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[ashtonsunshine]

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[rocknrollbabe14]

Faithfully Eddie x Reader

Warnings: Fluff ( for the most part), smut, heavy petting, Dom Eddie?, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex (however, reader is on birth control mentioned after intercourse), p in v intercourse, cursing. I think that’s all. 

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Author’s Note: I’m not really sure what possessed me to write this. FUN FACT: the theme of this prom in my story was actually my the theme of my mom’s junior prom in 1987 (close enough lol). I pulled from some of my personal prom experiences as well. I managed to pull this out in one night and I am shocked but I feel pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Would you guys want a second part about their graduation? Let me know. As always, I am taking requests. My inbox is open. I am working on a 2nd part to “Take Me Home Tonight”. Thank you guys so much. 

“And don’t forget Hawkins High this Saturday is prom 1986 and the theme is Heaven on Earth. Remember to see Ms. Deskins for your tickets before heading home. As always, have a great weekend.”, the principal said over the announcements. 

You shut your locker easily, looking around watching several of your classmates join hands with their significant others and walk past you. You found it pretty obvious what your boyfriend was doing after school. When he wasn’t playing with his band, Corroded Coffin, he was busy being the Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club. His name? Eddie Munson. One of the most prominent outcasts of Hawkins High. You all had defied the rules of the social circle at your high school. You, being a band geek and straight A student and Eddie being well—Eddie the rule breaker. The bell had already rang and you knew where Eddie was. 

His Hellfire club usually met in room 210, Mrs. Denver’s class room. You decided to truly go see if that’s where he was. And if you were a betting woman, you would bet on it. You adjusted your backpack on your shoulders as you walked down the hallway, getting ready to hit the stairs. You were eager to see him even though you all had lunch period together. High school was still a very judgemental place, but with Eddie those things didn’t matter. Social circles. Popularity. None of that. Posters plastered the school walls reminding everyone prom was this weekend. 

Prom was one of the biggest events of your senior year. Your junior prom was definitely not memorable. You’d rather forget it, if you could. It was an important night for most girls. The night their boyfriends (begrudgingly) would dress up to the nines and show their girlfriends off. Several rom-coms from the 80s displayed this. Pretty in Pink had not been out long and you hoped your prom this year would be memorable. You passed recognizable faces like Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley. 

You neared room 210 and decided to peep through the glass window. You could already hear indistinctive shouting and shuffling. You saw Eddie sitting at the “head” of the table as he was the Dungeon Master. His doe brown eyes wide open and he shouted some sentence relevant to D&D. You easily turned the door knob as quietly as you could not to disrupt them. Several of the members of his club eyed you, distracted from the game, causing Eddie to frown almost immediately. 

“Sorry.”, you mustered quietly. 

Eddie realized just what caught their attention. He got up from his spot. “Hang on guys. Time out.”

Eddie jumped over the bar on the opposite side of his desk that he and his group had scooted together to make a make shift table. His handkerchief in his back pocket brushed outward as his feet landed on the ground. He walked towards you. 

“Hey sweetheart.”, Eddie whispered.

Chatter from the group picked up and they eyed you as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ears. 

“Hey. Did you remember to pick up our tickets for prom?”, you asked easily. 

Eddie smiled, whipping something out of his pocket quickly, showing them to you like he had just won the lottery. There was two tickets for your all’s senior prom. They were pink with the theme, date, and time. Eddie had admitted to you that for his past couple of senior years, he did not attend prom and did not have any desire to. You had began asking him as soon as they began taking votes for the theme of prom. He gave into you. How could he tell you no? Your face lit up as he displayed the tickets to you. 

“I wouldn’t forget sweetheart.”, he smiled as he kissed your cheek easily.

“She would have killed you dude.”, Dustin spoke up, laughing until Eddie gave him a death glare, telling him to shut up. 

Eddie slid them back into his pocket and patted them for safe keeping. 

You smiled easily. “Got your tux and all?”

You appeared more anxious than Eddie did. You had picked out a dress, accessories, shoes, clutch. The whole nine yards. You had decided on a light pink silk cocktail dress. Eddie hadn’t seen it yet but you showed him an ad out of a teen magazine of the exact same color yours was. It meant a lot to you that he would pay attention when you talked about things that were important to you. 

“Yes princess. Don’t worry.”, he laughed. 

A feeling of relief came over you. You worried at times Eddie would back out of going to prom with you, but he hadn’t. I mean, you still weren’t out of the woods with it yet, but you knew he understood how important this was to you. Everyone had been chattering at lunch about their plans for the evening like going to see a movie and eat, go shopping, etc. It was called “pre-prom”. You had wondered if you and Eddie were going to do something in preparation from prom but hadn’t asked him. It was usually later in the evening when Eddie and his Hellfire Club would wrap up their D&D meeting.

“Okay. How long do you think you’ll be here?”, you asked him easily. 

He scratched his head, trying to mentally calculate the answer to this in his head. “Uh—probably 5 or 6.”

You nodded. “Okay. Do you have any plans after?”

Eddie shook his head. “No. Do you and F/N have anything planned? Like nails or whatever?”

Your heart sank a little that Eddie had not taken it upon himself to plan a date for tonight before the one of the biggest nights of your all’s senior year minus graduation. You were mentally trying to give him the benefit out of the doubt. This was his first time going to prom after all. He probably didn’t know exactly how this works. This made you almost immediately feel less hard at him. 

“We are doing that tomorrow. After our hair.”

Eddie nodded. “Want me to come by before I head home? Or do you want to come to the trailer?”

You didn’t know why this mattered so much to you because it’s not like you wouldn’t see him tomorrow and have him almost all day. Plus, maybe if you were smart enough you could spend the night with him. His Uncle Wayne wouldn’t mind but your parents on the other hand, would have a real conniption. Eddie was already not the boy they wanted their baby girl with. Your dad always said he needed a hair cut and jeans with no holes in them. Your dad maybe even called him a loser. Your mom was less harsh when it came to insulting Eddie. Her biggest critique was that he would drag you down with him, prevent you from going to college and making something of yourself, and sleep with you and leave. You would try to defend him to your parents, but to no avail. 

It was useless for you to even try to convince them otherwise. One night after a huge argument regarding Eddie, you snuck back down the stairs and overheard your parents talking. Your dad was still seething, leaning over the sink, huffing. Your mom stood behind him comforting him, telling him to pray this was just a phase. She was sure it was just a phase. Something to make them angry and ruffle their feathers. That’s what teenagers did this day and time. But you knew deep down inside, this was not a phase, You loved Eddie and wanted to be with him. They just couldn’t come to terms with it. They were definitely not thrilled you were going to prom with Eddie. Your dad threatened not to pay for your prom dress, but somehow, your mom had mercy on you and convinced him that just because he didn’t like this heathen (as she called him) not to take it out on his precious daughter. 

Your plan after high school was to go away to college to get away from your parents. Eddie did not like this plan because he knew he could not follow you to your dream college. But he told you he loved you and wanted what was best for you. However, as graduation was approaching, you weren’t so sure about this plan anymore. The thought of leaving Eddie killed you. What if he fell out of love with you? What if he found another woman? Maybe a cheerleader. You shook the thoughts away when they approached. Long distance did not work out most of the time. I mean, sure you could write letters and call occasionally. Maybe even have him drive out to the campus, but it wouldn’t be the same. 

“Drop by after ten. Mom and dad should be in bed.”, you held his hands, feelings his cold rings chill the skin between your fingers. 

He nodded and you all exchanged a mutual kiss, his tongue trying to entangle in yours but you cut him short. “Later.”, you smirked.

He smirked back. “Okay babe. Love you.”

“I love you too.”

He gave you a longing look as he returned to his place at the head of the table. 

“Now where were we?”, his voice excitingly picked back up, resuming his D&D game.

You smiled to yourself as you turned and exited the classroom. Eddie was really trying and that was enough for you. You were the first to arrive home before either of your parents. You decided to sit in the chair and read over a few teen magazines to pass the time away. Two hours passed and your mom came through the door with an armful of groceries. You all exchanged pleasantries and you helped her put them away accordingly. You could reason with your mom the best, but even that was hard when it came to Eddie. 

“Excited about the big day tomorrow?”, your mom attempted to make conversation.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Your mom stopped putting groceries away and you could feel her eyes on you. “You don’t seem so excited.”

You sighed, finishing putting the groceries away from the brown paper bag you had chose. “I am. I just know you don’t like Eddie. And you all didn’t really want me to go with him.”

You didn’t meet her gaze. You turned away from the cabinet and went to place the paper bag with the others that your mom stored. You heard her sigh deeply. “Sweetheart, we just want what’s best for you.”

You weren’t facing her so this was the perfect time to roll your eyes. It was unheard of in this day and time to back talk your parents and you didn’t feel like getting in a fight with your mom and dad the night before prom was such a great idea. Maybe if you didn’t respond she would just drop it. You all needed to have this conversation but not right now. There was tension in the air and it felt so thick it could be cut with a knife. 

“I’m going to call F/N.”, you finally said as you took off, high-tailing it to your room, not giving your mom another opportunity to speak on the matter. 

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You spent the majority of the rest of the evening talking on your pink corded phone in your room to F/N. You all talked about how excited you were for this milestone. You all talked about your dates, what you had to wear, what time you all would get your nails and hair done, all the cliche stuff. The only time you were off the phone was for dinner which was filled with tension. By that time, your father was home from work and you also had to converse with him. 

Night time fell upon Hawkins. And for that you were thankful. You and your parents shared goodnights. You eyed the grandfather clock in the living room. 9:40 p.m. 20 more minutes and Eddie would be here. Your heart began to skip a beat. You closed the door to your room. Your lamp dimly lit your room. You stared over at your record collection, your vanity, then your eyes jolted to your prom dress hanging on the back of your closet door. Your spirit perked up as you turned off your lamp, giving your parents the illusion you were going to bed. You laid there, closing your eyes just imagining what tomorrow night would entail. 

You were close to dozing off when you saw the reflection of headlights hit the walls of your bedroom. Eddie. You arose from your bed and immediately peered out your bedroom window. Sure enough, it was his van. He immediately cut the engine and lights off, attempting to not draw attention to himself. You definitely did not need your mom and dad catching you all meeting up at night. The words that would fly. You threw your robe on over your night gown and gently took the stairs, being careful to miss the creaky spots. You easily opened the door to see Eddie standing outside his van. 

You took off running across your walkway. His arms were spread open instantly, waiting for you to be enveloped into them. And that’s exactly what you did. He kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your back and it felt so comforting. 

“How was your meeting?”, you whispered, breathlessly against his chest, taking in the faint smell of his cologne. 

“Great. Kas the Bloody Handed always kicks ass.”, he smiled, kissing your head again. 

You smiled against his chest, him just continuing to hold you. Your grip tightened as you wrapped your hands around his chest, edging your hands up his back. This may sound corny and you knew it did, but you could feel the love between you all. Eddie was your safe haven. He was your home and this was what was causing you to second guess your plans to go away to college. He would never tell you the thought of you leaving killed him just as much as it did you. He wanted you to be happy and he didn’t want to stand in your way. He didn’t want to be the force that held you back. 

“How was your evening?”, he asked as you both looked into each other’s eyes.

“Fine. Just hung out here.”

“Did I upset you today?”, Eddie asked, all of a sudden. 

He ran his ring-clad hand through your hair, wrapping a small amount around his hand, barely tugging at it. Was he trying to seduce you? 

“No. Why would you ask?”, you eyed him, feeling a tingling sensation run through your body. 

“Just felt like I did. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t want to see you or somethin’.”, he once again brought you tighter against him. 

“No Eddie, I just am ready for tomorrow.”

“Me too princess. For once. My last chance at prom. I want to make it memorable.”, he chuckled before kissing you.

You all shared a passionate kiss under the moonlight and whispered sweet nothings until Eddie decided it was time to let you go to bed. You cuddled up to your extra pillow, dreaming what tomorrow night would be like. 

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It was finally here. The night you had been waiting for. You stood back in front of your full-length mirror, taking in the sight of you in your dress. You took a deep breath before letting it go and gave a twirl in your dress. Your Whitney Houston record played softly in the background, playing one of your favorite songs. “Saving All My Love For You”. Was this a precursor to tonight? Every love song made you think of Eddie. You couldn’t help it. No matter how hard you tried to refocus, it was no use. You might as well accept it. You were madly in love with him. You checked your make-up one last time. Perfect. You spritzed your favorite perfume on. Obsession by Calvin Klein.

The song changed on your record player.  You pulled the needle back, allowing the record to spin. You dialed the knob off and the record came to a halt. You closed the door to your bedroom and made your way downstairs. You and Eddie had decided he would be here by 6:00 p.m. This would give your parents time to take pictures and for you all not to be rushed to make it to the school. You reached the bottom of the stairs and your mom and dad were waiting at the bottom. Your mom had the camera and instantly began snapping pictures.

“Mom.”, you sighed, covering your face easily.

“Oh honey let me take your picture. Pose at the bottom of the staircase.”, she pleaded, placing the camera back up to her eyes. 

You obliged her request, placing your hand on your hip and one on the bottom railing. She snapped a few pictures. Your dad was even beaming, which surprised you. You, once again, eyed the grandfather clock. 5:55 p.m. Eddie, please hurry you pleaded silently. All of a sudden, your heart stopped when the doorbell rang. Eddie was here. The moment of truth. Your mom went to open the door. You felt as though your heart was going to burst out of your chest. The door opened slowly revealing Eddie in a suit. 

“Hi Mr and Mrs. L/N.”, he smiled. 

He held a box in his hand and he tugged at his bow tie nervously. He was so damn cute. What did you ever do to deserve him?

“Edward.”, your father said dryly. 

“Come in.”, your mom brushed her dress. 

He stepped into the house cautiously as if he was waiting for the other shoe to fall. You held your breath and said another silent prayer that your parents would not take this as an opportunity to berate your boyfriend. You could have sworn you almost could see his hands shaking. Eddie proceeded to walk towards you, bringing the box up closer to him. You could hear your mom’s camera shuttering. 

“You look beautiful.”, Eddie whispered as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful corsage to match your dress. 

Your mouth opened in surprise and you practically felt like crying. “Wow, Eddie. It’s beautiful.”

He smiled. “I was hoping you would say that.”

He laid the box down on the couch cushion and brought his attention back to you, corsage in hand. You held out your wrist easily. Without hesitation, he slid the corsage on your wrist. He looked up at you and took your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. You all would get through this moment together. Eddie made everything so much easier. 

Several pictures and poses later, you and Eddie exited the house with your parents telling you all to be careful. No drinking. No drugs. No sex. And while, you both smiled and promised, you weren’t sure you all could stick to that promise. 

You all parked in the school parking lot, watching your classmates line up to enter the school. Eddie cut the engine off and put his arm behind you. 

“Ready sweetheart?”, he eyed the crowd nervously.

Eddie wasn’t nervous when it came to playing a crowd at his Corroded Coffin concerts but tonight he seemed increasingly nervous and on edge. You took his hand in yours easily and looked into his doe brown eyes. 

“This really means a lot to me that you are doing this.”

You all shared another deep kiss before he came around and helped you out of the van. You all held hands as you headed towards the line that was becoming increasingly longer to enter the high school. Teachers instructed everyone to line up with their dates and prepare to have their picture taken with a Polaroid camera at the entrance. You were trying to savor every moment of tonight. Eddie held your hand, brushing over it with his fingers ever so often. You were stunned to realize his rings were missing. 

The night seemed to fly by. The DJ played upbeat rock and pop songs. You and Eddie danced so much that you had to shed your heels. Steve had came over and teased Eddie about cleaning up real nice. They had announced Prom King and Queen. The clock on the wall displayed 10:45 p.m by analog. You and Eddie had professional pictures taken in front of a back drop. It was indeed a cliche prom but it had been one of the best nights of your life. You had almost checked off all the boxes on your mental prom list. 

“Alright Hawkins High, it’s almost the end. We’re gonna play a slow song. Grab the one you love. Congratulations class of 1986.”, the DJ spoke as he changed records. 

Eddie immediately looked at you. “Shall we dance?”

You nodded, scooting your heels to the side. All of a sudden, the entrance of a familiar song played out across the entire gymnasium. Everyone was pairing up with their dates, preparing to slow dance. Eddie wasted no time doing the same. You wrapped your arms around his neck, his curly hair brushing your hands. 

Highway run into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You’re on my mind

Eddie pulled you closer, you laying your head on his shoulder. You both were swaying to the music, totally letting all the outside world slip away. 

Restless hearts sleep alone tonight

Sending all my love on the wire

They say that the road ain’t no place to start a family

Right down the line, it’s been you and me

And lovin’ a music man ain’t always what it’s supposed to be

Eddie had been humming the song up to this point as you all slow danced together. You felt so close to him right now. No one else in the room mattered. However, at this point, Eddie began singing the words, his lips touching your ears. His breath tickled your ear sending chills down your spine. 

“Oh girl you stand by me. I’m forever yours, faithfully.”

At this point you began to tear up and let one slip out of your eyes. Eddie noticed and pulled one of his arms from behind your back. His thumb traced over your cheek, wiping that tear away. You pulled your head off his chest to look up at him. He continued to sing the song from that point on always emphasizing the chorus.

“Eddie.”, you whispered into his ear as the song was nearing an end. 

“Yes sweetheart?”, he breathed, a hitch in his voice.

“Let’s do it.”, you breathed.

Eddie was caught off guard by this but quickly gained his footing. “Really?”

“Really.”, you smiled as the song ended and you all shared a tender kiss, setting the tone for the night ahead.

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It was on as soon as you all cleared the trailer door. Eddie’s Uncle Wayne wasn’t home, thankfully. You and Eddie were full on making out, practically shoving each other’s tongues down each others throats. He tossed his tux jacket off, throwing it on the floor. You reached for his neck, quickly undoing his bow tie. You threw it blindly. 

“My room.”, his voice raspy, demanded.

You followed his command and you all made out all the way down the hallway leading to his room, bumping into the wall every now and then. He never took his lips off yours to throw his door open. He slammed the door behind you all once you cleared the door way. You moved your hands to the top of the buttons, beginning to aggressively unbutton them to run your hand down his chest. 

“Lay on the bed.”, Eddie breathed between kisses. 

You did as he told you to. He finished unbuttoning his shirt, tossing it to his bedroom floor. Metal band posters decorated his walls. His guitar in the corner. You laid on the bed, feeling the fabric of his sheets chill your back. It was cool. Eddie unbuttoned his pants, dropping them to the floor. Your eyes widened as he came over to you on the bed, just in his boxers. You could already see his hard on peeping through the fabric of his boxers. 

“Relax baby.”, he breathed against you. 

You closed your eyes, giving Eddie the liberty to lead this time. He easily lifted your dress up, feeling his way up your thighs to the hem of your panty hose. He began kissing you slowly as he hovered over you, beginning to slip the panty hose down your legs. His hands brushed down your thighs, legs, and then your feet, eventually able to toss them in the floor. He now had access to your bare legs and he took the opportunity to run his thick, calloused hands across them. 

You let out a small moan, your body instantly relaxing under his touch. This was satisfying for him. His hands wandered up your thighs, spreading your thighs apart gently. His fingers grazed over your lace panties, focusing particularly on your opening. You felt a your back arch slightly at his action. He moved his hands from your opening back up to the hem of your lace panties, beginning to pull them down your legs. You opened your eyes to look at him and he had a devilish grin on his face. 

He stopped halfway, towering over you as if he was going to be preforming missionary. But instead he kissed your lips. You were wanting more but he left your lips, moving down your neck, brushing his face over the silk of your dress, down to your thighs where he had left your underwear and suddenly his hair brushed your legs, indicating his face was very close to the flesh of your legs. You felt your panties slide on down your legs. Eddie came up with your black lace panties between his teeth. 

If he was trying to blow your mind, he was accomplishing just that. 

He smiled as he took them in his hands. “Hm I think I’ll keep this as a trophy, what do ya think sweetheart?”

You gulped deeply, desiring him more than you had ever before. A burning sensation was pooling deep in the pit of your stomach. He chuckled as he gave them a gentle toss to his bedside table. 

“Now let’s get you out of this dress.”, he muttered as you turned over letting him unzip it, it giving away instantly. He let you toss it down, leaving you in just a strapless bra. You were facing his wall, getting ready to turn back over when you felt him smack your ass, causing you to jump.

“Too much?”, he asked as he ran his hands down your waist, feeling over your ass. 

You shook your head. “No.”

“That’s my good girl.”, he cooed with praise. “Now turn back over for me.”

You once again followed his command. He eyed your practically naked body. He licked his lips, pulling down his boxers letting his member spring free. You couldn’t help but look at it. You, then, turned your attention back up to him. He took himself in his hands and gave his cock a couple hard strokes. Closing his eyes, he focused on it. All you could do is watch in awe.

His eyes popped back open and he sat down on the bed beside of you. He traced his initial on your thigh, before starting to kiss you again, distracting you as he spread your thighs once again, his fingers instantly finding your clit and tracing it, teasing you. You let out an moan as he inserted two fingers in your throbbing pussy. 

“God you’re so wet for me.”, he breathed against your skin. 

“Mhmmm.”, was all you could muster.

He fingered you relentlessly for a few minutes, ensuring that you were ready for what was to come next. After he felt you were prepared for him, he slid his fingers out causing you to look up. 

“Why’d you stop?”, you asked quickly. “I was so close.”, you moaned.

Eddie smirked. “I’m gonna take care of you in the best way sweetheart.”

You felt him climb on top of you, beginning to kiss your neck as he teased your entrance with his hard cock. You felt your breathing hitch, just wishing he would get it over with already and put it in you. 

“Put in in please Ed-Eddie.”, you hiccuped.

He was happy to oblige you. “As you wish sweetheart.”

All of a sudden, the moment you all had been working towards was here. He teased your entrance once more with his hard cock before inserting it without warning, causing you to gasp. He let out a groan as he began to start a rhythm, working in and out of you with ease. You pulled him flush against you, digging your nails into his back, causing his breathing to hitch. He was hitting all the right spots. That feeling returned, the one pooling in the pit of your stomach. You felt him pulsing inside of you against your walls, causing you to grip him tighter. 

“God you’re so beautiful babe.”, he huffed as he worked in and out of you, having the perfect rhythm. 

You moaned as Eddie took on of your legs, leaving it over his shoulder. Your pink toes right beside of his head. This caused him to go deeper, which in turn, made you clench around him tighter. His eyes rolled back into his head as he slowed his speed, teasing the absolute hell out of you. 

“You’re so-so go—good at this.”, you gulp as you twist under him.

He smiled. “How close are you baby?”

You pulled him close against you, sharing a lazy kiss as he steadied himself to keep from falling on top of you and ruining the moment. 

“Very. Push me over the edge, Eddie. Please push me over the edge.”, you begged him breathlessly. 

“Want to cum together?”, he asked shakily through thrusts. 

“Yes.”, you breathed, feeling your body ready to betray you, ready to give into him. 

He shoved deeper and these thrusts were different than the ones he started with. They had more desire, lust, and a craving for you behind them. 

Your back arched quickly and your finger tips dug into his back, letting him know your release was coming and very fast at that. 

“Eddie,”, you choked. “I’m gonna fu-fucking cum like ri-right now.”

“Cum for me baby.”, he was beginning to coax you through your orgasm. 

You felt yourself tighten up around him, your muscles contracting around him, cumming on his dick. This was going to set him over the edge you could tell the way he was acting. The bed was squeaking from the effort he was putting into this. You laid there, watching him finishing you. Your legs were weak and shaking at this point. You felt this was just fueling his upcoming orgasm.

“Fuck, here it comes.”, he gritted though his teeth as his dick paused and began pulsating in you, releasing his cum. 

He stayed still for a moment, letting him finish before he slowly slid himself out, some of his cum spilling out as he eased out. Your perfect hair was tainted with sweat as was his. He fell beside of you, taking his hand in yours. 

“That was amazing.”, you breathed.

He chucked as he grabbed the comforter, pulling it over you both before taking you in his arms. His clammy skin touched yours, enhancing your afterglow. He pulled you close to him even though you both had been sweating. He stroked his hand through your hair, kissing your head gently. 

“It was. I’m really gonna miss that when you go to college.”, he sighed.

You grew silent, biting your lip. 

“Speaking of,”, he began and cleared his throat. “Do I need to go to the pharmacy?”

You shook your head. “No babe, still on the pill.”

He took a sigh of relief before speaking again. “Good. All we need is a baby and your mom to blame me for you not going to your dream college.”

You laughed easily and looked up into his brown eyes before you got serious. “Eddie, I don’t think I wanna go away to college anymore.”

He looked surprised. “Are you sure? Don’t stay for me, Y/N. Please.”

You took his hand. “Eddie, I can’t bare to leave you. I want you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”, he kissed you again. 

“Forever yours…..”, you trailed off closing your eyes, feeling the afterglow fully kick in and laid your head on Eddie’s chest, snuggling into him. 

“Faithfully.”, he finished as he kissed your head again, taking you into his arms, stroking your hair until you both fell asleep. 

[zodiyack]

Oh, And One More Thing

Requested by anon: Cameron Frye x reader (not together yet) where the reader, Sloan, Ferris, and Cameron go skipping school to a cool lake and swim for like hours and have fun and then compete at foosball and stuff at an arcade and they end up kissing in the car before he drops her off?

Pairing: Cameron Frye x Female!reader

Warnings: Ittie bit o swearing, fluff, Ferris being Ferris yet again, small teen angst if you squint, small changes of FBDO’s storyline (see 2nd note), iffy writing w/ no proofreading

Note: tbch, I got the title from Sucker Punch and I’m not sorry. Also pushing-docks are amazing and so much fun, just make sure to be careful, watch your limbs (that can get stuck between the wood of the dock), and be 100% sure that you know how to swim! Anyways, I hope you liked it, anon!

YOU DON’T HAVE TO READ THIS PART, IT’S JUST ABOUT THE STORYLINE!

To change it, this is before FBDO takes place. They still steal the Ferrari & I know it doesn’t make sense but Ferris and Sloane’s kiss scene still happens-, but they get it back without Mr. Frye knowing they took it, all he notices is that something’s iffy. When FBDO happens, Cameron has his cannon reaction, but unlike the movie, it’s ‘cause his dad is already suspicious as it is, so it works out in the end 😅

Key: Bold sentences in quotations = Ferris’ voice over/breaking of le fourth wall 

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace​

Just for this post: @applecakeradio​

Masterlist

The car halted to a stop, Cameron hidden uncomfortably while he waited for Ferris to collect the two girls. Of course him and Sloane caused a small scene with their kissing. Y/n sat in a spot where she could ask Cam if he was okay without anyone who might be outside seeing, a smile gracing her face when he responded, “Not really, but I’m doing better now that you’re here.”

Finally, Ferris started the car and sped off, allowing Cameron to sit up and get comfortable for once. Y/n waited for him to move the cover before she moved next to him and away from the couple, giggling at the expression he made.

“Don’t do that, it’s dangerous.”

“Says the guy who stole his father’s Ferrari.” She teased.

“Actually, Ferris took it. I tried to stop him, I really did but-”

“Cam, it’s okay, I’m kidding.” Her laugh made his smile return. A couple more chuckles later, Sloane and Ferris were laughing as well. “Though he has a point Ferris. Anything happens, Cameron, or even you, is going to be dead.”

“Wow, thank you Y/n, I feel so much better now. Knowing my dad’ll kill me makes me jump with joy- ow!” Y/n punched Cameron’s shoulder lightly, interrupting his sarcastic comment. She turned to face him, feigning an angered expression. They held eye contact for just a few seconds before they erupted into giggles yet again.

“We’re here!” Ferris pulled over and helped Sloane out the car. Y/n got out on her own, then turned towards the car, reaching her hand out for Cameron to take.

“You’re such a gentlemen.”

“Thank you, Frye, I take my duties seriously.” She smiled before she skipped off to join Sloane.

The girls returned in bathing suits, jumping into the water and swimming around a tiny bit. The lake cooled them off in the overwhelming heat; summer was around the corner. They swam to the small dock, climbing on top of it and resting peacefully in the sun. A little too peacefully for the boys’ taste.

They exchanged glances, swimming to the dock, sitting a few seconds, then getting up and jumping. They hit the water hard. 

Both girls were now soaked head to toe, their hair and skin, previously dried from the sun’s warming caresses, were now drenched. Cameron and Ferris were too busy laughing to realize that this was now the start of a war. Y/n stood up, mock sadness covering her once joyful face. Her shivering was genuine, like Sloane’s, bodies warmed from the sun now freezing with the lake water.

“Shit, Y/n, I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

“Cameron! Don’t apologize! It was fun!”

“Shut up Ferris.” Y/n and Cameron spoke in unison.

“Anyways, yes, Cam, there is...” Her smile returned, but smaller than before.

“I’ll do anything! What is it?”

“Well it’s more something I can do, but same result, ya know?” He gave her a confused glance before he tumbled backwards into the water. Y/n laughed victoriously, Sloane joining in after she shoved Ferris into the water while he was distracted, laughing at Cameron’s surprised face and flailing arms.

She sat down on the edge, smiling mischievously. “Sorry, you guys were just looking rather hot, thought you could use something to cool you down.”

“So you think we’re hot, huh Y/n?” Ferris cackled harder when Y/n kicked water at his face. Cameron took the opportunity to get a hit in for his side of the war, ducking under water while Y/n and Sloane conversed with Ferris, quips left and right, laughter here and there.

Y/n’s shriek of surprise was loud and echoed throughout the lake as she was dragged into the water by her foot. Cameron came up first, wiping the water off his face and eyes with a cheeky smile. Y/n surfaced next, coughing out water and climbing back onto the dock.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Frye.”

Sloane and Ferris teased the boy, adding to Y/n’s threat-like-comment with the infamous “oooooo” and chuckles.

“Oh shut it” he shook his head, getting back on the dock with Y/n and hugging her apologetically. She should’ve seen it coming. Y/n hugged Cam back, then attempted to have her revenge on his second attack, shoving him into the water.

She dropped with him, splashing into the water next to him. He let go of her and climbed up the dock a third time, reaching his hand out to help Y/n back up. Y/n swam away from him with a laugh, “No, I’m not trusting you.”

“Y/n, have you really forgotten how hugs work?” Ferris chaffed, “Don’t worry, the grown ups can remind you. See, one person’s arms wrap around the other for a hug, usually the other person wraps their arms around the first person as well. So when Cameron here hugged you, and you tried to push him- well that doesn’t work, now does it?”

“Yeah, Bueller, I think I can tell.” She rested her hands atop the warm wood, pushing down and lifting herself back onto the dock. Sloane yelped as Ferris copied Cameron’s actions from before, dragging her into the water. Y/n groaned and reached out to her friend, offering her help back onto the floating surface.

She too let out a yelp, going face first into the water after Sloane grabbed her hand but pulled backwards, pulling her into the water. “Traitor!” Y/n ducked underwater and pulled Sloane down, laughing with her friend when they both resurfaced and pulled themselves upon the top of the dock again.

Sadly, their amused giggles became screams due to Cameron and Ferris picking them both up and throwing them into the water. They stood tall and proud, before Cameron turned to Ferris and surged forward, shoving his friend into the lake as well.

“I'm going to go ahead and guess that the pushing-dock is no longer the resting-dock?”

“Well, it is called a pushing-dock, Sloane.” Ferris grunted as he climbed up, then leaped at Cameron. Both boys fell backwards, hitting the water with a splash.

“What do you say, Peterson? We show these boys who’s king of the pushing-dock?”

“I suppose our kingdoms could form some kind of alliance, but I can’t promise my soldiers will stay loyal for to long.” The girls grinned, ready to take the boys and claim the dock as their prize for winning. They were at it for a couple hours, wrestling until one person fell backwards, both people fell, or even until one person pushed the other three off at the same time.

Y/n and Cameron joined forces at some point, shoving Ferris off each time he got back on, preventing him from even having a chance. True, it wasn’t the fairest of thing to do, but it made Cameron feel better about taking his father’s car.

They played chicken, Y/n on Cameron’s shoulders, Sloane on Ferris’, then Y/n on Sloane’s and Cameron on Ferris’, Sloane on Y/n’s and Ferris on Cameron’s, they continued switching partners and games until they decided they were done swimming, aka, tired themselves out.

After their fun in the lake was over, they changed their clothes and headed back to the city, stopping at the arcade and eating lunch there. Playing the games was just a pro of eating at an arcade, and the teens took it to their advantage.

“C’mon,” Cameron grabbed Y/n’s hand and pulled her to a smaller, not so digital, game. “Remember when we played here last time? It’s been a while..”

“Cameron, it’s literally been a month.”

“Exactly.”

They shared laughs and challenged each other. The foosball table was empty the time they were there, so they found it being their main source of entertainment, aside from watching Ferris try to impress Sloane on games he knew were rigged to always win.

After Cameron had won a number of times, Y/n bought churros for her and Cam, staying true to a bet they’d made on who’d win. The two leaned against the foosball table and ate their treats while they watched Ferris and Sloane’s interactions and reactions.

“Wanna play the ‘game’?” Cameron asked without moving his head, keeping his sight on the couple.

“Yep. I’ll go first.” She bit into her churro. “Oh Ferris, thank you for taking me on our lovely adventure, what a shame Y/n and Cameron had to be third and fourth wheelers though, I feel so bad for making them witness us eating face in the parking lot-”

Cameron wheezed, coughing out the bite of churro he had been eating prior to Y/n’s purposely-poor imitation of Sloane’s voice. His face was red from how hard he was laughing. Y/n joined in, laughing both in embarrassment and amusement.

Their contagious, at least between the two themselves, laughter caught the attention of the couple the game’d been about. “What happened? Are you guys okay?”

Y/n and Cameron calmed themselves, preparing to respond to Sloane, before they both pressed their lips together in attempt of preventing their laughter’s return, failing right as their eyes quickly darted to each other’s and back. Y/n hunched over, holding her stomach as he laughed violently, Cameron mirroring Y/n’s actions.

Eventually, just as all good things do, their adventure came to an end. It was time to go home, Sloane back at the school while she waited for her real father, Y/n at her house, Cameron at his, and Ferris in bed; feigning sick like usual.

Y/n’s house was closer, plus she had a tool to give to the boys so Mr. Frye didn’t notice anything off about his Ferrari, so she was their first stop. Cameron noticed Y/n tensing up the closer they got to her home and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. They both didn’t want the day to end. Really, none of the four did.

They stopped and Ferris helped Sloane out, then reached to help Y/n. She didn’t take his hand, so he awkwardly pulled away and followed Sloane to Y/n’s front door.

“You know, we can do this again, it’ll be okay.”

“No... I know we can do this again, but I can’t do... this again.” 

Cameron raised his brow with confusion. “Do what?”

Y/n inhaled, preparing to say something she’d been nervous about saying. Cameron reached for Y/n’s hand and squeezed it softly, earning a warm, thankful smile from the girl.

“I like you. A lot. As in.. more than a friend.”

He looked away, then looked back at her, squinting from the sun’s merciless glare. “...Yeah?”

“Yeah..” She blushed, raising her eyebrows and smiling awkwardly. They both laughed quiet small laughs, which could have easily been mistaken for a scoff or uneasy breathing. Just as she thought it’d been a sign of his uninterested, he grabbed her face softly and kissed her.

“You see, we all knew Cameron liked Y/n and Y/n liked Cameron, they were both just too stubborn to realize it. With our adventure, I planned some time to hang out, I didn’t expect them to...you know, kiss and all. But I’ll be happy to take credit for them finally admitting their feelings for each other. Oh, and one more thing-”

“Would you uh,” Cameron laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “possibly be interested in going out with me some time?”

“He finally asked her out.”

[geckomoon]

Yuri!!! on ice as irl skaters (part 1???)

Its 2020 and I miss yoi so here are my personal headcanons about which irl skater the you cast skate &/or act like because why the hell not.

(photos at the bottom of the post because I couldn't get the format to work the way I wanted it to)

Yuri Katsuki ➡️ Boyang Jin (China)/Evgenia Medvedeva (Russia)

Yes, 2 people because PARALLELS.

So my reason for saying Yuri is like Boyang is because, his step sequences are always gorgeous and his jumping power, oofttttt, and that one scene where Yuri tries a jump and lands in the wall, you know the one. Boyang Jin is known for jumping super close to the boards and scaring the hell out of us all, seriously, just watch one of his skates, it's amazing and terrifying. Also Boyang is a bit of a nerd and Yuri is canonicaly pretty into video games, nuff said.

Boyang is a two-time World bronze medalist (2016–2017), the 2018 Four Continents champion, a two-time Four Continents silver medalist (2016, 2019), the 2017 Asian Winter Games silver medalist, and a five-time (2014–2017, 2019) Chinese national champion.

Evgenia however, this is more of a parallel in how her 2018/19 season went and how Yuri kinda flopped. Zhenya had a crappy start to the 18/19 season, she'd just switched coaches and mover halfway across the world, for the 1st time in her senior career she didn't make the gpf. However by the end of the season she had bounced back and won bronze at worlds and my god what a skate that fp was. Remind you of anyone huh???

Evgenia has a lot of medals (and actually made a cameo in the end credits of episode 10) She is a two-time Olympic silver medalist (2018 ladies' singles, 2018 team event), a two-time world champion (2016, 2017), a two-time European champion (2016, 2017), a two-time Grand Prix Final champion (2015, 2016), a two-time Russian national champion (2016, 2017), silver medalist at the 2018 European Figure Skating Championships and bronze medalist at the 2019 World Championships. Also, she is a huge Anime fan and has a sailor moon exhibition program and its adorable.

Victor Nikiforov ➡️ Yuzuru Hanyu (Japan)

I know a lot of people compare Yuri to Yuzu but I think Victor is a better fit.

Yuzuru has a legion of super duper dedicated fans, they are pretty scary at times. If you watch the 2018 Olympics, the ice literally was covered in Pooh bears after his skate. People love this man, and rightly so. Clearly Yuri isn't the only one who loves Victor, he's very popular in the yoi skating world and almost everyone loves and looks up to him.

His skates are almost immaculate every time. Not only is his technique amazing but his artistry is what really sets him apart from other skaters who may have higher bv on jumps etc. Not that he dosent have high bv, seriously he tries combos that are super wierd just for the bv (see the wierd 4t-3a combo thing he does idk). Plus he's dead set on doing a quad axel. See Victor's super high bv with all the quads and also the fact everyone goes nuts over how his skating is 'like no other'.

Also his medal collection is absolutely mad, he is a two-time Olympic champion (2014, 2018), two-time World champion (2014, 2017), four-time Grand Prix Final champion (2013–2016), Four Continents champion (2020) and three times silver medalist (2011, 2013, 2017). Just like how Victor is canonicaly an Olympic champion and 5x world champion and probably many time euros champ.

Also, he's a sweetheart, he literally crawled behind Shoma Uno because he didn't want the attention taken away from Shoma. I love him.

Victor Nikiforov gives big Yuzuru Hanyu energy.

Yuri Plisetsky ➡️ Yulia Lipnitskaya (Russia)/Alexandra Trusova (Russia)

Again, 2 people.

It's canon that Yuri P was modeled after Yulia for the flexibility and artistic portion of his skates so I feel like I don't need to elaborate much in it however his determination and his wanting to back load with quads reminds me a lot of Sasha Trusova.

Sasha only started juniors the year after yoi came out (she had a Makkachin tissue box which was given to her by Evgenia M which is adorable) so she was not really that popular when the show was being made but she really made a statement when she became the 1st woman to land 2 quads in 1 program (4 salchow and 4 toeloop) at the age of 13 at 2018 junior worlds.

She has just started senior and this season she had 5 quads in one program and I think I cried. She now has a quad sal, toe, flip and lutz and is apparently working on a loop. On top of that she can land a 3 axel but has yet to do so in competition. Did I mention SHE'S 15 AND I'M TERRIFIED.

She currently holds the world record for the free skate (166.62 points). She is the 2020 European Bronze Medalist, the 2019 Grand Prix Final bronze medalist, the 2019 Skate Canada champion, the 2019 Rostelecom Cup champion, the 2019 CS Ondrej Nepela champion, the 2019 Russian national silver medalist, and the 2020 Russian national bronze medalist.

Her determination to win and high TES reminds me of Yurio a lot.

Phichit Chulanont ➡️ Nam Nguyen (Canada)

This one is fun.

I love Nam with all my heart, he's actually my favourite male skater and not just because of his skating. However his skating is great. He is the 2014 World Junior champion, 2019 Skate Canada silver medalist, and two-time Canadian national champion (2015, 2019). He has placed as high as fifth at the World Championships, in 2015. He's not the best skater ever, kinda like Phichit but his personality shines through so much when he skates and I love it.

My main comparison to Phichit is the fact that Nam Nguyen is a huge meme. His Instagram is one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen (@ namnamnoodle). I can't explain it with words seriously just go look at it, he makes memes using professionnally taken skating photos of himself and honestly it's just a giggle. He's almost always posting on his story and half the videos he takes end up on fan twitter and everyone freaks out.

Also he's good friends with Evgenia, thought I'd mention that seeing as who I compared her to :)).

Yeah, Phichit and Nam are memes and I adore them both.

Jean-Jacques Leroy ➡️ Nathan Chen (USA)

Jj is definitely more of a technical focused skater. He tends to put all his eggs in the '800000 quads' bucket and isn't as artistic, in my humble opinion.

Just like Nathan surprisingly, though Nate isn't as egotistical (not a dig, just an observation).

Nathan is compared to Yuzu a lot, and had actually scored higher than him a few times in competition. He is an amazing jumper and is the first skater to have landed five types of quadruple jumps in competitions: toe loop, Salchow, loop, flip and Lutz. Currently he is two-time World champion (2018, 2019), a 2018 Winter Olympic bronze medalist in the team event, the 2017 Four Continents champion, three-time Grand Prix Final champion (2017, 2018, 2019), and four-time U.S. national champion (2017, 2018, 2019, 2020).

So yeah, he's good.

However at the 2018 Olympics (he was only 18 at the time) he bombed under pressure in the team event and in the sp, only to come back with a WR free skate, but didn't medal because of his sp score,kinda like how Jj bombed at the GPF. (Ngl, I cried in school when I saw Nate bomb at the Olympics, I was so upset).

Also, Nathan is super smart and is training to be a doctor. Not related to Jj but I thought I would point it out.

Christophe Giacometti➡️ Adam Rippon (USA)/Javier Fernández (Spain)

Chris is a hard one to pin to an irl skater because he's just so... Chris.

The closest comparison I can get is Adam Rippon but dialed up to 11 because Adam is quite a bit more tame than Chris is. However he did have a point in his sp where he literally beckons the judges to him in a way that can only be described as vaguely sexual. Seeing that at the Olympics was an event I'll tell you that.

Adam was the first openly gay man to make a U.S. Winter Olympic team, and the first to win a medal at the Winter Games. (team bronze).

Plus, I'm pretty sure he owned a Chris plushie at one point or another.

However other than the obvious Chrissness, his technique and medal winning achievements most closely match up with Javier Fernández (who may I add is pretty much Yuzuru Hanyu's best friend). He is the 2018 Olympic bronze medalist, a two-time World champion (2015, 2016), a two-time World bronze medalist (2013, 2014), a seven-time European champion (2013–2019), a two-time Grand Prix Final silver medalist (2014, 2015), a three-time Rostelecom Cup champion (2014–2016), a two-time Grand Prix in France champion (2016–2017) and an eight-time Spanish national champion (2010, 2012–2018). Javi is an amazing skater but usually ended up playing 2nd fiddle to Yuzuru on the world stage, but with euros, he literally won 7 times consecutively. Anndddd, he was the flag bearer for Spain at the 2014 Olympics and I still cry about it.

Otabek Altin➡️ Denis Ten (Kazakhstan)/ Matteo Rizzo

So it's canon that Otabek was based on Denis (rip Denis) so like Yuri and Yulia I do not feel like I need to elaborate much as you can read it on the wikia page. But Otabek also reminds me of a less talkative version of Matteo Rizzo. Matteo is the 2019 European bronze medalist, 2018 NHK Trophy bronze medalist, 2019 Winter Universiade champion, and 2018 Italian national champion.

The reason he reminds me of Otabek is that they just joth exude the same level of cool and I can't explain it any further than that. That's it. Just watch him skate and you'll see.

So that's all I have for now because this post got pretty long so if this gets enough attention I'll do a part 2 :)).

[riverteatime]

A School in Time chapter 3 (2nd part)

Author note: Take place just after the first part so if you don’t remember or you haven’t read it I place the url here just for you

https://riverteatime.tumblr.com/post/190609617336/a-school-in-time-chapter-3-first-part

Ok now let’s the fun begin

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Hatika don’t know how many minutes she has been running at full speed. Maybe more than five minutes-maybe ten-. Her small thief don’t seem to slow down, sometimes hiding in the bushes and reappearing some meters after. Plus, with his green fluff it’s seem that he make one with the nature. 

The girl seem aware that she ran so far away and maybe she will not be able to find her tent before the night. But her hat is more important. If she lose it.... She don’t want to think about it. She MUST catch this little guy even if her body screams at her brain to slow down because of her injured knee and the multiples scratches she won while she researched in the thorny bushes. “Don’t slow down Hattie, you can do it” she tell to herself. 

Suddenly, the cat stop running. Hatika doesn’t slow and throws herself, like an player of american football do for catching the ball (well, here the cat is the ball). But it was at this moment she realizes something. It was a BAD IDEA.

The cat stopped running because it is the drop of the small driff (yes Hatika has been running on a cliff and she was not aware). Her feet trip on a tree's root and she fell in some sort of small lake of dirty water. She moves her legs and her arms to reach the surface and floats. But she barely knows how to swim. Wait, she feels something holding her right leg, something not heavy but trying to drag her to the bottom of the lake. At she realizes this she start to panic and screaming for help.

Rough Patch, the small cat who is holding again the hat, seems to have miss his calculation. It didn't come at his head that the small female human will land on one of the dangerous lakes of the spooky swamp. She needs help. Then he hears some yellings a little far from him. His master is calling? Oh! He have an idea! Maybe his master can help this small human. With the hat, the small beast runs to the direction of his master's voice.

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"Rough Patch !?!! Where are you?!" Calls Snatcher "Damn, this cat can rivalize with some students with problems. Are you really sure you want to search for this girl? You know, it's not because she was running at the direction of the swamp that she will enter. Maybe she is smart enough to realize that this place is not for her..."

"Snatch, shut up! I have a bad feeling and you know what that means." Tells Moonjumper with an harsh tone.

"Yeah, I know. It's not like the last time someone tresspass this zone, he pass away literally... And the last time you have this 'bad feeling', like you said, it was at this moment. Man! What I would give to not be drag like-" Continues Snatch but he is cut by a violent "Shhhhhhh-" of Moonjumper.

Some leaves of the bushes starts to move and a muffled 'meow' can be hearing. Then the small beast comes out from his hiding spot.

"Mraw!? Meow-breow!" Says the cat after dropping the hat.

"Rough Patch ! What did I tell you? To not cause any problem. And yet you did. What you have to say for your defense?" Asks the black-haired man

The meows of the cat start to be more long, like he is trying to tell something, and he grabs the hat and drops it several times. Then he rubs his head against the leg of his master.

"Your cat is acting strange!" Tells Moonjumper

"Yep. But I don't speak like him, neither understand him at some moments." Says Snatcher to his friend while he tries to catch the cat. But the animal avoid the hands of his master and go rubs his small face to the other man.

Snatcher and Moonjumper can't believe it. RoughPatch, normally, don't like the white-haired man. He makes it clear by hissing or ignore it when Moon tried to pet him. And now he is acting like a teddy bear. Something is REALLY not right. Then, the beast starts to run at the direction he came from. He turns around to see if the humans are following.

"I think he wants us to following him..." Says Moon, doubtful.

"Meow~~" Answers happily the living furball. It was a yes from him.

"Ok buddy, go ahead, we are following" says Snatcher before the cat runs in the bushes.

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"Ah-Peck !" Curses Hatika while she is trying to remove for the third time the thing holding her feet. She tried to reach some sort of scraps of a wooden that are some meters next to her. But the thing drag her to the starting point everytime she is near to it. She dives another time and with her hands she succeed to touch the thing. It's like she is touching a plant. A plant that can hold a feet and drag a human, it's strange. "Ok Hattie, don't panic. It's not like this plant is going to eat you" she mumble to herself. But after she had reach the surface to take her breath, another plant grab one of her arm. She yells and tries to break free. And the thing-plant start to drown the little girl...

"Hey! You! What are you doing here?" Asks a voice. Hattie look at her left and see two men at the edge of the lake. Wait... One of him is not one of her teachers at the school.

"H-help me!" She yells "Som-something is holding me..." She have not the time to finish her sentence that the plant, the one holding her arm, drag her underwater.

Snatcher was already removing is black jacket before throw it at the head of a panicking Moonjumper.

"TOI, reste ici avec le chat!" (YOU, stay here with the cat) Yell Snatcher to Moonjumper.

Then the black haired man jumps in the water and swims rapidly to the spot he saw the girl before the plant take her away. He takes a breath, taking as much air that his lungs can take and goes underwater. But he doesn't see well, thanks to the dirty water. So he goes as deep as he can.

He was missing air and was ready to go to the surface when a small hand grabs his T-shirt. It's the kid. He holds her to his chest and grabs the Swiss army knife he always had with him. Then he cuts the arms of the plant and doesn't wait to reach the surface with the small girl safe in his arms.

After some seconds of break for taking his breath, Snatcher swims to an happy and relieved Moonjumper. The white-haired teacher helps his friend and Hattie to go out of the water. The girl was coughing horribly due to the amount of non-clean water she as been drinking.

"Here, sit down little one. Take all your time and breath. You're safe now." Says Moon to a shaking and wheezing Hattie while he gives her his coat.

"Well... I think the trip to the 'resto' is canceled... I will be not able to walk this much after what happens." Tells Snatcher who was lying on the ground, catching his breath.

"But you have to walk to reach the house." Tells Moon at his friend

"Yeah... Laisse moi juste deux secondes pour respirer" (Give me two seconds for catching my breath) Says Snatch.

"Oh god, where does all theses injuries come from?" Asks Moon to the child

"I-I..." She tries to tell

"Are you able to walk?"

"I- I don't k-know... My legs... are hurting..." Says the child with a small voice.

"Maybe we can move her to the house and while we are ordering something to eat we can call a doctor" Asks Snatcher who was now on his feet.

"Yeah... I think it's the best option" Answers Moon. "Little one? Are you ok if we brought you to our house? It's not far. There, you will rest." At this question, Hatika nods. She don't know where she is and she is too tired for searching the the way to her tent.

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"Home, sweet home!" Says Snatcher after kicking the door to open it. "I was neither be so happy to return home"

"Oh really ?" Asks Moonjumper with a malicious smile.

The white-haired man was carrying Hatika. The little girl tried to walk on her own, but her legs was so heavy and bleeding that the english teacher felt guilty. She insisted to let her but she didn't win the argument and with no time she found herself scoped by the man. And it was at this moment she realized how tired she was. When they reach the two men's house, she was at the limit to fall asleep. The two men was aware of that and didn't talk to her on the walking section. She just survived from drowning and they know that talking to her directly after that was not a good idea.

Moonjumper was the first to break the silence. He helps her to sit on the sofa in the living room and is now tending to her injuries with the first aid kit the two men friends was keeping.

"Are you alright?" He asks. He know that she is NOT alright, she is just a child and ten minutes ago she was drowning. How can she be alright after that?

"Hmm...yeah but I'm really tired" She answers.

"It's normal after what's happened. Can I ask you why you were in the forest?"

"A little beast stole my hat" Tells Hatika after yawning

"A beast?!" Asks confusely the man.

"Yea! It's was like a cat but with a strange green fur! And...". But before she can continue a small and lovely meow can be heard and Snatcher's head pops from the door frame.

"It's him?" He asks while entering the room with a certain small beast in his arms holding a certain hat.

Hatika gasps. "Yeah! It's him who stole my hat!"

The small thief jumps from his master's arms and climbs on the sofa. He drops the hat and meow sadly while lowering his head.

"He said sorry" Translate Snatcher to the child.

Hatika take a minute to think before saying "It's alright. But the next time don't take it like that. It's not a simple hat, it's important to me."

"Mreow~~" Answer happily the cat while giving a small and soft headbutt to one of the arm of the child. Hatika lets out a small laugh and start to pet the cat. The beast, who absolutly love when someone pet him, starts to purrs loudly.

"If RoughPatch let's him be petting by you it's because he sense that you are special" Says Moonjumper, smiling to them.

"Special?" Ask the confuse child

"Yep!" Say Snatcher. "Not just anybody can pet him. Moon cannot touch him for example"

"Why?" Ask the child more confuse than before

"...It's a long story...." Answer sadly the white-haired man

Then silence, just the purring of the cat can be hearing.

"Anyways, I have a call to make!" Snatcher exits the room while repeating the word "livraison" multiples times.

"What is 'ly-vray-zon'?'' Ask the child to the english teacher

"Hmm? Oh! It's mean 'delivery' in French." Tell Moonjumper "We were going to a restaurant when Rough Patch found us for rescuing you. We have a sort of 'habit', we go to a restaurant one time each weeks. With that, we don't have to cook or wash the dishes."

"Oh! I know also a bit of French. I know how to introduce myself." Say the child happily. "But I have a hard time with texts and translation."

"It's wonderful and do not worry." Reassures the english teacher. "French, like other language can be hard at the first sight. Even for french people. But if you practice, it can be easier. And if you want I can help you with this language."

Hatika nods. Then again, silence in the room. Rough Patch is now sleeping on the child lap.

"Do you live far from here?" Ask the white-haired teacher a bit worried. "If you want, you can stay for the night. Rough Patch will be happy to have someone to snuggle with."

"No I have five minutes to walk between here and my 'home', if I can find the way back..." Start the child.

"Wait?!" Shout the teacher "How it can be? The closest habitations are at thirty minutes by driving. Even if you runs, it can't be possible."

"I live in the forest..." She tries to continue. 

"Here it's the only house in this forest. The rest is uninhabitable. And it's a private property, which belongs to our family since decades. Every construction project is say 'illegal' here!" Say the teacher more louder.

"I...I..." Try to protest the child. But she is too scared now. She didn't think about the possibility that the forest was a private property when she settled her tent. Do the broken spaceship is also include in this 'private property'. She have to think fast or her illegal camp will be discover in no time and bye-bye her beloved dream.

"I-I... I am..." She tries to say while she shivers from stress and fear.

"HOW CAN IT BE?!" Ask authoritavely the teacher.

And it is the 'last straw that broke the camel's back'. Hatika burst in cries. Her first day in her new school which it was more horrible that she had planned thanks to her stupid leg, the chase, the moment she partially drowned herself and now THAT... She can’t contains herself. Why it was been her?! Why she always have this sort of problem?! She just want to make her dream become true, to be a normal child.

The child's cries make Moonjumper gets out of his trance. Surprised, he starts to panic. "Oh no, child! Nononono! Don't cry! Don't cry little one!"

"I-I just want t-to be normal...I d-didn't think be-before set-setting my camp...I'm s-sorry... I'm soo sor-ry" She says between sobs and hiccups.

"Hush little one! Don't need to apologize. It's alright! Just breath, ok?

The child try to protest and continues to apologize but the teacher hush her. In his head, Moonjumper can't stop to insult himself for making crying a child. At the end, Hatika success to calm down.

She then explain everything. She is an orphan who lives in the forest in a tent. She escaped her orphanage a while ago for finding on her own her parents that are gone few years ago. She doesn't remember their faces but she know that her hat is important for us and they gave it to her the last time she saw them. So  maybe they will recognize her if she found them. But for that she have to travel. It's at this moment she decided to go on a theater school, for making a name on the spectacle's realm. With that, it will be more easier to travel and to find her parents. And also it's her dream to be an actress. She was so determined that she make the inscription on her own and she studied hard for entering this school. She have to do it for her parents.

"...And now I'm here. I hurt myself in the morning. I tripped on a stair. The rest of the day went normally but my leg was hurting. At the end of the day, I returned in my 'home' and it's here that Rough Patch, like you call this cat, steals my hat. And you know the end of the story..."

Moonjumper is lost in his thoughs. How can a little girl at this age have this amount of pain. And yet, here she is. A child cannot live on his own in a tent on a illegal place.

"I'm so sorry..." She say while hiding her face in her hands.

"Well...It's a heartbreaking story. But we can't let you live on your own on our property." Hatika knows that and she fears the worst, she have to find another place for the camp, out of anyone sight. It will cost a precious time for finding it and the studies take all of her free time.

"Well I think that leaves no other choice. You can stand!". He says.

What?!

"Right, Snatcher ?" Ask the white-haired teacher

Snatcher opens the door. He was eavesdropping all the conversation. He nods to answer. He can be reluctant at the first sight, but like said his friend, a child cannot live on his own, plus on a dangerous place that is this forest. And kicking her out will be against the laws.

"B-but I..." Start Hatika

"...You want to walk like this, with your injured leg in the dark of the night?" Ask Snatcher with his arms crossed.

And yes it’s now the night outside. It's true that if she goes outside, she will not be able to find her tent. Plus, she is kind scared of the dark.

"You...you really don't mind if I stay?" Ask the child shyly

The two men smile and says at the same time "you can stand!". Hatika, so happy and relieved, burst in cries for the second time of the day.

"But at one condition !" Interrupt Snatcher. At this moment both Moonjumper and Hatika have eyes on him. "You don't have to talk to anybody of this. We have a reputation. And we don't want any problem. So stay quiet or you will have to face the consequences".

Hatika, with again her tears in her eyes, nods firmly. She knows that. She knows how to keep a secret. Her life is already a secret.

--------

"So now what do you two want for diner?" Ask Snatcher. "We have to make our 'livraison'"

"Let the choice to the little one. What is your name already my child?" Ask Moon

"It's Hatika but you can call me Hat or Hattie. And I don't know. It's the first time I order something from a restaurant"

"It's your first time?!" Ask the english teacher, impressed by the revelation. "It's another reason for why you have to choose." Then he show her some restaurants cards he saved up.

"All the dishes looks tasty. I can't choose."

Snatcher is waiting impatiently with the phone in his hands. He is ready to open the Uber Eat’s application and to pick his favorite restaurant (aka Burger King). He smiles at the tought of having one of this burger with 10 slices of bacon. He didn't even noticed that the kid is calling him.

"Mister Snatcher! Miiiiisteeer Snaaaaatch-er?!"

"What do you want kid? And stop with the whole ‘mister’ thing." Asks the french teacher midly annoyed about the fact she ended his daydreaming. (huh...well it's the night but they are again up so it's more a nightdreaming...).

"What is your favorite restaurant ?"Asks the child

"Burger King, why?" Says the teacher

"So I choose Burger King too!" Answer the smiling child.

"Are you sure little Hattie?" Asks Moonjumper. "They have plenty of other restaurants"

"It's alright Mister Moonjumper ! I just want to know why it's his favorite restaurant"

“Kid! I said to stop saying ‘mister’. We are not in school now. Keep it when your are outside.”

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Snatcher is more then happy that the child choose this restaurant. He will have for the second time in one month his bacon, while with Moonboy he can just have it one time a month or even less.

And with that Hatika spent the first night in a house. The two men even allow her to spend the night on a empty friend bedroom (with a bed, a table, a chair and a lamp.) They said her that the next day she have to return to her tent for gathering all her stuff for finishing her settlement. They also agreed that she needs other things like storage furnitures, clothings, school stuffs, etc.

But it was already the paradise for the little girl. And for the first time in months she spent the night on a bed.

[bigdanteague3]

Caroline part 2

So the 4 girls moved away.  On the first day of the month.  Plans had been made for weeks for me to visit and be there early on the 2nd.  No time to waste, you know.  By this point the 3 other girls knew.  Nobody else did.  But we were all friends and had been close for years.  They thought it was awesome.  One of the girls is named Becky and was in your class.  She and another girl lived one floor up from Caroline and our other friend.  Becky plays a very small role in this.

So I get there around lunch on the 2nd, not really knowing what to expect.  It was over 2 hours away so I assumed I wasn’t going over to watch a movie.  This was their first full day away from home with no parental supervision.  A totally different life had begun.  I pull into the parking spot I was supposed to use and I see a curtain open inside the window nearest me.  Before I had even gotten out of the car, Caroline was running toward me.  I get out and she jumps into my arms and wraps her legs around me and we hug/kiss for a minute there.  She tells me how excited she is that I’m there.  I tell her I’d been looking forward to it forever.  We go in, its a standard college apartment...2 bedroom, living room/kitchen/dining space.  Her roommate is in there, we say hey and hangout for a little bit.  Just like old times.  Caroline says she wants to show me the entire place so I peek into the bedroom thats not hers...and then we go into the bedroom that is hers.  Its on.  But not completely.  As soon as she shuts the door behind us, I turn and kiss her hard....pressing her up against the door.  Her hands are all over me and my hands are all over her.  We were both wearing standard clothes of the time...tee shirts and shorts.  I’m grinding her against the door, rubbing her big heavy tits.  At some point she takes control and turns us around and slams me back against the wall.  She’s in charge and grabbing my dick through my shorts. 

It seems like its about to go down now...I remember her shocking comment months earlier about how good she was at giving head and how much she loved it.  I’m thinking she’s about to take it out and show me.  But no.  Not yet.  That’s what she tells me as she jerks me through my shorts.  Not yet.  As I’m gripping her ass...not yet.  Tonight.  I smile and nod and we kiss and head back out.  It wasn’t long until Becky and the other girl join us and we are all hanging out in Caroline’s apartment.  Telling stories, laughing, me and Caroline occasionally sneaking a kiss and a grab.  Just me and the 4 girls.  No...nothing like that happens.  There were a couple of other older people from our school that lived nearby and by that night they had come over and the party moved to Becky’s place.  7 or 8 of us...me and maybe 2 other guys, maybe 1...and 5 or 6 girls.  The visitors are kinda hazy.  Anyway, its night time now.....there’s some mild drinking..not much and not me or Caroline.  We were sitting on Becky’s couch and she’s in my lap and I’m rubbing her leg and she’s sneaking a dick grab every other minute.  I really need to get her alone and trying to think of how to go about doing it.....I’d been not only been waiting through weeks of sneaking around and making out...but had been checking out her body for years and years and years.  And something was about to go down tonight for sure I just had to figure....and then she kisses me and tells me to follow her.  We get up, she holds my hand and leads me to Becky’s room.  Its so dark.  Only the streetlight shining in through a curtain.  Door clicks locked.  Everybody still out in the living room.....I’m sure they noticed us leaving the room...but nobody said anything.  Near blackness and I take her into my arms like a middle school slow dance and we kiss....she tells me to lay down on the bed.  I do.

She walks down to the foot of the bed and starts taking off my shoes...that’s unexpected.  But pleasant.  Then she crawls up from my feet and straddles me.  Gets right in my face and softly tells me that she’s about to try to make me feel so good.  Just relax and let her take care of me.  I kiss her and promise that I can do that.

She unbuttons and unzips my shorts and pulls them down.  Throws them somewhere.  Same with my boxers.  Now my bare ass is on Becky’s sheets and Caroline and kissing up my thighs.  I’m looking down but can’t really see much.  I see and feel her lips touch my shaft.  I see and feel her tongue running up and down.  I feel her hand wrap around me and her tongue circling my head.  I see her hair keep getting in the way and her having to pull it out of her mouth.  She stops, says she’ll be right back and turns the bathroom light on....comes back...leaves the door open so there’s a lot more light now....and I see she’s putting her hair in a ponytail.  Now, back to business...she gets in the zone and starts bobbing her head up and down my dick in long strokes.  Kind of keeping a beat.  I’m watching the entire show and at this point in my life, I’d never had a blowjob where that was the main event.  I’m still thinking this is foreplay and we are going to fuck in Becky’s bed.  She’ll stop every once in a while and wiggle down and lick and suck my balls.  She’s watching me to make sure I’m watching her.  I spread my legs a little so she can do whatever she wants down there.  Hands on my dick softly jerking and sucking on my balls one at a time.  I’m pretty amazed.  Should I sit up and start taking her clothes off?  She licks back up my shaft and starts slowly sucking me and jerking me at same time.  Oh...it seems that she wants me to cum?  Am I reading the signals right?  I shouldn’t be holding back?  Like she could read my mind......she says to just let her know when I get close.  I assume so I won’t cum in her mouth.  But then she says, don’t worry...I swallow.  Well...question answered.

Now the long slow mouth strokes are turning into faster, rougher mouth/hand strokes...she’s cupping me with her free hand and staring into my eyes.  I tell her she how sexy she is and how good it feels and I can see her smiling with her lips wrapped around me.  Its always flattering when a girl works so hard to make you happy...the extra effort, you know?  I’m not quite there but getting close when the doorknob rattles and Becky tries to get in.  She starts saying something about using the bathroom and hello?  Let me in?  Caroline takes me out of her mouth and tells her to go away and I think Becky got the point then.  Caroline looks at me and apologizes and says its bad manners to talk with your mouth full...we laugh and she goes back to work.  NIbbling the head, licking, but mostly just slamming her head down on my dick.  I tell her I’m getting close.  I tell her I’m about to fucking cum.  She sucks harder and faster and I exploded in her mouth.  She keeps going and going and jerking and sucking.  There must have been a lot of cum in her mouth because as she was sucking and trying to get the last drops, a little bit escapes her mouth and falls on Becky’s sheets.  Oops.  But she finally pulls her mouth off and opens up wide showing me what she had won.  It covered her entire tongue and she was giggling and making sure I was watching when she closes and swallows it all.  I was impressed.  We got dressed and looked at the cumstain on Becky’s bed and decided she could deal with it and rejoined the party. 

Was that it?  I wasn’t sure....an hour or so later we went back to her place just me and her.  Caroline’s roommate had a boyfriend already there and was going to his place.  So it was ours for the night.  We didn’t waste any time.....I fucking ripped her clothes off and she did the same to me.  Question answered....I’m throbbing hard, this time I push her down on the bed and she’s on her back as I climb on top.  Her body is fully exposed for the first time but I can’t see shit.  Streetlight again.....I didn’t ask for a light or reach for a lamp...but kinda wanted to see her.  Anyway, I lightly probed her pussy with my finger to make sure she was wet.  She was.  In case I couldn’t tell....she makes sure to tell me how wet she is....I take my dick and slap her pussy with it a couple of times.  She likes that.  I rub the head along her lips before sliding in.  She squeals like it hurts.  I tell her I’m sorry that I was trying to be gentle.  She tells me its ok...its just because I’m so big.

I knew then, and I know now....that was a lie.  I don’t have some monster cock.  I’m nearly positive its not above average size and if I had to bet...I’m average or just below.  I know she was fucking lying about the bigness....but it still made me feel really good, you know?  Little white lie never hurt anybody....so I fuck her really slow at first and she starts whimpering little dirty things....I love your dick....I loved sucking it...its so pretty.....and I tell her how every fucking time I walked down the hall in school I made sure to walk behind her so I could watch her voluptuous ass...she liked that.  I’m fucking her harder now...still missionary....giving her good strokes....I’m nowhere near coming at this point.  Having a bad bitch drain your balls down her throat an hour earlier will do that.  She asks if I really did watch her walk down the hall and I tell her every fucking day.  I mention a striped ribbed top she would wear during the winter and how good it made her boobs look....she moaned a little as I talked and gave it to her pretty good.  I said something about grabbing her ass in scrubs at the hospital and she rolls over and gets on her knees and says...this ass?  I affirm it was indeed that ass and start fucking her from behind.  She’s pretty loud...doesn’t use the f word or pussy.  But she does say dick and how good it feels.  Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.  I don’t stop.  And her ass did look good in the dark.  I’m not sure she came...I think she might have...but I felt myself getting close.  I don’t tell her I’m getting close I just keep fucking that pussy.  Lots of oh gods, yes, yes, yes......Finally I pull out and roll her over on her back and stroke myself 3 or 4 times and cum on her chest.  She takes her hands and rubs the cum up and licks her hands clean.  Damn.  Tells me she’s on the pill and to cum inside her next time. 

I wasn’t sure when the next time would be.  We fell asleep with no clothes and passed out.  Sometime after the sun came up but still too fucking early, I looked over and she was deep asleep.  One of her boobs was out and I could finally see it.  Huge....with big pink nipples.  Should I stare while she’s asleep?  Is that wrong?  I decide its not wrong and take it all in.  I don’t pull sheet down though.  Fall back asleep.  Not sure how much later but I’m not awake yet.  I feel her hands on me.  Rubbing me and getting me hard.  It doesn’t take long.  She straddles me and fucks me.  I didn’t move a muscle.  She’s got her hands on my chest holding me down and riding like a pro.  I see both titties rocking back and forth and she is running the show.  I lightly rub one nipple while she uses me and I think she came once.  I’m not sure I ever made her cum...I didn’t ask.  But it seemed possible.  She just rode and rode and those titties just bounced and bounced.  I told her I was about to cum and she just kept rocking those hips and I filled her pussy up.  I don’t know how I had anything left...but I felt it shoot inside her.  She smiled real big and kissed me.  I just laid there and watched as she got up....I saw a big load of cum hanging from her pussy as she crawled away.  I finally saw that big ass in the daylight and it was just as voluptuous as I’d imagined.  I finally saw her soft full bush and it did match the drapes.  She went to the bathroom to clean up, came back and we dozed back off.  When I woke up next she was on the phone in the living room with apparently her mom.  Just checking in I guess.  I could see into the kitchen that she had put on a shirt but no pants.  Just tee shirt and naked ass.  I tip toe in there, with no clothes on and she does the shhhhh hand signal.  I give her the thumbs up and kneel before her on the floor.  She’s on sitting at dining room table and does sshhh again.  I thumbs up again and zip my lip and they talk about classes or books and I start kissing her thigh.  She doesn’t stop me.  She puts her hand on my head and spreads her legs for me.  She keeps her voice steady as I lick her pussy...that soft bushy pussy.  This goes on for like 5 minutes and she finally gets off the phone and we laugh about what just happened.  And I never fucked her again. 

She invited me back down a week or so later.  Classes were about to start.  I got there early and spent the whole day but couldn’t spend the night.  She blew me in the living room floor.  I had her shirt off while she was sucking me but she said she was on her period and couldn’t do more.  That was fine because she was in the middle of inhaling my dick.  Shot down her throat again and as soon as she swallowed we kissed.  I felt like we were in a good spot but knew it probably wouldn’t end well due to timing and circumstances.  I just didn’t know how or when.

[jse-egopocalypse]

2017 Egopocalypse Detailed Timeline

Jacksepticeye OverNightWatch All Jump Scares so a few months back, i did a 2016 Egopocalypse Detailed Timeline and im glad you guys thought that it helped you with all the ego stuff since not all of you were here when it happened.

so now, we will delve into 2017. this is shorter than 2016 but a lot of interesting things happened. (Detention to Overnight Watch)

i’m putting every video (with time stamps and links to the said video) on this post and some pictures and screenshots that are important and from varies of social media.

(video playlist for this entire timeline is at the end)

Click keep reading to view

1st video: SCARY SCHOOL | Detention 返校 - Part 1

timestamp: 27:35

there was no glitch but he did the head anti movement and the voice is kind of staticky. 

2nd video: I'M SO SORRY | Detention 返校 - Part 2

timestamp: 0:26

so anti first appeared in Detention Part 2 in 2017

timestamp: 3:47

Anti said: “Forgotten or just too afraid to remember?”

and at the end of the description, there’s a zalgo text which also says the quote above.

3rd video: BROKEN INSIDE | Detention 返校 - Part 3

timestamp: 8:52

the face cam glitched when a sound in the game scared sean.

timestamp: 9:04

when he was doing what the spirit was doing, the facecam glicthed intensly and said “he’s all like fucking weird and all over the place”

and as usual, at the end of the description, there’s a zalgo text that says

“Broken spirit, let me out”

4th video: BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS | Detention 返校 - Part 4 (END)

timestamp: 1:13

the face cam glicthed and was moved to the other side of the screen.

timestamp: 2:05

the facecam glitched once more, disappeared for like 2 seconds, and then back to the left side. it glicthed as well before it turned back to normal.

more anti apperances timestamps: 

5:31, 5:51, 27:50

and of course, at the end of the description,another zalgo text that says

“betrayal neglect mistake”

5th video: AntiSepticEye Takeover at PAX East 2017 Panel | JackSepticEye

and how could anyone forget this iconic moment from PAX East 2017 at Sean’s panel?

this video doesn’t connect with any of the storylines, it’s just a cool lil thing that sean and robin did.

just watch the video for yourself since it’s just a minute long.

6th video: SPREADING THE SICKNESS | Epidemic

timestamp: 8:41

anti said: “laughter is the best medicine...for death” and then the camera glitched.

7th video: DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS | Bio Inc. Redemption #2

timestamp: 13:40

he named his patient “Chase Brody”

timestamp: 16:32

sean said: “slow and steady kills the chase”

timestamp: 16:43

he also said: “there’s only one doctor out there who can help us with this, Doctor Schneeplestein!”

8th video: TOUGHER THAN EXPECTED | The Escapists 2 #2

it looks like a normal thumbnail right? nope, it’s not.

3-08-17 is a date. but what for? we’ll see later.

he’s also wearing chase’s shirt in this episode. idk if it’s intentional but still suspicious.

9th video: PLANNING THE ESCAPE | The Escapists 2 #3

nothing very suspicious happened in the video but the thumbnail

the numbers on his prison uniform is the date of Say Goodbye (31.10.16 = October 31st, 2016)

also, the shirt made the jse community shook because he posted an instagram picture with that shirt and gauges (he wasn’t wearing them that time yet)

10th video: TRUST ME, I'M A DOCTOR | Bio Inc. Redemption #4

ZE GOOD DOCTAH IS HERE! he tried to kill one of his patients again but this time, it’s intentional. and we all thought he’s a bad character.

11th video: KILL JA̶CKSEPTICEYE | Bio IN̵̛c Redemp T̨I̶̢on

remember the escapists 2 part 2 thumbnail with the date that i mentioned earlier? that’s when KJSE happened.

so for the first 40 seconds of the video, jack was the one in the video but he got sick and had to leave 

timestamp: 0:47

and then schneep came and played the game instead 

timestamp: 1:14

and called his patient “jacksepticeye”

he also considered as his good friend when his assistant, peter, died.

timestamp: 3:04

anti appeared and schneep said “my eye is itchy” right after.

timestamp: 3:41

schneep asked: “are you feeling okay, jack?” and there was a glitch sound.

timestamp: 4:13

when schneep said “I’m a very smart doctor” the facecam glitched and we can see that schneep has blood dripping on his eyes and nose and then anti appeared for a split second at 4:15

more anti apperances timestamp:

4:47

timestamp: 5:11

anti was slowly taking over schneep. 

more anti apperances timestamp:

5:23, 5:25

timestamp: 6:03

schneep has blood on his eyes and nose again.

more anti apperances timestamp:

6:31, 6:39, 6:45

timestamp: 6:47

schneep said: “i will not have you die” and anti said the word die as well.

timestamp: 7:14

he finally showed himself.

more anti apperances timestamp:

7:33

timestamp: 7:45

anti slowly took over schneep.

and for a few moments, the game and facecam keeps glitching and lagging. schneep was begging us to help and save jack anti.

timestamp: 8:07

anti has now took over the operation and schneep was not giving up.

more anti apperances timestamp:

8:08

timestamp: 8:10

anti has taken over schneep and made him strangle himself with the headphone wire unconsciously and then fought over it and asked himself: “what am i doing?”

more anti apperances timestamp:

8:16

timestamp: 8:20

“i’m trying my best” schneep AND anti said at the same time as the video was glitching.

more anti apperances timestamp:

8:24

timestamp: 8:30

he has now fully taken over schneep, like a puppet.

timestamp: 8:41

as jack died, anti appeared with the iconic black eyes.

at 8:46, we can hear schneep screaming and from that timestamp until the end, anti won and made sure that we know.

12th video: EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 4

- tw: suicide -

timestamp: 5:04

when sayori hung herself, anti showed up for a few frames.

more anti apperances timestamp:

5:18

timestamp: 1:10:41

sean anti said: “Oh well, I guess we’ll see you next̶ ͢t͞iḿe” with that suspicious looking face and when he said the phrase “next time” his voice got deeper and the facecam got a lil unsaturated.

13th video: JUST MONIKA | Doki Doki Literature Club - Part 5 (END)

timestamp: 13:03

when sean read yuri’s dialogue, he said: “like the edge of a knife, Yuri?” afterwards and when he said the word “knife” the camera glicthed (because guess who loves knives c:<)

timestamp: 25:20

sean’s facecam glitched and did the anti head movement before yuri glitches back to normal.

timestamp: 30:53

when monika sent in-game jack a poem that just says “CAN YOU HEAR ME?” there’s a slight voice of anti in the background while sean read the said phrase.

timestamp: 46:28

during this part, monika will restart the whole game and before that happened, the game and sean’s facecam glitched.

and the time when you’re alone with monika, sean keeps reading monika’s dialogue with anti’s voice and the iconic laugh.

then in the description of the video, if you scroll through, there are zalgo texts that just say: “just monika”

14th video: Jacksepticeye OverNightWatch All Jump Scares

oh look what it is :) it’s overnight watch :) nostalgic, isn’t it? :)

anyway, the whole video is purely all the highlights of what happened during the whole time and the person who posted it already put timestamps on the video so HAVE FUN! :))

- E N D -

and that’s all the ego content videos from 2017 and we’re now moving onto the social medias.

so these 2 pictures are just “hm, normal” no. you’re wrong.

if you adjust the exposure the picture of sean with the green hair, there’s a faint text that either says return or reborn, hence the twitter bio.

now these are tease pictures before KJSE that he posted on twitter and instagram

sean has also been changing his bio on twitter almost constantly after the epidemic video and before KJSE

and then i think this is either during or after his doki doki playthrough

and you can see the zalgo letters in the “just monika” spells out “anti”

now, during his detention playthrough he has been reblogging stuff on tumblr and replying with zalgo texts and made 1 post with just zalgos.

it says: “convoke Ready

(i can’t make up the next 2 words)

Ritual Nobody”

now on this one, it says: “suppressed ignored unpredictable”

and that’s the whole egopocalypse timeline during 2017 (i think i missed something so let me know)

HERE’S THE PLAYLIST TO THIS POST: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5wG46uK8MEOCZ7pON77Q18PdNO6t6gZ6

i hope this is helpful to anyone who didn’t get to experience this or just forgot about what happened during that time of year.

[twstsimping]

“You want to go to neverland? Hm.. maybe walking the plank will do to trick!”

Ok! The is my second time posting this because it didn’t show up in the tags before, and yes, I am retyping all this information so feel sorry for me. Neverwaters very own dorm head coming right up!

Picrew link- https://picrew.me/image_maker/26311

Name: Cat Falx

Gender: male

Age: 17

Birthday: July 19th

Starsign: cancer

Height: 167cm

Eye colour: blue

Hair colour: black

Homeland: coastal deep

Professional information

Dorm: neverwaters

School year: 2nd

Class: 2C, student no.32

Occupation: student

Club: horseback riding club

Best subject: alchemy

Fun facts

Dominant hand: right

Favourite food: rice

Least favourite food: sea food

Dislikes: childish people, the sea

Hobby: pulling pranks studying

Talent: story telling

Personality

Cat is very fixated on self improvement. He believes that everyone has potential for greatness, so they should strive to become the best. Before his overblot, he practically banned fun, as he believed it was a detriment to the dorms improvement. He would make them study and work for hours on end, and would even make them go without food or sleep at some points. He had violent mood swings and often got into fights, becoming a figure that the entire dorm feared. In fact, he practically went against the morals of his house, and banned all the things the students loved. After his overblot, however, he became much kinder. He was still very set on self improvement, but he realised that people don’t just have one ‘purpose’, and that just being alive is enough. He still hates childish people, but he acknowledges that being happy and being childish are two different things. He embraces his love of pranks and story telling especially, and embraces the things he loves. He becomes a huge Tsundere, are finds it very hard to handle affection, making him easy to tease. He also says things that directly confront his actions, such as telling someone he hates them as he gives them a hug. He becomes just as mischievous as the other members of his dorm, and can often be found tricking poor unsuspecting students into his traps. Though he does acknowledge that there’s a time for work and a time for play, he wouldn’t be caught dead flunking his work, and he encourages the rest of his dorm to do the same. He very quickly becomes the person his dorm mates seek out when they wish to improve an aspect of themselves, and as long as he can see they’re trying their best, he’ll be endlessly tolerant of them. Neverwaters becomes like one big family, or a pirate crew you could say. He still can’t let go of his past, but he’s using the negatives to become a better person.

Unique magic

Cats unique magic, ‘growing up’, allows him to create a small pocket dimension by telling a story. When he enters this dimension he will find himself in the world the story was set in, more importantly, he’ll be able to take any item from the pocket dimension and use it in the real world. He can also take other people into this dimension. However, he has to actively tell an actual story, so he can’t just set a scene. The people hearing it have to be able to picture the scene.

Backstory

So I based Cat, and all of this dorm really, off of a concept that I really like, which is that the story of Peter Pan and Captain Hook is a cycle. Peter Pan shows up in neverland and goes on all these amazing adventures, having the most fun in his life and not growing old, until he eventually defeats Captain Hook. Then however, there’s suddenly nothing for him to do. No new adventures, no nothing. He grows so bored that he eventually goes to find Captain hooks diary. And something the he reads in it ‘opens his eyes’, and he becomes the new Captain Hook. Then, a new Peter Pan appears, and it all starts over again.

Cat grew up in a fairly rich neighbourhood. As a payoff, his parents never really loved or cared for him. For as long as he could remember, he never really had a ‘family’. He was just surviving. He wasn’t socialised properly, so he truly felt like nothing. But at the time, nothing was all he knew, so he assumed it was normal. One day, he ran into a boy. Park was his name. Cat told Park of his life, and to his shock Park listened with horror and anger. Why was a person he hardly knew getting so worked up over this? Park grabbed his hand, and took him down a dark alleyway. When they came out the other end, they were in a small clearing, blankets and fairly lights strung up all over the place. “If you want, you could be part of my family?” And so, Cat joined the lost boys. He well and truly felt as though he had a home. He learned how to have fun and how to be alive. It was perfect. He was told about the goal of the lost boys, defeat the evil Captain Falx! Huh? That’s strange. Because well, that was his name. Cat soon learnt that they were talking about his older brother, though it didn’t put him off. If anything, he just got more excited! And eventually, he did it. He defeated his brother. The lost boys had won! Now they could be happy forever! But... it didn’t seem to work out. Suddenly, Cat didn’t have a purpose anymore. His parents started treating him like their son. They believed he was a prodigy because he managed to beat his brother. Cat was scared. Now that he didn’t have a purpose, he was afraid he was gonna fade into nothing again. He couldn’t go back! One night, when he was especially restless, he snuck into his brothers room. He found a diary. He read it, and was astonished at all the amazing stories it contained. He committed each and every word to his memory. But what he learned surprised him. His brother had been part of the lost boys. Just like him, he had defeated the devil Captain. And just like him, he’d grown discontent. The contents of the diary slowly changed. He started talking about highs hoop and his studies. Cat was confused. It all sounded so boring, but his brother seemed happy. There was even writing about him in there. Cat figured it out. If he wanted to be happy, he just had to do what his brother did! He had to grow up! That way, surely he could outrun the emptiness! But the lost boys didn’t like that. They argued. Park shouted at him, told him he was just as bad as his brother, and pushed him. Cat fell, and fell and fell some more. Then he hit the water, but he kept falling. He thrashed and tried to scream, but water was everywhere and he couldn’t escape! Cat almost drowned that day. And he decided, the lost boys were the villains. He had been a blind fool. They had never been his family. And they’d all get hurt eventually, when they realised they couldn’t be kids forever. But still, whenever he thought of Park, he felt like screaming and crying. His heart clenched and his stomach sunk. Surely this feeling would go away once he defeated him. Right..?

Trivia

Cat hates swimming with a burning passion, and refuses to go anywhere near water. If someone tries to make him, he will resort to violence.

He’s a little bit of a sadist, and will often find himself mocking people who’ve fallen for his traps.

He became dorm leader on his first day of school, even though he didn’t do anything. People think that it’s just because he looked the part and the old dorm leader was lazy.

He is terrified of Crewel, but because his best subject is alchemy, he has to put up with him.

He’s very weak to jump scares, and even the littlest thing will make him scream like a little girl and cling onto the closest person to him.

He is twisted from Captain Hook.

He refuses to go near octavinelle, even when his friends offer to buy him stuff at the monstro lounge.

He is shockingly good at pulling of stunts and tricks, and can squeeze through very small spaces.

He rises and falls with the sun, and expects his dorm to do the same.

He gets incredibly cranky when sleepy, and his friends often bully him for it.

He is completely hopeless at anything artsy, and will use any excuse to get out of it.

He receives weekly letters from his parents asking how school is. He never replies.

His brothers name is Nier Falx.

[siandvisualdiary]

friday 16/10/2020

 the history of publishing with David

task 1

i chose this book for the pre 2000 

Info from the V&A Search the Collections website 

Book - The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Newly Imprinted ...

Book - The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Newly Imprinted ... Object: Book

Place of origin: Hammersmith (published) Date: 1896 (published)

Artist/Maker: Morris, William, born 1834 - died 1896 (printer) Riley, Dominic (binder) Burne-Jones, Edward Coley (Sir), born 1833 - died 1898 (illustrator) Kelmscott Press (published)

Materials and Techniques: 'The boards of the book were made of laminates of millboard, card and hand made paper, stuck together with rabbit skin glue. [. The book was covered in black Harmatan goatskin, with the same leather for the joints and doublure, black suede for the first flyleaf, and red and black Fab cut-away areas were painted with red acrylic paint. The gold tooling and board edges was done by Trevor Lloyd, and I tooled both the title panels and the lines on the front and back cover. The binding is sig The book is housed in a double-walled, reinforced clamshell box lined with double red-and-white suede pads, and with a title label on the spine.' Dominic R

Credit Line: Given/Loaned by the American Friends of the V&A through the generosity of: Paul Chrzanowski. Museum number: LOAN:AMERICANFRIENDS.716-2016 Gallery location: National Art Library

Public access description

The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer published by the Kelmscott Press was the last great work of William Morris, and the icon of the private press movement, the printing revival he inspired. The volume contains 87 wood-cut illustrations by Edward Burne-Jones, who was a close friend of Morris. The Gothic-inspired type was specially designed by William Morris and named 'Chaucer' after this book. The book brought together Morris's passion for the medieval period and his commitment to beautiful hand-crafted productions and was published shortly before he died. 425 copies were printed, sold at £20 each.

This Kelmscott Chaucer had an undistinguished binding when acquired by the present owner, so that he felt justified in altering its condition. He selected Dominic Riley, a distinguished British designer bookbinder for the commission. Riley studied at the London College of Printing. He has won several major bookbinding awards, and was elected a Fellow of the Designer Bookbinders in 2008. He now works and teaches in Britain and the US.

The binder conceived the work as an overt homage to Morris, basing the design upon the mirror forms of his initials: ‘W M’. Several techniques were used (including modern digital methods to produce the stamps). The final work is grand and dignified, its geometric exactness relieved with touches of naturalistic ornamentation based on the book’s border decoration, and its use of the colour red echoes the red used for the rubrics in the text (based on medieval and Renaissance practice of highlighting headings in red ink).

Descriptive line

The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, Newly Imprinted ... (Hammersmith: Kelmscott Press, 1896), newly bound by British designer bookbinder Dominic Riley.

Physical description

Hand-printed book on paper with goatskin binding.

Dimensions

Height: 44 cm

Museum number

LOAN:AMERICANFRIENDS.716-2016

Object history note

Given/Loaned by the American Friends of the V&A through the generosity of: Paul Chrzanowski, 2016.

URL

http://collections.vam.ac.uk/item/O1407076/the-works-of-geoffrey-chaucer-book-morris-william/

2. info from https://collections.artsmia.org/art/80115/the-works-of-geoffrey-chaucer-now-newly-imprinted-william-morris

Details

Title The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer, now Newly Imprinted

Dated1896

Artist William Morris; 

Author: Geoffrey Chaucer;

 Illustrator: Edward Coley Burne-Jones; 

Engraver: Wood engravings by William Harcourt Hooper; 

Editor: Frederick S. Ellis; 

Printer: William Morris at Kelmscott Press, Hammersmith, England; 

Publisher: Kelmscott Press, Hammersmith, England 

Nationality British

Artist Life 1834 - 1896 

Role Designer 

Gallery Not on View 

Department Prints and Drawings

Dimension 17 x 12 x 2 5/8 in. (43.18 x 30.48 x 6.67 cm) 

(closed)30.5 cm 43.2 cm 6.7 cm 

CreditThe Frank P. Leslie Collection, Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Frank P. Leslie in memory of Mr. and Mrs. John Leslie Accession Number B.67.1dup Medium Wood engravings, letterpress in black and red ink; bound volume Country England Century 19th century 

Provenance (Sold to Leslie by unknown vendor, London, England, c. 1952); Frank P. Leslie, Wayzata, Minn., c. 1952-67; given to MIA, 1967.Rights 

Public Domain Classification

Prints; Books

Object Name Illustrated book Catalogue Raisonne Franklin, p.192; Sparling 40; Tomkinson 40; PMM 367; Huntington Library (Great Books in Great Editions) 24; Needham 101A; Peterson A40; Ransom (Private Presses) 40; Garvey 45; Ray 258; Walsdorf 40; V & A 9

2nd book I chose was the 2018 sketch book ( 2018 Sketch Collection) by South Korean Artist  Kim Jung Gi I discovered his work on instagram a couple days ago and I loved the variety simplicity and the different style of his work so when i thought of an artist for this task I selected him :)    https://www.kimjunggi.net/biography-v2/   https://www.kimjunggius.com/pages/about-artist

Korean artist Kim Jung Gi was born in 1975 in the town of Goyang-Si, located in the province of Kyongki-Do South Korea.  At 19, this budding artist enrolled at a Fine Arts School, majoring in Art and Design.  He attended Dong-Eui University in Busan for three years and did his two years in the South Korean army as a part of the Special Forces Unit.  Here, he was able to memorize the array of different weapons and vehicles.

Kim’s most notable creative asset is his memory, something he has developed over a number of years.  His ability to render extremely complicated scenes near-perfectly from memory, without the aid of references, has stretched the boundaries of what many artists believed was possible.

Kim Jung Gi’s first publication – Funny Funny – was published in Young Jump magazine. He wrote a number of short stories and held exhibitions for his work that led to his teaching manhwa (Korean comic book) to various private schools and universities.  Kim collaborated with Seung-Jin Park, the writer of Tiger the Long Tail, to draw six volumes for his comic.  Kim also worked alongside French author Bernard Werber, illustrating two novels he had written – “Paradise” in 2010 and “Third Humanity” in 2013.

In 2011, Kim Jung Gi partook in the Comic Festival held in Bucheon where, for the first time ever, he drew live. In most cases, artists showcase a framed drawing or painting, but KJG decided to do something different. He placed paper up on three walls around his table and began drawing.

Superani CEO Hyun Jin Kim videoed and posted the entire process on YouTube and, as some videos tend to do, went viral. This led to the invitation to different worldwide events.  In recent years, he has accepted invitations to perform in France, America, all around Asia and now in Japan for his first show simply titled “Drawing Exhibition”.

Kim has six sketchbooks in print, which equate to about 4,500 pages’ worth of drawings in a span of 12 years. He also collaborated with the legendary Japanese artist Katsuya Terada in 2017.  The pair put together an amazing sketchbook of various drawings, showing off their talents.

He’s worked in various industries – movies, music, and government. Kim put together a feature exhibition in Cheongwadae” the Republic of Korea’s president’s official workplace and residence.  He was also hired by Korean Hip-Hop artist Drunken Tiger to create the album cover.

He holds the record for “Longest drawing by an individual” in the Guinness World Records book.

https://www.kimjunggius.com/collections/frontpage/products/2018-sketch-collection

I like both works because to me they are quite similar william morris working on Chaucer is legendary in itself the level of attention to detail is extraordinary and the colour pallette is simple and the typography is grand and archaic in nature a level of excellence rarely seen nowadays.Kim’s work is highly skilled and varied a comic book style but still unique to him I love black and white simplicity as well as colour however I love the detail and excellence shown in both works.To me skill is important to do one’s best and show originality whilst doing so.Clarity,skill and originality are demonstrated here and that is why I was drawn to both artists.

[thecollegefootballguy]

The Real Michigan MAC Trophy

Hello friends, we’re back to round out the hypothetical histories of the real life three-way rivalry trophies. Before we begin, if you’d like to check out my previous posts on the Florida Cup, Commander-in-Chief’s Trophy, or the Beehive Boot, click the links provided.

You probably saw this one coming, today’s the day for the Michigan MAC Trophy. What the name lacks in imagination it makes up for in specificity. The Michigan MAC Trophy is handed out every year to the head-to-head winner between Central Michigan, Eastern Michigan, and Western Michigan.

It’s a relatively new trophy, and has only been given out since 2005. But what if we wind the clock back to the beginning of the three-way rivalry, how would things be different?

The rules of the Michigan MAC Trophy are the same as the ones governing the Service Academies. The winner will retain possession of the trophy until another team claims it. In the event of a three-way tiebreaker, where all teams hold a 1-1 record against each other, the Trophy remains where it is.

So let’s jump in our time machines and head back to the beginning.

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The proper year to begin giving out the Michigan MAC Trophy has to be 1974, the year all three schools began to play each other on an annual basis. There had been a handful of years when this had happened before, in 1907 and in the late 20′s, but for the most part Eastern and Western Michigan had nothing to do with each other.

For the first three-quarters of the 20th Century, WMU and CMU would play on a near-annual basis, as would CMU and EMU, but there was little to no overlap between the Eagles and the Broncos.

This makes more sense when you remember the conference situation. The MAC was founded all the way back in 1946, making it by far the oldest of the G5 conferences, predating the FBS designation by decades in fact. However, Western Michigan was the only school from the state in the conference for decades. The Broncos had middling success in the league, and were mostly overshadowed by higher powered opponents like Miami of Ohio.

Central and Eastern Michigan spent this time in lower divisions. It wasn’t until 1971 that those universities joined the MAC, but it took even longer for their football teams to get all of their ducks in a row to move up to D-I. CMU football officially joined the Mid-American in 1975, and EMU followed the year after.

However, it was in 1974, just before both schools joined the MAC, that EMU and WMU finally began playing yearly to close the loop and begin the three-way rivalry.

CMU Leads the Pack: 1974-1991

It was the perfect time to move up if you were a Central Michigan fan. The Chippewas won the Division II National Championship in the 1974 season. Central Michigan had been led by head coach Roy Kramer since 1967. It was Kramer who built Central Michigan into a D-II powerhouse and perfectly timed their jump. In their first three years in the MAC, CMU went 25-7-1. They didn’t claim any conference titles, but finished 2nd in 1975 and 1977.

Roy Kramer was replaced by longtime replacement Herb Deromedi in 1978. Central Michigan went from strength to strength, as Deromedi proved to be the perfect match. CMU finished ‘78 with a 9-2 record, finishing 2nd in the MAC once again. The next two years, the Chippewas would win the conference. In 1979, Central Michigan went undefeated with a 10-0-1 record. They didn’t play in a bowl or finish in the AP Poll because that’s just how things were back then.

CMU wouldn’t win the MAC again for another decade, but they were a player in the conference race every year and completely dominated their rivals. The Chippewas wouldn’t suffer a losing season through the entirety of Deromedi’s 16 year tenure.

The 1980′s weren’t as successful in Kalamazoo or Ypsilanti, but neither team was a real bottom-feeder.

Western Michigan likely assumed they’d be able to run roughshod over their newcomer brother programs, but were usurped. 1974 was the final year in Bill Doolittle’s decade long tenure, and the largely successful WMU coach faceplanted with a 3-8 record after seven winning seasons in his previous nine years.

Doolittle’s replacement was Elliot Uzelac (who would later coach Navy in the late 80′s). Uzelac did a good job for the most part. After a dreadful 1-10 first season, he coached the Broncos to a 37-29 record from 1976 to 1981. Jack Harbaugh coached Western Michigan from 1982 to 1986, but after a 2nd place finish in his first year WMU got worse each year. 

Al Molde came in to take over from Harbaugh in 1987. Molde had coached his way up from D-III and quickly got the Broncos straightened out. In 1988, Western Michigan went 9-3, winning their first MAC title since 1966 but lost to Fresno State in the California Bowl. WMU remained a contender for the rest of Molde’s decade in Kalamazoo, finishing above .500 for the next six seasons.

Eastern Michigan hadn’t been a very successful D-II program, so hopes weren’t exactly high as they transitioned to the higher level. Ed Chlebek actually managed a surprise 8-3 record in 1977, but then left immediately for Boston College. Replacement Mike Stock was horrible, and he was fired only 3 games into the 1982 season after accruing a 6-38-1 record.

EMU hired Jim Harkema in 1983. Harkema was previously the head man at Grand Valley State in D-II and had led the Lakers to three conference titles in his ten years at the helm. Harkema would spend another ten years in Ypsilanti and would become the Hurons’ best coach since moving up to D-I.

It took some time to get things going, but by year 1986 Eastern Michigan had a winning record. In ‘87, EMU had their best year in modern history, going 10-2, earning their first every (and currently only) MAC Championship and a victory over San Jose State in the California Bowl. The Hurons finished with a winning record in the next two years, finishing 2nd in the MAC both times.

The magic didn’t last, and Harkema resigned midway through the 1992 season after several losing campaigns. The Hurons, now renamed the Eagles, would enter a brutal period of decline after this point.

Michigan MAC Trophy Record Central Michigan: 15 Western Michigan: 2 Eastern Michigan: 1

Despite the relative parity between the programs, the Trophy was nearly always in Mount Pleasant. Central Michigan owned their rivals in the first two decades since they joined the MAC. The Chippewas would have won the Michigan MAC Trophy in the first 15 of 18 seasons since 1974. They never lost it for more than a year and never once kept it via tiebreaker.

It’s curious how dominant this stretch was considering that both Western and Eastern Michigan had periods of success, especially in the late 80′s. CMU still managed to outfox their rivals on almost every occasion. EMU didn’t manage to win the Trophy in 1987, their only 10 win season ever, because one of their two losses was to Central.

The Broncos only managed to win the Trophy twice. The first, in 1976 was during a down year for the Chippewas, and the second was WMU’s first 9 win season in program history.

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Western Michigan Strikes Back: 1992-2004

Jim Harkema and Herb Deromedi retired in 1992 and 1993 respectively. Harkema has been Eastern Michigan’s best coach since moving up to D-I. Deromedi was the MAC’s winningest head coach of all time before Frank Solich passed him last season.

Neither team was able to easily transition away from their best head coaches in recent memory. EMU was hit particularly hard. The Eagles went into a tailspin and would only have one winning season (6-5 in 1995) for the next two decades. CMU won the MAC in Dick Flynn’s first year as head coach in 1994, but then fell off into irrelevance for the next decade.

Western Michigan took charge of the rivalry. WMU remained strong under Al Molde, who stayed on as head coach until his retirement in 1996. Molde’s replacement, Gary Darnell, kept up the momentum at first. The Broncos went 31-15 in Darnell’s first four seasons with two MAC West Division titles.

Western Michigan began to flag around the turn of the decade. The Broncos were a dreadful 15-31 from 2001-2004, a perfectly horrific turnaround compared to the first half of Darnell’s tenure. Darnell was fired after a 1-10 collapse in ‘04.

Michigan MAC Trophy Record Central Michigan: 18 Western Michigan: 11 Eastern Michigan: 2

Western Michigan was easily the strongest of the Michigan MAC programs in the 1990′s. From Al Molde to Gary Darnell, the Broncos routinely bested their rivals, especially Eastern Michigan.

Central Michigan was able to keep up with their rivals in the mid-90′s, but the Chippewas really fell off under Mike DeBord in the early 2000′s. Eastern Michigan was an afterthought for the most part, though they did manage to win one Trophy in 2004 when all three programs were in the toilet.

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The Real Trophy Era: 2005-2019

So now we’re back to the beginning. In 2005 the *real* Michigan MAC Trophy began to pass between the three schools in that state in that conference. It was also somewhat of a turning point once more.

In 2004 Brian Kelly came to Central Michigan, reversing the fortunes of the Chippewas, who had been struggling for most of the previous decade. In 2006, CMU went 10-4 with a MAC Championship, which Kelly relayed into a job at Cincinnati. Central Michigan replaced Kelly with another ace hire in Butch Jones, who kept up the winning ways.

CMU won a second straight MAC title in 2007 and a third in 2009. The ‘09 season was a standout 12-2 campaign that saw the Chippewas finish 23rd in the AP Poll, their only final top 25 ranking. Following this extremely successful year, Jones was also poached by Cincinnati following Kelly’s departure to Notre Dame. Central Michigan became a middling program in the MAC West under first Dan Enos and then John Bonamego. Jim McElwain was hired to coach CMU starting in 2019 and went 8-6 in his first year.

Bill Cubit was hired by Western Michigan in 2005 and did a solid job for most of his 8 years in Kalamazoo. Cubit took the Broncos to three bowls, more than WMU had ever seen in total before that point. However, Cubit never was able to take the next step, and following a disappointing 4-8 season in 2012 Cubit was relieved of duty.

Cubit was replaced by PJ Fleck, who quickly transformed Western Michigan into the top program in the MAC. In 2016, the Broncos screamed out to finish the season 13-0 with a MAC Championship and the conference’s second ever berth in a NY6 Bowl. The dream ended in Dallas as #12 WMU lost to Wisconsin in the Cotton Bowl, but it was still the best ever season any Michigan MAC school has ever had. Fleck left following his triumphant ‘16 season. Tim Lester hasn’t done quite as good a job, but has kept Western Michigan relevant in the years since the breakout 2016 season.

Eastern Michigan was a different story. The Eagles were one of the worst teams in FBS football for most of the 2000′s. EMU was a bottom-feeder under Jeff Woodruff, Jeff Genck, and Ron English. They were considered a lost cause when they hired Chris Crieghton.

Creighton was a turnaround veteran, having clawed his way up from NAIA to D-III to non-scholarship FCS. It took a few years, but he even turned around Eastern Michigan. In 2016 the Eagles finished the year 7-6, their first winning season since 1995, and their first bowl since 1987. EMU went bowling in 2018 and 2019 as well.

Michigan MAC Trophy Record Central Michigan: 23 Western Michigan: 17 Eastern Michigan: 6

Since the introduction of the real rivalry trophy, the standings have been much more competitive. Despite mostly being godawful in the 2000′s, Eastern Michigan somehow managed to keep (and retain) the trophy on four occasions.

Despite good seasons, WMU was unable to claim the trophy often during Bill Cubit’s tenure, but have done well for themselves since PJ Fleck came into town. The Broncos have won five of the last six Trophies. CMU remains a constant in the discussion, though they’ve only won five Trophies since the introduction of the real thing.

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Prehistory: 1902-1973

I’m putting the other games on here just in case you were curious to see the full history of all three games.

Michigan MAC Trophy Record Western Michigan: 49 Central Michigan: 42 Eastern Michigan: 19

As you can tell this isn’t quite a fair comparison. There were decades separating EMU-WMU games so for the most part the Michigan MAC Trophy would have been simply decided by the CMU-WMU game.

The Broncos definitely dominated the series before 1974, but this is to be expected when they were the only D-I program of the three for several decades.

Michigan MAC Trophy Record (Without Ties) Central Michigan: 40 Western Michigan: 38 Eastern Michigan: 14

Without ties, Central Michigan regains its lead in the all-time standings. The Chippewas’ complete dominance in the 70′s and 80′s came without a single tie, giving them a slight edge over rival Western Michigan who benefited from 11 ties in the history of the series. The Eagles remain at the bottom. Can’t be helped.

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I think it’s great that these smaller FBS teams have these interesting and unique rivalries and a Trophy series like this. I hope they continue to do it until the sun burns out. The MAC is one of those underfunded and low-resource conferences that soldiers on as the second choice underneath the Big Ten, providing real college football to the Midwest.

I’m cautiously optimistic about the future of the Michigan MAC Trophy. Obviously it’s got a stronger foundation than either the Beehive Boot or the Florida Cup, since every team actually plays each other every season. The only danger I can imagine is that one or more of these schools eventually drops down a level or drops football altogether for budget reasons. Lets hope it doesn’t happen.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little series of mine. Maybe I’ll do a few more exploring other rivalries that don’t have a trophy. Stay tuned!

-cfbguy

[misssophiachase]

A while back the lovely @megansarah11 asked for a Klaroline drabble prompt inspired by Sybil and Tom from Downton Abbey (modern-day version). Apologies I never got to it love but I’m so excited about the movie coming out tomorrow so thought I’d finally write something : ) Hope you like it. Lyrics by Tracy Chapman.

He’s an Uber driver she wants to hate, she’s the daughter of an influential person he wants to hate but a mutually beneficial arrangement might change all that. 

Fast Car

You got a fast car, I want a ticket to anywhere

“Five minutes late,” she muttered from the backseat, stabbing at the buttons on her cell phone. “And one less star for lack of decorum.”

He’d picked her up outside Columbia University but given it was peak hour and hundreds of students milling around campus he’d struggled to see her even if it was her responsibility to place his license plate first. 

Glancing at the impressive looking college in the distance while he waited, Klaus wished he could afford to study there. His GPA was impressive so too his SAT scores during high school but he couldn’t afford college and scholarships were few and far between. 

Klaus Mikaelson didn’t drive an Uber for fun, in fact, he only drove because he needed the money to support his family not rude commentary from passengers mid-trip. 

This type he’d seen before, the epitome of a spoiled princess, although Klaus had to admit she was easy on the eye; blonde waves, porcelain skin, pink lips and legs for days encased within that leather mini-skirt. Daddy’s little girl had obviously decided putting the Uber driver out of business would be a fun distraction on the way out with friends. 

“Five minutes late is reasonably good for New York traffic, although I’m sure you know that already, but what exactly is wrong with my decorum?” He asked, probably against his better judgment but Klaus was bored and needed some entertainment to pull him out of his Friday night funk. 

“Lack of decorum you mean and last time I checked that was none of your business.”

“Well, if you’re going to review my services aloud, it’s a little difficult to ignore,” Kaus offered, looking at her in his rearview mirror curiously, noting those expressive blue eyes widening in shock.

She didn’t respond immediately, obviously thrown off by his reply. Instead, she proceeded to punch at her cell with more vigor and Klaus knew he’d lost at least another star in the process. He wasn’t phased and decided he’d much prefer music than her thoughts anyway.  

“What the hell is this?” She growled, finally finding her voice as the music reverberated loudly through the speakers. 

“It’s called music, sweetheart.”

“I’m aware it’s music,” she growled, “and don’t call me that.”

“It’s the Clash.” 

“Well, the name seems fitting given the lack of musicality,” she shared. Before she could eviscerate him again via review Klaus replied. 

“I should have known I suppose.”

“Should have known what exactly?”

“That someone so uptight and privileged wouldn’t understand punk rock.”

“I understand it perfectly,” she huffed. “In fact, I admire the way the genre has pioneered political messaging over the decades.”

“Really? You do?” He inquired, not expecting that response from the princess in his backseat. He decided she must be taking a few political electives and thought she knew everything.

“Yes, and, while we’re at it, everyone knows the Clash. I didn’t think you’d be so easily fooled.”

“Well, excuse me if you don’t look the type.” 

“You got me,” she admitted, his crimson lips curved into a smile knowing he’d won the argument. “I’m actually more of a Ramones fan if I’m to be completely honest.”

“Figures, you’d pick the band with the conservative guitarist.”

“I was more of a Joey fan, not Johnny if you must know. I ought to really address your judgmental tendencies in my review.” Klaus had to admit she knew her punk rock and the fact brother Joey was far more liberal than his older brother Johnny. 

“Well, given that, my tardiness and lack of decorum at least I’m consistent, love.”  

“I’d be curious to know just what your other passengers think about typecasting their musical tastes and political beliefs. And, by the way, you’re down to one star, buddy.”

Klaus could tell by consulting the rearview mirror she hadn’t bothered to look down at her phone once and a sly smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

She was enjoying this and Klaus had to admit he was too. It also didn’t hurt just how cute she looked twirling a blonde lock in her fingers and biting the right corner of her bottom lip either. 

“I’m amazed I still have one star,” he teased, realizing he had nothing to lose at this point. “Daddy must hate that his daughter is a Democrat.”

“You have no idea, not that I’m trying to entertain your stereotypes at all,” she mumbled, laying her head back, her blonde waves fanning out across the seat. “I think he’d disown me if I wasn’t his only child.”

“Well, then I’m sorry I judged you,” he offered, his eyes meeting hers briefly. “I definitely deserve that review.”

“Well, there’s still time to prove yourself,” she smiled deviously. “How about we make a detour and you can make it up to me?”

Maybe we make a deal

“You brought me to Central Park?” Klaus shivered, trying to ignore just how frozen his toes were and hoping it didn’t spread to other much-needed regions. 

Klaus had been unable to help himself, offering his jacket to his passenger who was less clothed and insisted they visit the Bethesda Fountain. It was empty given the season and this time of night.   

“If this is a frostbite competition, I give in,” he chuckled whilst trying to battle the chill. 

“This is my favorite place in the city,” she shared, looking upwards. The sky was clear tonight, the moon barely visible but multiple stars twinkling in the distance. “I like to come here when no one else is around.” 

“Well, you certainly chose the optimal time.” He agreed, hoping she’d get to the point sooner rather than later. As a driver, it wasn’t his role to get out of the car but for some reason, she’d enticed him into the cold. Klaus decided to blame it on his need for a good review, well in case anyone asked. “Don’t you want to meet your friends?”

“Maybe later,” she replied, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain and patting the spot next to her. Klaus wasn’t one to come on command but he’d long abandoned his usual routine when she’d jumped into his car. “I’ll pay extra and up your stars, promise.”

“It’s not about the money or the review,” Klaus admitted, probably too quickly. “I just like all my appendages working at full capacity.”

“Looks pretty good to me,” she shot back, a cheeky smile crossing her features as her eyes grazed his crotch. Klaus thought he’d pegged her when she jumped into his car but was finding it difficult to concentrate given just how unpredictable she’d proven.   

“You were not what I expected at all.”

“I have that effect on people,” she grinned. “My father doesn’t like it all that much, usually has one of his drivers take me around the city so as to avoid anything untoward.”

“And that’s not a nice, fatherly thing to do I assume?” 

“He does it to spy on me,” she growled. “It’s like I’m eight years old all over again and he’s chasing Liam O’Neil out of my treehouse.”

“What exactly were you doing in said treehouse?”

“We were playing doctors and nurses,” Klaus smirked knowingly, causing her to jab him in the ribs. “Get your head out of the gutter it was all above board. If anything it made me realise just what a bad nurse Liam made.”

“So, why no driver tonight then?”

“I snuck out before he arrived,” she admitted. “I wanted to spend my night my own way.”

“My curiosity is piqued, who exactly is your father?” 

“Republican Congressman for the 2nd District,” she murmured. “Talk about a total buzzkill. He has this tendency to put a dampener on my life in general and not just because of his choice of political party.”

“Wow, that was not who I was expecting at all when we started our discussion.”

“Oh, is that what you call it? From memory, it was all about you questioning my musical tastes and insulting my beliefs.”

“We haven’t even scratched the surface of a real political debate and you know it, Caroline.” For some reason that made Klaus smile in anticipation of a rematch.

“You said my name,” she smiled. “And here I thought I’d forever be known as love or sweetheart or whatever you call all the women you pick up.” Klaus didn’t miss her double meaning. 

“Assuming I pick up all these women, love,” he smirked flashing his dimples, noticing her creamy skin flush a cute shade of pink as he did. 

“So, any chance you’d consider driving me around?” His eyebrows shot up curiously wondering how they’d moved from pick-ups to fully-fledged driving.  “Urgh not in that way,” she groaned, jabbing him again. Klaus had to admit he was quite enjoying throwing around double entendres especially if it warded off the chill. 

“What? You mean like a chauffeur? It’s not really my thing and I’m not sure your father would approve,” he whistled. “We don’t exactly run in the same circles.”

“He doesn’t need to know that. I just need more space and this arrangement could be mutually beneficial.”

“And what do I get exactly?”

“You get money and I get freedom,” she shot back. “Seems like the perfect arrangement.”

“Except for the obvious,” he said, “Your father probably has the most stringent vetting process in place for the position of driving around his only daughter.”

“Just leave it to me.”

“Why does that worry me?”

“Because for the most part, and not that I want to prove your earlier assessment correct, my father does most things I ask. It’s either because he loves me or doesn’t want me to make a scene. Either scenario works I suppose.” Klaus could tell by the hurt in her voice that she cared about what he thought more than she liked to portray. “You’re English, surely we can sell you as some Margaret Thatcher-loving Tory who came to America to discover his dream.”

“Of being a chauffeur?”

“Of being a chauffeur who is saving for college to become a lawyer at a private equity practice in Washington DC and then the next Attorney-General in a Republican White House.”

“Sounds exactly like me,” he joked. “It seems like you’ve offered this position to others before me.”

“No, that’s just pretty much every guy my father has tried to set me up with since I was eighteen.”   

“I think that will be a tough sell, love.”

“But just think about all the money you could make, Uber driving would be peanuts in comparison.” 

Klaus wasn’t motivated by money but given his mother’s health problems he knew the extra cash would make a difference with her treatment. He’d be stupid to pass up an offer like that and if it meant more time to discuss politics with Caroline Klaus certainly wasn’t complaining. 

Maybe she needed more freedom and maybe he needed more money but for some reason, there seemed to be an underlying reason neither had verbalized. 

It was as if she wanted an escape just as much as he did.

Maybe together we can get somewhere, any place is better

[kristallioness]

2016 | 2017 | 2018

*quietly sneaks back in*... Happy New THIS Year, my dear followers! In Estonia, we have this saying that if you wish someone a 'happy new year' after Three Kings' Day (the 6th of January), you gotta have a bottle of alcohol with you and give them a drink. *lol*

Anyways, I would like to apologize for the sudden disappearance that happened prior to Christmas. I was just busy travelling back home for the holidays, unpacking and putting away my stuff, watching some great, traditional movies or shows on TV, and most importantly, working on those 2 latest masterpieces that I posted (which barely got 30 notes each.. *sigh*).

But as you can (and probably will) see, the year of the yellow earth pig (i.e. my dad's year) was a rollercoaster of emotions and accomplishments, or lacking thereof.

My creative side seems to have suffered the most due to lack of leisure time. I only managed to finish 3 full digital drawings and left behind several sketches or unfinished WIPs (2 of which are revealed here under the months of June and November for the first time, I intend to finish the Korrasami one btw). At least I got to start 2020 with a completed drawing on the very 1st day, ha-ha! Perhaps that's a good omen for this year?

If so, then I hope I'll find the time to finish the rest of the 2019 Inktober prompts, since I only did 4/31 this past October (even though I'd thought of ideas for all of them). I brought all the necessary drawing utensils and sheets of paper with me, so whenever I'm in the mood, I'll try to sketch another one.

*calculates for the nth time*.. I wrote 18,110 words worth of fanfiction, plus 820 words for the UYLD prompts (making the total 18,930). Technically, you can count another 8k+ in there, since it comes from that unfinished story (of Aang taking care of a flu-ridden Katara, as illustrated by the September sketch), which I haven't finished within the last 4 months or so. Plus, I barely wrote 1/5 of the amount compared to 2018.. *hides in shame*

Then again, I was an excellent pupil for picking up an actual book and reading through 150+ pages (which means I have ~300 pages to go). I'm talking about the new Kyoshi novel that came out. As I once said, I haven't voluntarily read a book in years make that 2 years ago (most of the reading I've done in my life is either Tom & Jerry comics, now the Avatar comic trilogies and art books as well as fanfiction online, or compulsory reading during school). But this novel is freaking fantastic superb!

Not only that, I bought all the new comic trilogies and managed to read them through. Damn, did they give me feels.. especially "Ruins of the Empire" (ngl I squeed so hard when I saw the Korrasami farewell kiss on the 1st page of the 2nd part). I can't wait to read the 3rd part this year!

However, I failed to rewatch Avatar last year, and I haven't seen Korra since.. 2016, I believe? Wow, that's 4 whole years.. But I intend to fix that mistake starting from 2020. Hopefully I'm in the mood to start my rewatch this weekend tonight. *fingers crossed*

But as I said, I had much less time to focus on my hobbies since 2019 was the year for finally moving on with my life (sort of, I'm still working on it). I still remember how down I'd been feeling for a while and how valid those emotions really were. The first quarter of the year (+ like a month or two) was a continuous descent into desperation and feelings of utter failure, which already started around the 2nd half of 2018 and only continued to deepen around that time.

Everything began to change when I was first chosen to be part of a 2-month summer internship in an IT company, and I had to start building a new nest in a new location in Tallinn this May. And now, I feel like I've hit the jackpot by getting a permanent job in another IT company this October.

I got the opportunity to work in two different fields, in two different teams within a year. I met some awesome colleagues (a lot of whom are foreigners) and got the chance to really put my English skills to the test.

Thanks to the new job, I also had to go to a free health check, which went really-really well. Despite my nervousness in the beginning, I feel much more relaxed about my physical (and mental) health, cause the results showed that everything's okay (something I'd been worried about since March 2017).

Speaking of health or staying healthy, there were a few sports events that I went to, too. Our team held the first winter team event (it was the first one for me, at least) by going to do archery in a range on the outskirts of the capital.

I watched the football match between 2 teams of our local league at my hometown together with my dad on his birthday. Our home team won the match and came in 4th place overall in the league this year, which is their best result so far (I'm really proud!). And merely days before I started work, I visited the Tallinn International Horse Show for the first time (also with my dad). I last got to watch horses jump over fences or dance to their musical programs ~ 10 years ago, and I loved it!

Event-wise 2019 was pretty full of them. As has become tradition, I went to the Defence Forces parade on our 101st Independence Day (which seemed rather bleak compared to the centennial, even more so since we didn't have ANY snow at the time).

What will hopefully become new traditions, I visited the television tower on the Restoration of Independence Day (where Uku Suviste gave a free concert in the evening), and went to the Veteran's Rock concert (to honour our war veterans) on our Freedom Square on the 23rd of April (since I'm residing in the capital now, I should be able to go again this year).

To continue with the centennial celebrations (yes, some things are STILL turning 100), I saw and explored inside the armoured train no. 7 called "Wabadus" ("Freedom") in the Baltic Station. This armoured train was one of the keys that led our country to victory during the War of Independence from 1918-1920.

There was an even bigger (150th) anniversary to celebrate in the beginning of July, when I attended our Song and Dance Festival. This was a really important, if not the biggest event of the year. I intend to make a longer post about my experience, cause it's something that you foreigners need to see for yourself. I can't simply describe or put it into words, I have to show you some videos and photos.

But while we're on the topic of concerts, I should mention that I went to 2 more at the beginning of June - Bon Jovi and Sting - as well as 2 that were part of Christmas tours in December - Elina Nechayeva and Rolf Roosalu.

Besides that, I went to 6 different festivals, half of which I'd been to several times before, such as the Türi Flower Fair, Jäneda Farm Days (where I went on my first helicopter ride for my 25th birthday present) and the Christmas market in the Old Town of Tallinn.

The other half is comprised of festivals that I'd been considering going to for a while, or which took place for the first time. The latter applies to the Black Food Festival, whereas the "Valgus Kõnnib" ("Wandering Lights") and the duck rally, both of which took place in Kadriorg, fall under the first category.

The duck rally is a charity event held in the beginning of June. Regular people can buy at least one (or several) rubber bath duckies for different prices, which will then be dumped into a tiny stream that'll carry them towards the finish line. This event has grown more popular each year, and the money the Estonian Association of Parents of Children with Cancer (sorry, long name in English!) collects is donated to the Cancer Treatment Fund.

*wipes forehead*.. Phew! I'm surprised, that's a whole lotta positivity for 2019. I think there's one more important, but seriously negative topic I haven't covered yet, but I feel should be mentioned and explained.

When it comes to politics, 2019 was a complete disaster for us. EKRE (Eesti Konservatiivne Rahvaerakond in Estonian, or Estonia's Conservative People's Party in English) i.e. our populist/nazi/pro-Trump party is in the government as of April 2019, thanks to 100,000+ idiots (out of our population of 1.3 million) who voted for them and gave them 19/101 seats in the Parliament.

No, I am NOT going to apologize for calling them a nazi party, because their main leaders have repeatedly supported ideology that's common to nazis (they use aggressive rhetoric, blame the media for making them look bad, downgrade women, minorities, are racist, anti-semitic etc...). And I will not apologize in front of the people who voted for them, because "thanks" to this, EKRE has dragged our country's reputation straight through a mud puddle (not to mention the scandals that have accompanied 5 of their ministers, 3 of who have THANKFULLY stepped down from their positions) and.. *swears like the British*.. it's BLOODY EMBARRASSING.

I am done being nice, I have at least some kind of prejudice about anyone who supports them or their ideals. And I will certainly not let Estonia end up like America. So that is why I participated in two protest events against EKRE and our current government (because the 2 other parties, who were willing to form the coalition with them, are spineless jellyfish that simply seek to hold onto their current positions of power). I'm willing to take bets as to when our government falls (the sooner the better).

*shakes off the frustration*.. Brrr! So besides that, I guess the only downside to 2019 was my spare time falling back in the list of priorities (which shows in the empty square of July).

2020 is gonna be the year of the white metal rat. I can only hope (and take action so) that it'll be just as eventful, and much more creative than 2019. Thank you all for following me (or lurking anonymously) for so long, especially to the bloggers who've offered me support through better or worse! *raises a glass* Here's to 2020!.. *sip*

[massmurdera]

2019 & 2010s Best/Worst

Because I like lists and cataloguing the dumb shit I cared about. As my brother once said after seeing and reviewing NOW YOU SEE ME on a lazy Sunday, ‘Some would say it was a waste of time, others might say it was a colossal waste of time.’     

I’ll admit, it’s a bit over-the-top. Particularly including the Pats, but yeah, in the Tom Brady era that started when I was 14 as a Freshman in high school to 33 years old now and wrapping up soon-ish (?), there’s not a chance in hell I’ll care as intimately about this shit. I grew up with it at just the right time.

2019 MOVIES  TOP TIER 1) Once Upon a Time in Hollywood 2) Uncut Gems 2nd TIER 3) Knives Out 4) Parasite 5) Little Women 6) Midsommer 3rd TIER 7) John Wick III 8) Ready or Not 9) Marriage Story 10) Joker 11) Irishman 12) Shazam! 13) Us UNDERRATED Ready or Not TOO LONG John Wick III; Irishman SOLID El Camino GOOD BAD 6 Underground OK 21 Bridges; Avengers: Endgame; Dolemite is my Name; Dragged Across Concrete; Fighting With My Family; Hustlers; Knock Down the House; Longshot; the Report; Two Popes MEH Always Be My Maybe; Death of Dick Long; High Flying Bird; Spiderman: Far From Home; Standoff at Sparrow Creek DISAPPOINTING Hobbs & Shaw; Toy Story 4; Triple Frontier SUCK Laundromat; Under the Silver Lake OVERRATED Ad Astra; Booksmart; the Farewell FUNNIEST SCENE Dicaprio flipping out in movie trailer BEST CLIMAX/ENDING Once Upon a Time; Uncut Gems HAVEN’T SEEN 1917; Apollo 11; Beach Bum; Dark Waters; Ford vs Ferrari; Honey Boy; Jojo Rabbit; the Lighthouse; Star Wars 2019 TV  TOP TIER 1) Succession 2) Fleabag 3) Watchmen 2nd TIER 4) When They See Us 5) Barry 6) Unbelievable 7) Chernobyl 8) Sex Education DAMN GOOD Big Mouth; the Boys; Brockmire; Derry Girls; Euphoria; Loudest Voice; Mindhunter; Pen15; Righteous Gemstones; Veep WATCHABLE Atypical; Bosch; Dark; Goliath; Karate Kid; Kominsky Method; Mandalorian; Mr Robot; Mrs Fletcher; Russian Doll; Warrior HIGH/LOW I Think You Should Leave SHIT END FOR ALL-TIME GREAT Game of Thrones HALF-WATCH Living With Yourself; Raising Dion; the Society NOT UP TO STANDARD Stranger Things; GLOW; Killing Eve; True Detective BAD Luther; Shameless; Silicon Valley; SNL SUCK 13 Reasons Why; Big Little Lies; the Witcher FUNNIEST Desus & Mero DOCS 1) Fyre: both  2) Ted Bundy Tapes 3) American Factory 4) Leaving Neverland STAND-UP SPECIALS 1) Burr 2) Chappelle 3) Jeselnik 4) Birbiglia 5) Gulman BEHIND ON SHOWS I DIG Brooklyn 99; Catastrophe; Corporate; Expanse; Good Place; It’s Always Sunny; Letterkenny 2010s TV  DRAMA 1) Breaking Bad 2) Game of Thrones 3) Justified 4) Mad Men 5) Hannibal 6) Banshee ANTHOLOGY/LIMITED SERIES 1) Fargo SII 2) True Detective SI 3) When They See Us 4) People Vs OJ Simpson 5) Chernobyl 6) Show Me a Hero 7) the Night Of 8) Honorable Woman COMEDY 1) Atlanta 2) Fleabag 3) Veep 4) Big Mouth 5) Parks & Rec 6) Rick & Morty 7) Nathan for You 8) Review 9) American Vandal HIT/MISS Black Mirror OVERRATED Boardwalk Empire; House of Cards; Peaky Blinders; Westworld UNDERRATED Banshee; Brockmire; Hannibal FUN HATE-WATCH Newsroom DOWNHILL Homeland; How I Met Your Mother; Legion; Sons of Anarchy HATED Girls; Leftovers; Rectify UNWATCHABLE Twin Peaks BEST ENDINGS Breaking Bad; Justified; Fleabag; Parks & Rec DUMBEST ENDING Dexter; Sons of Anarchy LATE NIGHT Desus & Mero POLITICAL John Oliver 2010s MOVIES 2010 Social Network Animal Kingdom; the Fighter; Four Lions; Inside Job; Jackass 3; MacGruber; Shutter Island; Toy Story 3; True Grit; Winter’s Bone 2011 the Raid Descendents; Drive; Fast Five; the Guard; Mission Impossible 4; Take This Waltz; Warrior 2012 Magic Mike 21 Jump Street; Argo; Cabin in the Woods; Chronicle; Django Unchained; Goon; Looper; Queen of Versailles; Silver Linings Playbook; Skyfall 2013 Wolf of Wall Street Before Midnight; the Conjuring; Gravity; Her; Inside Llewyn Davis; Prisoners; Short-Term 12 2014 John Wick the Drop; Edge of Tomorrow; Gone Girl; the Guest; Lego Movie; Nightcrawler; the Raid 2; Whiplash 2015 Mad Max 7 Days in Hell; Big Short; Brooklyn; Creed; Ex Machina; Fast 7; It Follows; Logan; Magic Mike XXL; the Martian; Me and Earl and the Dying Girl; Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation; Sicario 2016 the Nice Guys Deadpool; Edge of Seventeen; Everybody Wants Some!; Green Room; La La Land; Manchester By the Sea; Moonlight; OJ: Made in America; Popstar; Sing Street; Weiner 2017 Get Out Blade Runner 2049; Coco; Dunkirk; Lady Bird; Logan; Thor Ragnorak; Tour de Pharmacy 2018 Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse BlacKKKlansman; Den of Thieves; Hereditary; If Beale Street Could Talk; Minding the Gap; Sorry to Bother You

THE BEST Mad Max BEST DOC OJ: Made in America FUNNIEST DOC Tickled UNDERRATED DOC Weiner HORROR Hereditary FAVORITE/FUNNIEST PERFORMANCE Ryan Gosling (Nice Guys) DESERVED 5 SEQUELS the Nice Guys SUPERHERO Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse WAR Dunkirk BEST FIGHT SCENES the Raid UNDERRATED any Lonely Island project NICE TRY Dark Knight Rises; Inception; Interstellar; Widows STAND-UP 2010s FAVORITE Bill Burr NEXT BEST Ali Wong; Anthony Jeselnik; Kyle Kinane; Bert Kreischer; Marc Maron; John Mulaney; Patton Oswalt; Rory Scovel; Tom Segura COMEBACK Chappelle DOWNFALL Louis CK DIED BEFORE PRIME Patrice O’Neal, Greg Giraldo UNDERRATED Joe Derosa MUST-SEE LIVE Robert Kelly  PODCASTS 2010s  BEST/FUNNIEST/UNDERRATED Walking the Room RUNNER-UP 600 Dollar Podcast ONE-MAN RANT Bill Burr Monday Morning Podcast SPORTS Pardon My Take RIFFING Bodega Boys HISTORY/COMEDY Dollop HISTORY DEEP DIVE Hardcore History MOVIES Rewatchables HATE-WATCH CRITICISM West Wing Thing POP CULTURE/FILM Frotcast MIXED Revisionist History GOOD/BAD Joe Rogan: GOOD: propping up comic friends; BAD: useful idiot for propping up bad faith fascists who should be put out to pasture INTERNET CURIOSITY Reply All LEFTIST POLITICS Chapo Trap House TRUE CRIME In the Dark ADVICE Don’t Take Bullshit From Fuckers LAME Pod Save America OVERRATED Missing Richard Simmons DIDN’T LIKE S-Town SERIAL Season 3>Season 1 TRUMP Trump, Inc SPORTS SCHAUDENFREUDE Fuck the Chargers OKAY Bill Simmons WTF WITH MARON good when he talks to comics MURDER My Favorite Murder OTHER GOOD ONES Hound Tall; Press Box

2010s MUSIC  FAVORITE anything Brian Fallon ROCK BAND Menzingers SONG Robyn-‘Dancing On My Own’ POP-PUNK BAND Wonder Years LIVE ALBUM Horrible Crowes-‘Elsie’ HEAVY BAND Every Time I Die ELECTRONIC Chvrches SOLO Rihanna COVER ALBUM Dustin Kensrue-‘Thoughts on a Different Blood’ GO-TO AT GYM Story So Far OFF THE INEVITABLE & IRRECOVERABLE DEEP END Kanye KIND OF LIKE THE MUSIC/HATE THE PERSON: LIKE KANYE Taylor Swift, Bieber THOUGHT I’D HATE BUT DOES NOT SUCK Lana Del Rey; Post Malone OTHER FAVES 1975; Arctic Monkeys; Beach Slang; Black Keys; Bon Iver; Carly Rae Jepsen; the National; Thrice MIXED Chance the Rapper; Kendrick Lamar I’ll be honest I spent far more time listening to podcasts nearly all the time and just listened to mostly the same couple of things I liked. 2010s PATRIOTS  2010s BEST GAMES 1) Seahawks Super Bowl 2) Falcons Super Bowl 3) Ravens 2015 Divisional 4) Chiefs 2019 AFCCG UNDERRATED CLASSIC Ravens 2015 Divisional BRADY/GRONK GO DOWN LIKE CHAMPS 1) 2018 Eagles Super Bowl 2) Broncos 2015 AFCCG: Brady’ offensive line was a sieve EITHER WAY Giants Super Bowl: game changed when Brady’s shoulder got fucked up by Tuck FAVORITE PLAYER TB12 MOST FUN/DOMINANT Gronk HEART OF TEAM Edelman BELOVED Wilfork ROCK SOLID 1) Hightower 2) McCourty 3) James White 1st BALLOT HALL OF FAMERS 1) Brady 2) Gronk 3) Revis LATER BALLOT 1) Edelman 2) Scarnecchia 3) Welker 4) Wilfork 5) Slater MAKING AN ARGUMENT Gilmore PATS HALL ONLY 1) McCourty 2) Hightower 3) Mankins 4) White 5) Gostkowski 6) Mayo 7) Chung UNDERRATED/GOOD VALUE 1) Amendola 2) Vollmer 3) Ninkovich 4) Chung 5) Woodhead DESERVED BETTER Welker UNSUNG Slater OVERRATED 1) Solder 2) Brandin Cooks NO-SHOWS Dolphins (Dec ’19); Jets Divisional (Jan ‘11) BEST REGULAR SEASON WINS 1) 2013 Broncos 2) 2017 Steelers 3) 2013 Saints BEST REGULAR SEASON LOSSES 1) 2012 49ers 2) 2016 Seahawks 3) 2014 Packers 4) 2015 Broncos LOL Miami Miracle: saved by winning Super Bowl LEAST TALENTED TEAM 1) 2013 by a mile 2) 2010 3) 2011 4) 2018 BEST TEAM 1) 2014  2) 2016 BEST PLAYS (NON-GRONK) 1) Butler INT Seahawks 2) Edelman TD pass vs Ravens 3) Buttfumble Jets 4) Edelman catch vs Falcons 5) Walk-off TD vs Falcons 6) Dan Connolly kick return 7) Brady TD pass to LaFell 2015 Divisional POUNDED TABLE TO DRAFT 1) Lamar Jackson 2) Kittle 3) AJ Brown 4) Honey Badger 5) Stefon Diggs WANTED BUT OUT OF REACH 1) Aaron Donald 2) Quenton Nelson 3) Derwin James 4) Hopkins 5) TJ Watt 6) Saquon 7) Keenan Allen 8) McCaffrey 9) Gurley WOULD’VE WON IT ALL IF NOT FOR INJURIES 2011, 2012, 2015, 2017. That’s football HEALTHIEST SEASON 2018 ROPE-A-DOPED/GOT BY ON VETERAN GUILE 2018: Belichick’s best coaching FAVORITE PICKS AT THE TIME OF GUYS I WANTED 1) Gronk 2) Hightower/Chandler Jones 3) Shaq Mason MOVES I HATED THAT I WAS WRONG ABOUT 1) Stephon Gilmore 2) trading Jamie Collins MOST IMPROVED Marcus Cannon BEST FIND Kyle Van Noy MOVE I LOVED getting Blount back the 2nd time IF BUTLER WASN’T BENCHED, DO THEY BEAT THE EAGLES? Yes 100%. If only because, if nothing else, he can tackle BUTLER’s INT KILLED THE ‘LEGION OF BOOM’ SEAHAWKS WOULD-BE DYNASTY Yes DRAFT REACH THAT MADE NO SENSE Jordan Richards: Tavon Wilson 2.0 BAD DRAFT MOVES 1) Dominique Easley 2) Cyrus Jones 3) Dobson 4) Mallett DIRTY SECRET Belichick sucks at drafting in 2nd round WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD IF HE STAYED HEALTHY Malcolm Mitchell HATE TO SEE WALK BUT COULDN’T AFFORD 1) Trey Flowers 2) Chandler Jones 3) Jimmy G 4) Talib 5) Akiem Hicks DEFLATEGATE fraud/power trip job by Goodell/owners BRADY OR BELICHICK MORE VALUABLE Brady 100% DISAPPOINTING/GAMBLES 1) Ochocinco 2) Michael Bennett: got him 2 years too late 3) Fanene signing 4) Haynesworth BEST SHORT-TERM 1) Martellus Bennett 2) Chris Long 3) Revis 4) Brian Waters SUSPECT CHARACTERS/EDGY PERSONALITY MACHINES Brandon Spikes; Brandon Browner…SERIAL KILLER Aaron Hernandez PERSONALITY DISORDER DISASTER Antonio Brown: bad signing/unexpected HOW THE FUCK DID WE LOSE TO THAT GUY? Eli Manning/Nick Foles LIFESAVER Scarnecchia MCDANIELS Frustrating—but continuity matters REFS FUCKED OVER Gronk  MISCELANNEOUS 2010s GOOD/ENJOY Bernie Sanders/AOC: people who actually want to get good done that’s long overdue…Lebron James; Stephen Curry; Kawhi; Zion Williamson; Luka Doncic...Lamar Jackson; Pat Mahomes; JJ Watt; Marshawn Lynch…Coach Ed Orgeron...David Ortiz…2011 Bruins…memes…Don Winslow crime novels…David Roth writing on Trump…David Grann non-fiction…’Book of Mormon’ DID NOT ENJOY Kyrie Irving…Deflategate…LeBron on the Heat…Bobby Valentine DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE ‘Between the World and Me’…Elon Musk…Lin Manuel-Miranda/’Hamilton’ INDEFENSIBLY AND INFURIATINGLY BAD THE MORE YOU LOOK AT IT Facebook…Obama Presidency/Democratic Party Leadership EVERYDAY DISASTER Media: CNN; Fox; MSNBC; NY Times Op-Ed…Trump/Republicans: Trump presidency was basically 2010s 9/11 for inevitable disastrous fallout & consequences my generation will never recover from…Grifters Trojan horsing way in shamelessly (Trump administration; Ben Shapiro; Alex Jones; Milo; Jordan Peterson, Tomi Lahren, etc.) and no repercussions...Republican Party basically one goal: to troll libs even with shitty ideas that suck FAVORITES WHO DIED Bourdain; Elmore Leonard; Garry Shandling; Muhammad Ali; Robin Williams; Tom Petty BEST TALENT CUT SHORT Philip Seymour Hoffman SHITTIEST PEOPLE WHO DIED Antonin Scalia; George HW Bush; John McCain; Osama; Steve Jobs; Whitey Bulger I FORGOT THAT SHIT HAPPENED Charlie Sheen loses it JEFFREY EPSTEIN did not kill himself WHAT DEFINES 2010s Amazon/Bezos…Climate Change/Gun Violence inaction…Journalism being taken over by Bane Capital-esque vultures/local places dying...one-sided Class War by the uber-rich…#MeToo…Netflix…Opioids…Outrage/Cancel culture…Police Injustice…Silicon Valley…Social Media…Superhero shit…Your mom

[stories-mostly]

Stark's Bug

Tony Stark x Son!reader

Let's all collectively ignore that I forgot about the entire first 15 min of the 2nd Iron man movie as a late birthday gift to me. Thx.

Words: 1525 (what a pretty number to look at)

Warnings: Canon typical violence, other than that none

Chapter 15

You are watching Happy and your dad box in the ring as you stood beside it copying their movements and fighting an invisible villain. Lots of stuff had happened recently but now that your dad was back, there was no reason to dwell on the latest happenings. Because: You had your own superhero costume!

It had been a weekend project with your dad after he caught you playing with his helmet on. He came up with the idea and you with some rough drafts of the design, then you worked together to give it the finishing touches. Creating your superhero costume all within a 48 hour time span.

There was a helmet in Iron man style but purple and blue colors which looked similar to Captain Magic's colour scheme and it was taken off and put on like a motorcycle helmet. There were strong glasses in the holes for your eyes which Jarvis was built into. They could simulate enemy's. Make them look like they're really there, so you can fight them.

You had a long Cape with dark purple on the outside and a softer blue on the inside, which was attached to your shoulder plates. They were attached to your chest Armour that reached down to your waist line and was made of a thin, breathable, sturdy fabric. You also had super special gauntlets, and boots that reached your knees. You loved your look and went by the name of "Captain Storm", after Captain Magic of course.

His superpowers are controlling the wind, time travel, and super strength. Captain Storm also has a super secret super power only to use in dire situations. Nobody knew that he can use the force! But soon he'll be found out by his arch nemesis Madman!

You had your fun playing pretend as the door opened and Pepper walked in. She was real busy recently so you were excited to see her.

"Pepper!" You shout and run over into her arms.

"What? Who are you?" she gasped.

"Uh? I'm (y/-, I mean, I'm Captain Storm! I was protecting you of the evil lasers of Madman! You can only see them with my super special helmet! Thank me later!" You explained taking a superhero stance. You smiled up at her and went away to "fight" the evil Madman who was now targeting your family!

You didn't even realize there was a whole stranger in the room smiling at your antics.

As soon as your father left the ring the strange lady got in it and fought Happy while Tony and Pepper talked.

You watched in despair as she took down your uncle without a problem. How dare she? That was your uncle! And an ally of Captain Storm! She must be a villain! In truth you were very impressed though. Well (y/n) might've been impressed but Storm saw in her nothing but a potential threat! Maybe she was even a spy sent by Madman! He just couldn't trust her. Though he tried to copy her moves. They were really cool.

You snuck off into the side room and changes back into your "civilian clothes".

Walking back into the gym the woman and Happy were both out of the ring.

You wandered over and let yourself fall over your dad's lap.

"You're finally back, Bug." he said ruffling your hair after pulling you up into a sitting position. Instead of being sprawled over his legs like a lazy cat.

"What're you doing?" you asked both of them, as they seemed to be doing, well, things. You didn't really know what.

"Nothing big, just some paperwork." He paused handing back the papers to Pepper. "Bug, What do you think about going with Happy, Pepper and me to Monaco?" He asked after you faced him properly.

"A vacation?" you were confused, you had school. Also where IS Monaco? Your knowledge of European geography didnt go further than knowing a few names of countries and their estimated location.

"Yeah, more or less. I mean going to Monaco to attend the Grand prix? You know, Formula one? Cars racing each other." He made motions with his hands that were somehow related to race cars.

"Sure." You shrugged pulling up all the knowledge you possess about formula one. It wasn't a lot. You knew that your Stark industries was sponsoring or owned one of the teams and that they drove really weird and fast cars, but that was about it.

It was your first vacation in a long time so hopefully it would be fun.

Not long after your father had asked you whether or not you wanted to come you were in Monaco. More specifically in your hotel room.

You jumped around on the furniture in the large living room as your father was taking a shower. He had said to get ready but you could spare a bit of time for playing.

You let Captain Magic fly around the room after the Captain America figure Coulson had gifted you. Magic knew that Captain USA was an imposter since the real one is dead. So now she had to catch him and reveal his true identity. Though playtime was over as soon as the bedroom door opened and both Captains crashed into your father's chest.

You gasped, and then apologized while giggling.

"Your apology is accepted, now go get dressed you rascal." He said picking up both captains and shooing you back to the couch where your suit was waiting to be put on.

You were dressed in a few minutes, struggling a bit with the button up.

Your father tied your tie and voila you were all ready to go. Looking all fancy in your dress shirt and vest. A real charmer, as your dad put it.

You put on your sunglasses and left.

Arriving at the race track you were overwhelmed on how big it was. You couldn't even see it all together. They really had to drive a long way around Monaco. People cheered as your father got out of the car. He did his usual spiel, while you clamored at the track. You also gave a short wave to the people before you followed Pepper and your dad inside, Happy following behind you.

Inside you where slightly overwhelmed so you just stuck to your father's side. Natalie was also there doing stuff. You actually only found out her name on the flight here when you were back to playing pretend.

Somebody took a quick picture of the three of you while your dad didn't stop talking. You continued to follow him around like a lost puppy.

There was the Hammer guy that was also at your dads court hearing. You could feel that they hated each other. The four of you shortly sat down on a table before Natalie came and told Tony that the other table he wanted is ready.

Your dad stood up and Pepper took your hand having realized how lost you looked, leading you over. You sat down and fiddled with the middle button of your vest.

"Wheres Tony?" Pepper asked after you were both seated.

"On the Toilet." you said looking over to the TV where the preparations for the race were broadcasted.

"I think hes off the toilet now." you said as you saw your dad in full racing get up on the track.

"What? Oh my God." Pepper said and asked for Natalie to bring Happy.

Meanwhile you were ecstatic at the thought of your him racing.

The race began and you were basically bouncing in your seat. Not knowing whether your father was winning or not you still cheered him on internally.

You looked over at Pepper who still had a "I can't believe this" expression on her face.

Your attention was drawn a few minutes after the race had begun. There was a man on the track, just casually walking along. You knew something wasn't right even before he started to turn into a weird very villainy looking dude. You turned to Pepper only to see that she was gone. Now you were panicking. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself but nothing was working. Natalie placed her hand on your back comfortingly. It didn't calm you down at all but grounded you a little. Your father was on the screen getting attacked by some random guy, without his suit, and your main support system was currently gone! You had a feeling that they weren't away to search for safety either.

Tears were building in your eyes as the situation grew more and more concerning.

All you could do was stay there helplessly watching as your father avoided being fried by mere millimeters. You started to grind your teeth together when you saw the car you had come with ram the man into the side barely avoiding your dad. You flinched and bit your lower lip roughly.

There were several heart stopping moments before your dad could finally suit up. You'd like to say that he'd won with ease but it looked like it took a lot of effort to defeat the man.

Ultimately the man was dragged off by officers and the damage was done. You were relived that it was over.

You held onto him tightly as soon as he was within reach.

There was nothing to like about seeing your dad be in immediate danger and fighting for his life. Again.

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) The Competition Pairing:  Kacchako (side Todomomo, side Kirimina) Dance/College AU Rating: E Word Count:  5,286 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?

Absolutely not…

Thanks to @its-love-u-asshole for reading this!

Sweat rolled down his forehead, his breath echoing in his ear. He rocked back and forth on his feet, pressing his cleats into the ground. One try would put them ahead, just one, and Bakugou was ready to kick some fucking ass.

"You better be fucking ready Shitty hair," he growled to himself, glaring at Kirishima, who stood a bit in front of him.

This was the final tournament game of the morning, with barely 3 minutes left in the 2nd half. Bakugou never was affected by the pressure of the clock; if anything, he worked better when things got more intense, but his chest felt tight.

If they won this game, they would advance to the tournament the following weekend. During the earlier morning games, they'd performed well enough to be seeded out until the next tournament. Bakugou wanted more than anything to win this fuckin' thing. After being in and out all season, he owed this win to his team, and like hell he was going to settle for anything less.

Still, he glanced the clock, knowing he didn't have much time to spare.

He thought of her, standing in the middle of the dance floor, brown eyes shimmering as she waited for him. His damn distraction. He wasn't going to let her down. Hell, he wasn't going to let anyone down.

The play began and Kirishima sky rocketed down the field, and Bakugou charged after him, careful to stay behind him. Kirishima dodged between the players, his footwork strong, moving around two of the defense.

"Bakugou!" he yelled, and Bakugou curved behind him, dodging the idiot trying to block him. He stepped around him, ducking down as he let Kirishima toss the ball behind him.

Jumping forward, Bakugou caught the ball and immediately began to run the field. A guy rammed into him on the side and he stumbled, almost tripping forwards but he caught himself, pressing his feet against the grass to propel himself faster, despite the stumble. He charged towards the finish line and dove with the ball in his hands, leaping over the line as he pressed it into the a ground.

A goddamn try. It was enough to push them into the lead.

He grunted when a body fell on top of him, almost directly knocking him to the side. It didn't matter, they were going to win. With only a minute left in the game, there was no way the other team would be able to catch up.

Bakugou smirked, pushing the other guy off of him. Grabbing the ball he tossed it into the air, catching it when it came back down. "FUCK YES!" he cheered.

Kirishima was of course, one of the first ones to dash over to him. He barrelled into him, hugging him tight. "You did it man!" he yelled. "We fucking did it!"

Kaminari and Sero were close behind, the three idiots dancing around in a circle. They stood on their toes and hopped up and down. "We won, we won, we won!" Kaminari laughed, thrusting his fist into the air.

"Oi! We have a minute left!" Sero said, pointing to the clock.

"They're not gonna catch up," Kaminari said, waving his hand up and down.

Right. A minute left, and right now they were wasting time. Bakugou needed to run the clock. "Let's fucking go!" Bakugou called out, getting into formation to turn the ball over.

They made their way down the field, lining up for the drop kick. Sero held the ball in his hand, letting it fall forward as he kicked it to the other team. A blond boy caught it, immediately running for the goal, but they stopped him, Bakugou and Kirishima tackling him to the ground.

During their next play, the whistle blew for the final time, signifying the end of the game.

"Hell yes!" Kaminari cheered, giving a high five to Sero. "I knew we were gonna win."

"No shit idiot," Bakugou growled. "We knew after I scored!" he snapped.

"Aw, come on Bakugou!" Kaminari teased, wrapping his arm around his neck. "Let us have our damn fun!"

"Yeah, yeah," Bakugou snapped and folded his arms over his chest. Could he leave now? He glanced at the clock. He had just over 2 hours to get to the venue, change and be ready to go.

Fuck.

"Bro," Kirishima said, glancing to the clock himself. "You gotta get the hell out of here!"

"Yeah I know," he said. "Glad we fuckin' did it."

"Hey man," Kirishima smirked, giving him a thumbs up, "we couldn't have done it without you."

"'Course you couldn't have!" Bakugou said, grinning back.

"We can handle the rest. You gotta go win number one at your dance competition!" Kirishima teased. "If you don't, we're all gonna be pretty disappointed that you missed all this practice just to lose!"

"Shaddup! You know we're gonna fucking kick ass."

"Of course," Kirishima winked and Bakugou backed away from the guys, making his way to the side of the field where Coach Toshi stood.

"Young Bakugou! That was incredible to watch! Of course, I expect nothing less from my star player!" Toshi said, his laughter booming across the field. "I am quite proud of your ability to manage all your activities. I take it you will be leaving us for the evening to go to your second competition for the day?"

"Yeah..." Bakugou muttered, unsure of how to show the man he was thankful for letting him go.

"Good luck!" he said, patting his hand against his shoulder. "Now off you go, I would hate for you to keep the young lady waiting!"

He blushed at that, nodding quickly. "Right."

"And congrats on your win! I'll expect you to be at the top of your game this week at practice," Toshi smiled.

Bakugou scoffed as he walked away. He always put his damn all into it. He glanced at his friends dancing on the field like idiots. He put his damn all into everything, and he as about to put his all into dancing with his soon-to-be girlfriend.

~~

"W-What if he doesn't though!?" Uraraka's heels clicked against the ground. She paced in the green room, her long flowing pink dress swishing around her legs. Her fingers slipped under the halter of her dress, adjusting where it sat on her neck.

"Ochako-chan," Momo said softly. She smoothed out the skirt of her red dress. "Bakugou isn't going to break this promise to you, you know that."

"It's not that I think he would break it on purpose!" she said. She rose her fingers to her hair, but immediately stopped when she remembered how long it had taken her to get her bun looking so smooth. "There are just so many factors! What if the game goes into overtime and he can't get away!? And he still has to get here, shower, change... and who knows if he can even put on the suit I gave him!?" she said.

"I can help," Todoroki said, pulling back from the mirror. The white side of his hair was pulled back, the red brushed gently to the side. Both he and Momo were completely decked out and ready to go. Momo's long hair was pulled into a high bun, wrapped tightly, though she did let a few pieces fall by her cheeks. She wore a gentle red lipstick, which still stuck out against her pale skin, but it matched her red dress perfectly. As always, her and Todoroki looked beautiful in their formal dress.

"Besides," Momo said. "The waltz event isn't done, Shouto and I's heat still has to go!"

"I know, I know... I'm just... I'm panicking."

"I know," Momo giggled, and gently took her friend's hand. "I know you're so nervous, but... you and Bakugou-san have been working hard on your routine... and he's still so new. You said it yourself you didn't expect to do well. Just have fun," she smiled. "You've been waiting for this for a long time."

Uraraka couldn't help but smile back. Of course she'd been waiting for this for a long while, but mostly she was nervous about the feelings which threatened to explode out of her.

Would she still be able to tell Bakugou everything she felt? She swallowed, glancing towards Momo. She was fixing Todoroki's bow tie, her hands gently touching the red ribbon. It worked out okay for them, didn't it? And it wasn't like... Bakugou didn't like her... Bakugou wouldn't have done all the things he did for her if he didn't...

No.

Right now wasn't the time to be focusing on her feelings. Bakugou and her were about to dance in a competition for the first time. She was supposed to be the calm one... especially since Bakugou would most likely be nervous since this was his first time. Did he ever even get nervous?

"Well, we're up!" Momo smiled when they made an announcement for the waltz group.

"I'll come watch!" Uraraka said. It would be much easier to focus on them dancing than waiting for Bakugou.

She followed them out to the dance floor and stood by the tall rows of seats placed down for an audience to spectate.

Watching Momo and Todoroki dance was always such a treat. Their starting pose was stunning; Todoroki's hand placed on her back, his leg kicked out into a small lunge and Momo's long red dress covered her sparkly heels, her back arching.

The music began and Todoroki started in time, leading them across the dance floor. He avoided the other couples and managed to help Momo stand out, especially when he dipped her down. Her face looked so calm, beautiful and focused. The slightest smile pulled at her lips, especially when they would occasionally lock eyes. It was a craft the two of them had perfected.

It had been a little while since Uraraka had watched their waltz routine for this competition, and she felt a twinge of jealousy, staring at the way Todoroki helped Momo float across the floor.

They were perfect, and Uraraka didn't think that just because they were friends. They shone on the floor, like the spotlights from up above ignored the other dancers, focusing only on Todoroki and Momo.

There was no way they wouldn't claim first in this heat.

The music faded out, and Todoroki dipped Momo down, their eyes locked and filled with a gentle passion. Uraraka clapped, cheering for her two friends.

They took their bows, and immediately left the stage, allowing for the next heat to come in. They wouldn't find out their results until the end of the sets, but Uraraka didn't need to watch to know who the winners would be.

"You both are so talented," she sighed, the couple walking over to her.

"I-I don't know! I think my footwork was behind his!" Momo said, waving her hand in front of her face quickly.

"It didn't look like it to me," Uraraka said. "Also your ending dip was so stunning!"

"Thank you," Todoroki smirked, looking rather proud of himself.

"I know you both are going to place, there's no doubt in my mind!" she nodded, eagerly bouncing in her own heels.

"I hope so!" Momo smiled, looking as excited as Uraraka.

Uraraka didn't expect her and Bakugou to move on, not when he was such a novice, but she hoped it wouldn't deter him. She could imagine he would either say something like 'Fuck this dance bullshit' or 'Next time we're gonna be number one, Uraraka!' Just imagining his voice made her giggle.

"OI!"

It was like his sharp tone was echoing in her ear.

"I'm supposed to be in there you shit!"

No... that was actually him. She whipped her head around, gasping when she saw him angrily yelling at a man standing by the door.

"K-Katsuki!" she gasped. "You made it!" Immediately running to the door, she stepped in front of the man. "He's with me," she said, and reached for his hand, pulling him inside. It was just as she feared, still in his dirty rugby clothes and definitely sweaty.

"Oi! Cheeks! Why the hell do they have people guarding the door!?"

"I-I don't think he was a guard-"

"Fuck. I fucking got here as fast as I could-"

Uraraka couldn't help but laugh. His hair was a mess, dirt covering his cheek. He looked like an unruly sports player, someone who didn't belong here. "We should get you cleaned up before the tango heats start."

He froze and looked at her, immediately blushing. "W-What the hell are you wearing?!" he snapped.

She frowned, placing her hands on her hips. "It's my gown! You brought the suit right?!"

"'Course I did!"

"Alright, Bakugou, let's go," Todoroki sighed and began to walk towards the men's locker room. "I'll show you where you need to go."

"Oi!" he yelled. "I don't need you to tell me where the hell to go!" Still, even with all his protesting, Bakugou followed Todoroki to the locker room.

"See," Momo said, nudging her. "I told you he'd make it."

"You know, I don't think I ever really doubted him," she said, smiling as she watched him walk with Todoroki.

~~

Bakugou shoved his bag down in the locker room and yanked a towel from it. "Don't you dare follow me to the shower!" he snapped, gesturing towards Todoroki angrily.

"You couldn't pay me to," Todoroki sighed, rolling his eyes. "Be sure when you finish to try and fix your hair," he said gesturing to his own.

"Yeah, yeah," Bakugou snorted, stepping into the shower.

Now that he was here, he actually felt calmer, or well, as calm as he could possibly be. He just needed to get ready and get in the suit so he could match her damn gown.

That she looked fucking stunning in.

He really hadn't had much time to process it, as he got by the door gremlin and then was whisked away by shitty Half and Half... but damn did she look good. The dress dipped down and gave a nice view of her cleavage. It hugged her hips and the flowed down around her legs and holy hell, how was he supposed to dance with her when she looked so cute?

Unfair.

Always a distraction.

He cleaned himself off and immediately pulled the suit and hair gel Uraraka had given him from his bag. The suit was long, had coattails and everything. He couldn't remember the last time he worse something so fucking fancy.

He buttoned up his shirt and left his bow tie untied while he squirted gel into his hands. He couldn't imagine this would actually work... or look good. He pushed the blond mess back as much as he could, his fingers running through his hair. Some strands lay flat, but some of it still stood out at the sides.

Fuck, it was good enough.

He sat down on the bench and slipped on his shoes, making his way back out.

Thankfully, Todoroki told him where Uraraka would be waiting. Even though the venue looked like some sort of fancy school gym, Bakugou found it difficult not to get lost.

He pushed opened the door to the green room, carrying his bag. Uraraka stood, gaze facing the floor as she stood on her tiptoes, stretching out her arms.

"Oi... Ochako," he said, dropping his bag next to hers.

"K-Katsuki!" she gasped, her eyes widening when she saw him. He saw her brown eyes gaze up and down at his body, fixated for a moment particularly on his hair.

"Shaddup!" he snapped. "I know it looks fucking stupid-"

"NO!" she said and rushed to him, her hand gently smoothing over his blond locks. "You... look really handsome."

Her eyes flicked to his lips and she stood on her toes once more, kissing him softly. He wrapped his arm around her waist. "Yeah well, you look fucking stunning in this stupid gown or whatever."

She giggled, her hand gently stroking over his cheek. "What a compliment!" Her fingers stopped at his jaw and she reached for his collar, gently tying up the bow tie. "You really do look.. great," she said.

"You do too, Cheeks," he said, pressed her hand to his lips. "I'm ready for this shit."

"Katsuki..." she whispered. Was it better to tell him now?! Or after?! If she said she loved him now and he didn't reciprocate, it could throw off the entire dance!

"Hm?" he asked, tilting his head towards her. She blushed at how clean his face looked, his jawline strong, his red eyes handsomely staring at her.

"If we don't come in first, don't be mad, okay?"

He rolled his eyes. "Why are you so fucking convinced we're going to lose!?"

"I-I just want to be realistic! A lot of people are like Todoroki and Momo-chan! They've been honing their craft for years-"

"Look, I don't... I don't fucking care. As long as I'm doing this shit with you, I'm fucking winning!" he said, stomping his foot down against the ground.

Her cheeks heated up, her eyes staring at his.

"We can do it a hundred times and still lose, but whatever... I'm dancing with you, so I won. Hah," he smirked.

"K-Katsuki..." she smiled, scraping her teeth over her lip. "Does this mean... you want to keep dancing after this?"

"What, you think I was just going to stop since this was over?"

She bit down on her lip, nodding fast.

"Idiot," he said, gently bopping her on her forehead.

"W-Well excuse me for thinking you didn't like this! You spent months acting like you hated it," she said, curling her lip out into a pout.

"Yeah, but we're fucking doing this shit together-"

"I know... it's just hard to believe you actually wanna do this kinda stuff," she said.

For her, he would've done fucking anything. "Yeah, yeah, Cheeks," he said. "Just pay attention to our routine, wouldn't want you to mess anything up."

She scoffed. "Oh yeah, it's going to be me for sure."

He was about to grab her hand when an announcement for the first heat of the tango set was announced. Uraraka gasped. "That's us!" she said, grabbing his hand as she pulled him out of the green room, heading towards the floor.

"We're in the first heat?" he said.

"Mhm! I signed up early on in case I found a partner. Guess it was fate, huh?" she winked. "Nervous?"

A smirk pulled across his lips. "Hell-fucking-no."

She pulled Bakugou towards the main gymnasium where they would finally be competing, performing her choreography in front of a crowd... being judged together.

"Break a leg, Ochako-chan!" Momo said, Todoroki nodding beside her. Uraraka wasn't surprised at all to see a golden medal dangling around both of their necks. She felt a little bad for missing their ceremony, but she had a feeling neither of them would mind.

She stopped for a brief moment when she hit the edge of the dance floor, stopping in her tracks. She was actually going to step onto the dance floor with a partner. Someone she had come to trust, someone she enjoyed dancing with, someone she loved.

It was a dream come true.

"Oi-"

"Katsuki..." she said, turning to face him before stepping up onto the slightly raised surface. "Thank you, for dancing with me."

His cheeks flushed. "Oi..." he said, shaking his head back and forth. "Thank me after we do the damn thing."

She squeezed his hand. "Mhm. I will."

Stepping onto the dance floor, she took their spot in the circle of dancers. Taking a deep breath, she lined up with him and took his hand. His starting position was shockingly good, even under pressure he seemed to remember many of the things Todoroki had given him pointers on.

She pulled her teeth across her lip, gently placing her fingers on his shoulder. His strong hand rest upon her back, and she couldn't help but smile. She was oddly proud of him for coming so far... she was grateful for how serious he was taking it, both now and when she was teaching him.

Things had started off so rocky... she would never have guessed this is where she would be standing; in love with Bakugou Katsuki, about to start a routine she had choreographed for just them.

"You ready, Cheeks?" he muttered, his red eyes looking at hers. She was certain he still wasn't sure why he was here either. Probably for her.

"'Course I am!" she said, giving his hand a confident squeeze.

The music began and Uraraka prayed Bakugou would find the beat amongst the loud noises of their own hearts beating so quickly. He began to lead her forward, the direction correct. She knew she couldn't look at his feet, she had to trust him and let him actually lead. The judges would notice if she was doing more work than she was supposed to.

As they came to the first pose, she felt Bakugou's hand slide down her back, a shiver rolling down her spine. She knew this wasn't the time to think about things escalating between them, but it only made her smile as she let her leg drag out, her hand draped around his shoulder as they locked the first pose.

She loved kissing him and the way he touched her. Even now, doing their dance, his movement was filled with such a fiery passion. Their foreheads almost touched and she was reluctant to pull herself out of it, but she felt his pull and she followed.

They weren't perfectly on time with the music, just slightly behind, but they weren't running into other dancers and Bakugou seemed to notice as he picked up his pace, his steps just a bit sloppy. She was certain everyone could tell he was a novice, and yet she didn't care for a moment. There was a smile on her face, her eyes intent on looking at him, following his lead.

He twirled her when they got to the end of the mat, an unexpected move, but she went for it. A small squeak did slip between her lips, but mostly because she was so thrilled he seemed to be having fun with it.

They would fix all these things as time went on.

Her heart fluttered as he pulled her into the second pose, her head dipping back, arm outstretched. She breathed deeply, trying not to be overwhelmed by the feelings flowing through her. Bakugou wanted to keep dancing with her. They were going to be partners.

He pulled her out of the pose a little fast, and he began to walk quicker across the floor, the pacing off. Maybe he was eager to get to the end of the song since it was fast approaching. They hadn't made any super glaring mistakes, though she knew they weren't as polished as some of the other dancers there. She was mostly glad they hadn't run into any of the other couples. Bakugou was oddly good at avoiding them, probably because he was good at dodging people when he played rugby. Not that she cared all that much about any of that.

The smile was ever present on her lips, happy to be there with him.

She felt like she was bursting with energy as she moved across the floor now. The emotions so close to spilling out of her. Before she was nervous, and now she couldn't wait to blurt out how much she loved him.

The music slowed and his hands trembled, gripping her waist. He leaned back, pulling her towards him as she wrapped her leg around his, holding their final pose.

Like this, they were so close, their lips almost touching. She knew it was inappropriate to kiss her partner at the end of a song, but she wanted to so bad. She wanted to feel him all over her.

She was probably smiling too much, the tango was more about a passionate intensity, but Uraraka had smiled throughout the whole goddamn thing.

The crowd erupted into a loud cheer, clapping just as much for them as they had for the waltz.

"W-We need to bow!" she gasped, watching the other couples pull away from each other, taking a bow.

Bakugou followed her lead, pulling away so they could take a bow together. Uraraka tried her best to pay attention to the amount of bows they took but, she couldn't seem to focus on anything other than the fact that...

...they did it.

It was over, and they survived. Bakugou did amazing actually. For only having a few weeks to learn a dance, Uraraka couldn't have been more impressed.

The two made their way off the dance floor, and just as she had been reluctant to step onto the mat, she paused before stepping down. She knew they would be back. This certainly wasn't going to be the last time they did something like this together but... it had given her such a lovely moment of joy today, she wanted to hold onto it forever. She never wanted this moment to end.

She took a deep breath, following him back off of the large mat.

Her hand shook in his as they stepped behind the large bleachers, making their way to the back hall by the green room.

"We did it..." she said softly. "You did it!! Katsuki, that was amazing!" she exclaimed, stopping in the hall.

He turned to look at her. "Oi, we both did it Cheeks!" he snorted. "It was your fucking dance."

"Yeah but... you brought it to life, you brought me to life. It was so... so much fun I..." Tears began to roll down her cheeks and she quickly tried to wipe her eyes with her free hand. "I-I'm sorry, Katsuki!" she said, sniffling.

"Oi, oi!" he said, and rushed towards her, cupping her cheeks. "What the hell is this about?!" he said.

"Y-You don't understand!" she exclaimed, a laughing slipping through her tears. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered, staring up at him, wet droplets rolling down her cheeks, the tears hit his hand, pooling against his skin.

"Competing? Dancing?" he questioned, his eyes darting across her face, as though he was trying to map out the best possible solution to get her to stop crying. She did feel a little bad, but she was so overwhelmed with happiness, she couldn't help it.

"Dancing with someone," she breathed out. "I've been looking for the perfect partner for so long and..."

"Oi..." he chuckled. "You're such a weirdo." He pressed his lips against her forehead.

"I just... I always saw Momo-chan and all these other girls finding their perfect partner... people they actually worked well with and I feel like I finally have found that with you. I-I mean we still have plenty to work on but... today was amazing!" she said, sniffling as more tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Oi! There's no need to get so weepy on me," he said, tucking the small loose pair of stray hair behind her ear.

"Do you... really want to stay my partner?" she asked, her brown eyes looking at him so intently.

"Yeah, why the hell did you think I mentioned other dances and shit?" he snorted. "It would be pretty shitty if you danced with someone else after all this."

"I-It would!" she said, wiping her eye again. "You've been working so hard-"

"Damn straight I've been working hard to be your partner. I fucking love you, what else am I supposed to do?"

She froze, her cheeks slowly heating up to a bright red color. "Katsuki... did you just..."

"..." he paused, and glanced away from her. "Fuck."

She couldn't help the laugh that burst from her lips. "That... was so you I can't even believe it!" she sighed. "You ruined my plans! I was gonna be the one to blurt it out this time."

"Blurt what out?" he mumbled, knowing damn well what he said to her.

"...That I love you," she said, stepping towards him slowly. She wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up to brush her lips against his.

He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he deepened their kiss, pressing his lips against hers. He didn't care they were in the hallway, he would've let the whole world walk by them in that moment. He sighed, pulling away for a moment to rest his forehead against hers. "I… I... love you too… or whatever."

"You do?" she smiled.

"'Course I do, idiot," he spat out quickly. "Why the hell would I do all this shit?"

"True..." she said. "And here I thought you were starting to like dancing."

"It's alright. Not the worst thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Kinda liked this competition bullshit. Showing everyone what you created for us or… whatever."

Her cheeks flushed again. "Good, glad you could admit it," she teased, pecking his lips again. She sighed, not wanting to let him go, but she knew they should get their stuff and meet up with Todoroki and Momo before they announced the results. "Okay..." she said, feeling like she was floating.

"Oi," he muttered, pulling back to still hold her hand, not letting her walk away from him. "There's one more thing."

"Eh?" she blinked, looking at his eyes and then their hands.

"Go on a date with me. A real fuckin' date."

Her eyes widened slowly. She had forgotten all about his promise to ask her on an official date after he danced with her in the competition. She smiled, and threw her arms around his neck. "Of course I'll go on a date with you!"

"Good, then I assume that means you want to be my girlfriend too," he muttered. "No other dates... just me."

"Katsuki," she snorted, "who else is there?!"

He glanced around, staring at the empty hall in every direction. "You can never be too careful at shit like this."

She giggled and gently touched at the back of his slicked up hair. "It's just you Bakugou Katsuki. I only want you."

He smirked, gripping her hips as he raised her up and twirled her, kissing her gently. "Good. I better be the only one. It's only you for me, Uraraka Ochako."

She smiled wide and kissed him, pressing their lips together for a final time. "I love you... so much," she breathed.

"Yeah... you too, Cheeks." he sighed, rubbed at his neck. "Alright let's tell your damn friends we won."

"Eh? Won?" she asked, stepping back from him. It was true she didn't want to keep Todoroki and Momo waiting. "But, Katsuki, they haven't given out awards yet." In all honesty, she had forgotten they soon would.

He smirked, "I get to take you on a real fucking date as my girlfriend. I definitely won."

She felt her cheeks flush as she grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the green room. "I think we both won."

He smirked. "I guess we could both win."

"In this case, it's only fair!" she laughed, swinging their hands together down the hall. She turned her eyes towards him, loving how focused his red eyes still were, even after the fact. They were focused, but kinder than she first remembered them being. When they danced, those red eyes looked at her as if nothing else mattered, like she was his entire world.

In her whole life, things had never felt so complete; they truly had won.

[pekorosu]

31. Ash and Eiji have won first place for leading male character and supporting male character respectively.

----- Thank you. They're both enjoying their time off at a ski resort, so I'll let them know about it.

this is from a short interview with yoshida akimi in the april 1995 edition of “pafu” where banana fish won previous year popularity polls in 5 categories. the interview itself doesn’t have much info bc she’s really curt lol, but anyway if you’re interested, the rest is below.

Yoshida Akimi “Banana Fish” Sweeps 5 Categories

Interview

1. “Banana Fish” and "Garden of Light" won first place for the long series and short story categories respectively. Congratulations. What are your thoughts on winning this?

----- Thank you. I feel encouraged.

2. What was the reaction of people around you once serialization had ended?

----- I was called a "killer".

3. While drawing this series (including the side stories), which scene did you have the most fun with?

----- Doesn’t ring any bells... but when I drew the huge scenes I had a "Take that!" (the heck is that?) sort of feeling.

4. Which scene was the most painful for you?

----- Nothing specific comes to mind... but it’s really troublesome to draw scenes where many characters appear.

5. What is your favourite phrase or moment in the series?

----- I can't think of anything... Honestly, nothing is coming up.

6. Are there any interesting backstory anecdotes? Anything you couldn’t draw, or had to abandon?

----- Answer to #1... Blanca was a woman at first.

----- Answer to #2... The story for Ash's mother.

7. Is there anything you felt like you’ve overlooked or didn’t draw well enough?

----- That applies to every single thing.

8. Please tell us what references you used when writing the story (books, movies, etc).

----- There are too many to list down.

9. When you were drawing "Garden of Light", was there anything you found difficult or were particularly careful with?

----- I tried to make it so that it wouldn’t be overly sentimental, but it always ends up that way.

10. How was the reaction of people around you to Sing's height?

----- Generally positive.

11. How was the reaction of people around you to Eiji's long hair?

----- Generally positive. But his personality had gotten a little gloomier so apparently it gave a sense of unease.

12. Did you plan on having Sing grow so tall since the very beginning?

----- Yes.

13. After this, will Eiji cut his hair? If he does, when does it happen?

----- I never thought that far. (sorry)

14. How do you personally feel about the pair Sing and Eiji? Also, how was the reaction of people around you to them?

----- I had not thought of it as "Sing and Eiji" in particular. The way I see it, they're just part of the same crew.* As for the people around me... there isn't anyone else who reads the manga besides my assistants, so...

(*tl note: she uses “nakamauchi” here. “comrades” sounds too formal, “friends” isn’t wrong but sounds slightly off... idk)

15. How will the relationship between Eiji, Sing and Akira change over time?

----- Akira will become Sing's wife.

16. "Garden of Light" takes place 7 years after the final chapter. Do you have the story between those two points inside you?

----- I do, but it’ll get way too long so I'm not going to draw it.

17. "Garden of Light" differs from the other side stories in that it's set in the future; it is a sequel of the main story, so to speak. For you, which one is the last scene?

----- I have to say, it’s the one in the main story.

18. Do you plan on drawing other side stories about Banana Fish next time? If you do, who will be the protagonist, and what kind of story will it be about?

----- Not at the moment, or rather, I think I probably won’t.

19. Will Banana Fish characters appear in your other series next time?

----- I think they might. I'm gonna reuse them.

20. Looking back now, what do you think of yourself when you had been drawing Banana Fish?

----- I was really worn out.

21. Did you get a good rest after serialization ended? What did you do during that time?

----- Went skiing, played tennis and went diving. (the usual, I guess.)

22. What kind of year was 1994 for you?

----- Not a very good year.

23. Please tell us about any manga that you found interesting that you read in 1994.

----- I only read one manga called “Doubutsu no Oisha-san”. Nothing else to compare it with.

24. What was the happiest (or most fun) thing that happened in 1994?

----- Nothing. (flat out)

25. On the other hand, what was the most upsetting (or unfortunate) thing?

----- Too many to list down.

26. Is there someone or something that has caught your interest lately?

----- Nothing comes to mind.

27. Please tell us what you can about any plans for a new series besides Banana Fish. What kind of story will it be, and when will it be published?

----- I will be doing a sort-of-series in Bessatsu Shoujo Comics around springtime. The protagonist will be a high school student and it will be a love story (wahaha). Please do check it out if you're interested.

(*tl note: this is probably referring to lover’s kiss)

28. Please tell us the schedule for Banana Fish comics.

----- In spring (it's already spring though), the side stories and a really, reaaaaaaaally old story about Eiji and Ibe's first meeting will be compiled into a book called "Private Opinion". Eiji from before is old art so it looks really weird! It's fine if you laugh but do give it a try. However, it's not in the standard size (is that what it's called?) so it's a bit expensive. Sorry.

29. What are your hopes for the year 1995, outside of work?

----- I want to try snowboarding. (right now I’ve plateaued with skiing so time to jump ship!)

30. Lastly, please give a shout out to Pafu readers!

----- Thank you. I really appreciate your continuous support. (how trite!)

tl note: banana fish won the comics category (a category for individual volumes, volume 19 in this case) along with the other 4 mentioned above. i think “pafu” was mainly targeted at female readers, because there’s a separate page with what seems like a separate long series poll for male readers, in which banana fish took 2nd place following yu yu hakusho. btw ash won lead male chara with 888 votes, which ironically is a very lucky chinese number lol.