#i was so hyped to see that but didnt get that one

[good-beans]

🏠!

[cloudbends]

WE GOT A CONFIRMATION

[devotedlystrangewizard]

totk really is one of those games that make me go "ok thanks for the characters, setting, and general plot, but ill take it from here <3" because the entire historical timeline had so much potential for interesting and nuanced story telling but they just went with the old zelda story formula and YES thats how theyve always done it but botw was such a reset in terms of gameplay that they couldve overhauled how they handle story in totk. but they didnt

[mitamicah]

So what day is it today? I will call it hype friday!!

Why?

Because I just got a message that the gc will make a second try at a meeting where I might get approved for testosterone and its on monday!!!

[babyloniastreasure]

i have so much disappointment about summer 8 i dont even know where to begin

[bugmistake]

ive gotta. get it together a little bit i think. holy shit i really did not mean for the tags to get THAT long

[mauricemylittlemeowmeow]

back in the city. watched It Ends With Us with my roommate.

[b0ngwater69]

Oops waited too long to buy tickets to a show i wanted to see and now resale tickets are 100+ dollars 🤭

[ohmy-gojo]

actress! reader. he has a breakdown when you die in the movie

"are you for real doing this.." you looked at your husband who was passionately typing away at his laptop, through tears by the way

"babe, YOU be for real right now. what the fuck was going on in the minds of the writers that they decided to fucking kill you off?! im gonna make sure this stupid fucking movie has 0% rotten tomatoes! ugh im so fucking mad!"

you raised your eyebrow "you do remember that this is still a movie i acted in, right?"

"doesn't matter, princess! you were the main lead so they have no business killing you off! like wheres the plot armor?? uneducated asses. dont even know that the main leads always has to live, how did they even become a writer!" he said furiously

the latest movie you filmed in has been released on every platforms. you were particularly excited about this because this was the first time you acted as a main lead and it was also based on a medieval era. but however excited you had been, gojo was a thousand times more excited than you. he always supported your dreams and saw it as his own. he showed up during almost every shooting session, looking as proud as always. hyping you up so much that even the staffs started to get annoyed

"i can tell that this movie is going to be a blockbuster because of my baby," he had beamed at you and pecked your lips lovingly. absolutely unbothered by the offended stares he got

unfortunately, he couldn't make it to the last days of shooting because of missions. for which he showed great sadness (you had to provide him selfies with your pretty outfits, so that he doesnt lose his mind) which is why he didn't know the ending and since you didnt want to spoil it to him, you kept your mouth shut.. which was maybe a wrong decision

he had taken a leave from work just to stream the movie with you. arranged a super big bowl of sweets instead of popcorn like a normal person would, made the couch all cozy and even went as far as to turn off all the lights to give this a 'theater' vibe (hes planning to open one at his home to stream your movies)

at the start of the movie, he seemed really excited and happy. everytime you appeared at the big screen of his 80 inch tv, he would go 'thats my baby omg' with heart eyes like a fanboy. which he was to be honest

but as the movie progressed and you showed signs of, well dying, his heart sanked. and when you did die, he horrifiedly muttered 'what the fuck..' repeatedly and started bawling his eyes out while hugging you tightly

which brings you here with him writing a review of your just released movie and rating it 0

"this is not enough," he muttered. rubbing his face with his hand, he said "i gotta sue them for making this absolutely atrocious movie and for emotional damage."

"aw toru," you somewhat jutted your lips "did you really not like it?" you said dejectedly

his furrowed brows relaxed at your tone. he pulled you closer to him and pecked your forehead. "maybe i am overreacting a bit," he said sheepishly "but seeing you... die like this, even if its just in a movie, made my heart sink to my stomach." you noticed he used the word die fearfully and with great reluctance

you batted your eyelashes at him, innocently "oh.. but im still with you, no?"

he smiled sadly at your words, you really have no idea about the hold you have over him

"well yeah... but no offense to you, im never watching this movie again." he firmly said with furrowed brows

you giggled at your silly husband and flicked his forehead "none taken."

extra :

"ugh im feeling nauseous because i keep getting reminded of those scenes, I might really puke."

"babe i know you love me but thats only because of those damn sweets."

bday post:') not proofread !

[themyscirah]

ALYSSA WONG SPIRIT WORLD IS SO GOOD OMG

[koushirouizumi]

@izumikoushiroweek

(For Reblog day!) {Belated} [*Though the intended pair was/Is Koushiro x Taichi, it can also be viewed as semi canon-compliant.]

(Fun fact: in the US Dub for Kyou Kara Maou!, {though it is also a heavily localized "dub"} Wolfram, one of the main leads, if not secondary main lead, is also Voiced by Mona Marshall (voice actor of Koushiro "Izzy" Izumi in US Dub!)

[Thus, some of the imagery here was meant to invoke or even lightly parallel Kyou Kara Maou and the dynamic between Yuuri and Wolfram, including within the original Light Novels version.]

(Example: There is a moment just before the final battle of Kizuna; That is meant to more specifically invoke/parallel the "I'LL fall with You" / "I finally CAUGHT YOU" line/scenes between Yuuri and Wolfram.)

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Original Posters’ [Mine] Commentary: I made this in about 2 and ½ hours, so it’s a bit rough on edges in a few timings (I might have to re-time those moments in a later/fixed edit)

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[shouts-into-the-void]

Montresor caring about Will didn't come out of nowhere, Lenore was just mad: a biased completely unbiased post

The thing we need to remember as a rule is that Montresor's default personality is rude and antagonistic even when he's not actively trying to be an aggressor, which means you have to look at what he means rather than necessarily the things he says. He's a clear victim of abuse, who reacts to feelings trapped, cornered, threatened, panicked, or humiliated by lashing out. From what I have gathered, it seems like his mother may have been the type of person who was nice one minute, then became abusive at the drop of a hat, and/or acted loving while claiming she "had to do this for his own good", and he was clearly raised in a very strict religious environment where he didnt have a lot of control/was punished for things he couldnt help. As a reaction, Montresor tries to force an aggressive response out of anyone he feels threatened by, because at least then it's predictable and he feels in control. Okay, great, Montresor analysis out of the way, moving on.

Our first real look at Will and Montresor as a unit is when the clusterfucks (side note: I've seen a lot of people calling them the acoleets now? Far less funny, absolutely not) are discussing their spectres. During this conversation, Montresor is actually hyping Will up, and even when he agrees with Ada that is sounds useless, he makes sure to assure him that it "looks really cool though."

We only really see Montresor become outright violent and dangerous once it's revealed that only one person can win a new life. We see him actively panic about it, and while we don't really get a lot more context for him yelling at Will in the moment, I think its relevant that this is the moment when he starts treating Will less nicely, because now it's a competition and everyone else is potentially out to get him. Hell, he even immediately begins joking around with Will after telling him to shut up, so it's clear that he's acting out of stress and fear immediately after the revelation.

The interaction that immediately follows this is the incident with Morella and Ada, and I find it notable that Montresor goes out of his way to include Will. (when he makes sure to let you get your turn humiliating a woman to prove her loyalty to the group #romantic 🤡)

Later, during the Spectre vs. Students lesson, when Berenice bites Will and he asks for help, Montresor immediately tells her to leave him alone. While he seems mildly annoyed with Will the whole time (kind of understandably, because Will keeps screwing up the plan) he only says anything particularly horrible after Berenice slashes him across the face with her knife, which clearly pisses him off in general. We see him letting Will nap on his shoulder afterwards, which isn't super important I just think it's cute.

Montresor clearly sees them as a unit, as he still involved Will with the plan despite Will messing up the previous night with Duke and stops Will from helping Annabel with Ada despite not having a real reason to do so by saying "We'll sit this one out." Like it should have gone without saying that if he's not doing it, Will isn't either. Then the next day, the fact that Montresor comes to get Will specifically so they can walk to breakfast together? Knows what his toothbrush looks like and goes out of his way to give it back? The little flick on the forehead when he calls him a churchmouse? That he picks up on Will's distress and immediately goes to collect Ada to save him? I see you, fake-ass idgafer.

Which brings me to my next point, which is that it is Lenore on her enraged, vengeful tirade who claims that Montresor hates Will. She claims it's due to his behavior towards Will when he came to get him, but I think its pretty clear she only says it to upset Will. And Will can't think of anything nice Montresor's ever done for him because he's stressed, thinks he's about to get shot, and his self-confidence is super low. He even addresses the fact later that Montresor goes out of his way to save him all the time.

I also think now is a good time to point out that Montresor only seems to physically hurt Will in any significant way when he's been having a flashback. His expression when he comes out of his death flashback to find himself attacking Will is shocked, and while he doesn't apologize, his response does come across as apologetic. He has a similar expression when he wakes up from Ada's vision choking Will, only he looks incredibly panicked that time because he'd done actual damage. The expression on his face when Lenore points out what he's done is pained. I think this runs back to Montresor telling Will not to touch him, I'm pretty sure part of his trauma revolves around physical touch and when he's having an episode of PTSD/not fully aware of his surroundings he lashes out instinctively at the person touching him, which unfortunately means Will, who is a very physically affectionate person (man has 13 siblings and it shows.) Which is unfortunate, because I think Montresor also seems to be a very tactile person, and he actually goes out of his way to be touching Will a lot.

Another interesting thing? Montresor only ever addresses Will by name, which is very significant with context. The nicknames Montresor gives people are meant to mock them, so by only using Will's name it subtlely signals that he holds him in higher respect (or at least in more genuine regard) than the others. In Will's flashback, Sally–someone who went to school with him and was in all the same classes–doesn't remember his name, only that he's one of many Wilson siblings. So for Montresor, who can't even remember his "ace in the hole" and current fling's name, to be constantly making it a point to say he knows who Will is, is a great indicator of his actual feelings. By contrast, Will calls Montresor "Monty" exclusively, the only nickname he receives that is genuinely affectionate and something he never attempts to make him stop calling him.

Which pretty much brings us back to the events of the current episodes, which I've already talked about the significance of in another post. I know this is probably insanely biased for multiple reasons and im sure theres a bunch of little tidbits I've forgotten , but do with it what you will.

[cutenchips]

Finding you, again

Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

a/n : it’s my first time writing something ever and english isn’t my first language so be nice please. Advices are more than welcome !!

Idea from : @girlboo5689

summary : au coach!paige x player!azzi, see each other after a long time, background kiss

tw: self-homophobia

cw : 3,3k

Chapter 1 : Silence

Azzi POV :

The night is alive with celebration. The room is filled with screams, music, laughter—we’ve won the NCAA, and it feels unreal. Everyone is hyped, letting go after months of pressure.

Paige and I slip away from the crowd for a moment, just to breathe, to take in what we’ve just accomplished. We’ve had a bit too much to drink, but it’s okay. It’s our night. Paige looks at me with a smile. The type of smile you’ll die for. And for some reason, I feel like getting closer. I look at her deep blue eyes and her lips. She looked at my lips and kissed me with all my strength as if to engrave this low in her skin and i gave it back to her. Normally, I would never have thought it could happen, Paige has always been my friend and I never imagined it otherwise. But now it's different.

The next morning, it’s like nothing happened. I wake up with a killer headache and fragmented memories. Paige acts like nothing is different, just like me. We greet each other in the locker room, with an awkward smile, but there’s something different now. There’s space between us, and I don’t know how to explain it.

The days go by, and we still talk, but it’s not the same. It’s like something has shifted, like that kiss was never meant to happen. We never speak about it, never bring it up. I know she didn’t forget and she know i didnt either. But we pretended. And it eats at me. It bothers me because I feel like I’m the only one who notices the distance between us. We always talk to each other, but we look at each other less. We always cuddle, but they last less. We always laugh together, but more timidly. It was as if we were doing everything not to do THE thing that would remind us of that kiss. But the truth is that every gesture, every smile or every word she says reminds me of this kiss.

But above all I feel guilty, guilty for kissing a girl. It doesn't seem normal to me, I feel dirty to have kissed a girl but especially to have liked it.

Then the new season begins. Paige goes off to the WNBA, and I stay behind. I see her less now, and every time we cross paths, it stings a little more. She’s a star now, and I’m struggling to find my place. We pass each other, but we don’t really talk anymore. It’s strange, almost painful. We’ve lost each other, just like that, without ever truly understanding what happened between us.

I don’t know how it all ended, or if she thinks about it. But for me, that night, that kiss—it stays with me, tucked away in the back of my mind. One night, one kiss, and then nothing.

——————————————————-

Paige was already in the gym when the players arrived. She had barely slept. She had taken out the balloons, put away the studs, checked that everything was ready. Not because she needed it. Because she needed to take care of herself.

She knew that Azzi was coming back today.

She hadn't seen her for six years. Since the night they won the championship. Since this evening. Since this kiss.

She heard the door open at the back of the room. She didn't look up right away. She knew it was her. She would recognise his approach among a thousand. His rhythm. His energy. Even after all this time.

"Azzi Fudd," said a voice. The new recruit.

The girls applauded, some even shouted. Azzi smiled, greeted the team with a nod. She looked comfortable, relaxed. She took a few steps in the room. His eyes quickly swept the room. Then stopped on Paige.

They looked at each other.

One second.

Maybe two.

"Welcome," said Paige.

That was all.

No embrace. No "it's been a long time". No smile. Just that word.

Welcome.

Azzi nodded. A little stiff.

— Thank you, coach.

And then she turned to the rest of the team.

Training started as usual. Paige gave the instructions. The girls ran, shot, defended. She was watching everything. She was doing her job.

But she looked at her.

Azzi moved as before. Same style, same precision. Maybe a little more maturity in his choices. Less haste. She had improved. Even after all this time, even after his injury.

Paige made an effort not to stare at her for too long. She knew it was risky. But it was stronger than her.

Azzi didn't say anything either. She performed the exercises without asking questions. She was listening. She met Paige's eyes sometimes. But she didn't run away from him. She wasn't looking for him either.

It was just... neutral.

Too neutral.

After training, Paige went to her office. She closed the door. She sat on her chair and stayed there, without moving. Just staring at the wall in front of her.

She thought she was ready. She had repeated what she would say. She had prepared for this meeting. But now that Azzi was there, in the same room as her... she no longer knew how to breathe.

She got up, took a hundred steps. She stopped in front of the window and looked at the empty field.

The memories came back to him, one by one.

The cup in their hands. The screams. The music is too loud. The champagne. The jokes. The looks.

And this kiss.

Not a kiss of friendship. Not a kiss of victory. A real kiss. Slow. Passionate. True.

She remembered it very well.

And Azzi? Did she remember it too?

That evening, they had never talked about it.

They woke up with a headache. They had laughed. Pretend. Took the plane back as if nothing had happened.

And then, everything had changed.

Paige had decided to leave.

To get away from the field.

And now, six years later, Azzi was back.

In her team. Under her orders. In her life.

And Paige still had no answer.

The next day, Paige arrived at the gym even earlier.

She didn't want to meet Azzi in the locker room. Nor in the corridor.

She wanted to control space. Control what she could do.

The rest was already escaping her.

Azzi entered with the others. She was wearing her new jersey. It suited her well. Too good.

Paige looked away.

—We start with a balloon warm-up, she said.

She spoke faster than usual. More dry too.

But no one raised. Except maybe Azzi.

During the session, Azzi said nothing. She was following the rhythm. She was doing what she was asked. Too good. Too seriously.

As if she didn't want to leave any room for error.

Paige didn't know how to interpret it.

Was she doing that for herself? To prove something to her?

Or was she doing everything to forget her?

After training, they found themselves alone in the gym. The others were gone. Paige was picking up the pegs. Azzi rolled un her shoes. The silence locked them up.

— Do you need help? Azzi asked.

Paige freezes. She looked up.

That was the first sentence.

- No. Thank you.

Azzi nodded. She stayed up. Immobile.

Paige felt her heart beat too hard.

—You're doing well, she added.

She immediately regretted it. Too personal. Too soft.

Azzi barely smiled.

— I do what I can.

Silence again.

—Well, see you tomorrow, she said, retrieving her bag.

Paige signalled her head. She didn't answer anything.

And Azzi went out.

Paige couldn't concentrate.

Even at home, alone, she thought back to every look. Every gesture. Every word of Azzi.

It was like a loop. An obsession.

She had never talked about that night to anyone.

She had put all this in a box, deep in her. Locked.

But there, the box was shaking.

————————————

The days passed. Azzi was quickly in. The team loved her. She made perfect passes, screamed to motivate, smiled all the time.

Except with Paige.

Between them, it was polite.

But cold.

Too controlled.

And no one seemed to realise it.

One evening, Paige came as an old video.

The final match, six years ago. Their victory. Euphoria.

Azzi who throws herself into her arms. Paige who laughs.

Then, the party. The cup. The screams.

And the end.

The scene in the room. Briefly filmed by a friend. Just two seconds.

The two of them, alone in a corner. Glued. Too close. The beginning of a kiss. Then the screen goes black.

Paige closed the computer suddenly.

She had forgotten this video.

Or rather: she had pretended.

She got up, walked into her room. She could no longer breathe.

She grabbed her phone. She hesitated. Rested her.

It was midnight.

She didn't sleep.

——————————————

On Saturday, there was a friendly match.

Paige gave the instructions. Azzi was listening. Always attentive. Always straight.

But Paige felt her presence like a burn.

The game was going well. Azzi was shining.

For a moment, she marked a crazy basket. The whole team shouted. Paige let out a smile.

Azzi looked at her. Just a second.

Then she turned her head.

Paige felt her heart tighten.

After the game, Azzi came to see her.

— Did you see the shoot? She asked, like a proud teenager.

— Yes. Well done.

Break.

She didn't know what to answer.

"Good evening," said Azzi. And she walked away.

That evening, Paige went out for a walk. It was cold. She hadn't taken a coat.

She wanted to clear her head. But everything came back.

She remembered the taste. Breathless. From Azzi's gaze after.

She hadn't said anything. She got up, laughed. Suffled the discomfort.

And since then, silence.

She stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. Closed her eyes.

What if she told her about it?

What if she asked the question now?

But what can I say? “Do you remember?”

Too late. Too risky.

She came back.

She didn't write.

She didn't sleep either.

———————————————

On Monday, Azzi was not there.

Paige asked if anyone had heard from her. Nobody.

She felt something in her stomach. A touch of concern.

At the end of the session, she took out her phone. Nothing.

She hesitated. Then wrote to her:

"Is everything okay?"

An hour passed.

No answer.

Two hours.

Still nothing.

In the evening, she finally received a message.

"Yeah. I just don't feel well today. Nothing serious.”

No "coach". No smiley. Just this sentence.

Paige stayed in front of the screen.

She wanted to answer. But what? She wanted to know what was on her and chase it all at once. She didn't even want Azzi to be sad, it would break her heart.

She typed:

"Do you want to talk?"

Then erased.

She turned off her phone.

The next day, Azzi was there. Smiling. Pro. Perfect.

As if nothing had happened.

Paige felt like she was suffocating.

It was raining.

A fine rain, but it continues. She drew streaks on the windows of the gym.

Paige looked outside, arms crossed.

The training had been over for an hour. She was left alone. Unable to return.

Azzi was the first to leave today.

Not a look. Not a word.

Something was wrong.

She had known it for several days, but now... it was different. She would have liked to force her to look at her, to discuss. Shout at her everything she feels for her. But she couldn't.

Paige hated it. Her silence. Her blockage.

But it was stronger than her.

She had always been afraid to say things.

Especially those.

Her phone vibrated.

A message from Azzi.

"Can you come to the locker room? Now.”

Short. Sec.

She felt her heart speed up.

She hesitated. Then got up. She walked down the corridor. The sound of his footsteps echoed.

She opened the door.

Azzi was there. Sitting on a bench. Jogging. Soaked. Wet hair.

She got up suddenly when she saw her.

— Are you okay Azzi? She said panicked.

— It's not possible, Paige, she said in a low but hard tone.

Paige remained frozen.

— What do you mean?

— I can't take it anymore, Paige. You act as if nothing had happened. As if it were normal. As if I were normal.

Her voice trembled.

—But I can't! Do you understand?

She almost screamed the last words.

Paige wanted to get closer. But Azzi too back a step.

—You act like you're above all that. That you turned the page. That you can be a coach, professional, mature... I couldn't. I tried. But I can't forget. Not what we did. Not what I felt. Not what you triggered.

Paige felt her legs bend. She leaned against the wall.

—Azzi...

Her eyes were red. She was crying, but didn't stop.

— Do you know what you did? You left me there, with that, with this... this thing that I didn't even understand. I was 19 years old. I was confused. And you, you kissed me, you looked at me with eyes that.. in short.

Paige opened her mouth. Nothing came out..

— I thought I was a monster. A mistake. And I put your name on it. I thought to myself, "It's her. It's because of her. She's the one who made me like that.”

Paige felt her eyes burn.

— You're not a monster.

Azzi shook his head.

- I prayed for it to go. I slept with guys. I tried to be "normal". But there was always your face. Always this fucking kiss in my head.

Silence. Paige, seeing that Azzi was becoming calmer, took a step back.

— So what? Are you coming here to tell me that I have "diverted you from the right path"? That I infected you?

She had tearful eyes, her etchy voice holding back sobs. But she continued

— I didn't know what to do Azzi. I was lost too. Before you I didn't know I was... like that..

— You didn't tell me about it though. Not a message. Nothing.

— I thought you had forgotten Azzi! We had drunk so much that night! You won't blame me for not wanting to ruin our friendship, please.

Azzi looked at her. A look that pierced.

— Do you hate me?

— No, Paige replied.

The phrase echoed in the locker room.

Azzi felt all the air coming out of her lungs. She was calm and assimilated the conversation.

— I'm sorry. Maybe I'm not normal. Maybe I should just stop everything. Forget it. Forget you.

She stopped, catching her breath.

— But it's hard to forget the first person who made you feel … alive.

Azzi began to step back to leave. But Paige grabbed her gently to hug her.

— I don't want to forget you Azzi, she put her head in his neck.

Azzi enjoyed this hug the longest she took, sniffing Paige's perfume.

— Neither do I, I need to know who I want to be Paige, she said calmly.

That evening, Paige went home, her body tired, her mind confused. She went to bed without even eating, letting herself be invaded by solitude. At night, it was dark and silent.

She fell asleep thinking about Azzi. To all that had not been said. To the pain in Azzi's voice when she screamed at her. That was the truth. Azzi was broken, and it was largely because of what they had been through together.

Paige closed her eyes, but the images of that night, six years ago, kept coming back. She remembered the kiss, the taste of champagne, the laughter, Azzi's look, the moment when their lips had grossed, hesitant, but sincere.

She woke up with a start in the middle of the night, her hands trembling, her heart beating loudly. She sat in her bed, short of breath. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating. She wiped a tear that had slipped on her cheek.

The next morning, she arrived at the gym earlier than usual. She felt that if she arrived early, maybe everything would go back to normal. But when she walked through the door, she immediately realised that nothing would ever be the same.

—————————————

Azzi was still not there.

One week.

Seven days without Azzi.

Seven workouts where Paige was pretending.

Where the girls looked down. Where no one asked questions. But everyone knew.

Paige felt it. That it slipped. That it was going crazy. The team was no longer the same without her.

And neither does she.

Every night, she hesitated to call her. To write to her.

But she did nothing. As usual.

Until that evening.

She closed the gym, threw her keys in her bag and got into her car. No hesitation this time. She knew the address. She knew the floor. She still had that damn memory of Azzi's smile in this salon, one evening, when they had dyed their hair.

She ring.

Nothing.

She still ring.

And then the door opened.

Azzi was there. The hair tied to the snatch. An old sweater. Tired eyes. But beautiful. Always.

— What are you doing there? She asked, in a harsh tone.

Paige swallowed her pride.

—I can't go on like this, Azzi.

Silence.

—I didn't come to talk about us, okay? I came because you have a team. You have games to play. You have a fucking talent, and you're not going to ruin everything because of me.

Azzi looked up at the sky.

— Aren't you tired of playing the heroic coach?

She inhaled hard.

—Come back, Azzi. Please. Let all this collapse. You're better than that. You're stronger than that.

Azzi stared at her. A long time.

— You have had so many trials in your career, you have sacrificed so many things. You can't give up now. I beg you do what you want, tell me what I can do to help you no matter but in a week you have to be ready for the game. It's not P who asks you but coach Paige.

Paige leaved.

Azzi went home. Not knowing what to do she messaged KK.

"Hey KK "

" What's up? "

"need your advice, can you come to the house? "

" Omw "

When KK arrived Azzi directly took refuge in her arms.

— Wow I didn't know you were so happy to see me. She laughed.

—Well tell me what's going on Azz.

— It's Paige.

KK was there at the party and saw the kiss of the two girls. She was friends with the two girls and she could see the impact of this situation on her friends. But none of them really talked about it. Every time she asked Azzi how their relationship was going she always answered "normal". She knew that something was wrong between them but she had set herself as a rule not to talk to one of them before they do.

— I think I'm a lesbian.

A silence. Then KK burst out laughing. Not a mocking laugh, but one of those that defuse the tension.

— Azzi, girl. I've known it for six years. Did you forget that I saw you with Paige Bueckers at the time?

Azzi felt the pressure drop suddenly. She burst into a nervous laugh, tears in her eyes.

— I'm serious, KK.

— And me too. Girl, do you think I don't love you? Do you think that's what changes anything? You are Azzi, my best friend. If you love girls, if you love Paige... then you love Paige. And it's beautiful.

— But it doesn't seem right.

Azzi looked down. KK put a hand on her shoulder.

— Oh that's why you... OK I got it. You're just scared because you grew up in a world that never told you it was ok. But I tell you, me: it's okay. You have the right to love. You have the right to be happy.

Azzi bit her lip.

— I always thought I was different. That I was broken.

— You're not. replied KK, with all the sweetness in the world. — You just took a while to choose yourself. And now, you have to decide if you want to love freely or continue to punish yourself.

Azzi began to think then after a few minutes of silence...

— We're going to train I have a game Sunday and I have to be ready.

[ganeshpnf]

Thinking about Wrath of the triple goddess again and I just saw the interview Rick made and-

He openly says that he is mixing up two canons together, how he gets inspired by the "actors" and their dynamics. I read @lilislegacy 's criticism again and I just dont know how would we handle new books if he just keeps doing it. Because we saw the results, we saw how ooc characters become, we saw how it felt like Rick didnt read his own books for years and actually this is funny:

Just read your own books...And like, missing every detail even big ones or the ones we kept in our hearts for years(Annabeth's lemon shampoo...) is gone! Like what are you on?

This is why I always believe, if you make an adaptation, keep them separate from the canon material, in this case, books. It is hurting the both of them. Also this is the reason I personally dont like any mixing in the arts or in fanfics. I respect who does or prefer, but for me, universes need to stay separate or we have this situation in our hands.

Show and the books are so so so different, they deserve to be their own things. Show deserves to have its own canon, own events, actors need to have their own development. While books should stay books and book characters should stay book characters. Like please, book characters and show characters are different. We cant pretend the otherwise, we just cant. You cant tell me Walker is exactly book Percy, Leah is book Annabeth or Aryan is book Grover. They are all amazing, yes. We should support them, also yes. But pretending they are the book characters, that they are the exact same is just a big no.

Rick trying to write the actors' dynamics into the new books felt so ooc! And anyone who is hyping "Oh he imagining them as he writes", you cant see how ooc they were? And someone should tell Rick that. I dont know how to reach that man, he loves keeping himself away from the fans. But someone gotta let him know because the new books feels nothing but cash grabs. Amount of typo mistakes, ooc characters, all the stupid advertasing for the S2. So so cringe :(

I really dont want new book to be the same and I really dont know what to do *sigh* It hurts to see the man, who I admired for my whole childhood, getting so so much hate from the fans, but it is getting so hard to defend him, he is turning to JK.Rowling and it is creepy :(

[dreamertf]

Influencer-d

/includes; muscle growth, getting taller, getting handsomer, tf through technology.

/Contains (partial) ai images

"Fuck"

Trey's friend told him to download this instagram "mod" but he wouldnt tell him what it did. Once it was downloaded onto his phone, almost instantly he got a ton of notifications

[ +99 Followers, +99 Likes, +99 Comments]

He gasped as he looked through the notifications, was it just some follow bot? His mind went racing as he realized thay his account could be banned for doing that, not that it would matter a ton since he only had a handful of friends on there.

As he looked at his page, it populated with vacation photos, photos of people that kind of looked familiar, and worst of all- thirst traps.

He was so confused, had ai gone this far?

He clicked on one of his posts as a shirtless picture of his fat skinny body showed on screen. He was flexing like he had muscle, but clearly he didnt.

He opened the comments expecting people to make fun of him.

Jackie.spammzzzz04: 🥵🥵🥵🥵

ReaganGrayy_2: damn bro, im not gay but...

Mi.Takashi: gainz!!! 🔥🔥

He felt himself getting lightheaded as he stumbled toeards his bedroom. He kept scrolling through the comments as they hyped him up.

He fell against the hallway wall and as he did, he glanced at his arm. It was different, tanner, vascular, more... muscular?

He didnt have time to think, instead he tried to get to his bed. Maybe whatever was happening to him would pass soon.

He tried to force himself to sleep but for some reason it felt like was going through puberty again. His whole body hurt and he felt extremely horny for some reason.

He opened his phone to more notifications as he scrolled through his comments again.

JJJJaxonShay.69: i feel like u always get taller when i see you lmao

TaliaDinoNuggizz: Is what they say about you true? You look like your lowk packing haha.

His mind jarbled together as he felt his legs lengthening, his legs filling out with muscle as he stretched them. He clicked off his phone and put it down as he turned to face the ceiling, sweat was dripping down his face as he morphed into a handsomer version of himself, sharp jaw, big eyes, perfect lips.

In a fit of mania he peeled off his wet sweaty shirt, revealing a tight set of abs and pic juicy pecs. Arching his back he felt it broaden with muscle as his ass filled out.

He moaned loudly as he felt his rock hard member lengthening longer, thicker, bigger. He came as ribbons flew into the air, he didn't even have to touch himself as the euphoria was that strong.

He fell asleep, covered in his own filth.

---

As he slowly woke up he checked his phone, why not give the thirsty bitches what they want? He always knows knows how to deliver.

He stepped into his bathroom and took a mirror pic for his story.

As he did he got a snap from his friend, the one that told him to download some weird thing yesterday.

"Hey man, you up? Just got done with the gym and i thought youd want a taste of this ass b4 i shower."

[ysrjune]

TWINS MONROE - SCOTT AND SAM FIGHTING EACH OTHER IN SCHOOL BECAUSE THEY BOTH LIKE US AND NONE WANTS TO STEP DOWN..also we could later tend sam's face because pookie has dried blood he cleaned with SOAP and thinks it's enough

- your faithful, 🐇

find a reason to change 🧊

a/n: the monroe twin au will forever haunt me but i love them

“you really think she likes you?” scott shoves his brother into a locker. "yeah, I do. you dont know how she is with me, man. shes nice and she understands me." sam shoves scott back. "oh my God, sam. you're so fuckin' delusional," scotty shakes his head, smiling. "just cause a girl is nice to you doesnt mean she wants 'ta be with you." he laughs in his brothers face. people were already crowding around them in the halls. scott was known to be a dick to his brother in school. teasing him with the other popular kids and playing pranks on him.

sam was embarrassed for the millionth time. usually he would never stand up to his brother because he'd end up getting beat up by him at home, but today was different. he liked you and he wasnt gonna give you up to scott. ".. shut up." sam crosses his arms. "see?? you're such a bitch. she doesnt like you, dude. lay off, alright? shes my girl." his friends stupidly hype him up from behind. "uh-huh, didnt you see them kissing earlier before class?" a friend of scott yells at sam. so many of his brothers friends started giving him shit on how hes such a loser and that girls wouldn't ever give him a chance. that girls only act nice to him because they feel bad.

sam wanted to cry, but he knew that if he did, he'd be the biggest loser ever. without any other thought, sam punched scott right in the nose. "what the hell is wrong with you, sam?!" scott whines with his hand covering his nose for a second. "such a fuckin' drama queen," scott says and punches sam back. you could guess what happened next. it got really bad. sam cut his brothers face with his rings since he was only aiming there. scott left bruises on sams arms and stomach.. but it was even worse when he smashed sams face against a water fountain. it gave the black haired boy an ugly, swollen black eye and a busted up lip.

"sam—I didnt.. I didnt mean to-" "shut the fuck up." sam hid his swelling eye and lip from the crowd. "you meant it with everything in you." he says and calls his dad to pick them up. "Jesus Christ, you two." their dad taps his foot on the ground, taking a good look at his boys. "all this over a girl?" he scoffs with a smile, seeming amused. "she must be a good one." he signs them out and takes them home.

the boys shared a room, but their dad let scott stay in his room so that the boys would be separated for a while to cool off. who was visiting them after school? you. the one who practically caused all of this. "sam?" you call softly at the door. sam looks up at you from his desk and then looks back. "dont come in, I dont want you to see me like this." he shakes his head, clicking around on some websites on his computer. "sam," you sigh and close the door behind you and walk over to him. "dont be embarrassed, sweetie." you tell him and gently take his chin in your hand, making him face up to you. "this is all my fault.. im so sorry." you apologize.

sam didnt say anything, he just kept his eyes on you. "arent you gonna say anything?" you ask. "no.." he looks down. "i dont know what to say.. my face hurts." "scott got you pretty bad, sam. did you wash your face?" "yeah, I wet a paper towel 'n patted it over my face." he sighs, touching his still bleeding lip. "excuse me?" you furrow your eyebrows. "no no no. lets go to your bathroom and wash your face. patting it with a wet napkin wont do you any good."

you rummage through his drawer of unused face prodcuts and use every necessary product. face wash, moisturizer, cream to take swelling down, etc. "there, all better." she smiles. "thought I told you to start using all this, its barley even touched." "like me." sam smiles down at you. "you're a dog." you roll your eyes at him and smile. "and.. just so you know.. I like you way better than your brother. hes a jerk." you kiss his cheek. "really?.. you dont care that im like.. a loser or whatever?" "sam," you shake your head at him. "I dont think you're a loser. you just like to keep to yourself. nothing is wrong with that." sam smiles at your kind words and leans in for a kiss but winces. ".. nevermind. lip still hurts." it looked so nasty, especially with his piercing.. but it didnt look as bad as it did when it wasnt cleaned.

"we can try that again when you're all better." you ruffle his hair to which he groans. "thats gonna take such a long time!" "two weeks at most, sam. dont be a baby." you cup his face and kiss his nose. "ill be back. I wanna check on scott." sam rolls his eyes but lets you go.

"i seriously didnt mean to, babe! he just.. pissed me off." scott says while you put bandaids on his sliced up cheeks. "you're always mean to him, scott. its not fair. sometimes he just wants to talk to you at school and you make fun of him." you frown. ".. he embarrasses me. you dont know what its like to have a weird ass brother like him." "scott, hes your family! you're such an asshole." you shake your head and finish up. "you should be ashamed of what you said to him. I do like him. He likes me." "yeah? I like you too." he stands, towering over you. ".. yeah, I know.. but I don't settle for self centered jerks who make fun of their brothers because he doesn't like to be the center of attention." you cross your arms.

scott sighs, looking around the room and back at you. "so if he asks you out, you're gonna say yes?" "yeah. why wouldn't I? your brother doesnt show me off like an object." scott bites the inside of his right cheek. "I guess.." he tosses his shoulders and sits back down. "'m sorry, pretty. you deserve better than me. 'n lemme be honest, I dont think sam is exactly what you want.. but if he treats you better than me, then go ahead or whatever."

"sounds like you're trying to give me permission or something."" "im not trying to make it sound like that.. im just saying, alright?" he rolls his eyes. "thanks for checking up on me anyway.." he looks up expectantly. you give in and wrap your arms around him. "ill come say bye before I leave." you play with the small curls in the back of his neck. "okay," he says and pulls his head back and steals a kiss. "sorry." he smiles stupidity, making you smile back before you leave.

you spend the rest of the afternoon with sam until it was time to go. you day bye to him, then scott, and then their dad.

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