STEP THE FUCK UP KAREN

oh it’s the daisy!

it’s gorgeous

i feel like aster definitely suspects something

OH THEY’RE SPENDING THE DAY TOGETHER

i have no idea what she does at the station?!?

“SECRET PLACE” oh lawd

aster definitely knows it’s ellie

i wish i had a secret pond

but alas

i am just a poor city girl

ellie is a disaster gay and i am living for it

LONG UNDERWEAR ellie is prepared for all situations

paul is so sweet that’s adorable

“i don’t think i’ve ever hung out with a girl and not talked about boys before” the GAY is showing and i love it

but love isn’t about feeling safe

it’s about feeling adventurous but being safe

you’re in HIGH SCHOOL why tf r u thinking about marriage?

oml don’t get married to trig he’s a fucking idiot

i lowkey thought they were going to kiss

and then ellie “i am a RUSSIAN DOLL of clothing!!1!1!”

sdlkfjsdlkf

AHADHSFDSJFLDSKFJLESKF PAUL LOOKS SO NERVOUS

when my asian mom did this, my white dad would look just like him, even after literally decades of marriage

WOAH the visuals

just... two people looking at the same sky

so intimate

“gravity is matter’s response to loneliness”

that’s so deep but all i can think of is r/showerthoughts

just two girls discussing their deepest beliefs and secrets in a spring

i would like to do that pls

lmao ellie’s dad and paul are besties now

oh

oh ellie

COLLEGE you deserve to go to college!

omg aster and paul’s height difference

paul’s siblings are hilarious lmao

SLDKFJSDL “A BUNCH OF GUYS SNIFFING EACH OTHERS’ BUTTS” is maybe the most accurate description of high school sports

guess all that running really paid off paul

“squahamish scores for the first time in 50 yrs” i-

ellie trying to finesse the yakult is the funniest thing

what the FUCK just happened

what

what

what

that was like watching a train wreck in slo-mo

paul WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

WHAT THE FUCK

dkjlsfdksjlfkldsjf

i have zero words.

...trig

is he ok

who sprayed him? was it paul or ellie’s dad??

oh god literally all three of them are ruined

paul! he’s trying! and that matters!

he’s been taught to condemn it

but he supports his friend first and foremost

so he tries to understand and accept it

...oh no paul’s mother

ellie looks so sad :(

ugh i’m crying

she had to grow up too quickly because of her mother’s death

“have you ever loved someone so much you don’t want anything about them to change?”

i’m so emotional

SKSKSK “i had to grind something” homophobic mother looks up

the fuck is “little lady”

oh i get it he’s proposing

trig is literally the human manifestation of microaggression

ASTER DON’T DO IT

ELLIE?!

the painting metaphor is back and i am not ok

AND I OOP- she slapped him ok ok ok

“mommy wants you to know that in case you are gay, mommy still loves you” “no mom i’m not gay” “thank god” “i might want to change your sausage recipe though” “are you INSANE?” THIS IS AN EXACT PARALLEL to when bitty came out and mama bittle still loved him but then the JAM (hello again check please mutuals if ur still here ily)

lmao the english teacher “now that is some divine intervention” she is neutral evil and i am LIVING for it (bet she’s wlw too)

“you don’t mean dead, right” SLDFKJSDL

“love is messy and horrible and selfish... and bold.” -ellie chu

that’s fucking beautiful

aster looks... so tired

COLLEGE YES SHE’S GOING TO COLLEGE

i have no words i just want to watch this and cry

they kissed.

they KISSED.

“i’ll see you in a couple of years”

i love that they don’t end up together

that they know that they should wait, that it’s not their time yet

because love is “the trying, and the reaching, and the failing”

ellie looks so happy

she’s comfortable in her own skin

FINALLY

she deserves everything

omg the emojis slap

her dad’s conductor? station master? idk but he’s working again and i’m so proud of him

is paul seriously giving her sausage

lmao

“too smart to be crying on the platform like a wussy” “i’m not crying” “wussy” underrated exchange of the year

paul chasing after ellie on the train is so sweet

i’m sobbing

“moron”

ugh

she looks so content and i love that for her

that’s the end

if you made it this far, congrats! 

overall 10/10

it’s such a sweet movie it’s well paced, well written, and well shot

time to go see if there’s any fic

bye!

[spooky-raccoon]

Road Trip (Part 7)

Rufo the Clown X Female Reader

Part 7 of Road Trip

Tag List: @trig-loves-clowning-around​ @rottenhearts-and-sharpteeth​ @booklover2929​ @the-clown-crypt​ @chii2blog​

         The next morning, I woke up to the sound of the shower running and decided to take the time to get dressed for the day.  I was slipping on my shoes when Rufo came out, dressed in his usual attire of slack pants and a button up.  Though as he was coming out I watched as the human looking skin grew over his body and his hair changing back to black.  I couldn’t lie, it was interesting to watch. He saw me watching him from the mirror he was in front of and turned to me with a smile.

          “Morning doll.  Hope ya slept well.  Figured we could take a break from driving right away and we can explore the town a little bit.  How does that sound?”  His brow raised as he strolled over to me so he could put on his own shoes.

         “Uh, yeah, that sounds good.  I did see a lot of antique stores when we were coming in. A lot of them looked pretty neat.” I nodded as I finished tying my laces.

        “We can hit up as many as you like.  Ladies choice.”  He seemed so pleasant, as if yesterday didn’t happen at all.  

        Once his shoes were on we decided to head out on foot into town.  It was a beautiful morning with only a few clouds in the sky.  I even brought my camera with me to take some pictures here and there when something caught my eye.  Every antique store we stepped into was a little treasure trove of assortments that I wished I had more room in my car for.  We found ourselves in a particular one that had two floors and Rufo had found something that he was telling me about.  There was such enthusiasm in his voice as he talked about memories on how he used to use it back in the day.  When his eyes landed on old circus memorabilia though that’s when he really lit up.  

        “Almost looks like my own.”  Rufo mused as he picked up a vintage throwing knife.  It was rusted in some spots but other than that it held up its age well.  “Just needs a good polish is all and all brand new.”  He had a fond smile before setting the knife back down, letting out a small sigh.  When he left to go look around the corner I picked up the knife and held it to my side so he wouldn’t see it.  Nothing wrong with getting him a little something as a little thank you, right? “Hey, (Y/N)!”  Rufo called from around the corner and I quickly made my way around.  In Rufo’s hand was a little clown.  “Look at this little fella.”

        Rufo held up the clown for me to take and I did with my free hand.  The small clown was in a bright red outfit with a small hat that topped his bright green hair.  The makeup on the porcelain face consisted of red lips with a red outline a little bit out, a green dot on his small nose and big blue eyes.  There was a little charm about the doll that I couldn’t help to smile at and Rufo looked very pleased with himself when he saw how I was smiling.

         “He’s adorable Rufo.  I think he’s pretty great.”  My eyes glanced up to Rufo and he took the clown from my hand.

        “Perfect.  I did say we would find you one.  Maybe find him a friend or two at some of the other shops.”  Rufo turned on his heel as he went to look around again.

         “Rufo, don’t think you’re paying for him.”  I did my best to keep up with him.  It was easier said than done when Rufo had such long legs.

          “Nonsense.  I’m a gentleman and a gentleman should get the little lady some gifts now and again. I’m going to get you this little fella and that’s that.  No arguing with me doll.”  He turned to give me a side eye, so I understood to drop the subject and I did but only after giving him an eyeroll.  I was getting him a gift so I could let it slide.

          We wondered through the shop and I managed to get away to pay for the knife and tuck it into my bag so he wouldn’t see it. After he paid for the small clown we left to explore the rest of the shops and he indeed did find me a couple more clowns.  There even had been one that was almost like him except the triangles were smaller and the dots at the end of the mouth were also triangles that pointed upward.  Along our walk around the small town we would see some posters for a circus that was coming up in two days close by in the next state.

         “I haven’t been to a circus in so long.”  I tried to think of the last time I had been to a genuine circus, but the memories were fuzzy of a younger age with a smaller me.

         “How about we change that then?  We’re ahead on your little schedule.  We’d have plenty of time to enjoy a circus.”  Rufo had the bag of clowns in one hand, his other in his pocket as he looked down at me.

         “Are you sure?  Don’t you need to get to your um, job?”  I raised my brow, looking back up at him to meet his gaze.  The way he was looking at me made my cheeks blush. He had such a gentle smile on his lips and there was a bit of a sparkle in his eyes.

         “Don’t worry about the job, doll.  I always get them done, one way or another.”  He chuckled, plucking two tabs off the poster that offered free entrance.  “This is a vacation after all, and you’re supposed to be having fun.  So, let’s have some fun.”  He tucked the stubs into his pocket the put his arm around my shoulder to lead us away to somewhere else.  “And a clown knows best about fun.”

         After that, we had some lunch then we checked out of the motel so we could take off down the road.  Things almost felt back to normal between the two of us as we eased back into idle conversation between singing along to the music.  After a while Rufo flipped off the music and let out a long sigh.  

        “(Y/N), it’s not usual I have someone I can open up to things about.  I usually end up killing anyone who tries to know too much about me.  Heck, even if they catch me in an off mood if they tap me on the shoulder just a little too hard.  Only one who really knows me well is the man I work for.  You’re probably the only willing living person who knows who I am.”  There was a bit of solemnness in his tone.

        “I still don’t know too much Rufo.  You don’t have to tell me either if you aren’t comfortable with it.  Yeah, I’m curious but I wouldn’t want to push you.”  I shrugged and Rufo chuckled with a slight shake to his head.

         “Oh doll, you couldn’t push anything out of me even if you tried or gave me some big old puppy dog eyes.”  His fingers ran though his hair as he let out a few more chuckles before having a more serious look on his face.  “No but I think it’d help to explain things just a little with me. Seeing as we’ll be around each other a bit longer and you agreed to stick around with me.”

       Rufo went on to tell me about the time before. How he was a boy named Cecil Phelps who grew on a farm with a little sister who looked up to him.  How he ran away to the circus so he could try to get to his dream life of being an escape artist.  He even would write to his family and send them money when he could. I could see an old pain in his eyes when he spoke about his sister, but he would quickly move on.  He told story after story about the circus and each of the members of his new strange little family.  For a while there he had even become a ring master to fill in now and again. Then he told me about Serenity Falls, how the townsfolk hated them all and that one night after some murders and a scuffle some of the towns people came to the circus late into the night to kill. And kill they did.  They burned the trailer with the clowns inside, Rufo being one of them.  Rufo then went into how he clawed himself out of Hell, wandering the town of Serenity Falls until Albert came into the picture.  Even Albert had tried to send him back a few times but Rufo kept coming back, so Albert decided to put the stubborn angry soul to use and eventually got him a new body to help further.  Rufo had been enjoying his new life to the fullest despite some bumps in the road of trying to help the souls of his friends but he was making due.

         “And now I’m here.  On another job on some other part of the country.  Been doing this for a long time.  Don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”  There was a stone look on his face, a stiffness in his jaw that had set about halfway through his story telling.  I had turned my body so I could look at him better as he spoke, and I found myself resting a hand on his arm which surprised him.  He looked at me with a raised brow before quickly looking back to the road.

         “Rufo, I’m so sorry for what happened to you.  What they did was horrible and I’m sure each and every single one of them will get what’s coming to them.  In some way or another.”  He could see that I was sincere and there was an odd look on his face. Something that he never had felt before perhaps of someone accepting and knowing of what had happened.  “Thank you for telling me.  It means a lot to me that you told me.”

        “I… Thank you, (Y/N).”  He only nodded and I slipped my hand away, facing the road again. There was a sense of ease on his face that settled in with the restlessness that had been there the start of the drive.

         It had been a few hours and now I could see he was getting tired.  The next time we had to fill up I suggest we switch off and he agreed, leaning the seat far back so he could stretch out his long legs.  He even fell asleep at one point.  I draped his jacket over him like a blanket so he would rest better.  We wouldn’t be driving much longer anyways as the sun was starting to set and I could see some storm clouds rolling in. It was nice to have a moment to myself to just sit and dwell on everything and how I felt. Even after finding out everything I still couldn’t ignore the way I felt for him.  The butterflies fluttered in my gut and I could feel how my heart pounded in my chest.  I hadn’t known him for more than just a couple of days but there was still the nagging feeling of something there.  Though I could push it down for now and ignore it as he slept next to me.  For now, at least.

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The 100 6x05 "The Gospel of Josephine" Review

Y’all breathing okay? I think there were a few times when I held my breath this episode and boy howdy! I’m glad The 100 can still give me those moments. Now let’s dive right in to the episode:

Bonjour Josephine!

Last week we got a tiny bite of Josephine. Tonight we got the whole "gâteau opéra”, emphasis on “opera”, for the story of the Primes seems to be a long and bloody Shakespearean affair on an alien moon. Jaux!Clarke (see what I did there?) has barely fired up her silicone memories before she dispatches poor Kaylee with a cheese knife. Apparently Kaylee assisted, or at least didn’t prevent, Josephine’s last host body’s “death”, and she’s been on ice for six years waiting for a new host to be born and grow up. (Which we learn later is because they need a fully developed over-21 adult brain to host an adult’s memory chip, as they overload and kill child hosts. Glad we don’t have to see how they know that.)

Apparently Russell and Simone “jumped line” to bring back Josephine so I’m assuming it’s setup like an organ donor list, except people wait actual decades to talk to their loved ones again. The price of eternal life, eh? Also I can bet there will be some VERY unhappy Primes once they find out Russell and Simone cut line to get their daughter back amongst the living. Josephine seems to be hardened by her long life, and thinks very pragmatically and cold. She has successfully “other-ed” everyone except her loved ones...which is not comforting but also, I can’t help but think the gang would be very happy to have old Clarke back when they get a taste of real cold indifference from Jaux!Clarke.

Her “parents” give her time to adjust and we see Jaux!Clarke painting while dancing to French rap — a sentence I never thought I’d type for a sci-fi show review. She’s of course been given a task: find out how many nightbloods, aka hosts, our Space Popsicles have (since we really can’t call our gang the 100 or the delinquents anymore I’ve decided to call them this, fight me) to keep the Primes from becoming extinct. How hard can it possibly be to pretend to be Clarke right? All I thought was give Bellamy Blake and Jordan Green 10 minutes alone with her and she will figure that out real quick. (Also I was SO pleased to discover I was correct with guessing those two!)  

Space Popsicle™️ Fam finds skeletons in the closet!

Jaux!Clarke meets up with Bellamy, Jordan, Gaia and the rest of the SpacePops™️ Fam and starts acting weird immediately. (Subtle at first but someone forgot to check if she knew Trig ha!) She dodges her first bullet and finds Abby to try and find out how many nightbloods might be on the main ship, only to hear herself called a monster and have Abby compare her book to the Eugenics books of our time. I enjoyed seeing her squirm at Abby’s assessment of her book, though Abby doesn’t have a lot of room to judge...

When Abby questions why her left-handed daughter is writing with her right hand, Jaux!Clarke needs to find a reason to exit stage left and she sees Bellamy and Murphy looking for Jordan and follows them. They find Jordan in the spooky science closet full of skeletons (subtle the Primes are not) and Bellamy is of course in full Dad mode™️, asking Jordan what the heck he’s doing. Jordan delivers quite possibly my favorite line of the season, thus far:   

“What you would’ve done, The you before Praimfaya, anyway. Heart over head. That was always my favorite Bellamy.”

Monty and Harper's son, ladies and gentlemen!! Y’all I nearly jumped to my feet and clapped! Because that Bellamy is also my favorite Bellamy! And this whole season is a little odd feeling to me because Bellamy already feels like he’s been body snatched. Let’s hope this wonderful line delivered with perfection by the fabulous Shannon Kook is a sign we will get some old “I say, screw fear. I’m telling my own damn story” Bellamy Blake back this year! (Can I get an amen!)

Back to the science skeleton closet:

Jaux!Clarke Tries and fails to lure team SpacePops™️ out but Jordan and Gaia keep digging around and they end up watching the first “successful” upload of Josephine by Gabriel and her now very old looking father (og body) Russell. We also learned it took 25 years for them to develop and perfect the AI tech and lord knows how many corpses to get there.

We don’t know yet but I have a feeling we can guess the “old man” is Gabriel and “the Children of Gabriel” are followers against the “Primes ways” and are a result of him regretting playing God to get Josephine back and exiling himself once Josephine and fam got a little to unhinged about “hosts” and “nightblood”, leading others to follow his example. After Jaux!Clarke calls Murphy “John” and says a few other strange things, Bellamy asks to speak to her alone and, I’m just saying, if you watch this scene you see that Bellamy already KNoWS this isn’t “normal” Clarke. He isn’t sure what’s wrong yet, but he knows enough to test her and he can tell she can’t really understand what he’s saying in Trig! So he pulls a signature “Bellamy” move and yanks her back by the throat and starts asking questions because he’s now officially in panic mode —

BUT alas! She had a syringe of that lovely paralytic on hand just in case and the last thing we see in this scene is the horrible realization in Bellamy’s eyes as he lies helplessly paralyzed on the ground: there is a cold stranger behind his best friend’s beautiful blue eyes...and he cannot process his fear and loss fast enough. Welcome back heart over head Bellamy, we’ve missed you!!

Cut to Jaux!Clarke finding Murphy in the bar and revealing her true identity and confessing “Clarke is dead. My parents killed her” (listen I don’t buy it kids) and offering our favorite morally questionable cockroach something he might not be able to pass up: eternal life. Given his recent brush with death and sudden fear of hell….oh boy! It’s gonna take him a minute to realize he should help his friends, I just hope he realizes that before he’s made a full deal with the devil.

Diyoza and the Brat

This pair is a surprising team up, but if I have to suffer through Octavia’s “redemption” they couldn’t have picked a better reward than my favorite Season 5 addition (besides sweet Shaw! I’m still bitter about that guys) DIYOZA! Sassy, amazing fighter, the universe’s longest known pregnant lady. I could watch an entire show about her. (Also Ivana Milicevic is a dream in this role.) She’s the gift that keeps on giving, cool as a cucumber while stuck in space quicksand as Octavia is about to go under because she cannot be still for one second. Probably because if Octavia’s quiet she’ll think and with that comes dark thoughts: how she failed as a leader, how she was willing to abuse, torture and maybe even kill her brother, how her brother, the one person who she thought would always love her through her greatest faults, finally couldn’t take anymore and rejected her. She doesn’t have anything left to lose. Rock bottom meet Octavia Blake, Octavia Blake meet rock bottom.

Now I know I sound harsh but after Season 4 I was beyond seeing her as anything but a villain. I know she is on her way to redemption, but I’m glad they are giving her the long way through the dirt and mud, letting her soak in the cage of her own making a while. And giving us the wonderful Diyoza to lighten the mood. I am all for unsuspecting road trip buddies in shows (Arya and the Hound anyone?) but unfortunately so far all Octavia’s done is try to murder people, throw tantrums, and sulk. Oh well, at least Diyoza is getting in some practice for when she finally gets to have her 200-year-old baby! Really though bless her heart, she deserves some kind of sainthood for this.

Mount Weather + City of Light + Commander worship, shaken not stirred

I actually dig the intersecting of all the “bad guy” storylines into one big villain origin story wearing Clarke’s face. If nothing else it’s a poetic rehash of all the previous seasons, but refreshing enough to not seem stale...for the most part. I grow tired of the Flame/commander story and miss the more simple “teens surviving the unknown my learning to depend and care for each other” story of the first few seasons. BUT considering Season 5’s underwhelming last half, if there is one thing I can say about Season 6 of The 100...it’s not boring! And for a show that sometimes paces the plot too fast I was actually okay with that this time around! I did not want it to take three episodes for our fave family of 150 year old space popsicles to discover Clarke is “dead”. Also I am so glad it was the magic duo of Bellamy and Jordan that made the realization first.

Final thoughts

Eliza Taylor has grown so much as an actress over the seasons! She looks like she had so much fun playing Jaux!Clarke and she gave her such a different “spirit” than our usual worried and sometimes snarky but mostly serious Clarke Griffin. Just the way her eyes dance lets you know it’s not “real Clarke”.

I neglected to mention the importance of Jordan knowing “Delilah” before her change to Priya VII, so his spidey senses also go off around Clarke because he knows what a person who just got body snatched acts like! When he took “Delilah” the flowers I was like my poor son.

This episode was great because the focus was tighter and had fewer characters to keep up with! (Listen I love ensemble casts but they have not given Raven a strong independent storyline since Season 4, and I love Emori but she doesn’t really have a lot to do at the moment either, as for Echo...why she was made a main character when Harper was right there all those seasons? I’ll never know.) All that to say, I like when they break up the cast a bit and just focus on a few at a time to really get that interpersonal development between characters. That used to be the bread and butter of this show. Don’t get me wrong, I still love The 100 and find it unique and fun and twisty and exhilarating and at times beautifully heartbreaking.

(Episodes 1x05, 1x07, 1x13, 2x15, 2x16, 4x13 and 5x13 are perfect examples of this.)

But I do yearn for those slower, deeper days of, say, a boy and a girl grappling with the moral quandary of torturing a stranger tied up in the cockpit of a crashed spaceship to save a dying friend. Sometimes bigger and shiner isn’t always better. But no matter how this season goes, The 100 is still one of my favorite TV shows ever, and deserves a spot up there with a lot of other great sci-fi dramas of the past two decades.

As of now all I need to know is: where the heck is Bellamy Blake and is he okay?!

Gina’s episode rating: 🐝🐝🐝🐝

The 100 airs Tuesdays at 9/8c on the CW.

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how do u just Have a little crocodile what the heck (love the content please keep taking pictures of him what an angel)

Hi there, I purchased Ridley from the Midwestern Reptile Exhibit here in Missouri, "Show Me Reptiles" back in February 2018. The dealer whom I purchased him through mistakenly had him labeled as a "Wedgehead Caiman" which, for those unfamiliar with the naming scheme, implied that Ridley was a Cuvier's Dwarf Caiman(Paleosuchus Palpabrosus)- the world's smallest crocodilian species. Several months passed and things weren't adding up. Coloration was off from what I'd seen from other Cuviers and his belly texture was completely different. Come to find out, I had been sold a Schneider's Dwarf Caiman(Paleosuchus Trigonatus)- the world's THIRD smallest crocodilian, second to the Chinese Alligator. This didn't bother me much but I've since learned that Trigs are quite a bit more feisty than their Palp brethren and have been affectionately christened as "the psychos" by the caiman keeper community due to their typically flighty/defensive nature. They're naturally very anxious animals because they're highly predated upon by most other creatures that hail from the South American Amazon. Knowing this, and after letting Ridley settle into his new home, I began conditioning him through a clicker-based training regimen and providing him healthy and regular social interaction. This seems to have brought a lot of his anxiety down to a manageable level. I reinforce positive behavior with positive feedback and ignore the behaviors I don't want. Crocodilians quickly pick up on patterns and can be taught basic concepts which helps a lot with the socialization. He'll likely never become domesticated in the traditional sense but if he continues on the path we've been travelling, who knows? Still, trying to project the idea of true domestication or human emotions onto an animal that has remained largely unchanged for millions of years is, to be blunt, unrealistic. I would not advise anyone to rush out and purchase a crocodilian because they see how cute and docile Ridley is...Ridley is a product of exception and crocodilians require a huge amount of work, space and effort to maintain under healthy conditions. On average, the Schneider's Dwarf Caiman/Smooth Fronted Caiman(Trig) Male grows to be around 5-6ft and max out around 80lbs with Females reaching about 4ft, 60lbs so they require an exceptional amount of space in their adult enclosures. Then comes the biteforce, clocking in around 290psi(more than the amount of pressure to break bone) so the kid gloves really do have to come off when interacting with these fellows. A 2-foot-long juvenile can land a bite leading to scarring, nerve damage and stitches. Then, come the medical bills and infection. Crocodilian mouths can harbor several different strains of nasty bacterium if allowed to run unchecked(I brush Ridley's teeth weekly which helps tremendously in that regard). Reptile toothpaste consists of little more than baking soda and water but does wonders in making those pearly whites shine!

Pictured below is an Adult Bull(Male) Trigonatus. This is Ridley's dad so it's likely that he'll reach around the same size, if not a bit larger.

[bywhatilove]

A list of my OTPs

Literally no one asked for this but I’m making it anyway.

1. Everlark (The Hunger Games)

No one will ever be able to replace them as my number ones. Their story is so tragic and beautiful. Suzanne Collins may have shattered my heart but I will always be thankful for their ending. They both finally found the peace and happiness they deserved with one another. I love them so much and they will always have a special place in my heart. I could honestly write an entire thesis paper centered around them and them only. (Also, shout out to them for being my only otp to actually have a proper endgame?)

2. Spoby (Pretty Little Liars)

Let me tell you, did these two deserve SO MUCH BETTER. Marlene King really had to let me down like that. Technically, yes, they were endgame; however, we (they) deserved more than a one sentence endgame. Also, they are the only ship out of the four main ones not to have been married or engaged by the series end? Heck, their last kiss was in the midseason finale of season six! It’s so unfair. Honestly, no thing gets me more trigged than these two and how they deserved better. I miss them and hope they are living happily ever after.

3. Jeid (Criminal Minds)

Okay, so before anyone attacks me, let me explain myself. These two have always been my wasted potential, what should have been ship. And, I never actually thought they would be canon. I’m still recovering from *that* finale and sorting out my emotions. I know Reid is getting a new love interest in the final season and (even as a jeid stan) im super excited to meet her. As long as Spencer is happy, I’ll be okay with whatever road the writers decide to go down. But, these two will always be my “in another lifetime” otp and that breaks my heart.

4. Bemmett (Switched At Birth)

Ugh. My inner twelve year old self still cries over them. The writers COMPLETELY ruined their relationship and Emmett’s character. I’m still so bitter over how their story ended and will always believe they deserved more. The writers took a beautiful relationship and made it soooo toxic. However, as I get older, I realize that (give the circumstances) they never could have ended up together (that’s the writers fault though, not theirs). That doesn’t mean that my heart doesn’t still break when I remember their story nor does that mean that I wish they had had worked out. (I really still love them)

5. Glaggie (The Walkng Dead)

MY HEART ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED THE NIGHT GLENN DIED. Glenn was truly the heart and soul of “The Walking Dead” and the show hasn’t been the same since. Maggie has seen everyone she cares about die and how she’s still going at this point is honestly amazing. Their story breaks my heart. Glenn deserved to be a father just as Maggie deserved to have Glenn help her have a family. My heart still breaks for them and it always will.

6. Jonathan and Nancy (Stranger Things)

I have literally been shipping these two before they even had a scene together so....And, I get it, Steve deserves to find happiness. But, just because he went all mom-mode in season two doesn’t mean him and Nancy are meant to be. Steve will find happiness, but I just don’t think that should or will be with Nancy. I can’t wait to see these two in season 3 and I really hope the writers don’t ruin them.

7. Chandler and Monica (Friends)

I love: them. Honestly, bless them for being my unproblematic, nonangsty otp that always brings me joy.

8. Fabian and Nina (House of Anubis)

Okay, I know. But, these two were my first ever otp which means that, no matter what, they will always have a well deserved spot in the top ten. My first heartbreak was when Nina left the show, and I missed her terribly in season three. I will always think they deserved better. Ugh, my ancient Egypatian, mystery solving, British and American softies really should have gotten that endgame (because Mara? Really?).

9. Lara Jean and Peter (To All The Boys...)

Before you ask, yes, I have read all the books. I can’t wait for “P.s I still love you” and, while I may love these two and Peter K, John Ambrose deserved better.

10. Rory and Jess (Gilmore Girls)

The only reason I watched Gilmore Girls was for them and you can’t convice me that they DIDNT end up together after the revival. He’s her Luke.

(The amount of times I said “deserved better” really testifys to my horrible luck when it come to picking ships)

[anths-girl]

Right. So. My 'funding campaign' is NOT going well. At ALL. And the reason why it gets to me so much, is because I was very, VERY reluctant to do it, in the first place. Heck, I only finally created the campaign, MONTHS after everything that had finally trigged me to do so, went down.

But also, I'm not someone who handles disappointment well. And saying that, is an understatement. I have depression. And YES, I KNOW - we ALL do, right? Though this - all of this, the campaign, things not going well with my parents, struggling financially, and YES, it almost being Christmas and the new year...it's making EVERYTHING so, SO much worse. I feel like I'm suffocating, sometimes. Like I want to crawl into a hole and just...never come back out again.

Me, putting myself out there, practically baring my soul - and my personal life, and the issues I have - is NOT something I do lightly. Hence why I didn't really WANT to start the finding campaign in the first place. Because I can just FEEL people being...judgmental. Wondering, "well, WHY doesn't she have a job" or "what kind of 'disability' is she getting a social grant for". Because yes, I know: I LOOK fine, right? Like there's nothing wrong with me. But also...it's REALLY no-one's business, right? The point is, I DO only receive a social grant. And I CAN'T go work. If anything, I can't leave my parents to fend for themselves, every day. Because THAT is my job: taking care of my parents.

In-between all this, I am not doing great. In all seriousness, I am doing VERY, VERY badly. The ONLY bright thing in my life, are my dogs. Not that they are 'dogs', to me - they are very literally my LIFE. I call them my 'Kiddies'. If not for them, we'd ALL - my parents and me - really be dead, by now. And all that is yet another issue: Every day, I am TERRIFIED of something happening to them. One of them getting sick, or just ANYTHING bad happening. Because that is what my brain does: It's constantly shouting out to me, in bright, screaming neon letters, ALL of the negative crap that can - and probably WILL - happen.

And 99.9% of ALL of those 'things' that could happen? If they do happen, NOW...we are SO screwed. Because...we don't have money. We are hanging on by a thread. And it KILLS me, that there's NOTHING I can do...but what I've BEEN doing: BEGGING.

And I also hate doing that. Because I KNOW others struggle, too. I know there are people who struggle way, WAY more than me and my family. But since creating my campaign, and, like I said, baring my soul and putting my entire personal life out there for the whole world to see...it's made things so much more...REAL, for me. And now I CAN'T give up. And yet, EVERY single thing I've tried - sharing as much as I can, on social media, writing updates (like THIS one), messaging people, afraid of annoying the hell out of them...nothing WORKS.

The strangest thing of all, is that of the people who HAVE helped - by either donating (I got TWO donations in all. TWO), or helping to share my posts - are folks who are struggling, too. People who I look up to, and who I have been following and admiring because of their talent. And I am so, SO thankful for their help. It makes me feel so much humility, and even guilt, knowing that those people try to help me, when they have their own troubles to deal with.

And still, through all of this...I am not okay. I have trouble getting through every day. Some days I don't want to get out of bed. Some days I can't sleep, at all. I desperately want some kind of distraction from all the negative thoughts (thank GOD for Pippin and Lola, EVERY DAY!). I read fanfic - the only other joy in life that I am SO grateful for that I hardly have words. I watch my shows, or my Marvel movies. But it still doesn't REALLY get the job done. Because there IS one thing, that ALWAYS worked. That could get me out of my own head, like NOTHING in this world could: WRITING.

I can't write, anymore. The last time I wrote something - other than campaign pages and things like what I'm writing right NOW - was almost three years ago. Writing, JUST for the love of writing. Because I DO love writing. It's the ONE thing in this world that I am actually, maybe a LITTLE bit good at. And even IF I'm not good at it, at ALL...I still LOVED doing it. And I MISS it, like crazy.

But no matter what I do, how hard I try...it's just not happening anymore. And really, anyone who knows anything about writing...when you have to FORCE it...it's not fun anymore, anyway.

That last time I wrote? It was right before things started falling apart rather spectacularly, in our home. My dad's health started deteriorating more, he spent time in hospital, days in bed. And I just...lost it. Lost THAT part of me. The part that could shut out the world, and all of it's bad things, and just...go somewhere else. I can't do that, anymore. And I HATE it. It's like I have no choice, but to constantly deal with all the worries and troubles that's day to day life, now. And it's EXHAUSTING.

I'm NOT a strong person. Not even close to it. And whenever I see some of the other funding campaigns, I want to DIE. Because it makes me feel SO, SO bad, complaining and begging for donations, when there are people who have it SO much worse than I do. But again...this is for my FAMILY. The ONLY people in this world, who matter to me. I can't live without them, and watching them struggle, and not being able to really DO anything about it, is slowly destroying me. I have already lost so much of who I use to be, that I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Sorry for the VERY long-winded self-pity party. I just REALLY needed to vent. And apparently to just bare my soul even MORE.

Once again, thank you, and God bless.

*Link to said campaign page, just in case...: https://gogetfunding.com/for-the-best-twilight-years

[arreumddawo]

27/3/21

HIIIIIIIIII, i’ve only blinked and its already MARCH. this time last year, what was i doing? i think i’ve already went for this current job interview and then a while later, the lockdown was announced~ but wow, time really flies huh. *cues the angmoh man blinking gif*

for the most part, i really want to write down the feelings i’ve been feeling (melancholy and loneliness) for the past few days and how i’ve sorted them out internally AND how i just want the future nabilah to just READ this and REMIND HERSELF that everything will be okay. it will be okay you dramatic, overreacting bitch! it will be okay. haha okay lets starteu~

#/melancholy 

i’ve been feeling downcast the past few days. i dont even know where to begin. melancholy as well as feelings of sadness and depression have always been a part of me since 2017 im not gonna lie but lately, these episodes got a little bad despite me trying to keep myself occupied hahah. for the most part, i am just really really afraid of getting older. i really am. its not so much of the “getting older part” which gets to me i guess but its more of how lately, i just want to turn the hands of time and go back to my past when i was 16 in secondary school (heck even primary school) and just live a life where i didnt have to worry about anything except for studying you know? where times were simpler and i was (definitely) happier. i miss wearing a school uniform, i miss only having to worry about my studies, i miss being at home at noon and watching disney channel until i accidentally nap and not understanding trig/physics/chem. oh- what id give to be in my youth again. id do anything. i would study harder and change my whole course of life and hope that i could be someone im proud of. im desperately clinging on to good memories. i terribly miss being young. i really do.

and recently, i feel like im expiring, i feel old (really old) which is funny cos ive only turned 23 BUT the fact will always be that im turning 24 this year (2021) AND its when the bone-crushing realisation of getting old really sinks in (for me). i find myself looking back at my accomplishments (which trust me is little to none) and i just feel like people are accomplishing great things (even at such a young age). there’s nothing in my life where i can truly be proud of. what have you done with your life, nabilah? questions i ask myself everyday. but then again, people would say the past experiences have shaped who i am today and without them, i would’ve been a completely different person WHICH brings me back to the next point. the current me right now who is writing this post is not someone im all that proud of either. i feel like- i feel like im struggling (keyword: struggling) to achieve great things before i turn 30 (and trust me when i say i dont even want to live that long of a life). i’m tired of adulting, of getting old, of having to worry about financial issues, of having to worry about whether i’m at that milestone where everyone expects me to be, of wondering whether im really suited for this field im currently working in. im aware that it may be very shallow of me to think this way considering that there are some people in their 30s who will probably read this, laugh at me and say “you’re still young + you still have a long way + you still have time to figure out your life” but the FACT is THAT im NOT young! i still have a long time to figure out my life? yeah that is if i plan to live way over my 30s (which i DONT). side note, my biggest fear is actually living a long life. so.. like.. what now?  

#/loneliness

this is a very touchy topic for me considering that i am planning to devote myself to the single life and dying a virgin because i really dont think (keyword: really, really) there’s a man good enough for me out there. even if there is, he lives only in my imagination. and yes, as embarrassed as i am to admit it, YES i do feel lonely at times. honestly, i really thought that loneliness is something im able to handle really well considering that ive been single.. what? my whole life? LOL HAHAHAH (its true. sucks to be ugly.) but yeahhhh as of late, during times when things get hard at work and i start tearing up in public transport on the way home, when home doesnt feel like home anymore, when the world conspires against me... i look up and wonder @God, “don’t i deserve someone who i can talk to, who loves me for who i am, who doesnt mind the mess i am?” ok that was abit cringey but yeah i used to be ashamed of secretly wanting someone special despite swearing to the single life BUT thats just how it is! and honestly i feel that humans are not psychologically meant to be lonely, that is why we’ll always crave for a partner (even if we dont need one). but all that aside, its not like im going to even try and find one (like i said, there is no one good enough for me out there) and i absolutely detest the idea of getting married and having kids so i will have to suck this lonely feeling up and just live. for the most part, i just wanted to point out how lonely this adult life can be.

side note: its really great that i have a really good support system (my siblings and friends), so yeah.. i’m really grateful for that<3.

things i want the future nabilah to read (now that i have come to terms with these feelings):

phew that was a rollercoaster now wasnt it. now that you’ve typed all that and acknowledged what you feel, i have a few things to say to you.

i just want you to know that you are (as much as you dont want to hear this or dont believe in this), you are doing well (at least the future you reading this wont look back and be embarrassed of who you were). you may not have done well for o’s, may have slacked a bit during poly and uni and regret everything academic wise (and yes personality wise) but always remember that, these things do not define the authentic real you. not getting into a local university and not achieving greater things in life during your youth, these are trifle things that you shouldnt be ashamed of or even beat yourself up about. after all, they dont matter in the afterlife?? so like, stop it. its not like you can go back to the past and change it, you only have control of the present and thats WHAT you have to work on. as tough as it may be, as much as you refuse to get old, the harsh reality is that you have to and you will. you have a degree and you��re getting experience working in the field you have always been curious about and you’re on your way to get a another diploma under your belt. you’re really doing the most if i must say??. and you’re so lucky to be able to love what you studied and do what you like. off track and a side note, i wanted to tell you that i woke up today feeling a tremendous shift in me (and i really honestly think its because of the conversations i had with zim, bff and syiqs the past consecutive days). but i honestly woke up feeling excited at what i have to offer the world. you may not be the prettiest and the smartest but the amount of love you have (and willing to give) in your heart, the feelings of empathy you’re capable of and the change you want to make in lives.. these are things that define you and you can do just that. there are times where you will definitely feel afraid and wonder if you’re doing the right thing but as long as you keep reminding yourself of your morals and values, i think you’re pretty much on the right track. 

and i know, i know you hate yourself more than anything else in this world. the face you see in the mirror and the horrible things you feel inside you, your dumb thoughts and all that but i really pray that in the years to come, you’ll grow to be kinder to yourself (and definitely the people around you). be kinder to yourself and have courage to face your flaws and work towards being a better person everyday. be kind to everyone (especially your parents) and just have a little faith that you can go through many hurdles in your life. you cannot do everything but you can do some great things and that is enough. i dont have to remind you that everything here and now in this world is just temporary right? remember the podcast you heard yesterday? true happiness will be in the afterlife, inshaAllah. death will come for you, you just have to be patient and never forget to work towards the afterlife. also dont feel too lonely. ultimately, you know you dont have the mental capacity for things like marriage and having kids and all but dear nabilah, if you get lucky and love comes to you one day through Allah, i hope that you dont close your doors firmly shut to it and embrace it if you may (only run when the guy proposes cos u aint got no time for that). last but not least, please never let go of good memories. cling on to them and let them be attestations of your kindness and love. always be kind and always try to be better for the people around you. i hope you’re smiling as you read this, i hope you’re proud of who you have become and i hope that you continue to always remind yourself of amazing person you are, despite all that you went through. 

- 23 year old nabilah (technically 24 this year but hey SUCK IT TIME IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT)

[kinktae]

jesus christ I'm so sorry to hear you're in a similar, if not worse situation than I am. school is just so stressful and anxiety inducing and people here are assholes. like as bad as paris level asshole which says a lot believe me. I wish I could give you advice but I've never been through college and honestly I have no clue what it's like here or in france. honestly you should clear up your schedule a bit too for next semester/trimester - french anon

I am taking four classes next semester!!! So yes definitely!

Anonymous said: but if I can be honest my schedule for second year (dunno what it’s called sorry) is worse. once again I have no prep - AP US history (I know nothing about this), AP Chemistry, also know little about chemistry and lack the english vocabulary, another honors english class, combining two honors french classes which shouldn’t be a problem but I’m from the country and it’s like satori in korean it’s completely different from standard french for me. like hillbilly french ig- french anon

HILLBILLY FRENCH HAHAHAH. Also, second year is called sophomore year! AP US History, damn girl that is a tough, even for an American. I would see if you can drop out of that class and switch it to something easier like AP Environmental Science (if that’s an option.) But I’m sure if you dedicate yourself you should be able to get through it

Anonymous said: after that we have honors algebra second year, I barely know anything about geometry and trigonometry. I don’t even know how to say trigonometry in french like what? I have another high level music class and then another year of a third language in honors. I don’t even have a study class (hall?) next year and I am in three sports so I practice more than a full time job works, and then I go to school. I think I really messed up here - french anon

Thats so weird bc my french teacher taught us that trigonometry was just le trigonométrie. Anyway, you don’t need to know geometry/trig to understand algebra. They say if you hate geometry then you will love algebra. Algebra is like chemistry but chem has science mixed in. (Also remember that colleges only require that you take two years of the same language in high school, which means you don’t have to take it your third year.)

Anonymous said: I just want to be on the right medication for my mental disorders so that maybe I don’t live off of two pieces of bread everyday for two weeks only to have it happen again. it’s frustrating! I want this to be over! and no offense america but literally why trump he makes everything worse and your politics system makes no sense. like at least in france I don’t have to be aware of it but here it’s literally everywhere you go. - french anon

Ah I hope they can find the right medication for you! As Trump, hahhhhh I have many thoughts on that man as a child of two immigrants. I don’t want to get too into it but just know that the majority of Americans DID NOT vote for him, I think only 47% of Americans actually voted for him lol idk i don’t understand the government

Anonymous said: your language is really weird by the way. I know I’m french and can’t say that technically bc french is just as bad but literally @ english why. grammar sucks. sentence structure sucks. PRONUNCIATION AND SYLLABLE STRESS SUCKS. contractions are weird. there’s literally almost no point to them in english? and overall the people here suck w welcoming foreigners like I cannot tell you how many times someone impersonated my accent to make fun of me. - french anon

LMAO I FEEEEEL. Also I’m sorry people are being shitty ugh. Americans are sometimes too blunt and speak without thinking, we don’t even realize sometimes when we are being rude.

Anonymous said: I said it before too, and I will most definitely say it a bunch more. your. school. system. sucks. ass. it can suck my ass, slap my thigh and call me george for all I care and I would still not think it’s funny despite being an awful joke. I hope your life improves though bc you just don’t deserve this the only human I can think of in america that deserves the shit of their own system is moldy tangerine himself. rip american students. - french anon

MOLDY TANGERINE SDKFJSKJF I personally see him more as a stale cheeto.

Anonymous said: but honestly from what I can tell college sucks. fake news. exams are stressful as heck and if you do good no one but your anxiety rewards you bc I’m the same way, I live off of my grades and atm I have a D+ in English and a C in AP World History. I’m far behind and the final is this week oops. but honestly like,,, why. just why. you only get degraded if you fail and nothing good happens if you pass like what is the point. - french anon

College is actually really really great when you don’t overload yourself with work. There is so much freedom and you can take literally ANY class you can think of. I could take a class all about rock n roll music if I wanted to at my university. Also, I guess if you pass a class, then you get to go to more school. Yay(?)

Anonymous said: I’m going to keep you in my thoughts amour, because I really hope things get better and you get the courage to attend your classes. sorry for going off again in your inbox it’s probably annoying to have some stupid freshman ranting about the school system when your situation seems to be way worse than mine. I hope everything goes well, don’t worry about writing for your followers bc we’d rather you do it for fun than force it. - french anon

Anonymous said: it’s a lot easier to read when it flows naturally from your thoughts (and as someone who stRuggles w reading on occasion I know and I can tell bby). please take your time and prioritize you. please. I’m begging. I can’t imagine what your situation is like but it does not seem fun. so don’t feel any pressure from here and focus on what’s a lot more important. I believe in you, I believe you can pass english. I know you can. okay I’m done, sorry again. je t'aime, mon amour, salut

Ahh you are too sweet. I will prioritize my time. Also psshhh you don’t bother me at all. I mean, we are technically both “stupid freshman.” You’re a freshman in high school and I am a freshman in college ;) Thank you for your kind words, te amo, je t’aime and I love you

[suit-lady]

Lookin’ for a Boyfriend.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Requested by the legendary Charissa aka @toms-spidey: "someone write me a peter fic based on boyfriend by big time rush” Alternatively, Peter asks you to be his lab partner, but he ends up asking a little more.

Warnings: None? I think the worst swear is heck. Uh, unless you want nervous Peter as a warning because Peter is VERY nervous.

Word Count: 2250

A/N: It was an honour to write this for you, Charissa. I really hope you like it! Also, I listened to Boyfriend on repeat for like two and a half plus hours while writing this, so... If you’d like to listen while you read, you can find it here.

There she was. (Y/N), in all her glory, walked down the hall past Peter and Ned. Though he and Ned had been in the middle of discussing their next sci-fi movie night, Peter stopped mid-sentence as his eyes followed (Y/N). Ned sighed heavily. Why on earth had Peter started noticing a girl that was around them all the time? Liz was fine because they didn’t see the seniors much, as sophomores, but (Y/N) was in their class. Not only did she have classes in the same wing, the three of them were in the very same chemistry class. No, Ned didn’t think it was ironic.

“Dude, come on,” Ned drew Peter’s eyes from (Y/N) with a heavy sigh. “You’ve talked to her like three times.”

“That’s not true!” Peter retaliated, bristling. “We spent a whole week working on that chemistry lab together when you were out sick…”

Ned rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.” Then, a lightbulb went off in his head. “Y’know… we’re starting a new lab in class today…”

Peter’s eyes widened. “No.” After Ned started wiggling his eyebrows, he repeated, “No. Ned, no.”

As they walked into class, Ned gave him a wink before walking up to a friend in one of his other classes. “Hey man, can we be lab partners for this next lab? Neither Peter nor I are great at this, so we wanna split up for this one.”

Unaware of Peter going into a panic behind Ned, the guy answered, “Oh, sure! Of course! Titration is one of my favorite things; I’d be more than glad to help you out.”

Peter swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat before he crossed the room. “(Y/N),” he started, but his words got caught in his throat.

“Yes?” you said, turning to face him. Peter could have sworn the sunlight bent around your body to make you literally sparkle.

His palms immediately felt clammy and his throat went dry. “I was wondering if maybe you would possibly…” he trailed off. He was beyond tongue-tied.

“Uh, if you’re asking to be lab partners, I’d love to be! I usually partner with my friend from trig class, but she’s not here today. I was actually gonna ask you…” He wouldn’t bet on it, but he thought he saw you blush a tiny bit.

“Yeah, actually! That’s exactly what I was gonna ask,” he said, the words falling out of his mouth at a rate alarming to even him.

You laughed, blushing a bit as you said, “You’re cute, Parker.”

He turned his face away from you so you wouldn’t see his face turn bright red. On most occasions, he really hated having the safety goggles, but the green tint helped to hide the fact that his skin never quite went back to its regular shade. You were so sweet, and working with you was incredibly easy; the two of you were done with the lab with plenty of time to spare and begin the report. Peter could feel himself falling head over heels for you as the hour went by all too quickly. When the bell rang, Peter slung his bag over his shoulder, but you stopped him from leaving.

“Hey, Peter?”

“Yeah? What’s up, (Y/N)?”

“Uh, I was just gonna ask… when do you wanna work on the report? I know you’re busy with the Stark internship and stuff, so I can totally do it myself.”

“No!” he said, shaking his head. “I’m not gonna blow off schoolwork, especially not a lab report. I’m usually free for a bit after school because I can catch the four o’clock train home.”

You smiled at him, dazing him. “Okay, that works! After school today in the library?”

Peter nodded. “Sounds great!” He turned and walked out to meet Ned, his giddiness unmistakable.

-

School creeped by. During the last hour of the day, it honestly seemed worse than waiting to go put on the spidey suit. He was tapping his foot as silently as he could as the anticipation nearly ate him alive. As soon as the bell rang, he leapt out of his seat and hurried to his locker to grab his chemistry notebook. Ned met him there, and they walked to the library together. With a wink, Ned bid him goodbye, and Peter watched him go before walking in.

He immediately saw your friends, but didn’t see her with them. With the utmost caution, he walked up to them. These people were (Y/N)’s closest pals; if he needed anyone’s approval, it would be theirs. Without meaning to, he caught a bit of their conversation as we walked up.

“I mean, I don’t really think he’s all that great, know what I mean?” one commented with a scoff.

“I know. I’m pretty sure she only said yes to him because he’s half nice. It’s not like she wouldn’t have her fair pick. She’s so nice, anybody would go out with her.”

“Sure, but it’s probably weird for her that we all go out on group dates and she’s, like, the ninth wheel or whatever.”

“Uhm, excuse me,” Peter said, cringing at his own voice.

They turned to him, one responding, “’Sup, Parker?”

“Uh, well, (Y/N) and I… we’re working on a chemistry report together?”

Before he could continue, another said, “Yeah, she’s with Brady right now.”

Brady… Brady Taylor? Peter gave them a tight lipped smile and a nod and he spun on his heel and walked away. If Brady Taylor, genius and basketball player, was interested in her, he had absolutely no chance. He began spreading out his things with a slightly moody air. He noticed slightly too late that he was still within earshot of your friends.

“I don’t think she even likes him?”

“She doesn’t. She’s never been into people that do sports.”

“Yeah, last year, wasn’t she really into that one guy with all the cool gadgets? He’s a senior now?”

The first laughed. “Yeah, she’s into the dweeby dudes.”

Dweeby? Ouch. This guy kind of sounded like… well, Peter.

“I wouldn’t say dweeby,” the first came to the guy’s defense. “He does some really neat stuff. She would always say she liked to listen to him talk about all that… God, if only he’d’ve known how smitten she was with him…”

“Peter, hey!” your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Sorry I’m late, I was…”

“With Brady? Your friends told me,” he said with a half-smile and a nod over to where your friends were still sitting and gossiping.

A blush creeped up on your face. “I-it’s not what you’re thinking. He gives me a ride home sometimes when I don’t wanna take the train. I only told my friends we went out so they would stop badgering me. Would I like a boyfriend? Sure, whatever. But I’d prefer one that’s a little less self-absorbed, y’know?”

They shared a quiet laugh before getting to work. After a bit, your friends came over to say they were headed out, and you said goodbye to them, telling them you weren’t quite finished yet. It was pretty close to when Peter would need to leave to make the train, but you told him you wanted to get as much of the report done that night as possible. Though he tried not to show it, he was just a little over the moon that you chose working with him over riding home with your friends.

-

You had a few things to do both Tuesday and Wednesday, so the only open evening to finish up the report was Thursday night, the night before it was due. That night, however, May was going to be baking date loaves and wanted Peter home to aid her. When he’d asked you if you could study at the apartment, he was sure he’d never stuttered so much in your life. You’d ecstatically agreed, curious about his aunt’s baking… and you’d developed quite the crush on Peter Parker.

The two of you were seated at the little booth by the kitchen, chemistry notes spread all over the table. Finally, you were on the last and hardest part, discussion of theory, or finding quotes in the notes or the text that gave information about the experiment. May was in the kitchen, busily making baked goods for some of her work friends. You could tell where Peter got his sweet nature from, and it wasn’t from the date loaves.

Though you finished the report in the early evening, May offered to have you stay for dinner. Peter’s heart leapt into his throat when you accepted, but he did his best to keep his cool. After all, this was just, like, a family dinner with a friend or whatever. This was totally nothing more than that to Peter. He was totally not a nervous wreck all of dinner, nope. Try as he might, he couldn’t quench his dry mouth and drank nearly a whole bottle of water at dinner. Neither you nor May noticed anything was off, but Peter felt as if his heart was beating loud enough for the downstairs neighbors to hear.

Though you left soon after dinner, you didn’t leave Peter’s mind all night, and he struggled to fall asleep. You were single, but maybe didn’t wanna be? Honestly, he was shocked that someone hadn’t made a move on you yet. How could someone not have? To him, you were absolutely gorgeous, impossibly kind, incredibly funny… Like, what more could people want?

-

“Peter, just heckin’ ask her out before I go insane,” Ned told him the next morning as they walked to their chemistry class.

“Ned, buddy, you know I can’t.”

“You can! Also, don’t sit next to me. Sit by your lab partner when you turn the lab in, okay?”

Peter’s cheeks flushed pink when they walked into the classroom. Though he knew Ned was trying to be helpful, forcing him to be around you was driving him crazy. He thought the onslaught of daydreams couldn’t get any worse, but he was zoning out of class with thoughts of you more than he was with memories of his adventures as Spider-Man. Maybe Ned was right.

During class, you didn’t say anything to one another, but Peter stopped you on your way out, calling your name. “Hey, (Y/N), wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Uhm…” Come on, think of an excuse. “I think some of our notes got mixed up last night? I’m pretty sure I’m missing some stuff from lecture last week…” Nice.

You flashed him one of those smiles that dazzled him. “Oh! Wanna sort stuff out after school? Is the library okay again?”

Peter nodded, smiling back. “Of course.”

-

The day had gone by far too fast. Why did he make such a brash decision? He knew he had all of his notes; they’d checked that before you’d left the night before. He was banking on the fact you thought he was forgetful… or, maybe, you were and didn’t quite remember sorting notes before dinner. While it was plausible, Peter’s anxiety was telling him otherwise.

You sorted notes as soon as you got there. To Peter’s surprise, you actually did have one of his pages of lecture exercises from the last week. You shared a laugh when you found it, and you told him that he had a really good eye. Though he knew he thanked you, he barely heard the noise leave his mouth because of the multitude of thoughts buzzing in his head.

When you stood up to leave, Peter stopped you, again. “(Y/N), wait.”

You gave him a look of confusion. “What is it, Peter?”

“Uhm…” he gave an awkward cough. “I haven’t really rehearsed saying this… Okay, I’ll be honest, I didn’t even think I was gonna do this until chemistry this morning…”

His pause was long. “Okay…?”

“Okay, I’m gonna do my best to make this unique to anything you’ve heard from anyone else.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, trying to calm his nerves. “Well, uh, (Y/N), over the past few months, I just haven’t been able to help myself but notice how effortlessly beautiful and funny and all-around amazing that you are.” His face was bright red, which brought a small smile to your face. He was unbelievably nervous. “And, I, uh, well, Ned convinced me to switch partners so that I could have more time to talk to you… And, well, it’s done nothing to change my overall opinion of you… In fact, I stand by it even more that you’re an incredible girl and I just… I…” He took a deep breath. “Look, I know we’re not super close or whatever, and I don’t know your past and all that, but none of that really matters to me…” He chewed on his lip for a moment. “Well, I uh… I… Would you maybe wannagoonadatewithme?” The last several words blurted so quickly Peter had barely understood himself.

Your smile widened, and a short laugh left your lips. “Peter,” you started.

“Oh no. Oh, no, no, you know what? Never mind; this didn’t happen. I, uh, I gotta go catch the train.”

“Peter,” you said, more firmly this time, grabbing his arm for emphasis. “I would love to.”

-

A week later, Peter overheard your friends again, talking about how much they approved of her new boyfriend. The smile those comments brought didn’t leave his face for the rest of the day.

Fin.

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[dingutown]

Joonie

So sorry this is a little late, I had a trig test and I’ve been recording some songs for my Music Tech portfolio. I feel like this one is pretty shit but I hope you still enjoy!

Member(s): Rap Monster x Reader

Genre: Fluffy fluff (as usual)

Word Count: 1k

You have been sat at your table for over 2 hours. He had made you feel like a total embarrassment. The waiters knew, the people in the restaurant knew, heck even you knew, but you just didn’t want to believe you had been stood up.

This wasn’t the first time this has happened, but you tried so hard to remain optimistic. You weren’t exactly desperate for love, but you had so much love that you were willing to give to someone. And to top it off, the only friend you had was your college roommate, Namjoon. You didn’t know him too well as he was often away studying, but he’s always been nice to you. You sometimes shared long conversations, making you feel like you two really clicked, but you never acted on it to prevent things from being awkward.

All of a sudden, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out of your pocket and looked at the Caller ID. You were actually more excited to see Namjoon’s name than your so-called date’s.

“Hi, (Y/N), how’s it going? Is he being nice?”

“Hi, Joonie. I’m fine, and, um, he’s ok.”

You tried to put a happy voice on, but it wasn’t very convincing, especially not to Namjoon.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to pretend. I know you’re not fine. What’s wrong? Is he being an asshole?”

You sighed. No matter how hard you tried to build up a wall around yourself, he always managed to knock it down.

“I wouldn’t know. He didn’t show up.”

Namjoon sighed so loud you could hear it through your phone.

“That fucking dick! I swear to you (Y/N), this is the last time you get stood up!”

“Thanks, Joon. And is there any chance you could come and pick me up asap? I could use some company right now”

“Yeah, sure! I might be a little while, hope that’s ok!!”

“Of course! And thanks again, Joonie. I hope to see you soon!”

~

As if you thought the night couldn’t have got any worse. You were still waiting for Namjoon, at least an hour and a half after he phoned you. You went over to the bar and ordered a drink to numb the depression that started to cloud over you. You felt so stupid for asking Namjoon to come and pick you up. Sure, you two lived together and you had the same classes, but you began to wonder if you got the wrong idea about the friendship.

“Were you too forward?” you thought to yourself “Maybe he only said yes to avoid saying no.”

You suddenly saw a long arm reach over to pay for your drink.

“Do you come here often?”

You turned around to see a messy Namjoon smiling at you.

“Namjoon!! You actually came!!”

You threw your drink down and jumped into his arms. He laughed and squeezed you before gently putting you down.

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, you took quite a while and I thought you didn’t want to see me and…”

“Shh, (Y/N). I’m here now. I’m sorry I took so long, but you’ll see why so quickly finish your drink. I have something for you.”

You downed your cocktail as Namjoon grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the restaurant into his car.

~

After what it felt like hours of snaky roads, you finally reached a small campfire with two chairs. He stepped out of his car before opening your door to let you out. He reached into his boot and pulled out a massive picnic basket. You were speechless. As if he went through all of this trouble for you. This was the first time in a while you felt like someone genuinely cared about you. By this point, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your face. Namjoon dropped his basket and ran to you.

“(Y/N) please don’t cry, this was supposed to make you feel better! I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

“No, Joonie, this is amazing. I can’t believe you’ve gone through all of this trouble for me. Is it ok if I sit down?”

“Of course! There are some drinks in the cooler next to the chair on the right”

You sat down and Namjoon followed soon after, emptying all of the contents of the picnic basket in front of you two (which happened to be Chinese takeaway. Namjoon looked up at you and laughed nervously.

“Sorry the food isn’t homemade, I tried to cook some noodles but they were awful”

“Trust me, Joonie, this is perfect.”

“I like it when you call me Joonie. It’s cute.”

You looked down to the floor, a wide grin spread across your face.

After you devoured your food, he handed you another drink.

“So, how did you find this place? It’s beautiful”

“I come here quite often to study, it’s really peaceful and it lets me think. It can be really boring though so I thought I’d share it with you. Anyway, I think it’s getting a bit late so do you want to head back home? I have one of my friend’s Mario games that I’ve been meaning to give back, but I’m sure he can wait one more night”

“That sounds great. This has been really amazing by the way, thank you so much”

You were so close to confessing to him, but due to your overwhelmingly low self-esteem, you still had doubts. You didn’t know if it was the right time as you were supposed to be on a date with another guy tonight.

You walked over to him and buried your face in his chest. He gently snaked his arms around your waist.

“Joonie?��

“Yes, (Y/N)?

“Can we do this more often?”

“I was just about to say the same thing”