#i mean even if they did die it wouldnt be an automatic No Watch but like. i need to emotionally prepare myself ya kno

[orcelito]

OK I've had my eye on the new Trigun anime since the first episode released bc I have a mutual who's been really into it since the start. Contemplating but wanting to see where it goes to see if it'd be worth watching. Suffice to say after seeing gifsets of episode 12, the matter has changed from an "if" to a "when"

Pretty inevitable, now

[ygio]

i just think it would be extremely funny if tkb treated it like the jokers scars thing.

like - the first time it happens, its not exactly on purpose.

tkb is freshly back, after getting that redemption he deserved, and is working through his relationships with the people who knew him as someone different, someone angrier and more cruel. theyre getting to know the real him now, and its going well, or at least well enough. its a start.

but then at one point malik offhandedly asks him about how he got those cuts on his face, and a part of tkb - probably the same part that deeply, profoundly fears vulnerability - finds himself rendered unable to answer such a personal question. so, in the split-second that takes him to open his mouth, his brain has processed this information and quickly came up with the solution for the problem, called Lie Like A Dog.

“i was fishing,” he says, completely straight faced. “in the nile. and a shark bit me.”

“youre fucking with me,” malik tells him, with the expression of someone who is clearly unsure if the other is actually fucking with him.

“no, seriously. i leaned into the water too far and it just swooped out of water and went for my face. it was very scary.”

malik snorts, unimpressed. “okay, youre definitely fucking with me.”

“well yeah of course i am,” tkb retorts, shit eating grin and all.

.

the next time, its with ryou bakura. he was careless and got badly cut while carving one of his figurines, and tkb is naturally there to help him out. he knows how to patch up wounds, after all - he did that to himself all the time.

“even the one on your face?” bakura asks.

“yeah,” tkb responds automatically, touching his cheek. “it was pretty bad, but i got lucky.”

bakura raises his eyebrows, a natural curiosity kicking in. “really? what happened?”

and tkb wants to tell him, he really does, but that knee-jerk reaction shows its face again, too ingrained in him to be ignored.

“well, it was lucky i had all the supplies on hand,” he says, bullshitting like he made a career of it (which, really, at one point he did). “i was having an affair with a seamstress, and her husband found out, came at me while she was sucking my dick. but there were all these needles and threads around, so i stole some and used them for stitches.”

“stop lying.” bakura tells him, not even a little bit amused.

“im not!” tkb goes back to messing with bakuras wound, a little too forcefully. bakura doesnt even wince as he continues, voice flat.

“you werent fucking a seamstress, youre gay.”

.

and then eventually, it becomes a thing. whenever someone asks (or if they dont ask, and tkb is feeling like messing with someone in particular), they get a new, different version of How He Got These Scars.

he fell down a pyramid.

made out with an ancient lawnmower.

its a tattoo, actually - one of those that get carved into your body, like what malik has but voluntary, and the symbol means Your Mom.

etc.

and eventually, he becomes more comfortable with these people in his life - actually comfortable, enough to consider them close. for the first time in three thousand years, first time since he was a terrified five year old, hiding as he watched everyone he loved die, he has something like a family. the thought is dizzying.

he could tell them, he thinks at some point, and the realization doesnt fill him with dread. he could share this piece of information with his friends the same way he could share anything else, and nothing would change, their treatment of him wouldnt change.

being known would not make him any less safe.

but even as he becomes aware of this, he still cant stop lying about this, can he? its way too funny to just tell the truth at this point. hes committed to the bit.

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

I have a slew of questions about our sweet collective baby pieces!Sasha (only if they're not spoilers and you don't mind answering!).

if Logan hasn't demolished the monarchy by then, will she be the future Lady Fitzroy when she grows up?

what does a gray mark mean for Sasha specifically? like, is she aro (a benevolent aro noble sounds kind of amazing) or did her mate die young?

also, more generally: do marks grow and change as the people do? like, would a baby whose mark was a handprint have it shaped like a baby's hand, or a baby-sized grown-up hand?

Logan chooses to not make any of the children his heir automatically when theyre first adopted or born because he wants to give them a choice! if one of them were to grow up and volunteer, only then would he do so. as for who is actually going to do that, that is spoilers so Watch Out :)

people who have soulmates at all are always born with black or white marks, even if theyre aro (see remile and dukeceit) being born with a gray mark means that sasha does not have a soulmate at all. people born with gray marks are typically aro, but not always.

while i personally dont really think of children quite that young having proper sexual or romantic orientations so i wouldnt quite say Sahs is aromantic, but she is going to be completely end-spec aro as she grows up

Marks are born a black, white, or gray shapeless splotch, and then generally fill out into their final proper shape either by the time they meet their soulmate if its on the early end, or by around age ten at the latest. Sasha's will never stop being a splotch, which is on the back of her left wrist

[gemini--emerald]

So i made a lore thing for us nHo so take this

Their nearly pitch black hair whipped around themself, the heat of the lava surrounding the large barren rock didnt even make him flinch anymore. When you live in whats basically Hell for almost your whole life you get used to it. The red glow of the Nether portal that would teleport him into another worlds overworld was almost blinding, it was way to bright for their liking, although; he supposes he wouldn't have found it any other way so its actually good he assumes. Well; if the “nHo” liked him that is. Xenon tried whispering reasurrences to himself on the way over here but the fact he could only speak Galactic did nothing to help their nerves so they eventually gave up. Despite Silas telling him repeatedly that enough of the members knew Galactic or sign language to understand him and translate for the other members he still couldnt avoid the prick of doubt in his mind. The anxiety that they wouldnt take him for how he looked or acted or… the Other Thing. It was stupid he knew; Silas had said themself that they took in anyone and that a little bit of craziness was welcome. 

Neither knew how they other looked physically because of the fact that the ‘Watcher’ comm, as Silas called it, didnt allow pictures or anything of the sort but despite that the supposed Ender Hybrid seemed excited to meet him; at least, Xenon thinks so from the messages they sent him. Xenon has never really met anyone else besides family and the souls of the Taken and wasnt good with social cues. He really hoped that would change and that hed learn how to socialize somewhat well despite what could probably be considered a verbal disability. 

He exhaled, “Guess I better get this over with huh,” he said to no one but the strangely empty air. He picked up the Netherite filled bag with ease, having done so so many times and walked towards the portal. Turning around and looking out into the dull red fog for the last time for a long time he whispered, “Goodbye, hope to see you soon.”

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When he opened his eyes again he was met with the blinding green of, what he was pretty sure, jungle grass...Along with Crimson Nylium?? What was that doing here?! Opting to ignore that for the time being, he noticed they were in a large clearing surrounded by jungle trees, some of them having branches cut off and with large smiley faces with the mouth too wide and the eyes X-ed out. Huh.

“HEY!!” His eyes snapped to his left and up into one eye of bright red, not unlike the portals, and one purple one, like an enderman’s. He took in how they looked, the bright colors of their rainbow hair starting at red on the top and going down to purple at the nape of their neck, the right side of their face covered in enderman scales. They seemed to be about 2 inches taller than him, that didnt happen often, although they are part enderman so he supposes it makes since. Oh shit, he’s been staring hasnt he? It took him a moment to process what they said before and that they had said it in Galactic so he said back, “I can understand English you know; I just cant speak it” They looked surprised for a second, then broke out into a grin. “Guys its him!!”

Suddenly, what seemed like a tad over 10 people started jumping down the trees, some using the vines to help them and… some of the vines helping them itself? Whatever, not the weirdest thing ever. They decided to count heads as this was happening and it seemed like there were 11 people, not counting Silas and himself.

As the swarm of 11 people came into view better he started to notice more and more details about them. Like how one seemingly hovered above the ground, and one was about the same height of Silas, was also floating, had horns and really liked orange. Three more flew around the clearing; one with wings of purple and pink feathers, another with what looked like phantom wings, and a white somewhat-humanoid wolf/avian hybrid. 

One short person stood way back in the shadows for a moment before starting to walk. He started walking and grinned when he caught Xenon staring...and then the shadows bent around him almost like inviting them to see him without all the shadows. Well that was new. Silas followed his gaze and piped up, thankfully in english this time. “I see you’ve found Zero, he has a symbiote that bends the shadows.” 

Ooookayyy... taking that into account Xenon looks back to the rest of the people; one taller girl, still shorter than him however, was in full blue, even blue hair and jogging next to her was some sort of robot with a red cape covering up where their left arm would be. Three more girls were the last in the group and from what could be mistaken as a trick of the light, but he knew it wasnt, was glitches swirling around one with short hair in a lab coat. The next was the same height as her and had a pink coat and flowers in her hair; the last one was shorter than the previous two and was wearing elyra with a plain t-shirt and jeans and had rectangle glasses.

Once all of them finally reached the portal they automatically made a semi-circle around them, besides Bon, who stayed to the left of him; the rest were close enough to hear and talk, but far enough away so that they wouldnt touch him if he didnt want to. These people must be really accepting if they care enough to give him space. ‘That's… really nice of them,’ he thought. 

Before anyone could say anything however, he noticed everyone looking above him with smiles and smirks on their faces. Before he could even think of turning around, he was caught off-gaurd by a sudden force on the back of his head. Okay, so thats why theyre keeping a distance, bc they think he’ll fall and die, thats wonderful, he cant wait to tell them how wrong they are. However, right after that thought, he heard Silas yelling,  “Helix what the fuck?!” With the others laughing while watching him stumble with the added weight seemingly attached to his head.

He felt the weight attached to his head shift over to his right shoulder as Silas kept yelling and everyone else laughing to death on the Crimson ground… right that was still a thing. He felt someone sit down on his shoulder and looked towards them as best he could with his hair in the way. They seemed to notice this as they proceeded to move his hair and tuck it behind his shoulder; not knowing if they knew Galactic he hesitantly said a simple, “Hi?” and waved his hand. ‘Helix’ excitedly waved back and used sign language to ask what their name was. Xenon hesitantly looked to Silas and before he could ask, Zero piped up and said “Helix does have a mouth so they use sign language to communicate, by the way they asked what or name is.” Well he knew that; wherever Helix lived before this, their sign language was close to that of the Nether. 

Xenon looked back to Helix who was looking expectantly at him. Holding up his hands, trying not to jostle Helix too much, they quickly signed ‘X’ ‘E’ ‘N’ ‘O’ ‘N’ to them. After, Helix looked at the others in what he could only guess was awe as he felt them go almost limp on their shoulder, only holding on to his hair which was starting to hurt by how hard he was gripping it. Curious, Xenon looked to the others and saw awe and happiness in their eyes. Why? He wasnt sure, but after a moment he felt the death-grip on his hair release and a tap on the side of his head. 

Turning back to Helix he watched them sign ‘you can understand me’ Xenon signed back, ‘yes of course.’ Helix signed back ‘i understand most Galactic so you can talk.’ “Oh ok, well uh, can i put you down now?” Helix heard this quickly signed ‘sorry,’ and before Xenon could do anything, they jumped off his shoulder, thankfully landed easily and surprisingly graceful on the spiky, weird Nylium and went over to the tall brown haired guy in orange and started climbing up his leg, then arm, and all the way up until they were sitting on his head and between his horns. After that the blue haired girl looked up to him and excitedly exclaimed, “That explosion was so cool! Did you mean to do that?” Xenon had no clue what she was on about and meekly croaked out a “What?” She looked over to Silas for guidance, a non-galactic speaker then.

Silas merely looked at him and said, “so you didn’t mean to make that explosion?” He blankly stared at them and whispered “I had no idea that it would do that.” Silas then leaped into the air and pumped their fist. Looking down at the phantom hybrid they yelled “Told ya so, now you owe me 5 diamonds Alex!”  Xenon watched as Alex begrudgingly walked over to Silas and handed them the diamonds .

After introductions and more goofing around, and handing out the Netherite he would never forget the hours of mining that took them, Xenon was sure that he’d like it here, even with the bright green of the Jungle it was ganna turn red soon enough anyways. 

(i really hope this worked right, also i didnt edit it yet but i’ll do that later)

[fanguuuhhhrl]

Im kinda obsessed with I-Land right now. I love 23 boys and if possible i would like them all to debut but the elimination is in 30 minutes so im going to post my top 12 picks before it airs (kind of in order, kind of not, im biased, this is based on an unsure mixture of skill and personality, could change but most likely not):

1. Sunoo- BITCH!!! WTH!!! I JUST LOOK AT HIM AND MY SEROTONIN LEVELS BURST THROUGH THE ROOF!! He is a puppy!! He is amazing. If you didnt know anyone yet and you put all 23 boys in a line up. He will draw your attention with his sunshine smile :)))) he is so heartwarming. Most people be like "i have no filter" but they just be mean, but this guy is different, he literally has no ability to hide what he thinks but it never comes off as anything negative. He says "Me! I can do it!" but it's just endearing and never comes across as trying to show off. He says "there was a little bit of friction" and when the members look at himshocked, he looks at them shocked too.... theres no dull moment when he's in frame. It's so amazing how pure a person can be. But know that i am not just rooting for personality but for talent. his voice... His Voice!!! Vocally geonu and heeseung really slayed the butterfly performance but if you ask me, "save me" had a more emotional attack. His facial expression is just brimming of feelings. His voice is so raw. Also You know that part in save me where he transitions from head voice into chest voice really smooth??? You'll know what im saying if you see it. thats so fucking satisfying that i had to replay it so much. I definitely replayed the save me performance more times honeslty. And the way he dances!!! It might not be That refined yet but that's the charm... it's so raw and full of emotions... so like him. I can see myself stanning this group long term if he debuts with them.

2. Jungwon- tf i love this boy so much. his visuals already stood out to me when they were entering i-land, then his voice stood out to me in the first challenge... he did that hard ass choreography without any audible changes to his voice that i had to rewind that multiple times (more than the editor already did) then the moment i saw him dance the center in episode 4??? BOY???? BOY!!!! that was my breaking point... i can't believe im saying this about men but i already knew i would die for him... plus he is so sweet :((( his eyes are just so naturally cute but i was so shocked in the last challenge when he was able to pull off that fierce ass look.... i am devastated... im about the same age but my parental instincts are at work here. plus SPOILER ALERT to those who plan to watch he won first place in both the first and last challenge can everybody say jungwon ace

3. Geonu- my feelings for him are much like jungwon :((( except theres more parental instincts... and i say this despite being younger than him but whatever age is just a vibe... HE IS SO LIDDOL :((( i want to be his mom :(( at first, personality wise, it's hard to notice him bc he's a little calm and laidback... but its the little things that draw you to him :((( his glasses and hoodies just seem a little bit big on him and that just makes me smile for some reason... he cries silently when people are sent to the ground and he gets along well with the people... i noticed him first together with jungwon in the first i land challenge because they had the most stable performance. but i've never been more attached to him than when he sang butterfly (favorite bts song anyone??)... i honestly thought they could debut then and there and i wouldnt bat an eye... also it's so funny that the one thing i identified him with during the early episodes was the fact that whenever the camera pans to him, he just has the dead eye stare and parted lips (think: pokerface but confused) especially with the huge ass glasses but in the end the poker face thing that stuck to me became the thing that worked against him i cri

4. Jay- hold on folks this is going to be a long one. Jay has such a powerful personality that at first made me hesitant about liking him... idk he just seemed like the guy i would not vibe with in real life, but the longer time passed, the more he became one of my favorites and i root for him now like crazy. at first it was funny when they kept rejecting him for the vocal parts, but the more it went on, i was so sure that if it was me, i would have cried and dropped then and there, but it was so amazing watching him push through that and he didnt even lie about how he felt. his unique determination is such a breath of fresh air, a little heartwarming and oh so inspiring. i honestly learned a lot from just watching him. the time he went to the ground was so crucial to his development as a person, leader and performer. it was so mindblowing when he became the leader at the ground and even adapted heeseung's teaching methods. you know that meme "improvise, adapt, overcome?" he is the exact personification of that. what i loved about him the most is that even with his steely determination, he didnt enforce or project that on the other grounders, he just shared it with them. he understands when they need rest, encouragement or massages. he was such a caring leader. Skill wise- i can't say anything. He already proved himself so many times. Great dancer and potential vocalist. The mnet specials also show how much sweeter he is than the show shows him to be. He takes care of everyone, and has more of mother duck than street gang vibes (and he knows how to cook!!). And at the end, while he seems to be mostly self- oriented about debuting, he ends up spending most of his time teaching others and helping them improve. I just love him. Debut Jay 2k20!!!

5. Sunghoon- tf this guy is so cool and laidback that i didnt even pay much attention to him during the early parts but he just keeps crawling into my heart because so many members love him so damn much??? and he just goes along with them?? they want me to do triple axel while average people can't even do a single axel on a trampoline?? ok imma give them a double axel tho. jake is challenging me to arm flexing? yeah why not? k wants me to dance?? yeah lemme just spin 50 times. jay wants to shower together?? weird but im not strongly against the idea. ej wants to scare people? count me in. someone needs a hand to hold?? ok here's my warm hand to the rescue... everyone just wants to be his friend that he birthed my favorite sunoo scene "im cuter than him [jake]" and he was just like "yeah ok i guess so" sksjsk sunoo is that how you ask someone to be your friend jshdk??? and can i just say? as a figure skating fan, he has automatic +52536 points... and when the judges said he's the most natural performer out of them??? i vibed with that hard.. he dances well so naturally and he takes your attention without even seeming like he's trying to. that dance performance with k and jungwon?? i thought at first that his energy wouldnt catch up but damn boy my eyes were just trackingnhim the entire time unintentionallu that i had to rewind and he was just as great as all of them... with the additional benefit of being a stunt boy!! and though it might seem effortless, we saw that he practiced so hard for it. overall a 100/100 boy with a naturally charismatic personality that bleeds into his performance... as a fellow 02 liner i would also like to apply as his bestfriend thank you

6. Heesung- what can i say except he's a perfect boy ok thats it why are you still reading... jk... ok lets talk about him... skill wise?? I cried during the butterfly performance. i marvel at his vocal stability. his voice is so crystal clear. his dancing is so clean. his skills are superb but most of all, theyre already so refined. there's nothing more i could ask for. personaloty wise... i also have a lot to say... despite his celebrity status, it's awesome how he can make the other trainees comfortable with him. he's kind and soft and lovely.

but because i am me, i have to overanalyze people so idk skip this if you dont like that. for someone who's experienced being an academic achiever... i sure do vibe with his personality a lot... you know when there's a group activity and you're so sure you can lead it well but you don't want to? half because you dont want to come off as a show off and half bc you genuinely still have self-doubts, and you're scared of falling short of expectations. Also, you feel that if it all fails, you'll be responsible so you have to feel that everyone approves you before you can take leadership and show your entire thing. And the moment you feel validated and take the reins, you start unconsciously projecting your perfectionist attitude on people??? yeah... i love that despite being an almost perfect person he still has issues most people can find relatable and that, in addition to the talent makes me want to root from him. (im also going to take a stab and guess that his mbti is probs ixxp) i'll be honest tho, because its like 100 percent sure now that he'll debut, im not super attached to him??? i love him tho but he's just not in any danger so i can just let my support for him chill. i think amidst this, bc most of the trainees depend a lot on him, i mostly hope for him to take care of his mental health

7. Daniel- awww danielll... i went into i-land not knowing anyone's ages so i had a brief whiplash feeling when someone said daniel is 15... it's because he's so emotionally mature?? like he's such a supportive and caring person that it barely struck me the that he might be the youngest?? he already caught my attention when they performed "any song" bc they just seemed like they were having fun and doing their best without the pressure of whether they would win ir not, and for me that attitude is something you'd see from more experienced performers. and during the second ep when he just felt the need to comfort everyone bc he's got such a high score?? i loved that an i was so bummed out when they eliminated him. the save me performance was definitely a cherry on top that i just had to love him more than i already do... he may be young but he's as ready to debut as everyone else.

8. Jake- jake is just one of the people who showcased so much growth between ep 1 and ep 2. he already had the right attitude when they performed crown and he just had to improve skills and stage presence, and improved he did. despite being one of the trainees with the shortest training time, he was the one teaching the others by the end it just supports my theory that he might have been an ace as well if he just had the same amount of training as everyone else. im also truly in love with his mischievous antics. he seemed like an introvert to me at first but he came out of his shell and i love that. also i just crave more moments of him and sunghoon's friendship (they both seemed like introverts who found someone they could be extroverts with in each other) i am 👌this close to storming i land and demand that they let me join their merry little band of 2002 children

9. Niki- dance skills= 100 he's just so good it's unreal... it's insane... everytime he's on screen i hear boss musicand i cant even imagine him being younger than anyone, let alone taki. i get why some people dislike him but honestly i think it's just because they don't see him as a child... but he is. i was honestly a bit mad for him when they kept guilt tripping him into leading all of them, and i understood his tjought process when he thought he just kept failing everyone and when he thought things just kept backfiring on him. he is held on such a high pedestal and i dont think he deserves that kind of burden. as for me, it would just be a waste of talent to let him go. his attitude could still improve, as we'd seen when he eventually volunteered to help everyone. i also felt bad when he said that he's scared he might not be voted bc some people dont base on skills and i love him and i just want him to kmow that he's loved

10. Taki- what the hell can i even say?? he's the kindest softest boy ever. he tries to see the good in people and is very hardworking... he listens to people well and actually follow them, so he improves a lot... he knows people think he's cute and he tries and tries and tries to look fierce if the song calls for it... he is amazing

11. K- i really can't say anything, he really stands out during performances. also very pro at dancing. his choreography??? *chef's kiss* and i think the younger trainees depend a lot on him, besides heesung and so he's good at keeping the team together.

12. EJ- im really hesitant about the last person to be the twelfth i lander because it could almost be anyone and i wouldnt be too bummed out bc theyre almost all equally talented... the thing with ej tho is he already gets along well with the i landers and has harmony with other members. (plus see above: im a sucker for the 2002 line) i think its a tiny bit unfair to base it on this bc the others didnt even get a chance to show what they can bring to the group so im torn.

bonus: i wouldnt feel too bad if it were jaebeom (he has great voice, the producers think he's not too stand out bc he's weak at dance, but the i land is already so full of people whose expertise is dancing, so i think there should be someone who's specialty is singing), kyungmin (i really appreciated how hard he worked during the last test and it actually paid off, i honestly noticed him there even if he was always at the back. i also loved his determination and i was so touched when he and jaebeom were talking and he said "there's really nothing to do but believe in the impossible right?" it's just that the i landers were already ahead of him in terms of skills so he failed the votings) and hanbin (i've watched his cover videos and he's really good at dancing and stage projection. like i was honestly wondering why it wasnt showing in the performances :((( and he hadnt even had too much screentime to actually See what he's capable of.

[cheddar-the-dog]

b99 the podcast episode 5:

ain‘t no heist like a halloween heist

@jake-and-ames and I have summarized what we think are the highlights of the fifth episode of the brooklyn nine-nine podcast. maybe those of you who can’t listen to the podcast for whatever reason can profit from it a bit

under the cut as usual

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Part 1 with Melissa Fumero, David Phillips, Cortney Carrillo

they expected the heist episode to be a one-off thing but the reception was so good they decided to do more of these episodes

inspiration were Halloween episodes of different shows

eventually it was a given that there‘ll be a heist episode

there is a video of Mel geeking out because she‘s on a harness going through the ceiling in S1 like in Mission Impossible

there’s generally a lot of MI elements

the Halloween episodes are especially long shoots

shooting the Handmaiden scene in S5 took so long that Mel started texting with a friend and they did astrology charts of people and analyzed them together

initially in the 3rd halloween heist the woman opening the door on the 16th floor was supposed to be Kylie but the writers didnt feel it was right so they changed it

they didnt plan Terry hating heists to use that as a tactic later on but they realized in S5 that they could use it in S6

roman numerals are used for many things in the writer‘s room but they only stuck for the heist episodes

for one of the heists (sorry I didn’t catch which one) they tried emulating the Ocean‘s 11 score

when Holt explains the whole flutist thing there is a flute playing in the background

there’s a “Babysitter’s Club” theme when Amy and Rosa team up and there’s a few instances when Mel and Steph tried sneaking in the theme song

HalloVeen: the cold open is Mel‘s favorite

‘you’re being so mean do it harder’ was an alt-line and thats how that bit became a thing

the Jake/Amy dynamic in HalloVeen is a throwback to early Jake/Amy dynamics

Andy ripping Andre’s shirt open and vice versa was done in one take

where does Bill come from? the writers felt like they wrote themselves into a hole with Bill because they worried it wouldnt be funny or they wouldnt find an actor who could make it work

but they saw the actor for Bill walk into the audition room and they knew it would work with him, and he can imitate Joe very well

there were theories about next heist winners: Kevin or Cheddar

SPOILER: Scully‘s medical probems will be explored a bit more in S7

there weren’t a lot of people in the room when the proposal was filmed but a lot of production people came down before the filming, including Dan Goor - it made Mel realize that it‘s a meaningful moment and she says she wont forget how she felt

Andy came up with the “I love how you pretend to love Die Hard” line

they mention Andy‘s heart eyes and they talk about them and that one panel, when a girl in the audience asked him to look at her like that and she burst into tears immediately after

everyone loves how in the wedding what made Jake cry is Amy saying “your butt is the bomb“ and how he responded with “you’re my dream girl”

“Kevin and Holt should get their vows renewed” - MEJ

Part 2 with Alexis Jacks, Chris Call, Walter Eckert

property master is in charge of everything an actor touches and interacts with (watches, phones, computers, glasses, jewelry etc) not interior design in itself though

art director: overlooks the look of the show (sets, costumes, paint, architecture, design) makes sure it all gets done

set dressing and constructing: build sets and dresses it (sofas, tables, carpet etc)

costume department: 10 people (shoppers, continuity supervisors, fittings and dressers)

the characters have closets so the costumes can be reworn and give the characters and the show a “normal people” vibe

stuff gets changed mid-week and in the beginning people had to change a lot of things or scrap everything they compiled so far and start over so now they make drafts first because they expect changes mid-week before they start

if there’s bigger things that are needed the departments get a heads-up, also for calculations and adjustments

the B99-seamstress (they call her Monina so I’m assuming it’s Monina Arellano) is very low-key but a fast and impeccable worker and “a master” at what she does. she came to B99 after Parks ended

The Bullpen is a standing set (meaning it’s there the full year)

Shaw’s bar is a stage over but it gets taken down and sent away each season because they use that stage for different sets

The builders can construct and deconstruct stages in less than a day

a lot of props are get ordered online but many things are built from scratch

The cake in the cake shop was a prototype constructed of the Die Hard DVD Boxset (it comes in a Nakatomi tower) covered in fondant and a figurine scaling down on a string of licorice

the actual cake was never fully constructed, they built the shell of the broken tower in pieces, and laid them on the floor and then stuffed them with real cake

Gina’s statue was made of hard density foam and then spray painted

Cinco de Mayo Terry was spray painted and the clothing was color matched

Cummerbund: they created 2 belts with different inscriptions for HalloVeen

The belt in 6 was remade because they couldn’t find the original anymore

Terry wears suspenders because they wanted him to have a retro detective look and no jackets to show off his physique

Jake’s jeans are more often than not Andy’s own jeans

Holt wears either his uniform or navy suits to echo his work uniform

Rosa can run in her heeled boots but the show is not always accurate to actual work life and a real life detective would most likely not wear heeled boots to work

“Boyle is a Boyle” with tones of beige, butter and brown. the whole family wears it, even Nikolaj

Amy wore pant suits and now her uniform which is, like in reality, ill-fitting and when she’s out of work, Costumes try to put her in very casual clothing

the utility belts are super heavy so now it’s just foam and rubber. and there are belt keepers that snap the utility belt to the belt of your pants because otherwise you would have to strap it so tight that you cant move or it would pull all your clothing down with it (it carries a gun magazine, a baton, handcuffs, belt keepers, pepper spray, the Walkie-Talkie [case], a gloves pouch, taser etc)

the NYPD tasers are yellow but props went with black ones

props handle all real and fake weapons as long as they’re not automatic ones. then they’d have to bring in an Armor, a certified fire-arms specialist

they never used a real gun so far but air soft guns are used as the guns while shooting and gun shots are added in post

Props is also responsible for animals

there was a time when Props could go to a pet store and rent a hamster, shoot with it and bring it back now there’s an animal trainer for any animal you can think of

animal trainers have headshots of their animals as well and someone has to look at them and choose which animals they want to cast

[john-seed-please]

Turning back

It was all such a blur, I heard a bang and the next think I know the car is submerged in water. Water was all around me, before I swam out the window I turned to check on Marshal, he might have needed help but he was already gone. He must have swam out or jumped out. I definitely wasnt unconscious at any point, when did he go?

I swam up to the surface, looking around I see nothing, it's dark, I'm dizzy, I just swim too land. I drag myself across the dirt and roll onto my back, looking up and at the sky, panting, coughing, trying to gather myself. I can hear talking in the distance but my ears are ringing I can't make out the sound. How did this happen? This is not some simple routine arrest. I don't understand how we all split like this, what happened to watch my back and I'll watch yours. This doesn't seem real, I just lay staring up at the sky, as I start to catch my breathe, I slowly formulate a plan. I'm going to go back to Joseph's compound, because oddly enough, I think that's my safest and best option. I will hide until the members start leaving. Too avoid violence I want to if possibly speak to the Seeds with as least of the members around. But will they listen? Will they let me go? Will they kill me? I have so many questions and as someone who is on the team of people meant to arrest this guy, I sure know a whole lot of nothing. I was briefed on the plane for god sake. This is either way big of an operation that the FBI had known, or they were just so blinded by ambition that they wanted to arrest him now anyway.

Despite only seeing Joseph for such a small amount of time, his words are all I hear in my head over and over. He said he knew this would happen, and he knew we wouldn't succeed in taking him. When we crashed and he faced his members, his said now it has begun.

I try to stand, looking around, finding my bearings. I can make out the silhouette of the bridge and the part that the car crashed off, luckily it seems I am still on the same island as Joseph's compound, and whatever end I'm at, I'm assuming Joseph is at the other. As long as a stick to this shoreline, I should if I remember right from when we were in the sky, end up at the compound. I just need to stay on the left side facing away from the bridge.

I walk slowly, knowing that I'm too wait until most the members have dispersed. It gives me time to compose myself, thinking what I will say. The thought had crossed my mind that what if the Seeds have left the compound already? I'm hoping those chances are low, because if none of them are there, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe if I let a member just kill me I'll wake up from this mess.

The outline of the church becomes clearer as I get closer, I'm still walking slow and trying to keep low. As I approach the back of the building I can hear muffled talking but it's not clear who is talking or what's being said. I slowly creep round the side, looking around for any signs of just anyone. The paths are clear, there is no one in site, I just hope when I swing open these doors that atleast it's the Seeds or Joseph. I stand at the door for what seems like forever, my body is shaking from the cold and damp clothes, I'm muddy, I have grazes all over. Well here goes nothing.

I stand awkwardly for a second, I decided that I should knock, to show that I'm not going to be aggressive. If I just slam open the doors theres a chance I'll just be shot, I want to die atleast knowing what the hell is going on.

"Come in" I hear faintly from inside

I swing open the doors, they creak loudly, I swear they didn't make such a loud noise earlier. I look down the aisle and see a little pop up table with each of the Seeds gathered round, looking at papers in front of them. I step into the building and make my way too them. They all turn and face me, Joseph stands

"Faith, find a blanket" he says. Which made me stop dead in my tracks. Quickly Faith comes to be with a blanket, she wraps it over my shoulders and leads me too a chair at the front. I go along with it, finding comfort in the blanket wrapped around me. I breathe in deeply and then out "We shouldn't have come, we had no information, coming too arrest you was like asking a baby to run without teaching it to walk. I have no idea what is going on. And you all will probably be the only people who can tell me, seeing as everyone I came here with aren't around" I say, fiddling with the corner of the blanket

"You did what you were meant to do" Joseph responds

"But what does that even mean!?"

"It means there was no other way this could have gone, if not you, then someone else. Some things need to happen, even if we don't want them too"

I rub my eyes, completely unable to process what Joseph just said to me, for someone who knew they'd be arrested, they're are so calm, but of course they also knew that we wouldnt be successful with the arrest. I don't understand any of this and I don't care right now.

I lift my head looking to the Seeds, all of them looking back at me. My stomache is in knots, I'm at a loss for words, and all my brain is managing to think is "They gave me a blanket!?"

So, does this mean they're not going to kill me?

I stand and look at Joseph "How did you know this would happen" I ask firmly

"Child, rest tonight, and I will tell you everything soon. After that, you can decide what too do" As he says that he reaches for my hand, giving them a slight squeeze before letting go.

"Will one of you take the Deputy for tonight, make sure she gets a change of clothes, a hot meal and a bed to sleep in" Joseph asks his siblings as he turns. There's barely a few seconds silence before one of the brothers speak up "I have plenty of room at my ranch, I know Jacob is busy has his Judges, and Faith, Her Angels. It might startle the Deputy"

"Very well, John, Thank you, take her to your ranch, bring her back tommorow evening. Deputy rest well"

Before I knew it I was being led back out and in a car with John. Oddly, the drive was not awkward, throughout he constantly is asking me if the heating is okay, how am I feeling. Towards the end of the journey he asked about me, my name, my home, and maybe it wasn't a smart move, but I didn't care, I told him. Though when I ask questions of him, he didn't say much, he only answered questions related to his daily life, when I asked about family he didn't answer much, when I spoke of work and hobbies his eyes lit up. I learnt he very much loves to fly planes, specially his plane called "Affirmation".

Upon arriving at his home I noticed that for something referred too as a ranch, it has rather elegant designs and decor. It was more of a very large cabin, which may I add was beautiful. His gardens, perfectly managed with beautiful flowers and a perfect lawn.

He sat me down on a sofa/couch in front of his fireplace, with the biggest and fluffiest blanket I'd ever seen. He disappeared into his kitchen saying he'll quickly get something together, yet when he returned, he brought a hearty meal. He had two plates, he handed me one.

"I hope you don't mind, can I sit with you?" He asked me

"Of course, you don't need to ask, this is your home. Thank you for this meal, and thank you for the hospitality, I appreciate, I know I'm just a stranger, so it must be difficult" I respond

"You're very welcome, but honestly, I don't feel entirely like we are strangers" He smiled

It's true, though the car ride wasn't overly long, I felt like we did get too know each other a fair bit, and for the most part he was very open, and very easy to talk too. Despite the meaning behind my visiting the compound, the Seeds are somehow welcoming.

_________

It has been a few months since I arrived, I never thought I'd stay. After my meeting with Joseph I found a lot of answers, and even though I wasn't entirely on board, he still was very kind and understanding to me.

I ended up staying with John, it wasn't a conscious decision, it just sort of happened. He slowly began to tell me more of his life, and was very interested in learning about mine, I've grown very fond of him and we've become close. I hadn't even noticed my feelings until one cold night, we just sat in front of the fire, not saying a word, under the same big blanket. He put his arm around me and pulled me into his chest. It felt right, I felt safe and comfortable. Something I thought I had felt before but turns out this was much stronger. We started to make cuddling my the fire a regular thing, and again it wasn't a decision, it just happened naturally. We started to fall asleep, and then we'd end up going to his bed, still wrapped in the blanket. Until I stopped sleeping in the spare room, I just automatically got into bed with him. During the day I helped him with tasks, I even helped Jacob and Faith. Johns Ranch became my home, and I grew to love him dearly.

_____

Request from the very lovely @millicent231-watt

I hope you like it, thank you for your patience!

[softlunars]

happy birthday, my prince! ♡

happy birthday to the sweetest baby boy! i couldn’t be prouder of hyunjin, and i couldn’t be happier being able to see him grow as a person and an artist. may 19 treat you with the kindness and sincerity that you deserve. happy 19th birthday hyunjin!!! also kinda consider this a pick-me-up after that woojin imagine i just posted uwuwuwu

you

were prepared

this day, this moment, is the sole thing you were born for

your purpose

march 20th was the day you pulled out all stops and made ur boy’s, hwang hyunjin’s, birthday the best it could possibly ever be

maybe you’ve been planning this for the past like. 3 weeks BUT THAT’S BESIDE THE POINT!!!!

you’re gonna make your baby boy’s 19th birthday one to REMEMBER!!!! (; ･`д･´)​

so the plan was to:

a.) get one of the Boiz to take hyunjin out until around 4:00 and keep him busy as the Preparation started

b.) enlist the other Boiz to help you decorate the dorm and Go All Out

and c.) almost give hyunjin a heart attack with the surprise party

it was the Perfect Plan  (*°▽°*)

it would’ve been more perfect if half of skz hadn’t COMPLAINED ABOUT THEIR PARTICIPATION THAT THEY DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR

but they still participated cause you bribed them with shaved ice afterwards SKDHLSKJDLS

when the Fated Day came, you got ya boy bang chan to take hyunjin out for a leisurely stroll along Wherever The Heck Chan Would Bring Him and then the real deal commenced

the remaining 7 boys helped you set up, albeit very...... annoyingly

THEY WOULDNT STOP ARGUING SITXMGDIGBNJSL

felix: “hey seungmin should i put this streamer here or???”

seungmin: “a bat would have better sense of decoration than you do - STOP STAPLING THE STREAMER THERE D O N T P U T I T T H E R E”

so uh needless to say you basically took care of everything

changbin wasn’t allowed near the cake and tbh he almost had a whole temper tantrum because His Mistake Hasn’t Been Forgotten yet

felix, being held back by woojin as he yells at binnie: “I PAID FOR THAT CAKE YOU D O U C H E”

(´｡• ω •｡`) it was going swell  (´｡• ω •｡`)  for sure  (´｡• ω •｡`)

luckily though woojin got them all to stop arguing in his own Very Peaceful way (read: “if you don’t stop arguing you’re all sleeping on the streets for the next WEEK”) and some work was Finally Being Done

it was almost 4:00 by the time y’all got the whole dorm decorated and Ready for hyunjin and chan to return

you, screaming from your hiding spot underneath a table: “IF Y’ALL DON’T GET YOUR ASSES HIDDEN I WILL NOT HESITATE IN STRANGLING YOU”

i mean,,,, it worked

you checked your phone just before you heard the doorknob turn - 4:00

it was Go Time  (⇀‸↼‶)

the door opened and you immediately hear hyunjin go: “am i gonna die????” and chan replying with: “yah we made some deals with a few demons to steal your soul it’s no biggie”

so of course, you took that as your Opportunity To Reveal Your Creation

felix apparently did too he kinda just wanted to make hyunjin cry of fear before he cried of happiness cause the lights flicked on

AND YOU ALL JUMPED UP FROM YOUR HIDING SPOTS AND STARTED Y E L L I N G

poor baby hyunjin almost had three (3) hecking heart attacks

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU H A G”

woojin, smacking the back of minho’s head: “happy birthday hyunjin!!!!!  (￣ω￣)/ “

minho, holding back tears of pain: “.( ̵˃﹏˂̵ ) happy birthday,,,,,,, hyunjin,,,,,,,,,”

and you, being like,,,,,, the most extra person in existence, had a confetti popper and popped it before running up and almost toppling hyunjin over from charge-hugging him

“happy birthday hyunjinnie!!!!! ♡♡+.ﾟ(￫ε￩*)ﾟ+.ﾟ“

if hyunjin wasn’t crying from the consecutive heart attacks he endured, he sure was crying from your hugging attack and the heart eyes you gave him once you looked up at him

hyunjin, tears welling in his eyes: “i LOVE you,,,,,,,,,,,,,”

correct celebration methods were underway after the Surprise, and,,,,,,, well,,,,,,,,,, it was a mess

but what did you expect literally everything with these 9 crackheads is a mess

changbin was this close (this || close) to taking out all his pent up rage on everyone because he STILL wasn’t allowed near the cake,,,,, chan had to hold him back,,,,, there was slight fear involved and you lowkey (read: highkey) feared for your life,,, 

SMALL PEOPLE ARE SCARY!!! THEY HOLD THE DEVIL’S ANGER WITHIN!!!!

felix wouldn’t,,,,, stop doing his fortnite dance while you all sang happy birthday and you could’ve curb stomped him at one point in time

but!!!!!! regardless of the Mess that hyunjin’s birthday celebration turned out to be, you thought it was successful!!! hyunjin couldn’t stop smiling that One Smile that pushes his eyes into small crescents and he was really just,,, Glowing!!!!

it took a good 2 hours for everyone to calm down from their Heroin High or Whatever They Were On so once it was Calm Enough, you and hyunjin just kinda became One With The Couch

you were both exhausted but the smile that still graced hyunjin’s features made your exhaustion worth it

so ya know, you cuddled yourself into hyunjin’s side, smiling softly when his arm automatically wrapped around your shoulders

this moment in time kinda made everything from the past year you’ve spent with hyunjin and skz as a whole flood your brain

all the hardships you watched them go through, everything that you tried to help them with, all the late nights you spent watching them practice,,,,

and with hyunjin, all the times you’d listen to him vent out his frustrations over the phone, the times you sat in silence with his head in your lap while you combed your finger through his hair,,,,, all the soft and sweet moments you two have shared together and all the times he made you feel like the only person he’d ever love

(it was true tho, you were the only person he’d ever love)

it all made you look up at hyunjin and just smooch his cheek,,,, and the rest of his face

he was laughing by the end of it, and your heart just went,,,,,, Doki Doki Doki

you planted a final kiss on his lips and looked at him

god, you’d never get tired of looking at him

“happy birthday, jinnie”

and the soft smile that replaced his larger one, with the stars trapped in his eyes as he stared back at you with so much love you thought you’d suffocate,,,,,,,,

really melted your heart

and what made it even better?

hyunjin planting a kiss on your temple before intertwining his hand with yours and saying, just above a whisper

“you made this the best birthday ever. thank you, (y/n). i love you.”

and you loved him back, more than he’d ever know.

[missjackil]

My 14x20 Season Finale Opinion

Moriah

This was absolutely AMAZING!! It ranks in there with the Season 4 and 5 finales with me! Definitely one of the best!! I came away from 14x19 saying “ooooh my boys done fucked the fuck up!” and came away from this with “OMG MY BOYS REAAAALLLYYY FUCKED THE FUCK UP!!!!”  So without further ado, let's get to it.

Absolutely nothing I predicted to happen happened. Even with clues given from trailers, sneak peeks and spoiler shots, which is fantastic, because that means they can still surprise me, have not gotten too predictable, and the writing is STILL top notch!

I was completely and pleasantly thrown by the segment where no one could lie. This is the first finale that had a good strong dose of comedy, where it would seem to not fit but was so well done it was great! It was reminiscent of Lebanon which started off very light and humorous and quickly changed to deeply dramatic. Since the beginning, one of my favorite things about this show is its ability to take me through so many different emotions in just one episode.

We start off with a very angry Jack. Sam Dean and Cas looking on in terror as he emerges from the smoke. Sam, though a little terrified, actually shows a little relief that Jack made his way out. .Now Dean and Cas have at it, because Dean wants Jack dead and Cas does not. Which solidifies that this, season 14, is the first season in 10 years that had absolutely 0 Destiel moments (Thank you Dabb!!) not a welcome back hug, no “sex eyes” no stupid mixx tape... nada zip nothing :)  so while so many of you have bitched since Dabb took over in S12, that he's breaking down the brothers’ co-dependency and is a Destiel stan, he has proven both accusations wrong by a long shot. 

Now let's move on to the story.  Jack walks through town and hears everyone lying to each other. One of the first things we know he has learned is that lying is bad. He’s expressed this a few times that he is uncomfortable with it, now even without a soul, he doesn’t like it, so he orders everyone to stop lying, simply by shouting it. I knew this was going to be fun. 

Sam and Dean go to a facial recognition company to try to find Jack. Right away I notice that the sign says “Mirror Universe” and they hold the shot for a moment, making me wonder if this is something I might want to remember later. Not unlike in Lebanon when the boys walked up to the pawn shop and their reflections appeared over the sign “Precious Pawn”. Are these things a hint to something, like in 7x02 when Sam and Hallucifer/Dean got to the office building that was named “Morning Star Inc” (Lucifer is Latin for Morning Star)? Could just be a coincidence but Im going to put that on my “hmmmm” shelf. 

Right away Dean comments about the nerds and Sam says “Takes one to know one” and we know they can’t lie either. We learn Dean is not only a geek also, but watches Jeopardy every night, and Sam’s favorite singer is Selene Dion! This tickles me because I love learning new things about Sam, and my little wincest heart sighs at the thought of My Heart Will Go On, Because You Loved Me, and It’s All Coming Back to Me Now are songs maybe he thinks about Dean to?

On that note, I must include that my good friend @supernaturalnardog pointed out that in the early years, being made to tell the truth, led the brothers to say biting, resentful things about each other, and now it was just silly brother teasing. How much closer and trusting they have grown since those days 😍 

Meanwhile, we have Cas doing something that made no sense to me. After bitching at Sam and Dean about trying to contain Jack in the Malak box, he is now trying to get into Hell so he can see if he can put Jack in the cage?? Ummm sure yeah Cas, that's a much better choice.  Jack goes to find Kelly’s parents, and sadly, they don't like him anymore. They looked him up and no one heard of him, and Kelly’s peers believe she is dead. Grandmom believes Jack killed her. She screams at him and all we see are glowy eyes and STOP!! Ugggh did he just Mary Winchester another grandmom?? Back at the ranch, Chuck shows up agrees with Cas that Jack is a problem and they go meet up with Sam and Dean. Dean is automatically pissed and breaks Chuck’s guitar, the office is crazy with people telling the truth, so Chuck zaps them all back to the bunker to talk. Emotions rise from there...

Cas splits to go find Jack, Chuck talks to the boys makes them a gun that can kill anything, but the catch is, that whatever the gun does to someone else, it also does to the shooter. Dean takes the gun. 

After some monologuing between Cas and Jack, we go back to Dean in his room, filling a flask. Sam is looking for him, so Dean invites him in and asks him to have a seat. Here comes “the talk” that Sam must be all too familiar with now. Dean informs Sam that he’s going to kill Jack, and consequently kill himself as well. Looking for Sam’s approval, blessing, acceptance, or whatever, Sam isn’t having it this time. He admits he’s still angry with Jack and part of him still wants him dead too, but

 “Dean, we never even tried to save him!”  “He killed mom!” “He has no soul!” “And who’s fault is that?” I actually thought Dean was blaming Sam for a second, until Sam took the blame himself and Dean’s expression clearly showed that wasn’t what he was trying to say, he was trying to say it’s Jack’s fault he has no soul. 

Sam says it’s his own fault because he brought him back, and Jack burned his soul off saving both of their lives. So Sam tells Dean if he thinks hes going to give him permission to go kill Jack and himself, so he can lose them both all at once, then no... just no.... he’s lost too much already. Sam peaces out.

Sam meets up with Chuck and the meta here made me a little dizzy to be honest. Chuck reveals that Sam and Dean are his guys, of all the Sams and Deans in all the universes, they’re his favorite. They’re SO interesting. And now Sam manages to make me feel guilty about watching them over and over and even writing fic. I empathize with Chuck a little bit here because he “writes” them this way because they're his favorites. They’re the most amazing heroes ever, they save the world but to BE those heroes, they need to go through tragedy. Show of hands here how many of you Sam girl’s write or enjoy fics with hurt!sam? Or Dean girls who write/enjoy hurt!dean? Wouldnt it suck if the boys in your stories started yelling at you to stop it?? What a dark and crazy thought! And I empathized with Sam too, because of how much I love episodes like Red Meat because Sam is badass... but now hes kinda saying, “why did I have to suffer like that to show you Im a badass??” ya feel me fam?? 

Anyway. Sam gets very angry and then Chuck tells him Dean already left. Dean is at the cemetery about to shoot Jack with the special gun, and Sam doesn't want this, Jack is on his knees, telling Dean he understands and its ok. It flashed me back to the end of S10. Dean cant do it and drops the gun. Chuck is like “nooo pick it up this is the big Abraham sacrificing his only son on Moriah and Dean’s like “nope” and he doesn't even care if Chuck brings mom back in the trade. He’s done, Chuck can fekk off... Chuck’s like fine snaps his fingers and the lights all go out and Jack dies, Dean goes after Chuck and Chuck flings him hard. Sam is completely done, gets the gun and is like fekk all “Chuck dies, I die, Dean dies, the whole freakin universe dies... GAME OVER!” But (un)luckily Sam misfired. And dont @ me Sam and Dean both are crack shots, but they also miss pretty often. And Chuck, from what Ive seen between the show and the fandom said “If all you can do is bitch about the show? Welcome to The End” 

Now we are being shown all Sam and Deans hard work being undone. From the Lady in White in  1x01 to John Wayne Gayce’s ghost in Lebanon. All the demons rising and the graves spitting out their dead and ganging up on 2 pretty helpless Winchesters and a pretty useless angel. My boys done fUcKeD tHe FuCk UP!!!! Jack is in The Empty, he’s awake with The Entity and Billie... I cant even imagine where this is going. 

 Im fairly sure this storyline won't come to a close in a few episodes in the beginning of next season. Since its the final season (side eyes the haters who made sure of it by bitching and not just changing the damn channel like civilized humans would) it will probably be a season-long arc and have reconciliation between the boys and Chuck by the end. If we have learned anything from the past 14 years of this show, its that good intentions don't always turn out good, with love we can forgive some pretty bad shit, and unfortunately, we tend to hurt the ones we love most. 

Overall I think this was one of the best finales we’ve seen. I plan to write about and meta the crap out of what's gone on this whole season, because I think the season itself, aside from a few crapisodes, (which every season has) was by far one of the best!

So on a scale of Bloodlines to Lebanon, Im giving this a 9. Well done everyone... well done!!

[picturetoburnnn]

Seasonal Love | Calum Hood x Reader

Pairing - Calum Hood x reader

Word Count - 2k

Rating - PG

Note - this in no way at all reflects my views of Calum Hood, he is a pure angel and wouldnt do this, it is all purely fictional

He met you in the fall, and loved you in the winter. He strayed from you during spring, and left you under the summer sun.

~~~~

The autumn leaves falling brought you together in the first place. You had been merely sitting on the nearby bench, doing nothing but enjoying the calming quiet that blessed the cool air. His first look at you was from a distance, admiring how at peace you could be at a time such as this, the brisk air blowing red and brown leaves throughout the square. His first thought of you was from a distance, wondering how an angel such as yourself could find reason to grace the earth. The second time he saw you, he was closer. He didn’t dare say anything, not after staring at the ground the whole walk over. He sat carefully on the opposite end of your bench, stealing glances between the pages of a book and sips of coffee. The poor boy nearly lost his mind the first time he heard you speak.

“H-hi there. I’m Calum. Hood. C-Calum Hood.” His stuttering voice brought an amused smile to your face.

“Y/N. I’ve seen you around a couple times, right?” You held your hand out for a shake, and of course he couldn’t help but take a moment to just think about how right your hand fit in his.

The thought that you may have noticed him before made his heart do flips in his chest that any gymnast would’ve been proud of.

“Uhm, y-yeah. I walk around here just about every day.” He didn’t mention how this route was actually far out of his way, how he only came this way to maybe catch sight of you along the way.

A slight blush dusted both of your cheeks, neither knowing quite what to say.

“This… This may be a little forward, but do you wanna maybe hang out sometime? There’s a nice coffee shop a little ways down the road I know, maybe we could meet up and talk?” Calum looked at his hands while he spoke, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“That sounds really nice actually. I’d like that.”

The boy’s head popped up instantly, eyes lighting up at your agreement. “Really?”

“Yeah, definitely! Here, let me see your phone.” You stuck your hand out, palm up. He slowly drops his phone in your hand as you dig yours out of your back pocket, handing it over.

You quickly tap your number into his contacts, and he does the same. “So, I’ll see you later?” His voice rises at the end, undeniably hopeful.

“Definitely.”

~~~~

The cold winter brought you two closer, and he still looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. Many nights had been spent at one or the other’s place, curled together on a sofa with blankets up to your neck, watching a movie or the fireplace or the snow outside the window. The company couldn’t be better, and you both felt safe together. Christmas was approaching, and neither of you could wait. You set up the trees in both apartments, so that no matter where you ended up it would at least be festive.

The day finally arrived when you and Calum awoke to the early morning sun reflecting on white blankets.

“Good morning sweetheart,” he smiled sweetly, eyes closed against the sunshine.

You just groaned in response, pulling the blankets up to your face. “Five more minutes.”

He let out a small chuckle. “No baby, c’mon! It’s Christmas!”

You peeked your head out from under the covers, “And what a horrible boyfriend you are for waking me up so early on a holiday.” Before he could say anything, you darted back under the warm comforter.

The laughter resumed outside the cocoon of blankets you were surrounded by. “I apologize, but I think I am a great boyfriend, because I planned out the entire day. So get up so you can have the best Christmas of your life.”

Another groan sounded, but you conceded and unwrapped yourself from the covers. “I don’t know if this’ll be the best Christmas ever. When I was six I got the Lego set I’d been wanting for months - the only way to top that is a pony.”

A short kiss was pressed against your cheek. “You doubt my Christmas abilities.”

You stretched yourself out, splaying your limbs out across the bed. In the process, you may or may not have hit Calum in the face. A short whine alerted you to his indignance. You smirked at him, saying “Get out, I need to get changed.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he whined.

“That doesn’t mean you get to see it now!” You hit him with a pillow.

“Fine fine fine fine. I’ll be in the living room.” He kissed your cheek one more time before grabbing one of his shirts from the drawer and exiting the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

True to his word, it was an amazing day, and it definitely beat your Lego set Christmas. Filled with gifts from each other and wrapped in love, there wasn’t much that could possibly make the day better. That evening, you two were curled together on the sofa, his arm wrapped around your waist, your head on his chest.

“I love you, you know.”

You gave a small giggle. “I know. I love you too.”

He played idly with your fingers. “Move in with me.”

You drew your head up just slightly. “You mean it?”

“Of course,” he nodded.

“Okay,” you settled back down to your original position.

“Okay,” he repeated, kissing the back of your hand.

~~~~~

In late April, you knew something was going on. He wouldn’t be home until late, he left to hang out with the boys more and more often. He’d come home at a quarter to two in the morning, smelling like he had gone swimming in a pool of cheap alcohol. He’d climb into bed without saying a word, snoring loudly while you stared at the ceiling.

Tonight you had seen a lipstick stain on the collar of his shirt. And it wasn’t the color you wore.

Tears fell slowly as you faced the truth. He wasn’t yours anymore. He didn’t see you the way he used to.

In the morning, you woke up to another empty and cold bed. He wasn’t here, yet again. Making your way to the living room, you saw him on the couch fiddling on his phone. Not making a sound, you stepped behind him, throwing your arms around his neck. He jumped in surprise, immediately darting to put his phone away.

“Morning, baby,” you smiled into his neck.

“Jesus Y/N, can you not?” He was clearly not amused.

You backed off, standing straight. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly.

“Just leave me be.”

You frowned as he went back to his phone, now angling it away from you. Stepping around the couch, you made your way to stand in front of him.

“Cal, did I do something?”

He looked up at you questioningly. “How do you mean?”

You took a deep breath. “You’ve been blowing me off a lot lately. Not showing up for date night, coming home really late, and hardly touching me anymore? Did I do something to make you mad at me or something? You haven’t kissed me or held me or anything in the past two weeks. We’ve lived together for four months but I hardly see you anymore. What did I do? How can I fix it?”

He looked down, then back up, huffing. “It’s nothing. Just drop it Y/N.”

You scoffed. “Just drop it? Calum, you don’t come home until the early hours in the morning, and when you do you’re drunk off your ass and covered in cheap perfume. Am I just not good anymore?”

“Damn it, Y/N, I said drop it!” The growl in his voice was enough to make you take a step back. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”

“Then when is a good time to talk about it?” The challenge in your quiet tone was clear.

“How about not now,” he grunted, going back to his phone.

~~~~

It’s mid June and you know it’s ending. His behavior is worse and he hardly ever sees you anymore. You and him had been invited to one of Ashton’s parties, and of course you both went.

Problem was, you want to leave now and you can’t find Calum. It’s midnight, you have work in the morning, and so does Calum. Searching the small crowd, you spot a rather tall blonde face.

“Luke! Have you seen Calum?” Your call caught his attention, and he made his way to you.

“What did you say?” He put his hand to his ear, leaning down to you.

“Have you seen Cal? We gotta go.” He hesitates to answer, and you know something’s up. “What is it, Luke?”

“I saw him, he’s in the kitchen on the counter but he’s…” He trails off, not wanting to complete the thought.

“He’s what, Luke?” You automatically brace yourself for the worst.

“He’s with someone else.”

And just like that, your world comes crashing down. You’ve known he’s cheated, but to do it when you’re in the same building…

Without another word, you push past Luke, ignoring his calls for you to stop. You storm into the kitchen, and almost die where you stand.

Just as Luke said, Calum is sitting on the counter, but there’s a girl who’s not you standing between his legs, kissing him, and he’s kissing her back and all you know is that should be you, that should be you and it’s not you.

Luke comes up behind you. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You turn, looking down at the ground. “I’m going home. If he asks, just tell him I was tired.”

Luke nodded sadly. “I’m sorry,” he repeated.

“Why are you sorry? You’re not the one who’s making out with someone else right in front of your girlfriend.” Without another word you sidestep him, walking out the front door.

Sitting in your apartment, all alone, you contemplate your options. You could pretend it never happened, like you’ve been doing for the past three months. You could confront him, too. Yeah, you’ll do that.

Morning comes and you wake up to Calum making his side of the bed.

“I’m surprised you even came home,” you say sourly.

His head snaps up to you. “What did you say?”

You sigh angrily. “Cut the shit. I flat out saw you making out with another girl last night. Right in front of me Calum.” He drops his head, almost embarrassed. “I’m sick of this, Calum Hood. I can’t count how many times I’ve seen evidence of you with someone else, but to do it when I’m in the same fucking house is just showing you don’t even care anymore.”

“Maybe I don’t,” he mutters.

Your breath gets caught in your throat. “Excuse me?”

He looks you dead in the eyes. “Maybe I don’t care anymore. Did you hear it that time? I. Don’t. Love. You. Anymore.”

You will the tears not to fall, not to gather in your eyes. “Is that it then?”

He doesn’t reply, just continues staring at you.

“Get out.”

He doesn’t challenge you as he stands, gathering what small amount of things he has still in the room.

“I would say it’s been a pleasure, but it really hasn’t these last couple months,” he snaps, stepping out of the bedroom.

“Leave,” you growl, following him.

He shrugs, and steps out the front door. “I’ll send one of the boys for the rest of my stuff.”

You all but slam the door in his face. When you’re sure he’s gone, you slide to the floor, pulling your knees close to your chest. The tears you’ve been holding back are finally let loose. It’s not the first time Calum’s made you cry. He may not love you anymore, but you sure as hell still love him. Even after all he’s put you through, you still love him.

Although no one asked for this, I just felt like it heheheh

Taglist (dm me to be added because right now its literally one person)

@cxddlyash

[zeitgeistghoul]

“First Day”

Axel Cluney x Reader 

Warnings: Mentions of gore and violence 

(hello!! sry if this fic is total garbage and if Axel is OOC, i haven’t tried writing fics like this for a long time. just wanted to show my fav barf boy some love hehe)

Your first day as an honorary X-Force member was far from normal. Wade was beyond thrilled to have a new face on the team, even going as far to ensure you received the best training you could ask for. Your mutant ability made an interesting addition to the team. You had been born with abnormally sharp and long canine teeth, making dentist visits as a kid beyond horrifying Your dentist had put an unsuspecting finger in your mouth and you had nearly bit it clean off. He was fine after a multitude of stitches, but your mother was sure he stopped being a dentist after that. Wade had referred to you as “Toothy” and “Dracula” more times than you could count, Domino finally suggesting “Saber” as your superhero name. It had stuck, finally making you feel apart of the team.

Everyone was extremely kind and helpful, the other members frequently offering to train with you and assist you on missions. The only member you hadn’t worked with yet was “Zeitgeist” or Axel Cluney as you had come to know. He was definitely an intriguing individual, not to mention extremely intimidating. He was tall; his arms and shoulders decorated with...odd tattoos. The first day you met him was when Wade had first recruited you and brought you back to the X-Mansion and introduced you to the rest of the team. All the other X-Force members were making a fuss over you, excited to have a new face around and to act as your mentors. However, Axel was the only one who stood to the side and leaned against the door frame, observing you with a odd look on his face. You wanted to introduce yourself then, but the ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo peeking out from the front of his mesh tank top told you otherwise.

That had been a few months ago and you were officially done with your training today. You and him were acquainted, but never been on a mission together. Wade quickly noticed this and worked to immediately change that.

“(Your name), as an official member of the X-Force, today will be your first official mission.” he said, excitedly tugging your arm to get you to follow him into one of the many rooms in the house. An assortment of papers and folders were strewn across the table. Wade motioned for you to sit down with him as he began to explain your first mission.

“Nothing too crazy, just some asshole who’s disguising his corporate business as an underground human trafficking ring.” Wade said, sliding you a manilla folder. Upon opening the cover, you were met with a photo of the supposed man you were being sent after.

“He looks like he was born to do this.” you commented, noticing just how abnormally creepy this man was. Wade laughed at this and pointed to the address scrawled onto a post-it note on top of the picture.

“That’s your place.” he said. “It’s his warehouse about an two hours outside of the city. He should be there all day.” You nodded in understanding and stood up to go gather what you would need for the mission. Your weapons were kept mostly in the room they had assigned you, so you grabbed the dagger you kept under your bed. It probably wouldn’t be needed with your ability and all, but always a nice plan B. You went back downstairs and stopped halfway down when you saw who was standing with Wade. Axel was suited up for a mission, his bright green vomit-guard mask held in one hand. You hesitantly climbed down the rest of the stairs, already feeling apprehensive.

“As fuckin’ dandy as it would be to send you on this mission by yourself, I thought otherwise.” Wade said. “Barf boy here will be your babysitter-I mean partner.” Wade pushed the both of you towards the door to where your jet would be waiting. “Have fun, you crazy kids!” he called after the two of you. “And don’t even think about getting fresh with my student, ya fuckin’ clown!” The door slammed behind you guys. You awkwardly glanced at Axel, feeling embarrassment already beginning to bubble to the surface. He practically towered over you, his green eyes piercing into your own.

“Let’s go, then.” he said, making his way towards the jet. You stammered out in agreement, quickly following behind. You took a seat across from him and the jet’s door closed automatically as you sat down. It rumbled and shook as it shot into take-off, causing you to jerk backward as it did. Axel began to adjust his suit and pulled his mask over his mouth and eyes. You occasionally stole glances at him and watched his movements curiously. You felt awkward and wanted to discuss the mission, but you were afraid of being an annoying rookie who asked too many questions. He peered at you over his mask.

“Excited?” he called to you over the whir of the jet engine. You flashed him a small smile, your pointy teeth poking out as you did. He jokingly grinned back, his mask lifting with the movement of his smile. The two of you sat in silence until Axel stood up, the ramp of the jet lowering again, signalling it was time to go. Axel tossed you a parachute backpack and you attached it to yourself, adrenaline beginning to course through your veins as you approached the ramp.

“See you at the bottom!” Axel shouted, adjusting his parachute one last time and jumping off the ramp. You had made this jump numerous times on other missions, but you had never quite gotten used to it. You pulled goggles over your eyes and blinked furiously as if to snap yourself out of your fear. Your heart was practically forcing itself out of your chest as you took a deep breath and dove off the ramp. Wind whipped through your hair as you hurtled towards the open field coming into view below you. Axel was further down from you, simply a green spec from where you were in comparison. You saw his parachute burst from the pack attached to him and he began to float towards the field. You soon did the same thing, however not having much luck. The force of deploying your parachute jerked you to the right, sending you floating straight towards the woods near the field. You braced yourself for what was to come, half expecting you collide head first with it. To your dismay and embarrassment, your parachute became entangled with tree branches, leaving you dangling there like an idiot. Bright green leaves floated down from the impact you made, one sticking to your hair. You wracked your brain from how to get yourself out of this situation. Your mind instantly went to the dagger you brought, but it was in your belt, which was unreachable to how you were positioned. You also tried to unclip the pack from your chest, but it was ironically jammed.

“Axel..?” you pathetically called out, turning your head to see him walking towards you with his parachute trailing behind him. He unclipped it from himself, the parachute crumpling to the ground.

“How’s the weather up there?” he mocked, putting a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up at you. You scowled at his comment, desperately trying to reach for your dagger again.

“Don’t just stand there!” you yelled, squirming around. “My dagger is in my belt pocket.” Axel chuckled. You were beyond embarrassed. This was your first mission with Axel and you had already made a huge scene. The tree wasn’t tall enough for him to have to climb up that far up and cut you down, so he was able to reach inside your belt pocket and grab your dagger. Luckily, he was tall enough to do so. He struggled to cut the rope that held you captive, the dagger barely making a dent. What kind of parachute was this damn durable? It seemed unrealistic. It also didn’t help that you didn’t sharpen your dagger enough this morning.

“Hold on,” Axel said, slipping the dagger back into your belt and stepping back. “Don’t move.” He moved behind you and the tree shake, then you heard him cough. You immediately realized what he was about to do.

“Wait, what the fu-”, You barely got out the rest of your sentence before you crashed to the ground. You turned around to see the ropes and part of the tree’s branches were eroded away. Axel approached you, turning on his head to spit on the ground.

“You absolute, fucking asshole!” you shouted, checking your body for burns. “You could have killed me!” Axel grinned and held out a hand to help you up.

“I know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I just spit on it a little.” You begrudgingly took his hand and dusted yourself off. The noise the two of you had made had caught some attention, four men were sprinting towards you, most likely henchmen. The warehouse was at least a mile away from where you guys had landed, meaning they had seen you come in. This mission was already a disaster.

“We got company.” Axel yelled, immediately running towards the group of men approaching the two of you. He projectile vomited on the first guy that got too close and the man screeched in agony, stumbling backwards and colliding with the others. You kicked into fighting mode and launched yourself at a guy who now had Axel in a headlock. You sunk your fangs into his neck, ripping out his jugular and sending a geyser of blood shooting into the air. You and Axel picked off the men fairly quickly, your fighting styles syncing up faster than you anticipated. It wasn’t long before you were surrounding by the corpses of the henchmen, the two of you spattered with blood. Your mouth had a dribble of blood dripping from it, which you promptly wiped away. The two of you began making your way towards the warehouse, keeping your eyes peeled for any more surprise visitors. The warehouse was huge, guards placed at every entrance. You and Axel crept along the border, keeping low and close to the woods. You spotted an entrance towards the back that could be a way in and nudged Axel to show him.

“That’ll draw too much attention,” he said. “We should try to get to the roof.” He pointed to a ladder that was close to the entrance your pointed out earlier. “There.” he whispered. He sprinted towards the ladder, climbing up it quickly and throwing himself onto the roof as quietly as he could. He laid low and waved frantically for you to follow. You made a mad dash for the ladder but a guard spotted you and tried to cut you off. You bowled him over, not wasting any time to bite down on his cheek. You forced yourself to get up and scrambled up the ladder. Breathing heavily, you watched Axel pull open a hatch door towards the center of the roof. You crawled over to him and peered down the hatch. It led straight into the warehouse and gave you  a clear shot into saving the women most likely being held captive there. You watched a man in a suit inspect a frail, underfed woman. She was being forced to stand up by a guard pointing a gun to her back. Other women cowered in fear as they watched the man inspect all of them. You assumed the man in the suit was your guy. You needed to take him and the rest of his men out, then get the women to safety. You couldn’t help but notice just how many henchmen this guy had, they were literally everywhere. It was going to be tough, especially it just being the two of you. You needed to be strategic. Axel must have seen the worried look on your face because surprisingly, he placed his hand over yours.

“Everything ok?” he questioned, looking concerned. He quickly retracted his hand looking sheepish, as if he had done that without meaning to. You nodded.

“There’s a lot of enemies.” you observed. “I’m just anxious that’s all.” Axel cracked his knuckles.

“We’ll be just fine.” he responded. “Just follow my lead and try to think of it as another training session.” You couldn’t help but smile. Your anxiety began to loosen its grip on you, giving you the confidence you needed to focus.

“Let’s fucking go.” you said. You jumped down into the warehouse, the man in the suit yelling out in surprise and the captured women screamed. You tackled him to the ground, your jaw snapping towards his face as he tried to push your face away. Bullets began to rain down as the henchmen tried to take you out, forcing you to duck for safety. Axel followed just after you did, spilling vomit from his mouth as he landed directly onto a guard running below him. He dove for safety as well, the crates placed sporadically around the warehouse providing minimal cover. The women were being forced outside by the man in the suit as he frantically looked over his shoulder. Axel began throwing punches and unleashing streams of vomit onto enemy after enemy. You quickly joined his side and you two began taking out enemies twice as fast. He would spew acid onto the floor, forcing henchmen to slip and fall. They would either get horribly burned from the vomit or stunned enough to give you time to land a swift bite to the neck. The two of you moved unpredictably fast, the bullets being shot at you almost unnoticeable. The henchmen were taken out in minutes, leaving only the man in the suit trying to force the women he had been keeping hostage into a large truck outside. Axel dashed ahead of you, grabbing the man from the front seat and throwing him to the ground. He cowered in fear, holding his shaking hands over his face. Axel stepped back to let you do the honors.

“Please,” he begged. “I have a family.” You approached him slowly, rage building up inside of you. “Plea-,” the man wasn’t able to get another word out because you had already wrapped your jaw around his neck.

“Rot in hell.” you said, spitting his own blood back at him as he sputtered and clasped his hands over the open wound on his neck.

The ride home had a different feel to it than when the mission had first started, for obvious reasons of course. You were mentally and physically exhausted. You and Axel sat next to each other this time, you being so tired, you hardly noticed that your knee was touching his. He became tense when you rested your head against his, but eventually relaxed. The two of you sat like that until you arrived back at the mansion. The women rescued from the warehouse were brought to the local police station, successfully marking the end of the mission. Wade threw open the door and pulled you and Axel into a group hug, chattering excitedly about how proud of you he was. The rest of X-Force congratulated you and asked you two questions about the mission. You later excused yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone you didn’t recognize.You were an X-Force member now. You were supposed to kill, but it never got any easier. You turned on the sink faucet and splashed water onto your face, the water tinged pink as the blood swirled down the drain. You dried off and opened the door to rejoin the rest of the team. You nearly jumped when you saw Axel waiting for you outside the door.

“Hey.” he said, giving you a small smile. “How are you?” You ran your hand through your hair, feeling some dried blood near the ends. You needed a shower. You suddenly were very aware of your physical appearance.

“I’m alright,” you said, giving him a shrug. “Just not entirely used to the gore..and the vomit.” You instantly regretted that last part. Axel chuckled.

“Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” he said. “But you’re tough.” You smiled, suddenly a swelling feeling rising from your chest. Axel was standing closer than usual to you. You both stood in silence for a moment before you broke it.

“Thanks for being my babysitter today,” you said. “You’re quite the partner.” Axel laughed.

“Any time, I’m open to doing it again.” he said. You walked past him before he called after you. “(Your name),” You turned to look back at him. “We should grab a drink sometime.”

“This weekend,” you said. “You can pick me up.” Axel did his best to hide his smile as he watched you go join the others.

“You got it.”

[laughing-to-the-end-blog]

im bored so why not do this

Tagged by @knarf2043​

Rules: Answer the fifteen questions, and tag fifteen people.

1. Are you named after someone? My first name means “Faith“ in Swahili, but I feel thats extra lame compared to the story behind my middle name. My mother was born a blue baby (thats where the heart is deformed so that the deoxygenated blood can yeet from where its supposed to be and go right back into body circulation without yoinking more oxygen from the lungs), she was on life support, she still has the scars from where they put tubes in her upper torso/ armpit area. The doctors said that she probably wouldnt make it because her heart machine 🅱roke. My grandfather went to the nearest chapel and approached the altar on his knees, and basically swore to name my mother+ do a pilgrimage if the Virgin Mary saved my mother. Obviously, she did survive, so she was named Maria, and she gave me the middle name of Guadalupe because she is lowkey still religious and kinda scared that her heart is gonna give out. 2. When was the last time you 😢? Sunday! I tend to internalize 100% of actual serious thoughts plaguing me, and I have to dump that out sometime before I undergo another whole ass week of the same shit. I just have a really dumb brain that lies in wait for the worst possible scenarios and just never really shuts up, always thinking shit like “____ is going to finally tell you how much of an annoying shit you are“, “that car isnt going to stop just because youre crossing the street, youre literally going to get hit“, or even “uh oh, you fucking idiot, that was the wrong dialogue option“. That combined with being around people who deplete my whole ass social battery in .00005 milliseconds just wrecks my entire being 3. Do you have kids?

Nah. I do want a kid, though. In time. I’ll probably have to adopt, because I’m a coward and I literally cant imagine going through that pain. And you can’t pass out during it! That strikes me as the worst part,,,,your body refuses to lose consciousness during labor unless you like, hate the sight/thought of blood.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not anymore, I dont think. After the death of my aunt I was very cynical for a time, then I was like “fuck this” and just tried to stay horrifyingly exuberant.(I learned a few days ago that apparently this is a defense mechanism? )

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

This sounds extra wacky but when I first meet someone I pay a lot of attention to their eye movement. Eye movement can automatically tell me if they are either introverted or extroverted (if they are fairly transparent) or their general view on friends of a friend (if they happen to be a bit more closed off). All this lets me know who exactly I need to be around a person, or if I can just be me.

6. What’s your eye color?

A very dark brown. Maybe I just suck at seeing colors but to me they look only a few shades lighter than my pupils.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

As much as I love happy endings because they just generally make me soft, I have to say that I prefer scary movies. But, like, not just shitty gore. I like real thrillers, ones that make your skin crawl and keep you awake for hours in fear of the horrors you've just witnessed. Titles that come to mind are “SE7EN”, “Session 9”, “1408”, “Devil”, “The Mist”, “Silence of the Lambs”, and maybe even “Ghost Stories”. I should not have watched the mist at the age that I did, it made me absolutely terrified of spiders, when I see one I can automatically envision it crawling under my skin its so nasty

8. Any special talents?

lmao imagine having “talent”

this post was made by the no-talent gang

9. Where were you born?

In chicago, IL, around 169 years after its founding.

10. What are your hobbies?

uhhhhhhh reading, writing, playing chess, gaming, coloring in really nice coloring books, i took up origami for a long while, I also love taking really long walks in the bitter cold. Theres probably a shit ton more that have simply slipped my mind, I do a lot of shit to avoid an idle mind. Apathy will catch me lacking and literally ruin a whole ass week.

11. Do you have any pets?

Nope. too much work.

12. How tall are you?

Somewhere around 5′1.

13. What sports do you play/have you played?

Ive played soccer, basketball, lacrosse, tennis and martial arts.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science T-poses on all other subjects.

15. Dream job?

I’d love to be a Lab tech. Seems like fun, and I dont really have to interact with gruesome wounds or people I dont particularly enjoy. A lot of other fields honestly interest me, but I lack the mathematical prowess needed for them, so i guess ill die

[donghyxns]

Hunger Games! au | Park Woojin (3)

this is so so so long!!!!!!! beware of that lol

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

“then we talked about all the ways i could brutally murder you in order to get more sponsors”

that knocked the breath out of you

just a few hours ago he was kissing you, giving you the most protective glances and now he is revealing that he was just doing that to gain trust?

fuck

it actually worked tho

“park woojin, who do you think you ar-”

he cuts you off with a pat on the head, “i will see you tomorrow in training. sleep well.” he gives you a small peck on your cheek

what thE FRICK

you were confused

all you knew was that you fell hopelessly in love with park woojin in a short amount of time and all he wants to do is to murder you

the hunger games is royally fucked

the next day in the training arena was incredibly scary

chungha looked like she was literally going to murder you (which she was in a couple of days)

every time you looked in her general direction, she threw a knife and it always stuck in the left eye

one moment she threw the knife and looked directly at you

“this is going to be you in a couple of days and lover boy won’t be able to save you”

THAT SENT LITERAL SHIVERS DOWN YOUR SPINE

you looked over at woojin who just chuckled evilly

it was like they were working together???

you felt so alone and scared while practicing how to differ between poisonous berries and edible ones

“that berry is poisonous, you would be dead in a minute”

the somewhat deep, raspy voice from behind you shocked you

-

“what’s it called?” you ask the attractive boy

“night berry” he smiles up at you

jesus why are all the boys around you suddenly hot??

“you are ____ from district 11 right?”

“yeah” you nod your head looking up at him

“my name is hwang minhyun, i’m from district 4″ he gives you the cutest smile and wowza you felt yourself melt

he leans in closer with a mischevious smile gracing his lips

“dont look now, but your little lover boy looks to be mad at this interaction” minhyun leans back and smiles at you

he mouths ‘look now’ after a couple a second and when you do you feel your heart swell

woojin had narrowed his eyes over at the two of you and his neck was beginning to turn red

you look back at minhyun and the two of you share a good hearty laugh

you havent laughed since a day before the reaping

you and daehwi were hanging out and he slipped on the wooden floor in his house

causing him to fall and knock over this expensive vase (3 whole dollars,,, it was a lot in your district okay...)

the look of pure terror and shock on his face made you double over in laughter as he hurriedly swept it up

“thank you, minhyun” you smile at him and he gives you a confused look

“for what?”

you sigh, grabbing the rope next to you, “i haven’t laughed like that since the day before the reaping”

minhyun suddenly clapped his hand, startling you

“thats right! you volunteered for the daehwi kid, right?”

you nod your head

minhyun grabs your wrist, “that was a very brave thing to do. if that was me in that situation i wouldnt be able to do it.”

before you could respond the bell rang signalling everybody it was 7:00 PM and that you needed to go back to your pent houses

the elevator ride up with woojin was extremely awkward, to say the least

he finally broke the awkward silence

“why are you talking to minhyun?”

you shake your head, “ why do you suddenly care all of a sudden?”

woojin scoffs, arms crossing, “minhyun will bring you nothing but harm! he is the most wanted tribute other than you! you will die by just hanging near him”

you turn towards him, scowl present on your face, “woojin, i’m going to die no matter what. why can’t i have a friend in this fucking game before i die?”

woojin slams his hand against the elevator wall, “god damn it, am i not your friend?”

you look at him with an incredulous look, “friend? woojin if you don’t recall, last night you told me you were acting sweet so you could gain my trust and then murder me. i don’t classify that as a friend”

woojin grabs your shoulders, “seeing you with minhyun made me realize how much i dont want to kill you”

weird wording

but i mean it is the hunger games

“what do you mean by that?” you pushed away your confused feelings about the wording

woojin licks his lips, “i have a crush on you”

crush???

are we in middle school??????

apparently, BECAUSE YOUR HEART IS RACING

you decide to challenge your feelings though, “how do i know you arent just lying?”

woojin smiles

your heart stops for a second you sweAR

“if i didn’t would i have cut off my ties with chungha and put a huge target on my back?”

shit

you did realize woojin and chungha did talk at the end of class and she looked royally pissed off at him

the elevator doors dinging open snapped the two of you out of your little trance

you talked about this briefly over dinner and you concluded that you were going to trust woojin again

but you were also going to stay on high alert to make sure you didnt get played

the next two days of training went by fairly smooth

you got closer to minhyun despite woojins protests and you and woojin got a little more “intimate”

it was a little weird

the two of you would sleep in the same bed and cuddle for hours on end until you were called to breakfast

before getting up you would share a quick peck on the lips

but then after that, you two were complete strangers

the both of you would act like you didnt know each other

maybe woojin was ashamed? maybe this was all part of his plan? who knows

all you knew was that you were happy when the two of you spent time

but that was cut soon

it was the day of the hunger games

24 people go in and only 1 person is victorious

jesus that scared you

you and woojin were cuddling on the rooftop, looking up at the stars

he was playing with your soft hand

his breathing was steady and it calmed you down

“woojin, i’ll be dead in 4 days.... you know this right?” you look up at him and he shakes his head

“no, i won’t let you die. i will protect you until the very end”

“what if it is just the two of us? would you kill me then?” he lets out a troubled sigh

“of course not”

lie

“i would kill myself for you”

lie

“my life isnt even worth living anymore”

lie

all of those were lies spewing out of woojins mouth and you knew that very well

“woojin what are we?” you ask one last question

woojin kisses the back of your hand, “we are boyfriend and girlfriend”

the morning came too soon

you felt the knot in your stomach again and you felt like you could barely breathe

your whole body was shaking and sweating

you couldnt calm your nerves

you and woojin were separated as soon as the sun came up for “personal reasons”

you were sat in a room as you waited for the countdown to start

your knee was bobbing up and down as you watched the tv screen in front of you

one of the tips was: “don’t step off the platform before the countdown as it will blow you up”

that really settled you

a deep voice started to countdown “30...29...28...27...26″

you stood up while taking a deep breath

the tube in the room opened up and you took that as an incentive to go ahead and step in it

the tube closed soon after you got in, sensing your body weight

you try to even out your breathing but your body doesnt respond

you are still shaking when the platform shoots up

suddenly you are in the middle of an open field, cornucopia full of goodies in the middle

you look around and spot minhyun

he gives you a thumbs up and a small smile

he mouths, ‘i will get us some bags, you need to run!’

you nod, this calming your nerves slightly

your gaze shifts over to woojin and he looks not in the least bit scared

it throws you back to the first day the two of you met and he said, “i’m ready to die. that’s why i looked so relieved during the reaping”

woojin meets your gaze and smiles a cute smile

you feel good about this whole situation when you realize you have both minhyun and woojin on your side

you look directly beside you and you see chungha looking at you

she smirks when she meets your gaze, motioning that she was going to strangle you as soon as the canon went off

“10...9...8...7...6...5″

your ears started ringing and your eyes glossed over

you were panicking suddenly

the feelings of good left your body when you realized, well shit, i really am going to die

you heard the cannon go off and your legs automatically moved to the forest behind you

before you got too far, someone tackled you with a screech

they flipped you over and you were met with the one and only kim chungha

her thin hands wrapped around your throat cutting off the oxygen

“this is what you get for stealing woojin away from me, you little bitch!” her other hand raised up and she slapped you hard

your hands reached up and scratched at her

her hands loosened up slightly giving you the chance to breathe and scream out

“minhyun!!! minhyun!!!!!!” you scream out, fear filling your system

her hands grasped tightly around your throat once more and your vision started to turn white

you saw daehwi’s smiling face and you heard your mom’s laughter

your body started to relax once you accepted the fact that you were dead

honestly,,, it wasnt that bad

you felt so relaxed and your mind was wandering to all the good things that happened in your life

you were about to close your eyes but suddenly the pressure on your neck loosened up

someone was grabbing at your body, throwing you over their shoulder

“_______?!? are you okay?! i will protect you no matter what!”

“t-thank you...” you breathe out, not knowing who the person was and you knocked out right after that

you feel wet when you first open your eyes

there was a slight dripping sound echoing throughout the area you were at

you try to sit up but you groan in pain when you try

a hand pushes you back down softly, “dont strain yourself”

“m-minhyun?” you ask

you hear a deep chuckle and with that, you can confirm that it was indeed minhyun

woojin had a high pitched laugh

oh shit

was woojin okay?

“how long was i knocked out for? is woojin okay? are you okay?”

minhyun laughs once again, “woah, woah slow down there... you were knocked out for 2 days, we only have 2 more days to kill 12 tributes. woojin is fine but so is chungha, so we need to watch out for them. i’m perfectly fine. the bags i picked up had good fishing equipment, ointment, ropes, and some packaged berries. i also found 2 knives. we are in good shape.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief

“w-wait.... why do we have to look out for woojin and chungha?”

minhyun lets out a sigh that bounces off the walls of the cave

“they are working together to find us and kill us”

(final part will be out tomorrow)

[motherofkittens94]

Sansa Stark for the ask thingy

general opinion: fall in a hole and die | don’t like them | eh | they’re fine I guess | like them! | love them | actual love of my life hotness level: get away from me | meh | neutral | theoretically hot but not my type | pretty hot | gorgeous! | 10/10 would banghogwarts house: gryffindor | slytherin | ravenclaw | hufflepuffbest quality: her kindness and she has a subtle cleverness that you could miss if you take her at face value she isnt stupid thats what she wasnt people to she is so they dont find her a threat  worst quality: can be naïve and in the beginning a bit haughty ship them with: theon mostly brotp them with: stark sibs and jon  tyrion the hound -breinne margaery theonneeds to stay away from: cersei joffrey ramsay baelish misc. thoughts:  amittedly although i never  hated her she wasnt a ultimate fav a first for me tbh but she grew on me throughout - and i find someone her feelings relatable as sansa - well younger sansa was probably sorta like how i was as a  early teenager  and its kinda like she was closet to how teenage me would have  generally thought about things and acted and i hated how people hated her because of that like oh shes boring or pathetic because she was a teenage girl - and acted like it oh no  but like no one hates jon for being moody as hell like a teenage boy but yeah - and i did like how sansa proved you didnt have to be violent or and act like a man to considered a strong woman / strong character because they were other ways to show strength and talent and that  being more traditionally feminine  didnt automatically make you weaker as a woman or as a character sorry but its just im tired  of people being oh but shes boring  cause shes girlie when other woman kick ass and she just cries i mean i kinda thought that myself to some degree at one point but now i heard  it so often that i hate that argument - like you hate sansa? fine  go ahead but find a better reason than she acts too girlie omg  also also people who pre season 6 were like err sansa is my least fav  shes is as exciting as watching paint dry and suddenly are like omg a queen my fav slay its like oh right so you only become interesting when u straight up murder a dude  cool whatever but also the other side of that when people are like i cant believe sansa is evil now :( she killed an unarmed man who couldnt defend himself  yeah i read that with my own eyes so i  hate that too -   ugh people- you hate when she doesnt kill you when hate she does seriously its  whatever she does people hate her  and i mean i even wanted theon to kill him but still saying this anyway - stuff like this  kinda made me like her a bit more after i initially started really liking her  she as a nice side and isnt just a brat who cries  she has compassion which extends  not just to her family  but even to some considered enemies  which is underappreciated and people would seriously rather defend ramster over her so im was kinda ok hon you can be my fav sit up here next to Theon and the rest of my unappreciated fictional  children and also seeing her and theon actually have many parallels and i accidently started shipping them i never meant to i thought it was outlandish at first and wouldnt work but now i  really want to see them together again even tho it probably wont happen either book or show wise

[jayundergod-blog]

Ultimate fear to me.

Say ive smoked some marijuana and im those thinker type when i smoke the chiba. Well suddenly im surrounded by only those bearing tone of demons prophane barbaroc behaviors. I dobt want to go to hell, and this fleshed out before my eyes is the nature of my worst fear. I am not only God Fearing, but damn nervous because Ive nearly awakened what I call the real me, an innervoice guiding. And i have begun eliminating distraction. I have cleared my thoughts and sight of many distractions. And have started to have a certain space for any almost all items under my use amd home. One thing that adds to another frustratoon os not remembering drawers or table or nooks random/common items did put that buisness card? Or it could just be a real pressue on moment and those 3 like mechanical reaches with your hands and ready to go in 5 seconds. I am comparing this new day 1 moment for me to Change from within. In order to make positive impact on future sitiations and various choices given, I have to jump way out of familiarity. I dont know how to make a friend where drugs and alcohol arent at least in the introductio. Its been over 20 years outside of my sponsor in an AA run since I have made any friends outaide of Getwasted Land. And its alnost like some of these people down here might be animated workers of a divine purpose. . Another reason my greatest fear revolves around Hell is Part A: my consistence in screwing up my life and Part B: randomly manipulating in or believing the reason for myaelf that My heart is attatched the right way, I believe God intended to place a mountain of pain shame and addiction and pride, occourances 1 after another saying put down the beer weed dream. Its not working. Test? bad test? CRASH collisions. wrecks.. Sexual imoralities that put me in only tighter, I like to think of as an irrational coat of shame. Switching schools over 20 times social bonding just seemed to naturally wade into the wastelabds. It was cool to say **** things, skip class and sneak a J. So still part B: reason for my greatest fear sometimes i worry my desire to fight evil with fire kind of mentality of a grey angel badass has to often and with any levels of sincerity been ... non supportive of God, and a compmete self failure. I am a highly successful failure. The tides of life had been decided to ensure have a livable income for life. All my lab blood tests come back good. Inspite of ludacrouis unprotected promiscuity and abusing chemicals alcohol included at very high danger quantities and lengths of time. To paranoid to bruah my teeth, and involved with the addict community they really do mess with my toothbrush when i let them know they can not live in my spare room area or you've got to go period. So the balance of pride and shame are big with me. Im simply putting it this way. I am very smart. Like, words don't automatically limit my perception and i discover ideas, inventions, ways to improve systems namely in buisnesses etc. But i believe i may have discovered a few awarnesses in the light of creation that had been considered. And i flow with innovation so much i didnt even write inventions down anymore. But im starting too now. I dont know if tbere is evil in my motives to understand, and my motive to protect the earth with my creative discoveries within the gift of life here. Glory all goes to God. And i feel pride and shame when i point something out like "this motivated by my naturally good heart amd my true self is a divine discovery. I am probably the first to say Ive beaten Lucifar hands down on 3 areas very simple. 1: there is guarenteed 1% of love within this entitty from the bible, And Lucifer is afraid of this within himself. He fears the capacity in his heart. Lucifer fears himself. And that tiny igmored reality of love is capable of seeking forgiveness and apologizing to his creator. Yea i could be nuts but 2: humans, generally any life form brought into light given the breath of life to seek the water of life, are conditioned, refined, we are born with lack of understanding and in time develop sincere amd forced pursuit of underatanding. I take it Lucifer just suddenly came into light an angel with uncomparable tangible working knowledge with math, music, stars, and whatever elae. Put Satan up against a regular devloped human and there is much to gain from the journey in being. Where satan just woke up with his bed made and an attitude similar to mine perhaps. "This can be better". Is where i stop the line. I assume God ridicule came from the statue with emotions and knowledge. Who should be a professilnal liar if he believes himself that his strength and power are not extensioms of God to begin with. Have to be a wicked bad liar to claim pride and ownership of anything whatsoever under the light. And finally 3 i feel im going to remember the 3rd way I checked the scariest guy in hell. But yeah no? assuming the story true, wouldnt the capacity in hiz heart be to close to deny and create fear and the most depressing "what am i going to wear today" moments? Before showing the tear in his eyes emotions. this waa a really long stretch of a first blog in life. Im considering Blog 2 to be straight down to the knit. My **** and my luster. None of you will likely know me so ill drop down my guard and even get into the pride/shame like. yes i was on that crack like they were infinity packs and the only translatable view to the edge lf my heart beyond the mountain God may have intended to be in my way. And yes for sure real sexual absurditiesn have been a matter if exploration and i found the most go to being ones least condoned like im straight but a few times on thjs other drug, the only reaskn the drug would be any jse to me if I went straight tranny freakazoid fk or even longer than 12 straight ( kind of) hours. I made a bjg ordeal of it too because i live in comparing to a waizt to shoulder hi body of water like fear. Im always nearly always in fear of something. Even if its just in a house all alone I am watching my tone and volume to not disturb the entity or embarrass myself. And theres usually a lot of BS running around my zone too. But anywhoo, scared of the SwaT teams and demons in a hotel, after the first usual 3 hours of eyes attatched to all directions i can notice without moving i said im going to max this **** out right here yeeaaaaa and i was doing poses for the potentials whoever stands at a second floor hotel window for 3 hours. You catch the drift. Sure part of the freaknicity invomved is mentally appealing. Im nkt going to lie. The flesh of a woman looking jedi equipped i mean has to be no sembalance of a male but thats neithr here nor anywhere for me because this isnt like, my hearts reach in any way. Since the last time i freaked off i encountered sexual encounter with an at the time friend lady and then almost a second time with the hottest coat rack breast formation i ever need to remember. Well she pulls out the money for intercourse part and now i am in not only great confliction but with a prepared spirit for the one of the highest priority lessons I could learn or be corrected on. And just then came a foundation of knowledge and vision. Flesh perveree barbaric using eachother like another drug or relieving some pain or just sheer addicted. Ive never had a time i can remember where there is something between us not being impprtant to me in the sack of awesome goods. If there is no relation there to me now more than ever, then jt is absolute perversive use of the flesh and body. I hope i dont get some effect of a born habbit and tranny zerg away my problem and enhanced self confliction. Hey that was mostly because damn new drug new coping mechanisim, and there are countless survielance vultures and sure there are good birds too but ive raised a lot of attention. I just let go on the FBI something about FBIs mom too. And maybe i just want the 3rd particles in good hands but I cant trust a comey supporting organization who are either ignoring the messed up bridge and back up the lies or they are beings without common sense. Plus some other group(s) i may or may not belong too. Im an expert **** up trying to move out of this world vast potential into a framing of the only way i see contributing chance to 5 generations from now to be atleast alive bearably. But no the world unison is buy what they say to buy no matter what healthier and bio friendly lower cost solutions are hidden from us. What would evolve in systems and technologies supressed by our ROTH oppressors fancy dress night club, is probably far beyond any imagination. But we want to say its cool ill stcik with gasine and everything else unto death. Whats a future generaton? I dont see blood on my hands yet. Not my problem. Or worst yet of the whe set is the sad existance of knowing that better is a controlled possibility removed from possibility by a few tactics to keep humans focused on other problems like, never never represent the problem with details about the CIA plane crash bringing cocain into america. Dont put on the news 24,311 bombs were dropped on other countries. Like is it 100s or thousands of oilline breaks per year? Either way they don't want you to see the pentagon lost 6.5 trlion bucks whoops . And tobaccoo being a substantial source of tax revenue. Whatever moneys not the problem here. Its how ks your FDA cool with 6000 known additves to a ciggrrate? and youre good with modified organism (gene manipulated plant life namely fruist and veggiesbyou can claim intellectual rights to tomatoes now by altering its DNA) that most consumers would lome the right to know but man its over with. Im either going to just die one day... Or I'm going to dye knowing i threw down a few sparks that reached a storm the ROTH associates will have to get stepping. Go buy your own planet or island of youre so obsessed with being king lizard man. Destroying the offspring futures chance of a liveable world and potential of decent m humanity instead of 10 billion people having to suddenly adjust with the last forseeable year with petro fuels or stop kilming the world. stop taking more grip over our societies industries and market lkke..... I know allegedly 90% media is slapped into air by atleast 1 out of just 6 mega corps. Sl is that lime our clothes are probably boiked up to ROTH brands? ummmm blog 1 i might S sell have gave an essay i worked on a year in the American college system at the podium with the XYZ or funny stain black shirt liike.... Yea l make this mire worth while and if it fails me or i fail i might even try a second blog life. But i realoze the value in these blogs being revved around free introduction to inventions. All the way up to a new style of buildings. lkke really hard to see as anything but futuristic, easier, and better in at least a few distinct ways. #1 perk of this technology given we are not on unlimited resource world but ements kf the housing structure are intact by such a way that it can be reutilized and ultimately there is potential for a no waste technology that reaches every door in the earth thats been done up the new way. Syria Afghanistan ans in general the countries that had devestated ways of lives of countless individual lkves of family members pretty much need to be rebuilt by this building technogy unseen. And the speed should be quicker as well. blog1 the ramble of death. the simplicity in taking base technology and enhancing them with personal and ho.e life is not only missing from our choices but unbelievable how eaay it would seem to accomplish the evidence of .mmm It only seems impossible because its not on tap at any restaurants we know. Partly why i have arranged a vision of my most hoped for life one without its core an office and a desk but one built from the potentials of imagination. Imagination being in part most crucial in expanding reality. Alright next one will be shorter sweet cut and dry. The facts in my peraonel history. ps im paranoid schizo like pretty much everything frim swat teams, demons, and ritualistic annual sacrifice held secretly in the depth expanse of a tunnelways descendance into reality where only one hope has life, that is Lord God mercy.