#i was so impressed that his solution in the situation was to run away from it

[himbo-of-destiny]

[fiber-optic-alligator]

(Not a request dw)

While I know that Knock Out's little game of hide and shriek was rigged from the start, with a 95% chance of the human just getting caught at the end. What do you think would happen if they Did succeed at escaping? I mean on one hand, he keeps his word, and begrudgingly lets them go. But. what if he didn't?

My first thought, if they simply managed to outlast the clock, would be that he'd simply snatch them up afterwards, regardless of the fact that he said he'd let them go. With the established time they'd have to escape from him being an elaborate ruse to get them to reveal their position afterwards. What'd they Think was going to happen? He's a Decepticon. They deceive people. Props to the human for making it past the timer going off, but they aren't going anywhere.

My second thought revolves around the human suddenly going God Mode hide and seek-wise, and managing to escape all the way back to civilization without him finding them. (Though perhaps it'd be in part to him deciding he'd rather play with his food rather than just snatch them up when he had the chance.) Like, he'd probably be kinda floored by the fact that he lost a game to a Human so soundly. It was rigged in His favor, and he Still Lost. First of all? Respect. Second of all. He's gonna just take them back to the Nemesis this time when he gets another chance to steal them away from their little human town. Games are only fun when you're Winning after all, and he won't give them another chance to elude capture.

However, the funniest ending would simply be that they got away long enough to catch the attention of a patrolling Autobot, who after hearing about what happened, decides to take them back to the Autobot base until the Autobots can find a better solution to their predicament. Maybe they still pop by the base every now, and again after they're relocated somewhere safer, and they run into the newly-minted Autobot Knock Out months/years after the first time the two met. He hadn't quite stopped looking for them, but he also didn't have all the time in the world to search. So finding them here was a stroke of bad luck for the both of them. Haha.

Oh, I can imagine the shock he’d feel when the timer runs out and he realizes that you actually won his game. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He’s an apex predator! How could some measly little human stay hidden from him?! No doubt he’d feel frustrated and a little embarrassed that a human made him look like a fool after he hyped himself up. And while I could see an outcome in which he stays true to his word and lets you go, I hardly think he’d do it. His ego is just too big.

So, he takes you anyway. Nevermind what he said before, he’s changing the rules he made up for his game. Struggle and fight all you want. He’s in charge here, not you.

As for if you managed to escape the trainyard whether through the help of an Autobot or on your own, this would definitely piss him off. Knockout doesn’t like it when he loses, no matter what situation he’s in. He’d be sour about it for weeks and would make it his goal to track you down and steal you away, no games necessary this time.

However, it is impressive you evaded him. He has to give credit where it is due. You truly are a lot more interesting than the rest of your kind.

Over time, like you said, he’d never stop searching for you. However, he can’t dedicate his entire life to finding you, so his hunt for the little human who escaped him has to be put on the back burner for quite some time. And though you’d never be able to forget the incident where a giant alien robot kidnapped you and hunted you for sport, the terror of the encounter would die down with time to the point where it would all feel like a distant nightmare when you recall it. But if you eventually encounter him when he’s turned Autobot…well, Knockout is still Knockout, no matter what faction he’s part of. Seeing you again would fill him with a sense of ecstatic glee. “After all this time,” he’d say, kneeling in front of you and extending his hand to gently brush a claw over your head. “I’ve finally found you again.”

You’d just stare up at him in horrified shock. Knockout would chuckle and shrug. “What, you thought I forgot about you? Oh no, no, no. How could I ever forget about the little human who finally gave me a run for my money?” He’d grin. “Let me ask you…Are you up for another game of chase?”

[obae-me]

Help I submitted that "MC's immune to Luci's siren song" ask and the brainrot has gotten so much worse- There's just so much substance to it! It inherently messes with Lucifer's ego and sense of pride, at the start of his and MC's relationship he's probably silently seething 24/7 cause what do you mean this random human he's never heard of before is entirely immune to all of his hypnosis magic???? In my headcanon of this whole AU the MC's on the more oblivious side when it comes to Lucifer's plan to keep trying to seduce them into the water, not to the point of stupidity, like no matter how much Lucifer insists they take a dip in the water they refuse unless it's like a tidepool or something cause they are aware of a sirens reputation, but still you know what I mean they're under the impression that after their first encounter Lucifer just innocently wants to be close with them and nothing else Agh and the SCENARIOS you can get with this. Okay- Like imagine with me if you will, Lucifer and the MC are spending time with one another in a secluded shallow pool of water (think like a tidepool or something similar where the waters are too shallow to properly drown in as a full grown adult), the two are kind of goofing around with one another and something something bam! MC finds themselves pinned down by and completely underneath Lucifer, and Lucifer has a thought... He could kill them right now. It's not the typical way for sirens to hunt their prey but he could use his razor sharp claws and teeth to kill and eat them like he had intended to since he met them. But, despite that being the extremely obvious solution to his "problem", Lucifer hesitates, and he finds that he's unable to will his body into harming MC, he just can't do it. And how ridiculous is that?!! The Lucifer, one of if not the most fiercest hunter of all the sirens, the man responsible for countless human deaths, finds himself unable to kill one. simple. human. How ridiculous is that?! Honourable mention the angst you could get in a situation where the MC finds out Lucifer was just planning to drown and eat them the whole time even if that's changed ("So.. Nothing we had was even real...?" type stuff) or say other sirens (not the other brothers/dateables just some random npc type characters) catch wind of MC and while they know they can't hypnotize them into the water they're not above using more forceful ways to drown them. There's so much fun to be had with this AU!!! My undying love for Luci and mermaids compels me to brainrot about it!!!!!! Monster forbidden romance for the in baybeeeeeeeee-

Screaming from the rooftops till my throat goes raw.

Drowning in a pool of my own tears.

The brainrot is real!!

Oh my god... I cannot even begin to tell you how wonderful this is.

There is so much ANGST potential! Say, for example, the reason why MC was out there that first night was to run away from something that happened in their life. They made it all the way to a rocky beach with no one but them and the water, and then all of a sudden, they hear the singing...and it's the most beautiful sound in the world. It immediately makes them feel better. And then of course, it came from one of the most beautiful beings they'd ever seen.

Sure they'd heard stories about sirens and their calls, and so they keep themselves safe in the shallows. However, they maybe thought that he kept coming to see them because...maybe there was something there. Anytime they were sad or stressed, they came to see him, and he made everything feel better. God, the way he smiled at them when they talked about their day. The way he asked questions to get to know them better.

That was all a lie? An elaborate manipulation? Just waiting for their guard to lower enough? How...horrible...

And so they stop going to see him. But they hate being away from the water when they're sad, so they head to different locations.

Only, there's several other sirens who have heard of rumors of the human who resisted the famous Lucifer's songs. If they managed to steal Lucifer's hunt...well, that appeals to more than a few.

They're in danger now, and they hardly even know it till they're in the thick of it.

And there's only one person who can help them.

Anon, this is so good. I can't take it.

[sofasoap]

Little first meet

Pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x F!Reader

Summary: How a mohawk Scottish man meet his bonnie bear

Warning : M rating. use of alcohol. flirting. A/N: Three glasses of wine in, half asleep I just want to spew their awkward first meeting out.

Part 7 of Little Bear series Masterlist

“Hello bonnie, are you new here?”

Glancing to the left, and to the right.  There’s no one else sitting beside you. Is he talking to you?? There must be some mistake. Surely this handsome stranger with a very exaggerated mohawk hair right in front of you isn’t trying to start a conversation with you. Or God forbid, trying to flirt with you????

“... You talking to me?” you asked in a weak voice. 

He chuckled as he flashes you a wide toothy smile, “Who else would it be? The most beautiful person in the whole pub.” gesturing to the stool beside you, “Mind if I take a seat?”

“Um, sure?”  You can feel the tip of your ears starting to burn. Fidgeting with the pint of beer in your hand, your mind started racing. Maybe he is just bored, or maybe he had a bet with his friend on how many people they can chat up with tonight in this pub.

This is the first time you left your hometown. First time in a brand new environment and you are a nervous wreck. 

You only moved to Credenhill a few weeks ago after getting a new job with a civilian company that has connections to the military that is stationed in the area. 

You have thought deep and hard before deciding to make that huge leap in your life, after seeing all your friends moving on with their life, achieving so much. And there you are, still living in your comfort zone. 

Tonight, you decided to check out the local pub that your new workmate had suggested with a good atmosphere and food. You had nothing better to do anyway on a Friday night.

“Maybe you will get lucky and some soldiers will hit on you!” They joke. “I had quite a bit of luck meeting some quite sexy soldiers. And I can assure you they have pretty good … stamina.” Winking and giggling away as you lower your head in embarrassment. 

Awkward silent bubble surrounded both of you as the bolstering noise of drunken pub goers around you continued.  You never had anyone hitting you before (He is flirting with you, right?)  What do you do in this situation? Who should start a conversation? Is it proper etiquette to look into their eyes or should you look away?

As your brain runs through all the possibilities and solutions, the mohawk man broke the silence and restart the conversation.

“So, I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you here for a visit or?? I don’t imagine anyone will be here for sightseeing purposes.” Taking a sip from his own beer, he asked. “And it doesn’t look like you are waiting for anyone to join you either.” 

Good observant skill, you noted. “Um.I just moved here. Few weeks ago.” Shyly taking a peek at him as you bring your glass up for a sip for a drink, you realise you have a set of steel blue eyes. Beautiful steel blue eyes, drawing you deeper into his soul. 

Great, now you are gawking on him. 

His eyes brighten up as soon as you mention you are a new resident here.

“Well I hope you are settling in well. I must apologise that this little village has nothing to offer apart from basic amenities and boring soldiers.” he chuckles. 

“ And you are one of them?” you blurted out as your eyes caught a glimpse of his dog chain in his half buttoned up shirt. You slapped your mouth as soon as the sentence left your mouth. 

“Sorry. Not meaning to be so rude..” Embarrassment and anxiety starts bubbling up. That is one thing you are not good with. Socialisation. It’s either you don’t know how to carry on a conversation or letting your mouth run without thinking. Way to make a good impression with people. You thought.

Mohawk stranger laughed. “ I am indeed one of them. One of the best at boring your brains out. .” he smirked, “Although I am not as boring as my team mate Ghost.” 

“Ghost?” “Not his real name. That’s his call sign. He usually bored us to death with his dad jokes. Or our Captain. Nagging non-top most times like a mother hen. Don’t get me started on Gaz. He is too stiff for his own good sometimes.” 

“They sound like very interesting people.” You let out a little laugh. 

“Depending how you look at it.” He smiled. Pausing slightly as he thought for a second, “If you like, I can introduce them to you. Next time.” He looked at you in earnest. 

“Next time?” Your eyebrows arched up. There’s next time?

“Only if you want, bonnie.” smiling softly, “You look like you need some friends.” Noticing you stiffening, he winced as he straightened his back slightly. “Sorry. I meant no offence with that. I just thought you might want to make new friends in this new place.” 

You fidget in your seat even more. Can you really trust this man that you only just met tonight? 

And what is that good old warning people kept saying to you, never get involved with military personnel. They will surely break your heart. 

Still noticing your hesitation and discomfort, he hastily added, “If it makes you feel more comfortable, my sister is visiting soon. I can bring her along too. She is the one who usually keeps us all in check. Also to keep my blabbering mouth shut as well.” 

“But.......” 

“But?”

“... I don’t even know your name.”

Mohawk man opened his mouth for a second and closed before he slapped himself in the forehead. 

“Where are my manners? Let’s start again.” holding his hands out,

“John MacTavish. But people either call me Johnny or Soap.”

You later find out Johnny isn’t usually the type to introduce his close knit group right from get go. 

“I fell hard for you that day, Bonnie bear. Something in my heart tells me I must approach that lonely bonnie that is sitting in the corner all by herself and woo her with all my might.”

“Well luckily you didn’t use any of your lame pick up lines..”

“Aww Bonnie bear. I am sure you will still fall for the charming me nevertheless.”

“Sure sure… “

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[pumpkinsy0]

What's Going On in Haiti Rn

tldr: barbeque (leader of revolutionary gang, isnt a cannibal btw) says hes trying to liberate Haiti to free the oppressed groups in Haiti from not only the rich ppl who live in Haiti but also from imperialism so Haiti can get better, but moving along from that, theres canals being built in Haiti so Haitians can actually make their own food and won’t rely in others

alright, I’m making this post, not only because I dont see many people talking about it, but also because they just aren't really telling the exact full story and theyre only using what the western media is saying and not really using any haitian sources or anything like that, for this post Im NOT picking sides or anything of the sort, I just want people to be more aware of what's actually going on in haiti

so where all of this gang stuff is going down is in the CAPITAL of Haiti, this isn't going on all across the country, everything really violent is happening in PORT AU PRINCE. As you know, there's this man called Barbecue who is essentially running Port Au Prince with his gang or group or whatever you want to call it, no Barbecue didn't get his name because he's a cannibal or anything like that, he got it because his mom would sell bbq chicken for people in his neighborhood. The cannibal claims that were going all around on social media was spread by alt right twitter users like elon musk and some other famous alt right twitter users.

NOW when it comes to the gangs in Haiti, what Barbecue is trying to do is "liberate this country, once and for all"(in his own words not mines), and he's done that by trying to bring together all the past gangs of Haiti and they've formed this one big group called "Revolutionary Forces of the G9 Family and Allies" or I'll just call them G9, and now they control 80% of Port Au Prince and many civilians themselves who live in poverty and terrible conditions are with them because they just want a life with rights to healthcare, education, and housing, things that are hard to get because of politicians and rich people oppressing them and taking away their resources and forcing them to live with the scraps. Another group of people who's followed him is this group of men he's broke out of jail. In this jail as far as I know, these people were never actually given trials or anything and they as well were forced into terrible living conditions with, lack of food, space, that kinda thing. When it comes to G9 getting the prime minister, Ariel Henry, to step down, the reason why they wanted him to step down (as far as i remember) was because he just pushing the election for a new president back and back each time, and people were/are under the impression that he just wanted to get more power. On top of that Ariel Henry was NEVER SWORN INTO HIS POSITION. Plus, after the Haitian president's assassination in 2021, INSTEAD of working with Haitian civil society groups that were open to give solutions to fix the situation, the US, Canada, France, and other places, put their trust into Ariel Henry, and saw him as the connection to the Haitian public. Henry is not well liked by the public of Haiti and he is now not in Haiti and is in Puerto Rico, essentially exiled from Haiti. Now dont take this as me putting Barbecue in this shining light, he did use to be a police officer, and he has closed off Port Au Prince from the rest of the country and people are finding it hard to get food, water, go to school, and much much more, Im just laying out what's happening and his goal as he says it. If you want more info, watch some interviews Barbeque has done.

When it come to the US intervening or ANY country for that matter intervening is because in the past, forcing interventions in haiti has only led to worse. There was terrible treatment to the citizens and they stole money, their only way of intervening was literally through weapons against innocent civilians. Many haitians do NOT want any country, especially the US coming near them AT ALL because theyre are scared for what theyre going to do to them and their livelihoods, and you can't blame them one bit, the US is quite literally a genocidal empire who only looks out for itself.

ON SOME MORE BRIGHTER NEWS, idk if you heard, but theres this canal thats close to being finished, that will allow Haitian farmers to grow and make their own foods so Haiti wont have to rely on other places of getting stuff like rice!! The canal gets water from the massacre river however, Dominican politicians dont like that and are claiming that the canal will weaken the water supply of the river, despite the DR having like 11 canals using the river and Haiti has 1 (the one being built rn). To slow down the water flow going into the canal, Dominican officals have these pumps that are constantly flowing to take away water from the canal, however the canal is still able to flow a good amount of water into Haiti, to Haitian farmers :)

on top of that, Haitian farmers in another part of Haiti has gotten inspired to take action to make their OWN canal (that has NOTHING to do with the massacre river before yall start) and are currently making their own canal so they can have water so WOOOO🇭🇹🇭🇹🇭🇹🇭🇹

anyways pls share and make sure to listen to Haitian voices and media to understand whats going on, dont use media from the same niggas that assisted a Dominican dictator that committed a Haitian genocide :P

to learn more about whats going on theres this Haitian news source called Haiti Liberte that discusses whats going on in Haiti and they have a documentary on youtube that goes more in depth with Barbeque and his ideas/wants and some Haitian citizens

as for the canals, on tik tok theres this woman whos been at the forefront of it all, discussing whats going on with the canals, giving updates, and shes actually in Haiti, and you can see the canals for yourself, her @ is @bertrhude

[half-dead-writer]

I figured my problem with not appreciating the gooseboy enough was that I envisioned him dominating me. The solution was me domming him. The moral is I love weak men. Also thru my research I found that Gideon is 5'6 - I'm 5'9 - which made me think of this scenario. I guess that means I'm writing for Gordon too now, huh.

Short King

Gideon does not like you describing him as "small".

character: Gideon Graves / Gordon Goose (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off)

words: 727

reader: gender-neutral

warnings: suggestive

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

"You're so small," you murmured, looking at your boyfriend, who's currently wrapped in your arms. His head that's been previously resting on your chest whips your way.

"What did you say?" He heard you well, he just didn't believe you had the audacity to point that out.

"I said you're tiny," you continued to tease, clearly in a playful mood. You knew it'd annoy him.

Normally, he would be pissed at someone calling him tiny. However, something about your tone, and the fact that it was you made that thought seem less... annoying. "I'm average height- you're the one who's freakishly tall." He barked back, furrowing his brows. He would threaten to leave, but you knew full well that he wouldn't - he's too comfortable using you as a pillow.

"Keep telling yourself that," a smug smile occupied your face. You dared to carelessly run your hand through his black locks, making it turn random, unflattering direction. If it was any other person, he'd swat your hand away, annoyed at you messing up his perfectly styled hairstyle. But again, he made no move to stop you. He let out a small scoff, trying to look annoyed, but the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth gave away his thoughts. You weren't that heartless, though, and you regained a bit of his trust by affectionately playing with his hair. He melted under your touch. His eyes closed as a small, nearly inaudible, content hum slipped from his mouth. You were one of the few people who ever got to see him so vulnerable and relaxed.

"You're so annoying..." He replied, but his voice lacked any real bite. The sound of your light chuckle hit his ears, he tried to act displeased, but ended up looking more like an angry cat. Eyes narrowed, with a pout on his face. "Stop laughing."

"Make me." You deadpanned, showing him a competitive smirk and letting go off the strand you were twirling in your finger. His halfly insincere frown got washed away by a cocky grin as he raised himself to sit up. He got ahold of the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer.

"Are you sure about that?" The light reflected in his glasses along with mischief.

"I dunno, are you?" You knew you acted like a brat, fully aware of what reaction it might pull out of him. He supported himself with one hand near your side, towering above you. Your noses were practically touching. "You really wanna play this game, love?"

"You know I do," you admitted bluntly, making the man exhale in amusement. Properly straddling your lap, he pressed his lips against yours in an eager kiss. His hands reached out to pin yours, but you were quick to avoid them, instead holding his sides with your knees and pulling you both onto a different position. He laid under you, obviously disconnected from your lips now, mildly surprised at the situation.

"Brat." He muttered, judging the way you held his wrists above his head. You knew he liked it regardless, seeing the lack of resistance. He wasn't used to people getting the upper hand on him, but he was more impressed than irritated. His eyes travelled over your body, making you speak up.

"Does this mean I won?" You asked, faking the innocent tone. He tested your grip on his wrists ever so slightly. He could free himself in one move, but for now, he wanted to see what you would do. He cocked his brow, tilting his head in a taunting manner. "Maybe. Who's to say I don't like being pinned to the bed?"

His response forced a light chuckle out of you. You were merciful enough to grant him a bit of affection, but the soft feeling of your lips on his didn't last long. You pulled away after the quick peck, leaving him a bit dumbfounded. He stared at you like a lost puppy, seeing you get off the bed, satisfied from successfully messing with him.

"I'm starving. If you make us some sandwiches, we could continue talking about pinning you to bed," you showed him a light 'come hither' gesture, looking over your back with a smile before heading into the kitchen. He adjusted his glasses, narrowing his eyes in a smirk and mumbling under his breath.

"Difficult as always."

[fixyourwritinghabits]

Hi! I’m interested in writing a realistic teen fiction novel set in high school, focusing on multiple students and their everyday lives both within and outside of school. I want the story to feel like you're reading someone's diary, similar to shows like Freaks and Geeks, Skam, and My Mad Fat Diary. Sooo, any prompts or ideas to help me get started? Or advice? Anything will do! Thank you so much!

The challenge or writing realistic teen fiction when you're not a teenager is quite high. You always run the risk of outdated references, incorrect slang, and overall awkward writing.

DO go for universal experiences. Teenagers throughout the ages deal with the challenges of dating, parental conflict, pressures to get the highest scores or hang out with the right crowd. Kids are going to go through the same experiences no matter how much the world changes. Tap into those emotions and think about what you went through as a teen. How do you project those experiences and emotions onto your character? Could you give them similar challenges? Put them through situations you managed to avoid? Lean on what you know.

DO treat your characters with respect. Yes, even the guy who smokes too much weed has a much richer inner life than you may put to paper. You don't have to give every character a ten-page backstory and a showcasing scene, but do be sure to give depth to both your main characters and antagonists. Don't brush off their concerns or values - even if you think fighting over a prom date is silly in hindsight - as unimportant.

DO focus on setting and specifics. Where your story is based and what's going on in the environment is going to vastly impact what issues your teen characters will face. Some teens may face issues with drugs and environmental violence. Others will have more experience with dealing with online bullying. A lot of teens are far more used to LGBTQ peers and more accepting environments, but that doesn't mean issues of racism, transphobia, and homophobia have gone away. Where you set your story and what's going on in the environment around it are going to be really important when it comes to coming off as genuine.

And a few don'ts...

DON'T chase the latest trends. There are a lot of things that will date your work within the year, if not months. Twitter is nearly as dead as MySpace, no one says 'on fleek' anymore, and the latest iPhone is not going to sound impressive if someone reads your story two years from now. That isn't to say you should social media or cell phones entirely - that would be silly - or that you should try to disguise them by using some made-up name. Neither would really work. If TikTok is going to be in your characters' lives, talking about it even with a casual line is a better option than pretending it doesn't exist. But if you hinge your plot entirely on TikTok drama, and by the time your book or story comes out no one uses TikTok anymore, you'll be shooting yourself in the foot. Play it safe and lean into generics if your story heavily involves online behavior ('some stranger is sending me DMs' versus 'I'm being bullied via my Discord server's soundboard').

DON'T appropriate experiences that aren't yours. It's really tempting to project what you feel about current events into teen characters, and it's not wrong to write really passionately about something that affects both you and your teenage characters, but think it through. Does your white character single-handedly resolve racism in their school? That's just not going to happen. Is your character's heroic moment tackling the school shooter before he kills someone? Take a long step back and think about what these moments mean for the teens that go through them. You run the real risk of making their lives seem trite and meaningless by presenting an easy solution to a complex problem. A teenage hero with a sword may save a kingdom in a fantasy novel, but in the modern world, dealing with bigotry and violence are complicated issues that require solidarity, collective action, and allyship, not savorism.

DON'T cut corners by making your characters 'really into 80s music' or similar anachronistic interests. Listen, I know this is painful, but as popular as Stranger Things is, your teens characters are probably not listening the Best of the 80s on a regular basis when not in the car with their parents (or, uh, grandparents). They're likely not really into TLC, I doubt they can name all the Spice Girls. You may think you're giving them a funny quirk by having them be really into something you know a lot about, but you risk alienating your audience. I've put down more than one YA book because the author couldn't explain why her teen character loved U2, but couldn't name Taylor Swift if she tried. This... doesn't work. You may not listen to Doja Cat or Charli XCX, but you're doing yourself and your characters a disfavor in not considering who the artist or actor they care about is, and why. Figuring out what your characters are into can be really worth the insight it brings. You can, of course, skip pop culture for the most part if your plot doesn't touch it - but don't believe for a second your characters don't know who Ariana Grande is, c'mon.

Angie Thomas's THE HATE THAT U GIVE is a classic for a lot of reasons, but a big part of it is that she's able to juggle all of the above without coming off as insincere or contrite. Her main character knows that dealing with police violence is complicated. Tupac Shakur's music plays an important part of the book because it's relevant to the character and her experiences, not just because it's something the author knew well. And Starr Carter didn't save the world from the problems plaguing her, but she did take a stand against them. Angie Thomas's work is a masterclass in understanding how teenagers think even if you aren't one, and I'd recommend reading them to get a feel for how to handle a teenage voice.

[angeldrawsstuffs]

They Say it Gets Better

Summary: Cooper’s always struggled to live up to his family’s expectations of him, especially with the bar set so high my his brothers. But, before he had the Dream World to retreat to, Cooper had a… different solution

Based on this post of mine.

“You never forget your first.”

Cooper’s heard that said about a lot of things.

First crush.

First kiss.

First goal.

First A+.

First award.

But for him…

It’s the first time he ran away. Or- tried to, at least. Evidently, that didn’t work out so well. Really, all that’d happened was he’d gotten into a fight with his family, nothing really out of the ordinary, families have their disagreements. But, Cooper’s little 5th grade mind just… took it too personally is all.

He didn’t go far! He just ran over to Mateo’s place and… cried a lot, begging José to let him live there forever. Just kid stuff, it wasn’t all that serious, he was just overreacting!

Just an overreaction…

Well, needless to say, his great plan didn’t work for long, since he was over there for all of ten minutes before his mom came knocking. Much to little Cooper (and Mateo and Izzie’s) dismay, he was forced to go back home and deal with his family. The tension was thick in the house, almost like you could cut it with a knife.

His parents didn’t really… punish him, but he got a long talking to about how dangerous what he did could’ve been. And he didn’t do it again!

…that year.

The second and third times he tried were in sixth grade, just a year before he became an aware dreamer.

He really could’ve used the Dream World back then, you know? Then he could’ve just messed around with quite literally the car of his dreams instead of-

Well- being manhandled by his brothers.

He knows it sounds bad, but it was only because he’d gone out at night and tried to hide in a dirty alleyway that was probably super dangerous!

Ok- maybe some context is needed there.

The second time he tried to run away… went about as well as the first attempt. He thought he was being slick when he asked Mateo to cover for him by holding onto one of his model cars for the day, thus tricking the adults into thinking he was with Mateo again when, really, he was trying to hide at school.

It… went about as well as you’d expect. Mr. Oz ended up catching him that time. Although, to his credit, he did seem impressed with how long Cooper got away with that one for (about six hours if he remembers correctly).

But, in the end, Cooper was returned home once more and got the… privilege of his mom and brothers checking in on him every hour and a half…

For the next week.

This deterred Cooper for a few months. That was, until, the big blowup.

He shouldn’t have yelled.

He shouldn’t have cried.

He knows he was ungrateful.

He knows he was wrong.

But everything, every bit of bubbling resentment, every drop of anger and jealousy came spilling out that night.

He regrets every word of what he said.

Especially his final words:

“I wish you just didn’t have me!”

Overreaction. He knows.

In the moment it felt like the right thing to say, but, in hindsight (and a trip to the school counselor), it was the worst thing to say. He hurt his mom, his brothers, everyone. Running out the door right after didn’t help the situation at all.

This time, Cooper didn’t even tell Mateo where he was going. Mostly because he himself didn’t even know. He just knew he had to get away. He couldn’t face his family! Not after- after that!

He didn’t want to even consider the consequences of a young kid on the streets of Brooklyn, cold and alone with no one knowing where he is. He honestly didn’t care at the time, all he cared about was finding some place to hide. Hide from his actions, hide from his words, hide from his family.

How could he have been so cruel to his family?

Eventually, he found an alleyway a few blocks away from his house. Cooper knows a dark, dirty alleyway should’ve been a deterrent to his plans, but he was just so exhausted. His legs felt like Jell-O, giving out from beneath him behind a dumpster.

He doesn’t remember when he passed out. He remembers crying… a lot, and everything just… going black.

He woke up to a sudden aching in his arm. His eyes flew open, taking a few seconds to reorient to the now early morning sky.

His brothers.

Cooper tried to fight back, he wiggled and squirmed, heart racing faster than one of his model car’s engines in his chest. He should’ve realized it was fruitless immediately, his brothers were all stronger, faster, better than him.

It was all a blur from there. He remembers yelling. A lot of it.

But he also remembers being hugged, told about how worried everyone was.

He remembers the sinking feeling in his heart as the weight of his actions finally occurred to him.

It was that moment he vowed to never run away again. Things can get better, especially if he doesn’t pull that stunt again. He just needs to work harder to meet expectations.

He just needs to try.

[goldenlionprince]

Jilypad Week 2024 - Day 7

Trapped Together

[AO3]

“Please wait!” Lily calls towards the closing lift door as she stumbles though the main doors of the building into the entrance hall.

She wanted to be here early, at least fifteen minutes before her scheduled interview, but today of all days she had overslept a little. Maybe she shouldn't have stayed up so late to do some more research.

Then, in her haste to get ready on time still, she had poured her coffee down her new blouse which meant she had to change and is without any caffeine this morning. Which is not exactly ideal when you have an important interview and try to impress people so they will let you work on their project.

And on top of that her bus had been late.

So she's cutting it close right now. She's not too late yet, but not having to wait for the lift would do wonders for her anxiety.

The lift doors do indeed stop and reopen when a hand from inside the cabin darts out to keep them open for her. With a sigh of relieve Lily hurries across the entrance hall and steps into the elevator.

“Thank you!” She beams a bit breathless at the tall, bespectacled guy in front of her as the lift doors close behind her. With a little jolt the lift sets into motion.

“No problem,” the guy smiles back at her, one hand going to his already messy, dark hair. He has a nice smile that lights up his whole face, including his hazel eyes.

“Where can we let you out?” a second guy asks her, the only other person in the lift. He's tall as well, even a little taller than the first one, with equally dark hair, only that his is longer and falls with a casual grace around his handsome face instead of sticking up in all directions. Lily can't help but notice the striking light grey of his eyes.

She tries not to stare though and looks past him at the board on the side of the cabin that has all the buttons for the different floors of the building. The button for the ninth floor is already lighting up. “Oh, same as you, it seems.”

Marauders Inc., situated in an old brick building just outside of the main buzz of London. She can't wait to meet the founders, James Potter and Sirius Black, who seem to be real geniuses in their fields, potions and plants respectively. From her research Lily knows they should be around her age but it's hard to believe that. In the two years they have run their little company they have already come up with a potion that revolutionized the treatment of werewolves, making it possible for them to keep their conscious minds during their transformation.

While it was a groundbreaking discovery is seems they are not done yet with their work on it, trying to get the potion to perform even better, reducing intake times and even trying to advance the flavour component. Lily is kind of impressed by that. A lot of people would have left it at that and moved on. People tend to think werewolves should be happy there is a possibility for their condition to be more endurable at all, no one should care about the taste.

Their newest project though is what makes Lily really eager to work with them. Their research on a dragon pox potion that would reduce the possibility of death in older patients. The death rate in that age group compared to younger ones is something that has fascinated Lily for a while now. It's one of the magical mysteries she feels compelled to dissect until she understands every little part of it, and then find a solution.

And Marauders Inc. seems to be exactly the right place to let her do all she wants. Now she only has to get to her interview in time and impress the founders somehow.

But since Lily is having a day she shouldn't be surprised when the next disaster finds her.

The lift suddenly stops with a jolt, far away from the ninth floor. Glasses Guy frowns and turns around, pushing the button again. Nothing happens.

Tall, Dark and Handsome sighs. “Again?”

“Seems like it.” Glasses Guy gives her an apologetic smile. “Old building. Comes with the territory, I guess.”

He pulls out his wand and with a wave of it a big silvery dog stands in the middle of the lift cabin. “We're stuck in the lift again, Moony. Can you get Mundungus to take a look at it? Thanks!” The dog patronus tilts its head to the side, wags its tail, and then vanishes though the ceiling.

“Well, this will take a while,” Tall, Dark and Handsome says and lifts the cardboard tray he's carrying. It holds four to-go cups. “Can I offer you a coffee while we wait? Just not that one in the front, it's an abomination.”

“It's not,” Glasses Guy protests and plucks said cup from the tray.

Tall, Dark and Handsome raises an eyebrow at him. “Four pumps of vanilla, three pumps of hazelnut. Love, that's asking for a medical condition.”

Glasses Guy just grins and takes a big gulp from his cup.

Tall, Dark and Handsome rolls his eyes and turns back to Lily. “Anyway, there is a Dirty Chai, black coffee, and something that's more milk and sugar than anything else.”

“I'll take the Chai, if that's no trouble,” Lily says and takes the cup gratefully as Glasses Guy passes it on.

“None at all,” he says with a wink. “Just means Peter will have to go out and get his own coffee later.”

“He'll survive,” Tall, Dark and Handsome says and picks up one of he remaining two cups before setting the tray down on the floor. He pulls his wand out of the back pocket of his jeans and flicks it at the cup left on the tray to keep the coffee warm while they wait. “So, you said you were heading to the Marauders floor?”

*

By the time the lift starts to move again Lily's chai is gone. They have talked for at least half an hour about everything from Lily's potion portfolio to views on werewolf rights to her half-kneazel, Sprout, and she feels a lot more relaxed. The guys are really charming and funny and interesting and Lily wouldn't mind seeing more of them. Since they work for Marauders Inc. too she really hopes she can get the job, even if she's horribly late for her interview now.

The lift finally stops again on the ninth floor and the doors open with a ding. A sandy-haired guy greets them on the other side with a smile. “You really have the worst kind of luck with that thing.”

“I wouldn't say that.” Glasses Guy grins at her. Lily can feel a small blush rising to her cheeks.

“Here,” Tall, Dark and Handsome says to the sandy-haired guy and hands him the last remaining cup from the tray. “Peter's got donated for a good cause.” He nods his head into her direction and that's when sandy-haired guy notices her too.

“Hi, I'm Lily Evans,” she says and shakes his hand. “Sorry, I'm really late for my interview. If you could possibly point me into the right direction, that would be really nice.”

He looks at her, then at her two lift companions. “Well,” he says with a smile and points at them. “That would be the direction, I guess.”

Confused Lily looks at Glasses Guy who holds out his hand for her to shake, a broad grin on his lips. “James Potter. Really nice to meet you, Miss Evans.”

Lily takes his hand automatically and shakes it. Her brain needs a second to catch up on what he just said. Her eyes go wide and she looks over to Tall, Dark and Handsome. James chuckles. “That absolute disaster of a human would be my partner, Sirius Black.”

“Charmed,” Sirius says with a grin and shakes her hand as well. Lily just stares at them.

“So, Miss Evans, when can you start?”

[darkestspring]

Hmm 🤔 I wonder, would Naerys or Maegara snap at Targaryens? I watched Daenerys’s dragons and sometimes they would roar at her. So would Naerys or Maegara do the same? I know they probably won’t, but just imagine. Maegara or Naerys got frustrated and they snapped at their family, yelling at them with fire in their hands that looks like they are going to attack, but they calmed down and left in order not to hurt anyone and let out their frustration. Targaryens with dragons, but they DON’T control them. I guess there were accidents when a dragon would attack a Targaryen.

How would Yandere platonic Conquerors react to see Maegara or Naerys snap at them (with anger in their eyes and fire in their hands and look like they are going to attack them but they don’t) then Naerys or Maegara leaves them to let out their frustration? How would they react?

Also how would Yandere Hightowers, Velaryons and Targaryens react to it as well?

The training ground would be destroyed after Maegara or Naerys let out their frustration.

Also they would probably yell “LEAVE ME ALONE!” or something like that, just a thought

for the conquerors, I think visenya would be incredibly impressed when it's not directed at her, she'd allow them to calm down before going to talk about what made them so upset.

aegon, i think, would be very stern about how they can't act that way when he is their father and king. he'd force them to apologize before trying to talk to them about why they acted that way. they may or may not give in, depending on how upset they are.

rhaenys would be the most sympathetic, she'd try to soothe them immediately, sitting besides them and comforting them. rhaenys would definitely be patient enough to comfort them as they try to calm down and understand by they would feel so overwhelmed and upset.

for the hightowers, i think alicent would be shocked by the outburst before quickly trying to soothe her beloved child, she's definitely hold them close, run her hands through their hair and even going as far as humming a tune her mother used to sing to her when she was upset. she'd definitely be adept at calming them down. she'd make attempts to understand why they were so upset and try to find solutions to help them.

otto on the other hand, would find the root of the problem immediately, he'd immediately calm them down, speaking to them with a calm voice and holding them gently as he soothes them. i think he'd be really good at calming down stressful situations. he'd make sure whatever made them so stressed and frustrated would never occur ever again.

for the targaryens, they're used to sometimes the outbursts from their dragons, even if they ride dragons and bond with them, they'll never fully control their dragons. maegara.naerys would be within the same wavelength, they might have been taken in by the targaryens as their child but that doesn't take away the fact that they're still a dragon, just in human form.

viserys would hurry to distract them from their anger, trying to desperately calm them down and soothe their frustrations. he'd order servants to brings all of their favorite things.

rhaenyra, i think, would be the best one besides alicent to calm them down. she'd refuse to step away or abandon them even in their anger. she doesn't attempt to dissuade her anger or even diminish it. it's okay to be angry, she'd tell them, her hand through their hair, it's okay to be frustrated and overwhelmed but don't let it fester. I'm right here, tell me what ails you, my beloved child. rhaenyra would successfully calm them down and hold them close as they vent about their frustrations to her.

daemon honestly doesn't even attempt to calm them. his advice is just "if something angers you, just get rid of it" like hello? 911? daemon doesn't see their anger as a bad thing and doesn't dissuade it or try to calm them down. he'll only start to soothe them if they start crying out of pure anger/frustration. daemon sees anger as a natural thing that's better to get out of their system but he'll stay nearby and help them find ways to help manage their anger.

the velaryons are in the same stretch as the targaryens but in a different wavelength.

i think vaemond, corlys, and rhaenys would be used to anger, prone to it themselves and would be very adept and calming them down. I think rhaenys would clue in early and soothe their anger in advance, calming them down and taking them out to the sea to calm down, helping them search for shells and talking to them as they dip their feet in the water.

laena and laenor would also take them to the sea/beach to help them calm down. they wouldn't take offense to being yelled at, they try to understand things from naerys/maegara's point of view. i think laena would make sure to look out for them constantly afterwards while laenor would stick to their sides until he's certail their anger is completely gone.

bonus:

aegon ii would definitely flinch away from the yell but he sees how overwhelmed they are and as their self-proclaimed closest companion, he'd use the methods he uses on himself when he gets frustrated to help them. he'd stay close by and refuse to leave them.

aemond on the other hand doesn't even flinch as he refuses to leave, he'll get close to them and calmly tells them to calm down which only angers them further but when he gently touches their arms, they mostl likely burst into tears and aemond goes on guard dog mode, growling at everyone that comes near as he calms them down.

helaena doesn't flinch, she doesn't even breathe. she gets even closer and grabs their hand as she guides them to sit down. its okay, she'll tell them, still holding their hand, i'll always be here for you. you'll be okay. helaena does nothing but wrap her arms around them as they cry in her shoulder.

jace and luke would both be shocked, never having seen naerys/maegara yell before but jace recovers faster than luke does, quickly calming them down, distracting them from their anger by telling them stories or even telling them about their day. when they're calm he'll order the servant to bring their favorite drink as he refuses to leave their side.

i think luke would give naerys/maegara something he found that brings him happiness/calms him down with the justification that it might help them.

[madelineserenity]

Can I request the reaper nurses and the dog girl who was familiar with them in the past and was their assistant (Since I like reaper nurses in dark deception and you write great about them, I thought you would do it)I really like your work with the reaper nurses.❤️💓

She's a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Ellie because... I said so ok? Sorry this one took longer than I expected. I kept getting writer's block partially due to having constant brain fog/distractibility for the past week or two, for no obvious reason :/ it was going to be way longer but I just can't..

Quite some time ago, Ellie lived with the Reaper Nurses. A sweet little thing, standing at a total 5,2"/160cm, she'd always been so excited to be useful. Her cute, friendly temperament helped lower the guards of mortals seeking the soul shards and made patients feel better. Sadly, she had a crucial flaw; she was just too tiny and fragile for the work.

Ellie was easily knocked over by fleeing mortals. She wasn't strong enough to wield a syringe or carry supplies around the hospital. She was too light to tackle and easily shoved off, too excitable to be stealthy. All in all, she made for a wonderful companion, but an unfortunate Reaper Nurse.

Upsetting as it was for everyone, Ellie eventually found a new place with the Murder Monkeys. This way, she had plenty of friends her own size to teach her how to take advantage of the strengths she had. There was plenty of room to run around in her spare time and play. Everything would be fine. Even though Ellie and the nurses were heartbroken, everything would be fine. This was the best solution for everyone.

She hated it at first. She hated the unfamiliar location and smells, without the company of her nurses with her to make it worth it. She had to get used to brushing out her own curls, instead of having someone else to pamper her, like before. The Murder Monkeys were too busy for the snuggles she missed so badly and weren't particularly interested anyway. Ellie didn't like having knives so close, and besides, it didn't mean much. They weren't the people she wanted in the first place.

Adjusting was hard. She'd gone from having her favourite people never more than an arm's length away, to having them ripped away and having to go cold turkey. Lord Malak strictly forbade her from returning for any reason other than receiving medical attention. Even he seemed to find the situation regrettable, with pity somehow visible in his dark eyes. It had been the one and only time Ellie had seem a soft side of him, giving her a brief, awkward side hug before leaving after dropping her off at the hotel. Deep down, she knew he was right to separate her from the Reaper Nurses. Here, she could learn how to properly serve her Lord and not get in the way.

It got better over time. She busied herself with learning how to wield blades and practising with the monkeys. It took time, but she soon developed an impressive level of skill. Not being a very vocal breed, the monkeys learned to follow her sound when she yapped, and would soon find themselves surrounding intruders from all directions, with Ellie hot on mortals' tracks to corral them into the waiting knives, lightweight and agile on her feet. She never forgot her nurses, but she learned to live with the grief.

[demani-dusk]

I, a 33 year old, watched Frozen for the first time yesterday, and now I am going to tell you how I would rewrite the final act. For fun, because I've been turning it over in my mind. I was really affected by the beginning of the movie and found myself less impressed at the end, so here is what I think would have worked better for me. I'm making no claims that this would be better or that the movie is bad. I'm just telling you how I would finish the movie if it were up to me.

So the first thing I think I want to change is, before Kristoff hands Anna off to Hans, I think they should kiss and I think it shouldn't help Anna. It should be awkward and embarrassing and they should frame it like, hey maybe the trolls are onto something and like we don't have to get married but maybe just in case? And if this doesn't work we can forget the whole thing and then we'll know for sure Hans is Anna's true love. So they do like a quick little peck, they blush a lot, and turn away from each other, they start checking if Anna is feeling any better. She's like, "uhhh, maybe? I think my fingers might be a little less cold? Maybe it works slowly?" And then Kristoff sees the white visibly growing in her hair. "This was stupid. Of course Hans is your true love. I should have believed you. I'm so sorry about this." And Anna's like, a little disappointed and tries and fails to be reassuring. When they part they both reflexively try to kiss again and then turn away because obviously this was the wrong thing, otherwise Anna would be healing.

The next thing I would change is the scene where Hans is alone with Anna. In my vision, Hans legitimately did believe Anna was his true love. He is thinking, this is the only girl both pretty and quirky enough for me. It's a miracle that I met her, all other women are ugly or nags or something. Now I will prove what a good prince I am by saving her.

So, in my vision, when he leans in to kiss her and the music swells, he follows through. He does kiss her. And immediately, Anna feels even colder and her hair turns whiter. It's not ambiguous. And THEN we get the turn. Hans is angry. "You little [Disney friendly word for whore]! This is your fault! I loved you, so it must be that you aren't true enough a love for me! I even tolerated your people's pathetic, annoying whining! I showed your monster of a sister mercy! And this is how you repay me!"

This should be scary, this should be horrifying. He should probably hit her, and send her reeling away from the fire. The key here is, the reason you don't marry the first person you connect with after one day isn't that they might be scheming to take advantage of you. It's that you don't know what they do if things don't go their way, you don't know if they will respect your boundaries, you don't know what they'll do if they're mad or if there's an argument. Look, I came into this saying my ending isn't necessarily better or even that there's anything wrong with the movie. And I still say that. I'm just saying, there's a reason I would make the choices I'm making here.

Anyway, next Kristoff pieces together how he can still use the situation to his advantage. His monologue about what he meant to do the whole time turns into thinking out loud about how he can spin this. He makes the same plays he does in the actual movie.

Olaf shows up and Anna is like, "I don't know what to do. Maybe I have no true love? If I need to know my true love for more than a day, maybe no one can save me because I don't know anyone?" She's really like, I think I'm going to die here, there's no hope for me. Olaf doesn't have a solution; because Kristoff already tried kissing Anna he isn't immediately trying to come back.

I think what happens is, Elsa and Kristoff run into each other while Kristoff is leaving slowly and Elsa is actively escaping. Kristoff tries to show Elsa some kind of kindness and Elsa pushes him away. Hans catches up and is like, haha I killed your sister and now I'm going to kill you. In this scenario, it's Kristoff who manages to save Elsa and dispatch Hans.

Kristoff and Elsa race back to the castle to see what they can do for Anna. Elsa is like, "it's my fault, I can never control my fear no matter how hard I try." And Kristoff says something reasonable about the importance of feeling feelings. He also fills Elsa in, reiterating that he doesn't know what to do because if he isn't Anna's true love and Hans isn't either, then maybe there isn't a way to break the spell.

Kristoff and Elsa find Anna fully frozen next to a puddle that used to be Olaf. Kristoff slumps against the doorway in despair and Elsa runs to Anna, crying. She reprises "Do You Want to Build A Snowman." In the reprise she expresses that she never wanted to shut Anna out, that she was scared, that she just didn't want to hurt Anna. And, of course, this song, and crying over Anna is what revives her. Unfortunately, Olaf is also revived in this scene. Just because this is my personal creative vision doesn't mean I'm killing off my least favorite character.

To round out the ending, Anna and Kristoff can awkwardly ask each other on a date. Perhaps, they speculate together, just because they aren't "true loves" yet, doesn't mean they can't be if they get to know each other. Elsa *doesn't* end the movie in perfect control of her powers, but she is showing improvement. Elsa has to address the public and there's ice growing around her. She turns to say to Anna, "Anna I'm scared, what if they don't accept me?" And Anna puts her hand on Elsa's shoulder and says, "I'll be right here with you." Elsa takes a deep breath and the ice begins to melt. She addresses her people hand in hand with Anna, and it goes well.

The End.

[gumclones]

As a fellow Chicle enjoyer, I must ask for your opinion on my biggest and most beloved crack ship of Chicle and Simon. They both went through the whole "being trapped inside your own head as a debased form of yourself to only then be freed from that state nearly 1000 years later in a world completely different from the one you knew, causing you to both long for the past whilst also resenting it," thing (I headcanon that the main reason Chicle went along with/followed Gumbald, despite being betrayed by him was because he genuinely did think of him and Lolly as his family and that by going along with Gumbalds craziness he could regain some of the normalcy that was in his previous life.) Plus, their personalitys seem like they would mesh really well together

first off, thanks for the ask! always nice to talk to another Chicle appreciator. gonna put the rest under a cut because I have lots of thoughts:

I'd never considered the ship before! I definitely think that interactions between Simon and any of the gum family would be great - partly because they've got so much in common with Bubblegum, someone to whom Simon was drawn because of her resemblance to Betty, and partly because of what you mentioned about how they all have experience being trapped with mental alteration for so very, very long. plus, as we've seen in Simon Petrikov, after getting de-crowned Simon goes to the same tavern that Punch Bowl and Crunchy were seen at, so there's definitely opportunity for them to meet and bond.

there's an interesting difference between the gum family's situations and Simon's - while the crown actively pulls its wearer into the shape of Gunther's impression of Evergreen, the dum-dum solution seems to mainly have effects on awareness, demeanor, and memory. Simon draws a very sharp distinction between the Ice King and himself, while Gumbald treats his time as a punch bowl as a painful period of his own life and refers to Crunchy as Chicle to no protest from Crunchy or Lolly. Chicle in particular seems to have kept a lot of his sense of self as Crunchy, as shown in The Pajama War and The Dark Cloud. this perspective might help Simon out quite a bit - I have a lot of feelings about the amount of transformation in Adventure Time and how it affects identity. (relatedly, I think both of them should get to hang out with Sweet P!)

I think that Chicle and Lolly's reasons for allying with Gumbald are definitely multifaceted. their familial bond definitely factors into it - we see that on top of doing reconnaissance/sabotage work like in Marcy and Hunson Chicle has completed a lot of paintings for Gumbald's base, which seem to be done completely voluntarily, as when he runs away from working on the horse painting for fear of the base getting breached, Gumbald doesn't punish him or even look annoyed. there's also the way that Gumbald looks angry when Jake splashes Chicle with the dum-dum solution harmless contents of the celebration bucket, his sad expression when speaking with Crunchy, and his sending Crunchy away from the battlefield to safety.

I think that there's also an aspect of practicality - after all, when they first got reverted at the end of Skyhooks II they had literally nobody else but each other. even if nobody but Bonnie knew what they looked like, they still look so much like her that they'd be sure to grab attention if they went out undisguised. and Chicle does mention a "secret goal [to] never die" in Gumbaldia, so he must have decided that Gumbald and Lolly had the best shot of helping him attain that goal.

and now I'm thinking of the interactions that they could have, since I think they'd shake out differently depending on which form they'd be in. Chicle seems a lot more openly insecure about how he's perceived than Crunchy does - he's defensive about his laugh, for instance, and he cracks jokes almost compulsively - the mime comment, the "high standing" joke, the "oops, was that bad" taunt - and he’s intensely ashamed when he gets juiced. I'm not sure how Simon would react to that, to be honest, but I think the Ice King would be very validating - my mental image is kind of based on the Ice King's friendship with Abracadaniel. Crunchy's not devoid of insecurity - he looks very offended about being called "the new Cinnamon Bun" - but he seems to channel that into ruthlessness. this would make for really entertaining Ice King interactions and with Simon… well, I think that Betty's ruthless side is one of the things that Simon loves about her! also, on a more serious note, I think that if we're specifically talking about interactions that take place during the Fionna and Cake time period, Crunchy would be able to give Simon hope. after all, even though getting turned back into a candy person was something Chicle was terrified of, we see that he's still living well (and alive 1000+ years later, to boot. keep it up king at this rate you really will never die)!

again, thank you for the ask! I salute you in your shipping endeavors 🫡

[mikuni14]

Be My Favorite Ep 6

Every episode of BMF impresses me with how realistic it is. Most of what happens in this show has either been experienced by me or I’ve seen it happen to someone else. The conversations are so real and have a natural flow. This is the kind of cinematography that I love the most, where it doesn't matter if the production is about time travel, sci-fi, ancient Rome. If the production has a logical plot and is universal on the principle that as a human being I can see myself or other different than me people in it, even if the story is crazy, I'll love it 💖

I noticed that in each episode of BMF I focus on something else, this time it was struggling with the problem of a sick family member. Everything Kawi went through in this episode is painfully real, and I think a lot of people will find themselves in those situations. Being sick with worry, the financial aspect of it all, long queues for treatments, euphoria of finding a quicker solution, how to start a converstation about it and not sound stupid, or like a beggar, to not ruin it?, humiliation when you have to ask for money, for a chance for your loved one TO LIVE, how rich people are detached from this humiliating reality (I fully understand Kawi running away from that dinner, his lashing out on Pisaeng, when Pear cutely asks her father to help Kawi's father as if she were asking him for money to buy new shoes, not to save someone's life), discouragement and wanting to give up and finally, gritting your teeth, forgetting about the dignity and literally begging for help. And Kawi's conversation with his father, who is so stubborn, and whines and doesn't want to go to the doctor because "everything is fine" and "worry about yourself".... I don't know if there is anyone in the world who hasn't had such a conversation with their father they care about 😤😅

When Max said he liked what the politician was saying, my first thought was: oh my sweet summer child. But then I remembered he's only about 20, so that's understandable. The whole conversation between Pisaeng and his mother (and the politician in question) was very interesting. And I wasn't even very angry with her, because this woman IS a politician and unfortunately that's what it looks like. Is what she's doing to her son wrong? Absolutely. But sadly, that's the reality. Somehow I immediately remembered a sentence, I think it was from the series My Gear And Your Gown, it went something like this: parents are okay with this whole LGBT thing, as long as it’s not about their children. Who Piseang is, including his sexual orientation, can affect his mother's political career, so he is placed under surveillance. She’s accepting towards other people from the community, she also accepts her son, but she looks at him not only as a mother, but also as a politician. Again, the series showed the reality without sugarcoating. From time to time, stories from the family life of the famous politicians break through the news, their hypocrisy in saying one thing and doing something else. BMF does it quite gently anyway, and the mother is shown as a liberal person, while in reality, often in conservative environments, children’s life (not only LGBT, simply DIFFERENT than the ideal with which you can pose for a photo) is a nightmare. 

What else? With sort of motherly fondness, I watched my boy Kawi "I'm totally in love with Pear and totally straight" as he accepts another guy's feelings, talks to him about those feelings, asks him about them, touches that guy, plays with his hair, kisses him, lets him do other things (although he lies like a log and looks like he “closed his eyes and thinks about England” lol, ok I know he's drunk but it’s just so funny). Yes Kawi, you are definitely in love with a woman and nothing LGBT happens to you at all. You almost convinced us all. 

I was afraid that upset Pear would agree to a go on a “date” with Not just because he talked to her. Fortunately, the girl knows her worth and I hope she will know it for the rest of her life. The converstation about Kawi's orientation was HORRIBLE. Not started it probably to stop Pear’s potentially budding feelings for Kawi, which just proves how awful he is. Anyway, it was so wrong and gross.

✨Kawi is still my beloved, ‘perfect in how imperfect he is’, struggling boy, ✨Piseang is still my beloved, ‘perfect in how he appears to be perfect, but is in fact imperfect’, lonely boy. Both are great, I haven't seen such interesting, compelling characters in a long time, I’m so happy 🥺 

I like everything about this series. 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

[mimisempai]

Be yourself

Summary

At the beginning of their relationship, Greg still tries to impress Mycroft. To the point that when he can't, frustrated, his words go beyond his thoughts and put him in a situation he regrets.

The only solution is to apologize, but will Mycroft accept it.

Mystrade Monday 2.0  #98 “You can do this.”

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On Ao3

Rating G - 1042 words

"You really shouldn't have said that."

How many times had he said that to himself?

Greg knew he had crossed the line, just because he was offended that Mycroft was right. Because he wanted to impress his lover for once. Because he hated the distance he felt between them professionally. Because he resented Mycroft for not giving him a single gesture or look that would have made Greg feel that they were more than acquaintances. He had scolded Mycroft in front of everyone, just because of a little hurt feelings.

"Come on boss, don't get mad..." Sally had patted him on the back as they walked down the steps outside the police station and continued in a conspiratorial tone, "Just because your boyfriend was right doesn't mean you have to get so upset..."

Once again he kicked the tires of his car with all his might and replied, "Boyfriend? I don't care about Mycroft."

Which, of course, had been completely wrong. It was precisely because he cared that he had become angry. While they were in the early stages of their relationship, Greg was not at all self confident and just when he thought Mycroft was beginning to respect him, he had destroyed it all with a few words. He had made it personal when he had promised himself to always be professional where Mycroft was concerned, no matter how their relationship developed.

"You really shouldn't have said that."

He'd been thinking about it all day, wondering how it could have come to this in just a few words. 

That's why he was there now, after confronting Anthea, outside Mycroft's office door, trying to stop himself from running away.  But Greg also knew that he couldn't go home without dealing with the situation. Because Greg knew he had a lot to lose if he didn't. 

He whispered to himself, "You can do this," and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in."

He opened the door, still having no idea how to make things right with the other man. His lover. 

How to apologize without looking ridiculous. 

Lost in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed that he was standing in the doorway and Mycroft was now standing in front of him. Looking gorgeous as always. And Greg felt even more pitiful.

"So Detective, are you done sulking?"

The other man had asked him in a slightly ironic tone, but Greg felt he could detect something else, something like uncertainty.

Greg figured there were only so many ways to handle the situation. He gathered his courage, took a breath, and began: "I'm sorry..."

But Mycroft interrupted him, "Wait Greg..." he put his hand on Greg's arm and pulled him into the office, then after closing the door behind them, he pulled him to two chairs in a corner of his office. He made him sit down and sat in front of him, moving his chair closer so their knees touched. He grabbed Greg's hand and said sheepishly, "Actually, I'm the one who's sorry."

Greg gasped in surprise and Mycroft chuckled at his reaction, "Yes, even I can sometimes admit to being wrong when it is justified. While I still believe my solution was the best, I wasn't very tactful in the way I presented it, and for that I sincerely apologize." 

Greg shook his head, he knew when he was wrong and he wasn't going to let Mycroft take the blame for what had happened.

He cleared his throat and said in a firm voice, "Thank you, but that doesn't change the fact that I didn't have to react the way I did. I don't know why I got so carried away, my wounded self-esteem probably..." Greg punctuates his comment with a little self-deprecating laugh. He certainly wasn't going to tell Mycroft that what had pissed him off most was the distance their professional relationship had put between them and the fact that he had wanted to impress him. One humiliation was enough for one day.

It was without counting on the perspicacity of his lover.

Mycroft intertwined their fingers and said carefully, "I had a feeling it was more..." Mycroft paused before continuing, "Personal..."

It seemed that humiliation could not be avoided. But could he refuse Mycroft an explanation when he looked at him with such understanding and gentleness?

He jumped in and replied quietly, "Because I hated the distance that was between us in this room while we had this relationship. I know, I am well aware that in a professional context this was perfectly normal but I was frustrated that there was no sign that our relationship was anything else. And finally, to be honest, it was mostly because I wanted to impress you for once, on my ground, where I'm good."

Expecting a wry, Holmesian retort, only Mycroft's gentle voice replied softly, "But, Greg, you never had to do anything to impress me. You just have to be yourself. Don't put me on a pedestal, be yourself with your words, which sometimes go further than your thoughts, your open-mindedness, your inexhaustible empathy. I don't want a fake Greg, the one you think I like, I want the real one. Don't you think that after all this time, after trusting you with my brother, that I might have had some idea of who you were? I know you, Gregory Lestrade, and I want you as you are."

He really had been an idiot, hadn't he?

The only one putting obstacles between them was him.

So it was easy for him to say the following words, "I'm sorry for the way I acted and for saying you were an insufferable know-it-all."

Mycroft chuckled, "Don't worry, I've heard worse. To be honest, Greg, you're nice even when you're insulting people, and if you hadn't slammed the door you would have seen that I didn't take offense."

"I really acted like a brat, didn't I?" He didn't wait for an answer and continued, "I'm really sorry, Mycroft."

Mycroft nodded, "Apology accepted, now hurry up and kiss me and let's move on to something more pleasant."

Greg didn't need to hear it twice, he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Mycroft's in a kiss that washed away the last bitter remnants of that day.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Im Right Here

Word count : 1,749

Pairing: Claire x Richard Jerimovich

Warning: slight angst, ex boyfriend, cheating, heavy detailed sex and cigarettes

Notes: this is My weird continuation of Wake up and tell me what you mean by Imbarelysorry (fpink202) on A03

also I haven’t wrote a fanfic since middle school…I’m in college now LMAOOOO C please bear with me! This was a fun free write <3 Wrote this to Right Here by Chase Atlantic

It’s been a month since Claire jerked him off in his sleep, and they had to break up again because of that. The whole situation made her very insecure about her looks. Is it because I’m too fat? My breasts are too small. Fuck, could it be that I’m getting wrinkles? What was wrong with me? She stood in the mirror. In her bedroom, trying to find a solution to her mind running rampant. Her phone buzzed loudly in her eerily silent room. Was it Carmen? Another redundant apology text? She hoped it was Carmy; a deep part of her was hoping he would talk to her after months of no contact. She turned and leaned on her bed as she reached out for her phone. Carm? No, it’s...Richie?

Rich: Hey Clair bear, I hope you are well."

Me:"Cousin, likewise"

"What’s up with him?" She thought out loud.

Rich: "Can you come to the Bear? I know it might be a lot to ask for."

She rolls her eyes and responds with a thumbs-up emoji, to which Richie responds by hearting it. She gets up and tries to look presentable.

She only threw on her blue and white striped mini dress with her white thigh-high boots.

She’s not trying to impress anyone; she’s lying to herself, of course; she wants that long nose fuck she called her boyfriend way back when from the vixen that has him wrapped around her finger. There's a slight chance that they might end up back together, but it doesn’t hurt to test the theory. Before leaving, She puts on His favorite perfume and leaves. She makes it and waits in the back. Then she heard a voice.

"Good afternoon, m'lady." Richie approached Claire chuckled, "Hello cousin," and he went in for a hug, which she reciprocated. "You look beautiful." "Thank you" He pulls away and takes her tiny hand in his. "Come with me." She follows her into the back of the office; sugar isn’t here, but guess who? "Cousin." Richie said sternly: Carman looked and saw his ex-girlfriend looking as beautiful as ever.

"Claire"

"Carman"

Hearing his name called by her makes his heartache. "I’m sorry"

"Don’t start, please."

"Claire please.."

"I don’t want to hear that shit, Carmen!" She yelled, and He jerked back in his seat.

"Is this some kind of joke, like you got Richie to pull me out of my house just to say that?" Ooohh iM sO sOrrY ClAiRe"

He bites his thumb, trying to figure out what he can say because he’s so shocked. "I-i..." He can’t muster up the words to say anything. She’s near tears. He hasn’t changed from that night of the opening, the night of her using him in his sleep. All the Red flags were there; she was too blind to the fact that he only wants what he wants and doesn’t want her in it.

She turns. "Excuse me" and walks past Richie to go outside. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, pressing the cigarette against her lips and inhaling. Pulling it out and exhaling. Her tears rolling down her cheeks make the aftertaste of her cigarette worse than how she feels. She sniffles and tries to catch her breath until a large hand touches her shoulder. She turns her head and sees that it’s Richie. She jumps into his arms, bawling her eyes out in silence with only wine and sniffles. Shh, shh, I know, I know." "Why did it have to be like this?" "Because he’s a little weirdo. He doesn’t understand that He was presented with somebody so fucking great." She hums and sniffles in reply.

Look, you’re not the problem; he just doesn’t know what he wants right now. Please don’t let that fuckface get under your skin." Richie brushes her hair to the side and looks at her. He wipes the tears from her face. She looks back, and her stomach starts feeling warm. She never noticed how kind and gentle he was. She knew he was a cool and nice dude, but she had never seen him like this. "You want me to take you home?" Yes, please," she sighed. Okay, let’s go." They get in his car, and he drives her home. She pulls off her heels and curls up. Lying on the leather car seat, in the front, like a passenger princess. He pulls it off without telling anyone, not even Carmen. When they reach her apartment, they pull into the parking lot. "Will you stay over?" Claire asked Richie side-eyed her and lifted one eyebrow. He blinks and says, "Um... I could, of course, if that’s okay?"

She nods her head in response, and he gets out of the car, holding her hand. Claire had an idea for how she could get back at her ex-boyfriend. They enter her building and her apartment, and once inside, Claire pulls Richie onto the couch and kisses him deeply as she pushes him down so that he is lying on top of her. His hands roam all over her body, while hers run through his short but grabbable dark brown hair. They lay there making out for a while before the weight of the situation hit Richie, who got up quickly and asked "W-Wait what are we doing?" Claire whispers, "We’re having sex." Her heart beats faster as she waits for him to kiss her again, but instead, he backs away.

"I-I can’t. It’s wrong"

"Why?" she whimpered. "Sorry, it’s just that I feel horrible if I do, and what about cousin?" Claire rolled her eyes. "It will be fun, and he won’t have to know."

Claire then pulls Richie closer and kisses him on the lips and the neck. He grunts, and she pushes him down again. Richie then kisses Claire passionately; his hands move under her dress and start to fondle her boobs. They stop for a second, and Richie looks at her in the eyes. "Are you sure?" Claire smiles and nods her head. Richie then starts unbuttoning his pants. He pulls down his underwear and reveals his massive cock.

He moves closer and pulls her dress up over her head, revealing her naked body. She looks away in embarrassment, but Richie grabs her by the chin and makes her look into his eyes. "You're so beautiful." He leans down and starts kissing her again. Richie takes his cock and starts rubbing the tip against her slit. The feeling sends shivers down her spine. He looks into her eyes and pushes himself into her entrance. "Oh, God!"

She Cried out as his dick went deeper and deeper into her aching Vag. Richie grunts and groans as he feels her tight pussy wrapped around his cock, giving her every inch of him with so much love. Her body starts to move on its own as she wraps her legs around him and thrusts back into him. Their bodies are sweaty and wet, slapping together like beautiful music.

Her moans grow louder and more sinful as Rich switches his rhythm from regular to two surprise deep strokes. She can feel him going deeper and deeper with each pump. Their bodies are rocking the couch, and Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens wide as the feeling of his peesche pushing against her G-spot overcomes her. Her orgasm is so powerful that her legs begin to shake; it felt like she was shocked by electricity. Her breathing became hard and fast. She felt light-headed, but she didn’t care; she was craving this. This was something Carmen couldn’t give her. Not like this. Richie is grunting and groaning as his dick keeps on hitting her G-spot.

"I'm going to cum!" He cries out, and He pulls out, releasing his seed on her stomach and breasts, whimpering as he finished. They lay there on the couch for a while before Claire gets up and goes to get in the shower. She hops in, and there’s a little dance. Her plan worked! A little too good? She feels a little bit better, but she wants more. She’s craving that man who made her feel like a virgin more. She returns to him in the same spot, still catching his breath. "I think we need to talk about this." Richie says as she comes back. "Yeah. We do. I enjoyed that."

"I did too. But...I feel guilty." Claire rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "I don't care." She climbs back on top of him and starts kissing him again. Richie is caught off guard and lets her push him down on the couch. She begins to kiss his neck and his chest. "Fuck," he says as she starts sucking on his nipples. He can't help but moan as her tongue flicks across his sensitive nubs. She works her way down his chest and stomach, stopping to lick his belly button.

Richie can't believe how much his cock is growing again. He grabs her by her little plump ass and pulls her close to him, and her lips touch the head of his cock. She opens her mouth and wraps her lips around his thick shaft. He cries out as her tongue dances on his still-sensitive cock. Her mouth feels so warm and wet, and He can't believe how intoxicating it is. He groans as her head bobs up and down on his cock. He watches as she swallows the whole thing in one gulp, which makes him gasp and buck up, causing her to gag. It doesn’t affect her; she’s a pro. She looks up at him with her big dark blue-greenish eye like a puppy dog, wanting a treat.

"Oh, God. I'm going to cum again." She hums. Her mouth is sucking and slurping on his cock, and her tongue is doing circles on his sensitive tip. He can't take anymore and releases it inside her mouth, filling His seed in her mouth and running down her chin. He pulls out, and she swallows all of his cum. He says this as he catches his breath. She giggles and wipes her mouth. "We can’t do that again," Richie said sternly, still trying to catch his breath.

"I mean, we can do whatever we want; we’re adults," Claire said, with a straight face, standing up and sitting on the couch. She’s so over Carmen and thinks Richie is a great person, and she could tell he would be a better boyfriend.