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heavyhitterheaux · 3 months ago

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Hello

See Me Through You Series

You had me at hello

Synopsis: The day that you met the love of your life and didn't realize it until almost a year later

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Stepping onto the sidewalk as you had just left the building where your journalism class had just ended, your phone suddenly vibrated in your back pocket. It took you a minute to grab it, seeing as both of your hands were occupied at the moment. Doing a balancing act with your purse, backpack, keys and your binder that contained your notes, but was too big to fit in your backpack, you finally had a free hand.

Pulling it out of your back pocket, you saw it was your younger twin brother by three minutes Ja'Marr calling on facetime and took no hesitation to answer it. This was his fifth call to you today and knew that about four more would come your way and the worst part about it was that it wasn't even noon.

Not that you were upset about it. If your little brother called and needed you, he always became the priority and everything would be dropped at that very moment.

“What does your ugly ass want?” You asked him as his face came into view. He promptly rolled his eyes and sucked his teeth before saying anything. You could tell that he was in the gym and was probably waiting on you to get there since you had promised to work out with him.

“If I'm ugly, so are you because we're twins, stupid!”

“No, that's what mom and dad tell you but they actually found you in a dumpster and felt sorry for you and took you in.” You told him as you laughed and started to make your way back to your car to head to your apartment that was off campus.

It was only a few miles down the road which you were thankful for and the good part is that you could also drive home to see your parents on the weekends if you wanted to.

You were relieved when Ja'Marr decided to attend LSU with you because the two of you had never been apart in your entire lives. Deep down you knew that you would have eventually adjusted to him not being at the same college as you, but also glad that you didn't have to go that route.

“Y/N!”

“Just kidding! What do you need assistance with, little one?”

“Little one? I'm 6’1 and you are BARELY 5 feet on a good day. Try again.”

You were suddenly taken aback as you saw someone come into the frame behind him and did a double take once you recognized who it was.

Growing up in a sports filled household, college football as well as the NFL was not foreign to you. You watched both of them and knew players as well as their stats forwards and backwards. So to your surprise, you were actually seeing him in real time. You heard of the transfer happening, but it was different seeing him right in front of you.

So the rumors were true, he was really here.

Joe Burrow

Who used to play for Ohio State apparently was now playing for LSU.

“Ja'Marr, I will hang up. State your business or move on.”

“I thought you were supposed to meet me at the gym to work out AND bring my headphones that I know for a fact you stole.”

“YOU CAN'T PROVE IT!”

“Hmm, funny. I recall you asking me to use them last week and I haven't seen them since.”

“I threw them away.”

“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DEMAND ON STRESSING ME OUT? And I have someone here I want you to meet.”

“Who?”

“Will you just hurry up and get here and stop arguing with me!? I can pick your ass up and throw you across the room.”

“Hmm, sounds like a threat. I'm calling mommy. Bye.”

“Uh hold on, WAIT! DON'T CALL HER!”

Click.

Once back in your apartment, you quickly changed into your pink and black Fabletics workout set with your matching HOKAS and went on the search not only for Ja'Marr's headphones, but also yours. Since he let you borrow his, you didn’t bother trying to find yours even though you know you should have.

The both of you worked out with each other several times a week and it was important seeing as he played football and you were on the gymnastics team with your best friend, Erin.

Putting your curly hair into a high bun since you didn’t have time to straighten it this morning, you grabbed your wallet, water bottle, and keys before making your way back down to your car and heading to the gym.

Walking inside, you spotted him along with Joe in the corner next to the weight rack and promptly came up behind him and attempted to pick him up as you saw Joe's face giving a small smirk because of the gesture. You admit that you didn't realize how tall Joe actually was and you noticed that he was taller than Ja'Marr when they stood next to one another.

“HEY! Oh, it's just you. Joe, my big little sister by three minutes and she will never let you forget it, Y/N and Y/N this is Joe. And you are never going to be able to pick me up.” He told you while patting the top of your head as you were now trying to pick up his left leg.

“Just you watch. It's going to happen one day when you least expect it. Anyway, Hi Joe, and Ja'Marr you should know better. I already know who you are.” You told him and he looked a little confused before greeting you.

“Hey, you do gymnastics right? I saw you compete over the summer.”

You smiled before nodding, taken aback that he knew who you were also. Not a lot of attention was put on gymnastics unless it was during the Olympics. Your goal was to go to Tokyo in 2020.

“Didn't take you for a gymnastics type of guy.” You replied while attempting to fix your hair that had now fallen out of the bun you put it in. You blamed it on not being tight enough the first time.

“It's entertaining to watch.”

“Hmm, because of the outfits?” You asked as you were trying to feel him out and you could've swore you heard Ja'Marr mutter something under his breath.

“No, I just think it's insane how you can do all those different types of exercises and routines just like it's nothing. You can literally visualize where you're going to land before it happens.”

“It's the same with football when you think about it. You're a quarterback so I can imagine that before you decide where you're going to throw and who you're going to throw to what the end result will be.”

“Something like that.”

“Stop interrogating the man! Sports journalism is her major and she thinks she's smart. So she of course knows all of the players and their stats. I’m convinced she’s going to start memorizing playbooks and try to get on the field with us.” Ja'Marr said as he turned to Joe and you pinched his arm resulting in a yelp as Joe let out a small laugh.

“I'm smarter than your dumbass. That's for sure and are we going to work out or stand here all day? Besides I wasn't interrogating. You can't get to know someone unless you talk to them and ask questions.” You told him as you gave him his headphones.

“I'm ignoring you and what are we working on today?”

“Hmm full body I guess. I already did my legs, back, shoulders and arms this week.” You answered as you shrugged and put in your headphones. Flipping through your phone, you tried to find the perfect playlist in order to get through the workout and hopefully finish strong.

You usually hated working out with Ja’Marr since he would always want to add on something extra at the end of it when you were ready to go home and crawl into the bed.

Joe and Ja’Marr quickly agreed and it was decided that the three of you would warm up by running on the treadmill for three miles before going back to the weight rack.

On your second mile, your music was suddenly cut off by your phone ringing. Looking down you saw that it was Trevor, your boyfriend of one year who happened to play baseball at LSU and that was one of your primary reasons for going there. Also having your brother there was a plus.

Deep down you knew that your brother didn’t like him, but to you he was the best thing since sliced bread and could do no wrong in your eyes. But what you didn’t notice was Ja’Marr glancing over at your phone and seeing it was him and rolling his eyes.

You simply finished out your third mile before going to call him back leaving Ja’Marr there along with Joe who had turned down the speed to a brisk walk as he had done the same.

“I fucking hate her boyfriend.”

“Wait, what? He’s here too?” Joe asked as he was looking around.

“No, I saw that he called her and I’m guessing that she went to go and call him back. I can’t fucking stand him and she could do so much better. But she’s happy and the last thing I want to do is ruin that for her. He honestly treats her like shit from what I’ve seen, but I guess she doesn't see it that way.” He confessed as Joe had his eyes on you as you were standing in the corner. He figured that you were on facetime by the way you were holding it and making gestures with your hands.

“But he makes sure to never do that shit in front of me because I will take his ass down. I’m always going to protect my sister. I honestly wish that she was with someone who respected her and didn’t take her for granted like his ass does. She is honestly the sweetest most generous person despite how much we might bicker and she doesn’t deserve someone who takes her for granted. But you'll eventually be able to see how sweet she is for yourself. She literally lives up under me. When you see me, nine times out of ten she’s not too far behind.”

It was at that moment, you walked back over to them and Ja’Marr could tell that you were visibly upset.

“Pebbles, what’s wrong?” Ja’Marr asked but you simply waved him off.

Ever since you two were about six months old, your aunt on your mother's side started to call the two of you Pebbles and Bam Bam and the nicknames had stuck. It also was no coincidence since your mom used to love watching the Flintstones when she was small just like you and Ja’Marr did.

“Nothing, I’m fine. Let’s hurry up and get this done.” You responded as you felt tears forming in your eyes and you did your best to quickly wipe them away.

“You aren't fine so don't stand up here and lie to me. Did he upset you?”

Joe could now see that he was visibly upset which was in turn making you more upset.

“Don't worry about it, I just want to get this done so I can go back to my apartment and study.”

“If you need me to kick his ass, I stay ready.”

“JA'MARR! NO!”

“And Joe will back me up too. You should see how much he can bench press. No one will know.”

“I… I appreciate both of you very much for offering even though you literally just threw Joe in there without giving him a say in the matter, but I promise I'm good.”

“I'm here for assistance if needed.” Joe said and that put a small smile on your face.

“Yeah about that, show me how much you can bench press.”

“Oh lord, Joe you got her started. Now her competitive ass is going to see if she can beat you. She might be small, but don't let that fool you. She also eats like a grown ass man.”

“Bam Bam, keep talking and I will throw that 60 pound dumbbell at your head.”

The workout was winding down and you wanted to work on your pull ups a little bit more since the upper body was your weakest area. You stood in front of the pull up bar and noticed that Ja'Marr was in the middle of his set, so the only other option was to ask Joe for help to reach the bar since there was no way in the world that you would be able to get up there on your own. But he beat you to it as he walked over to you.

“Need some help?”

“Hmm, definitely yes since there is no way in the world I'll be able to reach it by myself.” You replied as you both laughed.

“I got you. Jump up and I'll lift you the rest of the way.”

Nodding your head, you turned around and felt Joe's light touch on both of your sides. You couldn't quite explain it, but when his hands made contact with your skin, the feeling that it gave you felt unreal. Almost if it was something out of a movie. Shaking it out of your mind, you focused on the task in front of you as you jumped up.

As promised Joe helped you the rest of the way and stepped back once he saw that you were hanging onto the bar.

“Do you mind just standing there to spot me? Pull ups aren't my strongest thing.”

“Yeah, I'll be right here. Go ahead, you think you can do twenty?”

“Hmm, let's find out. I think I can.”

Fifteen of them came with ease and when you started to struggle, you once again felt Joe's hands on your waist and he helped you do the rest of them. You let go of the bar with him then catching you and placing you on your feet.

“Thank you for that.” You told him and you received a cheeky smile in return.

“Any time.”

“By the end of the semester, my plan is to be able to bench press the same weight or more weight than you.” You playfully told him and the smile that he had before became wider.

“I'd love to see that, princess. So let's put some money on it.”

“How much? 50?” You asked not really knowing how much he was willing to put up.

“Nah, you can do better than that.”

“Okay, 500.” You said as you shrugged.

“Damn, I didn't think you would go that high, but okay. Ja'Marr also mentioned to me that since you're the oldest, what you say usually goes between the two of you.”

“He's teaching you well.”

“Hmm, we'll see if that holds up between the two of us.”

“Looks like we just have to see then, won't we Burrow?”

The next day, you found yourself yawning at five in the morning absentmindedly taking small bites of your protein bar as you began to stretch with Erin coming over to sit next to you.

You hated that you had gymnastics practice so early in the day, making all of your classes be in the afternoon or late at night. The campus itself was huge and you didn't always necessarily feel completely safe when you had to walk back to your car late at night.

“So, did you break up with Trevor yet?” She asked as she began to stretch her arms.

“Uh? Good morning to you too, Erin.”

“Good morning, now did you two break up yet?”

“No, Erin.”

She sighed before rolling her eyes and looking at you in disbelief.

“Nobody likes him! Dump his ass! And I don't like the way he treats you. Truth be told, I've never liked him.”

“But I like him!” You exclaimed and she gave you a blank stare.

“Yeah, only you and his bald headed mother. You could do so much better. Oh! Who did you meet yesterday when you went to workout with Ja’Marr? I guess you fell asleep and never read my text.”

“Joe Burrow. He plays quarterback.”

“Oohh, he's cute! I heard about him transferring here. Break up with Trevor and date him! There, problem solved.”

“ERIN!”

“What? You have addressed me by my name a lot this morning. I like my plan and I think it'll work. Besides, he's a sucky ass baseball player. My goal is to get my best friend to become a WAG and being with him is not going to get you very far. He didn't even get a scholarship here. He was a walk-on!”

“I have literally only met that man one time and yeah I've said your name a lot because how do you wake up this unhinged!?”

“So? Love at first sight is an actual thing. I wasn't there, but I know it happened. And it's been that way since we were three.”

“And he did help me with my pull ups yesterday.” You told her as you shrugged your shoulders.

“I'm going to start planning the wedding when we leave. My class doesn't start until one today.” She replied as she smiled at you.

“I…-”

“What are you two going on about over here?” Your other friend Alisha asked as she sat her bag down to the left of her.

“Y/N is getting married to Joe Burrow! We have to start planning!”

“Erin, shut up!”

“Oh, but he's cute. Do you know if he has any brothers?” Alisha replied as she sat down on the other side of you.

“I.. don't but I will find out for you.”

“And slip them my number while we're at it.”

“He helped her during their workout yesterday. At this point, we can say it was their first date.”

“Erin telling everyone's business as usual.”

“Hey! I'm just good at storytelling! And he had the perfect view of your ass if he helped you with your pull ups now that I think about it.”

“Sometimes I honestly cannot believe you're my best friend.” You said as you couldn't contain your laughter anymore.

“And you aren't getting rid of me any time soon.”

Gymnastics practice was always long and draining so you knew what to expect every time. They typically lasted for three hours and when you were finished, you either got breakfast on campus or went back to your apartment to make something as Ja'Marr would also be blowing up your phone to feed him even though he was on an entire meal plan just like you were.

After taking a shower and throwing on some leggings along with an LSU sweatshirt and your converses, you started to walk out the building with Erin since Alisha had to hurry up to get to her class on time, when you spotted Joe.

Of course, Erin noticed too and squealed.

“Ooh, there goes your man!”

“Erin, be quiet! I don't want him to hear you! You are too loud for it to be eight in the morning!”

“Why not? And I'm always loud. I'm responsible for this love connection and I'm going to be the maid of honor. He NEEDS to know me.”

Joe had turned around and once he spotted you began making his way over.

“Oh shit, here comes your husband!”

“I hate you. I hate you so much right now.”

“You'll get over it.” Erin said as she smiled.

“Morning princess. Just got out of practice?” He asked as he came up to both of you.

“Morning and yes. Now I'm going to stuff my face. Oh Joe, this is my best friend Erin.”

“Hey Erin, pleasure to meet you.”

“You too and the pleasure is all mine.” She said and you couldn't help but laugh quietly to yourself.

“I was actually going to get food if the two of you wanted to come with me.”

“Y/N will go! I have class but she is free ALL MORNING. So I'm going to go and Y/N, I'll text you later. Have fun you two.” Erin practically yelled and you looked at her as if she was crazy.

“And then there were two. Where did you want to go to eat?” Joe asked as Erin had started to walk away.

“You're from Ohio, so you need to get a taste of some good southern cooking that makes you feel like you have just gained ten pounds.”

“Lead the way.”

“We're going on a little adventure off campus, my car is just over there. I think you'll like it.”

Less than a mile from campus was Louie's Cafe that had amazing breakfast as well as brunch foods. Anything that you could possibly think of they served.

On the ride over, the two of you just made small talk and when both of you had placed your orders for your food, you wanted to see how he was feeling for his first game that he would be playing in on Sunday because you already knew Ja'Marr was a nervous wreck.

“How are we feeling about Sunday? You nervous?” You asked as you took a small sip of orange juice.

“A little bit and I can admit it. I mean I played when I was in Ohio, but I was the backup. Now I'm actually starting. A lot of pressure on my shoulders and I feel like I have something to prove. I want them to be able to see that they made the right choice.” Joe told you and you were clinging to every word.

“But that's so exciting! What made you transfer here though out of all places?”

“I didn't want to be sitting on a bench for four years. I wanted to be able to play. I know that I'm good, but I just need a chance to show it.”

“Hmm, I do love a man with confidence. Well I'm very excited for you and my brother. I hate how you guys aren't playing here, but I'll make sure I'm watching.”

“Always confident, never cocky. And I'll try to get my first win as a starting quarterback for you.” He responded as he gave you a small smile.

“I can't wait to see it happen so once you get back here, we can celebrate. I can cook, so I can make you something.”

“I've been craving something my mom makes all the time, Snickers Salad.” Joe replied and you looked at him confused.

“Um? Is that an Ohio thing? Because I have no idea what that is.”

Joe nodded as he laughed and your waiter had set your plates down on the table in front of you.

“It is, but I can always text you the ingredients you need to make it. I figured you could do it justice since Ja'Marr never stops talking about how well you cook.”

“You need my number to be able to do that.” You Cheekily said, but he fired right back.

“Mine is in yours, already. I put mine in when we first got here since I want to be able to see more of these special spots you know about.” Joe confidently told you as he was pouring syrup on his banana pecan pancakes that had been recommended by you.

“I've literally only known you now for about 36 hours and I can say that I like being around you.”

“Good, because I like being around you too.”

Just then your phone rang and of course it was no one other than Ja'Marr.

“Pebbles! Are you at Louie's Cafe!?!? And you didn't take me!? I checked your location! I'm hungry too!”

“I took Joe instead because he doesn't get on my nerves like you do.” You told him as you stabbed your eggs.

“WAIT, you took Joe!?!?”

“Yes, say hi. You're on speaker.”

“Hey Ja'Marr.” Joe said as he was trying not to laugh.

“Joe, just make sure my sister gets me something to go. I'm about to starve messing with her ass.”

“I got you.”

“Bye, baby brother.”

“Wait! I didn't give you my order!”

“Text it to me, bye.”

Once you hung up and placed your phone back on the table, you looked back up at Joe to see him staring at you.

“When do you have class?”

“Not until one.”

“You want to do some more exploring with me? I feel that it's now my obligation as your unofficial tour guide.”

“I get to be around a pretty girl so I'm all for it.”

“Joe, you do know that I have a boyfriend right?” You asked as your face heated up.

“Someone as pretty as you, I'm not surprised. But what does that have to do with me?” He asked as he winked at you.

This is the first time in your life that you were speechless.

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mossbirdreigns · 3 months ago

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i've been patrolling arcane tumblr

as i'm sure many of you have as well and i have some thoughts. some critiques if you will.

beware season 2 spoilers and discussion of plot discourse. very long post. but worth it. i think.

alright, if you're reading this, it's because you wanted to. welcome!

i've been brainrotting about arcane season 2 pretty much all day today and i wanted to ramble about my thoughts especially now that i've seen some of the criticism of it going around. so let's get the main points out of the way.

1. Plot Holes

saying season 2 doesn't have plot holes would be a lie and i highly encourage you to look into more about them, but i'll summarize the main ones real quick for anyone unfamiliar.

Silco and Vander

TL;DR: timelines around the day of ash (bridge massacre) don't line up. we've seen vander before the day of ash (clean-shaven/moustache + younger looking) and we've seen him on the day of ash (full beard + older). we know he went back to kill silco before the day of ash, which its implied silco had something to do with, but when we see the scene of it, he has a full beard again, implying it takes place after the day of ash

source: thenationofzaun

Silco and Vander and Felicia + how they connect to Vi and Jinx

TL;DR: in season 1, vi and powder/jinx show 0 sign of recognizing silco or knowing he exists at all before episode 3 but in season 2, we're led to believe that silco, vander, and felicia were all very close with felicia making them both promise to take care of her kids with vander even naming vi. even if we excuse the vi and powder not knowing him before episode 3, why would silco be so willing and actively trying to kill vi when he promised felicia to take care of her kids?

2. The (Implied) Love Triangle

alright here's the main thing i want to rant about. for anyone who didn't pick up on the vibes, i (and some others i've seen) definitely felt love triangle vibes during the silco/vander/felicia flashback scene and i wanna share my thoughts with you on that.

aside from the plothole issue of silco + vi/powder (the only way i would accept it is if the falling out between them all happened way earlier and they had like a friendship/situationship breakup so vi and powder never heard about him but i don't think that's what they're doing), i enjoy the idea and potential of vander and silco being vi and jinx's biological dads but i don't like the way the show is setting it up, mostly because of the glaring plot holes the rest of the scene creates. that single line from felicia saying they both were responsible for her kids in some way causes such an elaborate web of cracks across the story the show has shown us thus far. why is silco so ok with killing vi for like the entirety of season 1 if he was indebted by the death of a friend to care for her now orphaned kids? does that responsibility only apply to jinx for some reason? did he just not care about his promise to felicia anymore? is it because silco sees more of a physical resemblance to felicia in powder/jinx than in vi? these are all very valid theories but my issue lies with the fact that the show itself tells us none. we see the actions these characters are taking but we see very little of why. we get none of the context. all of these additional doubts and holes come in exclusively because of that scene in the last drop and, specifically, because silco is in that scene.

if that scene was just felicia and vander, there would be 0 plot ramifications. don't get me wrong, i love silco and i want him to pleeeaaaase have more screentime but not like this.

so how would i do it instead?

i'm glad you asked! i've compiled a brief list of ideas i've had.

felicia and vander talk at the last drop, silco and felicia talk separately (maybe a chance for us to see a more emotional side of silco)

silco is there for the conversation but draws back when vander takes more of a presence with baby vi (with the idea that silco would feel less connected to vi, though it still feels like a stretch to me)

have the scene at the last drop as normal but silco leaves after learning felicia is pregnant (perhaps upset because he's in love with her), and vander is the only one she talks to about taking care of her kids

make connol more of a character like at all??

(fanfic writers feel free to use any of these ideas, tag me if you do!)

at the end of the day, i think the issue with this season is honestly a lack of time. they need another season or two at least to fully and properly cover every plotline with the tact and skill they showed in season one. trying to cram everything they want to do into 9 ~40 minute episodes just is not going to work for the amount of shit going on in this show. if you're only doing two seasons and you have this many plotlines, your episodes should be at least an hour.

in a perfect world, i would've really liked to see almost a mirroring of format from the first season where the first three episodes were a flashback before the bulk of the story takes place but with vander, silco, felicia, and connol as the characters we follow instead. let us actually see what happened and how they died, lay it all out on the table and then jump us back to the fallout of the season 1 finale for episode 4.

i'm going to be 100% honest with you here. i do not really care for the hextech or the arcane plotlines. hear me out, i promise i don't just hate them.

i want to like both of these plotlines and there are elements of them i do enjoy. my main issue, again, comes back to the lack of time. there is wild shit happening at every second with what feels like zero downtime, leading to the writers having to leave out details that round out the story in order to get all the main plot in before they run out of runtime. i feel bad for the artists who put so much soul and care into the art they've shown us who have been rushed to cram everything in. they pull it off but i cannot ignore that they are limited by the pacing they've been given. i want to see viktor building this sanctuary, i want to see him gathering this influence, i want to see him learning to control these powers, i want intimate scenes where he talks with Sky about how this power is changing him. i want jayce for once in his life to think about someone other than himself. these characters have so much potential for the depths they can achieve but they're snubbed by the show's cut off and that makes me so sad!!!

let me spend a season with the zaunites, let me spend a season in piltover, develop those storylines, let them stew and manifest and brew, and then let season 3 truly be the beginning of the conflict between zaun and piltover and i guarantee you the emotional rollercoaster will be 12x what it is currently and way more satisfying. short stories are good but not when you're trying to pull off 4 stories in one.

if you read this far, thanks! if you have any thoughts on anything in here, my dms are open and i would love to hear other opinions!

i hope you have a good day, stranger ♡ stay strong while we wait for act 3

#ash talks about shows #arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #stoned ramblings #autism #its 1 am #i should sleep #vander arcane #arcane silco #jinx arcane #vi arcane

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thejackalxi · 1 month ago

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Watching "Kahmunrah Rides Again" for the FIRST TIME like...

(Final thoughts and disclaimers at the end, so hold all questions and comments for the end, please. For all my rantings and ravings, I do take a breath and anaylize this fairly and even have my own epiphany.)

Seeing "Kahmunrah Coming Soon" poster made me laugh like the immature boy that I am.

The voice acting is not great. No one sounds even remotely like the original actors, including the way they speak, their natural flow and line delivery doesnt feel beliavble, except for the Ricky Gervais sound-alike who actually was pretty close.

Worse than the voice acting is the dialogue itself. The writing is atrocious!

The scenes with Larry and Nick felt genuine and were actually written pretty nice, immediately followed up with a terrible clunky scene with Larry and his ex-wife.

Inconsistancies ABOUND! There's no Rebel Wilson character and Dr. McPhee doesn't know about the museum coming to life, and with the inclusion of Laa, yes, the script confirms that this takes place after the events of the 3rd film.

The candy bar scene got a chuckle out of me before the badly out of sync Teddy Roosevelt jumpscare. The animation itself is not...awful, that one shot just was sync'd weird.

Seriously, the scenes of Nick sharing dialogue with his dad are the best written bits, it's like being able to come up for air while otherwise drowning in a sea of stupid. I actually got a small chuckle out the Tokyo bathroom joke.

I really hate that Kahmunrah doesn't have his speech impediment...and looks nothing like Hank in NATM2.

WH-what is this voice he's doing? It's super inconsistant. He has an accent, then he doesn't have an accent, his voice is all over the place. At this point I'm completely convinced there was little to no vocal direction and Disney execs didn't care, they just wanted the tracks recorded and mixed by the end of the week. "This is all so bad."

"Ohh, it IS bad, and DON'T interupt me!" The movie is aware, heard my critique, and agrees 🤣 This was the hardest laugh I got out of watching this thing so far...

I HATE HATE HATE this writing and the line delivery *screams into hands, and notices there's still 50 minutes left to watch* Gotta keep going...maybe it gets better??

Personal nit pick, but if my handsome beefcake daddy Kah with massive biceps has superstrength in this cartoon pushing over a whole ass stone column, what sick character designer gave him pool noodle arms??? I mean, are you for real??? LOOK AT THOSE THICK TREETRUNKS, MAN! What sick monster drew him in this cartoon- whatever, it's fine. It's fine. It's just a cartoon, it's fine.

No, it's not fine! Listen! Kahmunrah's entire design in this animated movie is offensive and it deeply bothers me, I recognize that it shouldn't bother me, but it does, and it's wrong and I don't like it...Ill tell ya how I really feel, I don't particularly care for this cartoon....*takes a breath* Moving on...

Ugh...and the poster of Merenkare looks NOTHING like Ben Kingsley either *sigh* Im kind of glad Ahkmenrah is M.I.a. from this film because I'm sure the character designer knew they couldn't replicate Rami Malek's angelic beauty and perfectly capture his face, so they just didnt bother.

stop...this dialogue is so unfunny and delivered so baddddd *cries*

"Technically he was never a pharaoh because [insert badly written quick exposition]" FALSE!! First of all, Teddy, you weren't there, so shut your goddam moustachio'd mouth. Second, if the writer of this thing had watched ANY of the movies or done any research into this franchise (they clearly didn't, who am I kidding), Kahmunrah WAS passed over and the throne given to his little brother Ahkmenrah who, after only a year on the throne, was violently murdered by Kahmunrah and reclaimed his rightful place on the throne for 17 years before he passed. Did anyone on this production think to ask the original writers or Shawn Levy for creative consultation? Of course not, because it's Night at the Museum now owned by Disney, they don't care to fact check...or even glabce at the original source material 😒 (Turns out yes, they did and they just forgot their own established canon. Don't you be tryin to take away my man's title of Pharaoh, how very dare!)

Yet, they included Joan of Arc who appeared in a NATM spin off junior novel following Nick. Kinda disappointed she's not voiced by Nicole Sullivan 🤣 jk, this actress is good for Joan, Im just a sucker for Clone High.

"Let's dance." Kahmunrah draws khopesh (hot)

"No dancing, just swords." Joan replies. I actually giggled, that was cute, until,

"Silly girl, that was a metaphor! A metaphor is not literal-"

Dammit movie!! Stop killing your own jokes by pointing out why the joke is meant to be funny! Stop! Let me just TRY to have a laugh! This dialogue is just bad. Please don't follow up your jokes with, "See, that's funny BECAUSE-" Stop! We get the joke, it's annoying! I get they were trying to match the improv comedy tone of NATM, but they failed so hard doing so!

*Kahmunrah talks more*

BRO, PICK A VOICE! PICK JUST A SINGLE TONE, PICK A LANE! PICK ONE ACCENT AND STICK WITH IT! One minute you sound like if Hank Azaria was on ALL of the drugs, a Mark Hamill's Joker-esque tone, then you sound insanely British, now you have an American accent, some sort of demented gremlin voice, and now sound like Jafar?? PICK A VOICE, MAN!! And of all these voices, still no teeth lisp. A crime.

"Don't eat me, or this will be a very short movie!" Please do, a fourth wall joke doesn't work for Kahmunrah, that really should be Teddy Roosevelt's shtick.

Also REALLY bothers me that they made Jedediah a freckled red head.

"Let gho of me you Phillestines!" And now Kahmunrah is Mark Hamill? Why...did he deliver that line like the Joker?

"I need backup, the ULTIMATE backup." Now he's what, Haas Delgado? What are these vocal choices his actor is doing?

Also, not the voice actors fault here, but why is Kahmunrah's khopesh sheethed in the back inside his tunic like that? Is his blade nestled in his ass crack? 😂 Why animators did you make such a terrible choice??? He could've had a sheath at his hip, but...why in the back like this???

There's still 40 minutes left, HOW???

And again, just when I feel like we've settled into an American scary guy voice for Kah, he slips into the Joker again. brah....brah...come on.

Seth's accent isn't very tight or consistant either, but I'm so exhausted by the insanity of Kahmunrah's vocal deliveries to really care. Speaking of which, he alives a Scorpion statue and his voice COMPLETELY changes tone and delivery style... again. I know I could just stop watching, but Ive made a comittment to see it through.

"Is it really bad?..." Teddy asks, Nick and I happen to say at the same time, "Yeah, it's still really bad." (Though we're clearly not talking about the same thing) 😂

Seriously, the khopesh is like RIGHT down the crack of his ass!!

"I smell Kahmunrah's musk-" YOU SMELL WHAT?! You know his SCENT?

"Fire burn." "I know the feeling." DAMMIT JOAN! 🤣 Ya got me on that one.

Aw, this scene building Nick up, this was nice. A breath of air before Im sure it goes back to shit quickly...

A fart joke, yup. Sadly I was right.

Yup, and then the movie reminds us that Robin Williams would've had a funny improv bit as Teddy, except it would be actually funny and naturally paced, and the other characters would be chuckling and trying not to bust up laughing, and not a phoned-in unfunny delivery like it is here in this cartoon where the characters are annoyed and critisize Teddy's reminiscing. I miss Robin so much. He was such a light on this world.

"We have an hour left before sunrise, come on!" Well, once again the franchise doesn't seem to understand how short an hour actually is. You're two hours deep into Ancient Egypt, you still have to stop Kahmunrah, leave the portal, get through the Art Museum, back on the Subway to get to the Natural History Museum...all in the span of an hour...Sure (Yes, they find a way to get home in time, that's the point, I know).

Jedediah shouts, "Don't forget to swallow!" I have died!

"Once I insert my tablet into the sarcophagus-" ...*slowly raises eyebrow* Once you insert WHAT now??? "My army will RISE!" ...sir... I hate your voice, I despise so much of the dialogue throughout this movie, but THAT line *slow clap* truly a masterpiece, *chef's kiss* Thank you to whomever wrote that line for me.

"We can't let that bully win." "Bully!....I mean, yes I agree." Oh now with less than 20 minutes I'm mildly enjoying myself.

And the "heiroglyph" of the 2nd chord to the combination in the MIDDLE of the tablet looks like :===

This cartoon has turned SUPER innuendo-y all of a sudden 🤣

HELL YEAH! A jackal army is WAY COOLER a birdmen army in my personal opinion. Damn, if only the voice actor had actually tried to sound like Hank (or if the vocal director didn't at his job) and Kahmunrah's design wasn't so awkward, I'd say that's insanely hot...Imagining Hank Azaria's Kahmunrah commanding a muscled canine-man army is one of the sexiest sounding things I could imagine...too bad it only exsists in this cartoon without Hank and not live action WITH Hank (obviously) 🥲

"Yes, my minions, ATTACK!" Now, imagine that line said in a commanding English accent and a forward lisp, while pointing with a big muscular arm....HOT!

UGHHH Why...why was he drAWN WITH STICK ARMS? *personal breakdown for the hundredth time watching this hour and 10 minute cartoon movie*

"Fine, then leave Son of Larry..."draws sword, "to me!" delivered in what I can only describe as freaky goblin voice. Why...? This...this would be so sexy, except everything is wrong.

That's it, I'm transcribing every bit of his dialogue and recording what he SHOULD sound like, and y'all will agree, they should've brought Hank back for this!

This weird goblin voice...this is the voice he's settled on now I guess, er...nope, nope, apparently we're going back to sounding like Jafar. Good god, just let this movie end.

They're using a poster of the natural history museum to get back while they're in a painting at another museum...I don't think that's how that would work, but I don't...I don't care, I want this to just be over.

Teddy, why are you not freezing with Texas-? Augh, who cares?

So Shawn Levy AND Chris Columbus produced this??? How much of a hand did they really have in this, because it was a nightmare.

*Does some Googling*...The AUTHOR of the original Night at the Museum children's book that the franchise is based on was one of the screenwriters? Did NOT see that one coming!

All in all, this movie got a few chuckles out of me, and the plot is pretty much a re-skinned version of Night at the Museum 2 Battle for the Smithsonian. It's not a bad concept, just a little weak as a final installment to the franchise.

My biggest issues come from the predominantly awkward dialogue, the joke murdering, granted it's hard to translate that vibe and live action comedic improv that leans more mature into a cartoon movie for a younger audience. The writers were bound to their screenplay and didnt have the luxury of improvizational comedy gold from the likes of the original NATM cast. With what they were constrained to, they tried their best, sometimes jokes worked, but most of the time it just didn't.

Some of the character designs were wonky, but I didn't mind the art style itself, Im just nit picky about the choices in Kahmunrah's design and his overall color palette.

But above all, the voice acting was ROUGH in places! Some performances were great, Joan was solid, Jed surprised me in the end when he finally started to sound like Owen Wilson, the Ricky Gervais sound-alike was decent enough, and Joshua Bassett as Nick was pretty decent as well, but Teddy Roosevelt, do I need to say it? No one will ever be Robin Williams, but Disney could've found a sound-alike.

And FINALLY, my guy, Mr. Joseph Kamal...what were you doin, man?

I mean, I tried to keep an open mind, and I am all for a voice actor putting their own spin on a character performance, but my man, this was not good, and I'm really disappointed.

*RESEARCHES Kamal's IMDB page* SOooo, in...SOME fairness, this was only his 2nd ever voice acting/voice over role. He's only ever done minor acting roles in serious television dramas or soap operas.

That being said, as a freelance voice over artist and voice actor, voice acting is NOT easy, especially when you have BIG BIG BIGGG shoes to fill from long time crazy-talented voice actor Hank Azaria. I just think Kamal was simply miscast into a role that was too much for him to take on. And I also blame whoever was in charge of vocal direction. Sometimes for voice actors, without a strong director, in a big vocal performance, the choices made in a delivery are too vast, like throwing darts into the universe while blind folded. You just kinda throw a variety of deliveries out there and ultimately it's up to the director and the editor which takes to go with.

Maybe that was it! Kamal did multiple deliveries of lines with varying styles because again, lack of strong direction, and the editor ultimately just threw these unfitting takes together making Kahmunrah sound batshit insane in not a good or well executed way...I wanna give this guy the benefit of the doubt.

3/10 There were ideas here, but this movie was painful to get through.

#natm #night at the museum #kahmunrah #kahmunrah rides again #critique #joseph kamal #voice acting

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winndycakes · 25 days ago

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It's my dad's birthday today. He would have been 85. Last year me, my bro and my dad went out for Indian food for his birthday. None of us thought he'd be dead in about a month. Then end of February, it'll be a year since he passed.

There's a lot I can share about my dad. He was born during the height of WWII. He was a Vietnam vet, having even earned a pretty prominent award for his services (he rarely talked much about his time in the army, I never asked. I have various military family members and there's just... you don't ask them about some things. You just don't.) He was a traveler, having been around the world numerous times, and I was fortunate enough to get to travel with him in his twilight years, getting to see places I never thought I really would, that they were just pipe dreams. He was a sailor, a writer, loved animals and has had numerous pets and of course a parent, but not just to me, but to my brothers whom never really had much of a positive father figure in their lives until him.

Growing up, I admittedly had a disconnect with my dad which with adult hindsight, I think was our undiagnosed autisms clashing (that and he was old to be a dad). I didn't hate him, but I didn't get along with him like I could have. Thank fuck he recognized that I was just a kid/bratty teen at times and didn't hold anything personally.

When my mom died not long after I finished high school I knew I had a choice to make. I could continue to shun my dad like some lil shit when he had done NOTHING wrong and his worst crime was being... a little quirky autistic dude, or get over myself and try to form a proper relationship with him. I chose the latter.

My dad helped me with numerous things in the last decade. Getting to be on my own and my own place, managing money, helping me with rent here and there so I wouldn't wind up on the streets. He also helped with me with... many, many other loved ones that passed in that time, some he shouldn't have had to outlive himself either.

As I mentioned earlier, I was lucky to get to travel with him. I had some funds to be able to do so, and a few years ago he mentioned wanting to see Japan again. He had seen the country in like... 50 years ha ha. I had been wanting to see Japan since I was like, 11, so nearly 20 years. I asked if I could come. He agreed. So we planned it all out and eventually went. It was great. It was my first time over seas and to a totally new country. Sure there were some things I missed out on I wanted to experience (and we experienced a couple of typhoons) but in all, the trip was fabulous and a great experience.

Another couple years later and we take another trip. Seeing Greece, spending time in Paris and a day trip to Iceland. I mainly wanted to see Greece (and we were on a cruise for this, which was actually a cool experience) and neither Paris nor Iceland were high on my list. But they were important to my dad, so I went along with it. I'm glad I did. I had a wonderful time not just with the Greek cruise, but in Paris and our brief time in Iceland. I even got to see the Palais Garnier in Paris, the setting for Phantom of the Opera (and box 5!).

Our last trip together was the fall of 2023. I mentioned before I wanted to see Venice before it makes the way of Atlantis. Venice was my dad's favorite, favorite, FAVORITE city in the world. When he heard that, he asked if we could go together. I said of course. So we once again planned a trip. 10 days in Venice, 5 days in Florence (I wanted to see Florence but he also insisted he HAD to make sure I saw the city, as an artist). ...I think about that trip a lot. Perhaps in part it is not melancholy because it was mine and my dad's last trip together, but even when he was still alive I was deeply affected (positively) by the trip. I happened to look up prices for living in Florence (what I saw was a lot cheaper than I expected, or even close to what I pay for my own place now), Dad mentioned I could live in Florence, and he'd then always have an excuse for him to come to Italy.

There's so much I think about still with my dad. Those trips, the vacations I had with him as a kid. Going camping. Christmas's. Just going on a drive together, having some coffee or lunch.

I mentioned it before, but it cannot be overstated how much you really need to take the time to spend with loved ones and appreciate them. I've lost a lot of people. A lot of people (I even lost another just this week, an old coworker).

There's so much stupid bullshit people prioritize in this world that just doesn't matter. Of course we all get angry over petty things, but that isn't what we should hold onto. The time with our loved ones is what matters, and making the most of it. Take it from someone who has lost 1 or 2 people a year for the last 14-ish years.

Do things you love. Spend time with those you love.

#winndy serious

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kissorkill16 · 3 months ago

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Should I Trust Her?: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: How can you like someone who used to be a bully? Take notes from Maritza.

(P.S., for @maritzaxfinchshiper !)

I don't know what the hell Nicky was thinking inviting Finch to the group.

The girl was a freaking bitch the whole time we knew her.

Of course, I was glad that she was a little afraid of me after me and the gang broke her camera. That thought helped every time I saw her face.

As time went by, Nicky told me that I should at least try to tolerate her, just like he'd told Trinity. But I didn't want to tolerate her, I wanted her to get out of our group and away from him.

She used to fucking bully him for God's sake!

I know Nicky wanted to give her another chance, but not everyone deserves that. Some people are still jerks no matter how much you want to trust them, and Finch was one of those jerks, I could tell just by looking at her.

But as I kept a close eye on Finch, I started to tolerate her only a little bit. We talked about stuff, and we're both athletic. She does hiking thanks to the scouts, and I do soccer.

I still didn't really trust her though, I was just getting used to her.

One afternoon, I was walking home from school, and I saw a familiar person through someone's window.

A window of a nice house, a nice big house. All white, windows were rose gold, hedges were trimmed, and the lawn was mowed.

Damn, whoever lived here must be rich rich.

When I looked closer through the window, I saw that the familiar person was...Finch?!

Was this her house?

And in front of her was a tall man in a dark green sweater vest. I guess it might be her dad.

I knew I shouldn't, I wasn't a stalker, I wasn't like Nicky or something. (Okay, low blow. I know, but I didn't know what else to say.) But against my better judgement, I tip toed to the window and listened to their conversation.

"Dad, it wasn't my fault. I -"

"I don't want to hear it, young lady. Here I am, trying to work to support this family after your skank of a mother left, and here you are being a fucking stalker!", said her dad.

The man held up a familiar newspaper article, and I immediately knew what they were arguing about. The newspaper article about Nicky's mental breakdown.

Then he held up two more pictures I didn't recognize, or even realized she took. They were also pictures of Nicky.

When did she take those? Was she planning to use those?

Oh my fucking God, I knew she couldn't be trusted.

"So not only did you make this article and make this poor boy look like a fool, you're also using your new one to stalk him! Probably to make another embarrassing article, I'm guessing.", said Finch's dad.

"Dad, I promise. It's not like that.", Finch tried to explain, but the man held up her hand, signaling her to stop talking.

"Not another word.", he said. "I'm going to take these pictures, and I'll be destroying them."

The look on Finch's face was something I've never seen before. She looked almost devastated.

"And you owe this boy an apology."

That's when I walked away from the window and away from the house completely.

Damn, was Finch's dad a jerk or what?

The worst thing was that he didn't know that Finch already apologized to Nicky for the picture incident.

I couldn't help but feel bad for her. I hated her so much, and it looked like she already got enough hate from her own dad. Sure, I couldn't blame him for getting mad at her for that article, but he didn't even give her a chance to explain herself for the other pictures.

She didn't take those to make another article, she took those because she liked Nicky and wanted to keep him with her at all times.

Like I said, I felt kind of bad, so I decided that I should make it up to her.

When I saw her in the hallway, I pulled her aside to the bathroom.

"Maritza?", she said. "What're you doing?"

I didn't answer her question. Instead, I took out an orange envelope and handed it to her. "Open this.", I said.

Finch was hesitant for a moment, but then she took the envelope and opened it. She softly gasped and held a hand to her mouth, and her eyes widened in surprise.

I could see her eyes sparkling.

"Where did you get these?", she asked, showing me the tiny pieces of paper that were in the envelope.

They were all pictures of Nicky.

"Well, I borrowed a camera from one of the employees at the Raven Brooks Banner and followed Nicky around.", I replied. Now Finch looked a little worried. "Were you seen?", she asked.

I shook my head, "Nope. I wore extra layers of clothing and a mask. If anything, they'll probably think I'm some creepy stalker.", I said. "I even got a couple of him sleeping, and poor dude was too beat to even wake up when the cam flashed."

Finch looked down at the pictures, then back up at me. "Maritza, why did you do this for me?", she asked.

I shrugged and rubbed the back of my head, "I felt kind of bad after I kind of overheard you and your dad arguing about that newspaper article -"

"How do you -"

"Not important.", I said. "Look, I felt bad for you, so I thought I'd do something nice for you. Your dad probably already destroyed those old pictures of Nicky, so..."

Her eyes widened, and she looked at the pictures again, then back up at me. She smiled and gave me a hug, I stilled for a moment, but I eventually hugged her back.

"Thank you so much, Mari!", she squealed.

"Yeah, no problem.", I said. Then I gently pushed her away, "But here's the catch. You can only keep those if you promise not to bully Nicky anymore."

Finch nodded so fast, her head could've come off. "I promise."

I put a hand on her shoulder and smiled at her, "Great.", I said. "Now don't go breaking that promise."

We both walked out of the bathroom. As I walked to my next class, I couldn't help but think to myself that maybe I could learn to like Finch.

After all, she was starting to be nicer and less of a bitch. Maybe as we progress more from there, we could actually be friends.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #maritza esposito #finch #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #hurt/comfort

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multifamdomfan · 1 year ago

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Why Does Love Hurt So Much? Pt. 2

@ivysayssup

Alexander Hamilton x reader(x John Laurens)

The good news is the nurses healed the wound and there was nothing left there but a scar but the bad news is that Dad is sending me back home. Before I left I told the truth about who I really am to Hercules, Lafayette, and John. They understood why I lied about my name and gender but was glad that I was honest about everything else. I couldn't bring myself to see Alex again, I didn't know what I would say or what his reaction would be. When I got home I studied law and eventually became a lawyer. I got harassed because it was uncommon for women to be anything other than a housewife but that just gave me the motivation to work harder.

A good thing that came out of it though is that the Schuyler sisters heard of me and wanted to meet me which led to great friendships. They invited me to the Winters Ball. When I arrived wearing my nicest dress I made small talk with the sisters before we all went out separate ways and I saw the one person I never thought that I'd see again, Alexander Hamilton. I was going to hide from him but it was too late, he already saw me. He walked towards me with an out stretched hand and said "May I have this dance?" It completely took me by surprise, did he not recognize me? Did he forget about me or did he not care?

My cheeks warmed and I nodded stiffly before taking his hand and we started to dance. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was terrified. "So 'James', what is your real name?"

"(y/n). I want you to know that besides my name and gender I never lied to you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner but I couldn't risk getting caught." I responded looking down in shame.

"I'm not going to lie, I was hurt when I found out but I understand why you did what you did." I looked up and saw that he looked sincere. And we shared a smile, not seeing that John Laurens was watching us across the room with sad eyes before leaving the ball.

Eventually Alexander and I got together and then got married. It started off wonderful, it seemed almost magical but it didn't last long. He was always working and never made any effort whatsoever into our marriage. Then he started going out late saying that he had to go to work. I saw all the signs but I ignored it so I could keep him because I love him. I'm grateful for my best friend, John Laurens. He's always been there with me through it all. Especially when we saw the Reynolds Pamphlet.

We were going on a stroll before Thomas Jefferson handed me and John the piece of paper that would change our lives forever. "I'm going to kill him." I heard him mutter as we read it. I stood there motionless. It's not true, it couldn't be. But everything made sense with his behavior. Tears sprung in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)." He said while he hugged me tightly. When we broke away he said "Come on, you're going to stay with me." I nodded staring at the ground before we left to collect my things.

I didn't say a word to Alex when I got home and packed my things. I heard John yelling at Alexander through the walls, John really is a good friend. We left and I was going to file divorce papers and get half of everything but right now I just need my friend and sleep.

A year later I got over Alex and I developed feelings for John. I got my own place and moved out of John's place but visited often. We were talking about anything and everything but I was half asleep with my head leaning on his shoulder and I whispered "I love you." Before I passed out.

The next morning I woke up on John's bed but he wasn't there. I walked to the living room where he was asleep on the couch. I sat down next to him and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face causing him to stir and wake up. "Good morning." I told him in a soft voice.

"Good morning." He responded with his voice groggy from sleep. He then seemed to remember something and asked "Did you mean what you said yesterday? About you loving me?"

I completely forgot about that. I looked down blushing and responded with a quiet "Yes." Before I knew it he kissed me with so much passion that it contrasted with his innocent persona.

A couple years later John and I got happily married. John and I were drinking champagne when I overheard Hercules tell Alex "You need to let her go." So I guess that He was pinning on me but I deserve better than Alexander. I'm with John now, I love him and he loves me. John is the best thing that ever happened to me and treats me right.

#john laurens x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #alexander hamilton #hamilton x reader #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligan #angst #angst to fluff

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calcitedraws · 3 months ago

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FENS DIARY

Tw: Mentions of death, suicide, depression, brief mentions of sexuality and Fen being generally sort of creepy and trying to rationionalize it.

Around 2,300 words

This was supposed to be a few entries and I got too invested lol and I use y/n because I'm old school. Also when Fen says 'Im not a girl' that isn't indicating a bio or gender identity I was just including the fact that they're nonbinary.

November 17th

I haven't written in a while, eh? After… what happened I sort of shut down for a while. Even now I want to shut down, but my dad always said I should face things head on. Ok, as my therapist used to say: if I don't know how to word something I should just say it as plainly as I can to get started.

I'm in pain.

I can't sleep I can't eat and I can't fucking breathe. The only person making sure I have a moderately healthy sleep/wake cycle is Dandelion, and even then he doesn't seem to mind if I sleep on the couch all day as long as he's fed.

I'm packing to head down to the funeral and I came by my journal. I don't even know why I'm doing this. This is fucking stupid.

I'm scared of seeing them. I haven't seen my mom or siblings in… 5 odd years? I never even came out to them. I'll have to explain so much that I'm just not in the goddamn mood to. I don't even think they want to see me. Dad told me that once they figured out the whole situation that they didn't take it well.

Dandelion keeps curling up in my suitcase. If he behaved better in crates, I'd bring my little man with. But he chews on the bars and yowls, so I'm leaving him at one of those pet boarding places.

November 19th

I don't want to go tomorrow. I'm sitting here at this shitty hotel desk that's sticky in this shitty hotel room that smells like booze and mothballs. There's a weird mark on the carpet and I can't decide if it's old blood or a shit stain. Either way it's suspiciously big. The people in the other room keep having really loud and bad sounding sex, all the damn time. Like, literally, their headboard is apparently against the same spot as mine, because the thumping keeps me awake. I tried to move my bed and found another stain that I'm convinced is blood. I put the bed back and slept on the tiny couch in the room. I'm pretty sure there's bedbugs on every fabric surface.

OH MY GOD THOSE TWO ASSHATS ARE HAVING SEX AGAIN!!! WHY ARE THEY BLASTING THAT ONE SONG FROM SHREK 2 I HATE THIS HOTEL

November 20

I'm just sitting here. At this sticky desk again. I don't think I can do this. It's 3:30 AM and I can't go back to sleep. Waiting for my sleeping meds to kick in.

My therapist always said that the best time to journal about something is when it's the hardest to think about.

I wish I had someone. I like to think soulmates exist. Maybe Dad was right and that's all horse shit. Maybe I should just throw myself into oncoming traffic instead of going to his funeral.

I've been paying more attention to cars recently. Funny how many look like my dad's.

I think the meds are kicking in? No clue, maybe I'm just too angry to think.

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It's 8:10 AM and I need to leave in 20 minutes.

I've decided to go, because I owe it to him. I think I'd hate myself more if I didn't go.

What do I even do if I see my mom again? Is she even my mom? Am I allowed to wave if she spots me? Will she even recognize me. I can recognize her. I've been cyber talking her Facebook. Her husband and her just got back from a weekend trip to the Bahamas.

I haven't dared look for my siblings. I miss Sherry.

Had to take a minute to reign myself in.

I'm glad my aunt (my dad's sister) took care of the funeral prep. Shes nice. Haven't talked to her in a half a decade, I should send a nice letter after the funeral.

The thought of coming back to that house alone is killing me. No more face times. No more random phone calls. No more sending him pictures of weird stuff Dandelion did.

I need to head out soon. My hair is greasy. My eyes hurt. I look like shit. But I have to go.

I forgot to charge my phone last night but there should be enough juice in it to get me there and back. Don't know where I'm headed since I've never been here. My dad said I wouldn't like where he lived because it's crowded. Maybe I can just throw myself into oncoming traffic after.

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I think I met an angel.

I got lost after the funeral and my phone died. I started crying in the middle of the side walk like some fucking weirdo when I spotted them.

They were so cute, in their cozy sweater and jeans. They asked what was wrong and I said I was lost and that my phone died.

They actually lead me back to the hotel! Apparently they live here in the city too but near the outskirts. I never got their name, I'm such a fucking idiot.

I've always felt like there's been a wall between me and other people. But with them… I didn't feel that. I felt I had known them all my life.

Shit, here I am rambling about someone I just met after going to my dad's funeral.

It was awkward. Like, painfully awkward. No one approached me. My dad's funeral was closed casket, which all things considered, makes sense. But I felt like if I opened that casket it'd be empty. It was a weird feeling.

I didn't know any of his friends and only Sherry showed up to the funeral. I don't know why but that somehow made everything worse. Sherry couldn't even look at me. I didn't stick around long afterwards. She looks so different from when I last saw her (why did she go blonde?) but I recognized her instantly.

I'm packing up to head home. I technically don't need to go until tomorrow but the longer I stay here the more I feel the need to itch the back of my throat with a shotgun. At least at home I can cry into Dandelions fluffy belly.

January 8th

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Guess who's forced me out of rotting in my bed? My boss threatening to fire me if I don't log on and do my job!

A fair point, but fuck him anyway.

I said I'd log on today and he seemed satisfied.

So here I am instead, procrastinating. I can't keep my eyes open for very long. I mean, I logged on and have been reading meeting notes. That's progress.

Dandelion has been very accommodating with allowing me to randomly pick him up and cry loudly into his fur.

Oh! I found a new cat! Her name is Queenie and she's a little black cat. I found her right outside the hotel I was staying at before the funeral. I thought she had that lethal cat bloat I had heard about, but she was just really pregnant! Like, ready to pop pregnant. She gave birth on Christmas and now I have a small army of tiny black and orange kittens! I woke up to 6 of them on Christmas morning. They're all so small and cute and they won't stop meowing very very loudly. I got Queenie spayed as quickly as I could afterwards.

Queenie warmed up to my quickly despite being a stray. I named her that because she's a little diva. The amount of times I had to separate her and Dandelion from fighting over mutually favorited spots is well, embarrassing since these are two adults. But now? Queenie just lays on top of Dandelion and he seems to enjoy it.

Why am I jealous of two cats?

January 15th

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Oh my God I found them. The person who saved me and lead me back to the hotel, I found them!

Ok, so, I'm a penetration tester, which means I hack into systems. It's boring so I never talk about it. But, the job we were handed made us pen test a random hospital and I found them! They went in for a checkup recently and I found their data while spelunking! I took a picture of their government ID before I could stop myself.

I can't believe I found them! I clicked on a random name because I liked the way it looked and it leads me right to them! I know it's them, because the ID card looks like them and says they live near where they said they did.

I've been looking at our star signs. I also found their social media and they're so chatty! I think they just think their friends are watching because they post sporadically. I scrolled through everything I could find during my lunch break.

Oh my God I sound insane. This is insane and totally illegal. I need to step back and calm down.

January 25th

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I tried!! Couldn't step back couldn't calm down. I've been cyber talking a stranger for like, a week now.

But I've come to a revelation: I'm very greasy. I haven't showered in… no clue to be honest. I only realized because I accidentally leaned against the sliding glass door and my head left a strong imprint on the glass.

I haven't changed my bedsheets in a while either. Or vacuumed, or cleaned the kitchen, or swept the patio. So instead of any of that I have spent the entire afternoon paralyzed on the couch in sustained fear. Dandelion has joined me.

February 4th

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I finally got fed up of being greasy and took an actual shower instead of sitting under the water staring at the floor and disassociating for like, half an hour. The sheer amount of dead skin I scrubbed off is embarrassing.

*Y/n* (the name of my angel) talked about spring cleaning early online. They even have the link to their favorite songs to listen to while cleaning. I recognize some of the songs but most of them are new to me. Maybe if I listen to the playlist it'll make me want to clean?

Update: It did. Managed to clean the kitchen and living room before getting tired. Maybe I should start working out again…?

Feb 14th

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Y/n is single! (Very good information to know)

When I clean I just put y/n’s play list on and I'm suddenly full of energy.

I think it eases the loneliness. I miss my dad.

Feb 20th

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I've discovered something about myself that I can't unlearn. I think I have a praise kink?? I was watching my favorite show with Dandelion and one of the characters that kind of looks y/n said ‘good girl' to the main character and. I got so horny I had to pause the show and sit in silence. I'm not even a girl. What the fuck just happened? I think the cats know because they've been staring at me judgementally all afternoon.

March 1st

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Lasagna is my enemy.

April 29th

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It was my dad's birthday yesterday. He would've been 46 today.

I sort of shut down for the entire month, again. House is a fucking mess. Only think I can manage is taking care of the cats, who don't seem to mind the mess.

I just wish I had someone. The house is pretty quiet. Sometimes I put the TV on to avoid how quiet it is. I miss talking to my dad, about literally anything. The weather, what my cats were up to, about my dad's new girlfriend of the week, literally anything. I miss how funny he was. I remember when I was in secondary school how him and I would watch TV every Friday night and eat Mac n cheese from the box.

May 1st

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I think I'm in love with y/n?? Is that a thing you can do? I had a dream we went on a date to a coffee shop and then we went home and made dinner and I kept making them laugh and smile and when I woke up I just burst out sobbing. I literally couldn't calm down for who knows how long.

But I want something like that! I want it so badly! I want to make them dinner while they talk with me! I want to cozy up to them on the couch while watching a movie! I want to hear them breathe next to me at night!

So I might've done something maybe unethical. I located their IP Address. Which isn't bad since I already know their physical address and their safe with me and it's not like it's illegal to find it!

May 10th

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So I did something stupid. I did something really fucking stupid I hacked into their email. All it took was a phishing scheme and bam, I was in. And Lord knows how everything is connected to emails nowadays. I'm a criminal now. I've been reading their emails for like, three hours. I mean… the government can like totally see your emails so it's not that big of a deal?? Right???

Oh my God I'm a criminal now!

But I'm learning so much!

May 18th

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The time has come. Queenies kittens have all found new homes, I can't have all these cats in the house. But I kept my favorite kitten; Cali, the little calico. Short of Hotel California, My dad's favorite song.

Cali is a menace against society. He's chewn through wires, eaten pillows, and I've had to take him to the vet twice for eating batteries. I don't think another family can handle him.

I like to think he gets this from Dandelion, who despite being well over ten years old still chews on wooden furniture.

June 19th

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I've been trying to find a way to say this that doesn't sound bad. But like, I literally can't? So I'll just say it.

I broke into y/n’s phone.

I'm not doing anything bad! I just want to see what they're up to! I won't use this to hurt them so it isn't bad, is it?

I've been watching them play candy crush for 45 minutes. They're bad at candy crush but something about that is so cute! I've downloaded candy crush. Maybe I can play the same levels at the same time as them…?

I've also been eating meals with them. They watch stuff on their phone as they eat and I've started eating at a regular schedule again. But their diet sucks so much?? Why the fuck are they eating gas station sushi so often? I'm scared they'll get worms!!

July 1st

—----------

What if my cats tell me neighbor I got high???

July 2nd

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So um, I tried edibles for the first time yesterday. You'll never guess how it went.

Anyways, high me decided that cleaning the entire house was their sole mission. Thank you, high me.

July 19th

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I finally gathered the courage to go into my old room.

I only had the attic room because everyone had their own rooms and I was sick of sharing with Sherry. So, my dad fixed up the attic and gave that room to me for my 10th birthday. When everyone left, I took over Sherry's old room. Mom only left the mattress and headboard, so it didn't feel like Sherry's anymore. All that's left is the thumbtacks from her old posters.

Anyway, my old room is just how I left it. Dusty, but the same. I even found Howie, my old plushie! I took all of Howie's stuffing out and it's in the wash right now, but they still have the old lavender satchet I put in them. I don't know what to replace it with, to be honest.

#yandere #yandere oc #theres always tomorrow #yandere visual novel

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mistresswriter19 · 3 months ago

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~Until You Take Your Last Breath ~

Dr. Masacrik X Reader

A Psychocuties Fanfic

~ Pt 3~

Author's Note: Hello dear reader, the past few weeks were a little rough for me including my mental health not the greatest but I appreciate the patients and this week you'll get more chapters of Masacrik X Reader ~ I'm getting the motivation back and I have alot to show in this story. My midterm has been completed so I'll also focus writing more chapters. Thank you for your support and enjoy ^^

( Chapter 3)

You were sitting on a pillow in your chair, legs swaying as the clock you look against the wall kept “ tick, tick, tick “. It may seem that you did have friends but they never went over to your house. Made you realize a thought maybe the ones you hang out on Halloween only stayed with you because you were happy and always welcome anyone to join your swarade. Masacrik was going to be the first one playing with you. Then you let your mother know that your friend was coming over. Of course you needed both your moms and dad's permission. They prefer you not to bring people over but a wave of guilt hit them everyrime they pass by seeing kids your age having fun and spending time together. Your parents did your best to provide for you but haven't had the chance to spend time with you. They're hoping this was only a one time deal.

“ Knock Knock”

Y/N: HE'S HERE!!!!

You shouted jumping out of your seat and immediately opening the door. And welcome Masacrik with open arms which made him a little uncomfortable but he only patted your back to return this affection you were given him.

Y/N: I'm so glad that you made it!

Masacrik: Had no choice I guess.

Y/N: Come on you'll love it here!

Masacrik: I beg to differ.

Y/N: Mom, Dad, this is Masacrik he's my friend, it's a little hard for him to socialize and needs help on things so I like for all of us to do our best and show him a loving family we our.

M/N: Welcome to our home, this will also be your home too.

D/N: How ya doing there boy! Great that our daughter is making friends.

M/N: Oh yes couldn't be more happier.

Masacrik lean against the wall didn't want to say anything but looks back to you asking for a way out.

We're going to my room to play, you said as Masacrik nods as your parents agree letting you two have fun. Heading up the stairs Masacrik turn seeing the portraits of you and your family. He couldn't understand someone like you who can filled with hope and sunshine personality from the cruel world he endures more unless its something he wasn't used to see when he encounters people.

You sat on your bed grabbing some crayons and paper.

Y/N: Let's draw!

Masacrik: What if I suck at drawing.

Y/N: You could try.

You places the paper down on the ground and dump the crayons all over as you pick a color and humming a little tracing different shapes and colors you place on the paper you studied as you look back at Masacrik giving him a warm smile. Masacrik turns the other way, picks up the color “ red” and tries his best to draw something he can think of but most of his mind feels black shadows appearing if he could see them or not. Chooses to ignore and presses aggressively on the crayon grunting to himself, adjusting his red wolf cap and place the crayon down show that he was finished.

Masacrik: Done

Y/N: Me too!

You immediately show your picture it was a meadow and Masacrik eyes grew wide for a eleven year old you draw really good. It reminded him something out of a museum but then he recognized what the drawing means.

Y/N: It's where me and you became friends, and I thought to draw that for memory but more of the setting where it take place but If you want I can draw us.

Masacrik: Uh…no keep it this one..it's..pretty.

Y/N: Thank you! Now show me what you draw.

Masacrik: It might scare you.

Y/N: I like to see were friends are we.

Masacrik sighs as he shows his pictures you frown a little bit seeing a man in a suit with a wolf cap similar to his and fur around the back, he looked very unpleasant made you gulp a little.

Y/N: It looks nice…

Masacrik: I see this vision in my dreams and I thought to draw it out.

Y/N: Is he like a walking nightmare?

Masacrik: No… It's the future.

Y/N: Huh?

Masacrik: Someone I'm trying “ NOT “ to become.

Y/N: You won't…he seems very scary. Maybe if you hang out with me. That nightmare will fade away.

Masacrik seen you didn't understand but he did appreciate the concern even if he didn't like showing affection. Masacrik got up examine more of your room he find it quite interesting as he looks back and sits down.

Masacrik: What do you mostly do to have this “ bubbly side “?

Y/N: “ Bubbly”

Masacrik: Your so happy and can't understand why your like this.

Y/N: I do have some bad days but I can't let that hurt me, always think positive and so happiness is the greatest gift in life.

Masacrik stood for a moment and wanted to throw up but he looked at his hands all sweaty. Until something was purring around Masacrik's leg it was the kitten he stole. He posture moving one leg to another seeing this kitty all over he found it odd and weird. As you place your hands folded together smile to see kitty so affectionate to Masacrik's.

Y/N: Aww Kitty likes you.

Masacrik: Eh..why does it like me.

Y/N: Maybe because you did something that pleases kitty. Most cats or kittens are gentle and show affection for one's who have done good deeds. Seems like you made another friend.

Masacrik: It can't be….

From the mind Masacrik thought when he took the kitty with his scissors in hand instead of feeding the creature he rather use the scissors and plunged the insides to see nothing but blood oooze over his fingertips and, kitty organs entangled on the floor with the look of fear in the kitty's eyes but he couldn't let that happen since he did an good deed giving the kitty to you that Halloween night. He sighs and places his finger giving the kitty a few rubs for some reasons it felt for Masacrik it feel nice. You look smile and heard your mothers voice calling down the hall.

Y/N: Supper time! Come on Masacrik my Mom makes great food.

Masacrik: You go I'll stay with Kitty.

Y/N: Aren't you hungry?

Masacrik: I'm fine.

Y/N: It would be better if you come join us

Masacrik: I rather keep to myself and “ you”

Y/N: Well I'll see what I can do some arrangement.

Without even saying anything else Masacrik wanted to respond but the time you left the door open heading down the stairs hearing your mothers voice once more. As Masacrik kneels on the railing of the stairs hearing the conversation as the kitty follows him in sight. He heard your sweet voice explaining to your parents as for some reason they started to get irritated by more work they have to do. This was very intriguing for Masacrik to hear. The conflict you had to endure from both parents there was the constant yelling, dishes falling on ground, the lectures and the “ hitting “. Masacrik couldn't believe this from the girl thinking she has a normal and loving family and ends up with complete complications and lack of love. Made him excited, proving his point that the world is not full of hope and love, it's a cruel world that Y/N doesn't seem to understand or acknowledge. He then heard the sniffles from you which stopped his thoughts back to reality. Masacrik's eyes grew weary and his hand grabbed his chest tightly. It made his teeth grit and tried not to make any sounds. What was this feeling he felt was taken over inside and out.

Not too soon he saw you head back up the stairs as he returned to your room, hands folded, making sure you didn't notice him watching what he had witnessed.

Y/N: My parents are willing to do take out once they are finished and we can watch TV too.

Masacrik: Are you alright?

You see the concern on Masacrik's face from the tears dripping down your eyes, folding your hands with the piece of napkin from the dinner table you held onto close to your chest. Masacrik knew what happened he just wanted to see if you can open up to him about the parents are not what they seem when in public ,behind closed doors was different.

Y/N: I'm sorry if you here what was going on… I don't ask for much but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable I guess my parents don't seem to understand.

Masacrik: It's my fault..if I went down in fhe first place. You wouldn't get scold at.

Y//N: Your my friend I want you to feel comfortable even if it's something I need to learn and understand .

Masacrik: You still think I'm your friend?

Y/N: Why of course, your here with me hanging out and talking to me.

Masacrik: Again not by choice but your quite interesting one.

Y/N: Thank you!

Masacrik: They shouldn't treat you that way.

Y/N: Just personal issued I'll figure it out on my own time but come on let's have fun before it gets too late!

Masacrik hinted that you wanted to drop the subject which he acknowledged the pain you're going through even if you hide it inside. People cope in different ways. You went down the stairs still with the bubbly attitude and turned on TV as Masacrik sits next to watch and watches but majority of the time he mostly stare at you. While eating some fast food your parents pick up for him and you. He only glance a few times on the screen he didn't like this feeling at all but for someone seen so genuine and wants to hang out with someone like Masacrik repeating the same questions he saw the kitty again hoping onto your lap as you place your fingers giving the kitty belly rubs

Y/N: You know..I wish I could thank the person that let me have this kitty.

Masacrik: You don't know who it's from

Y/N: Someone just drop the kitty by my doorstep but they did ring the door bell. Guess I was more excited for passing out candy and didn't open my eyes on time. The person is gone.

Masacrik: I see…maybe they want you to have a kitty. You did mention that kitty been a wanderer in the streets.

Y/N: Oh that's true most of the time I would bring food or give the kitty milk for some the kitty would always stay near my house. It was probably destiny that this Kitty needed a home and someone picked me.

Masacrik looks at the kitty of how much it adores you, hesitant to admit that he was the one bringing you the kitty. Masacrik didn't want to jump into any conclusions or make things awkward and his attachment to made him Squamish. This was the first time he became closer to someone his age. He knows eventually the friendship will not last.

Masacrik decided to call it a night as you grabbed Kitty leading, opening the door for him. You were hurt to see him leave but didn't want to get into more trouble from your parents or even neighbors that sometimes dip into your business.

Y/N: Do you go to school?

Masacrik: No

Y/N: Why don't you come to mine? Classes have started but I'm sure you can fit in and we can chat more and maybe I can help you on subjects.

Masacrik: You're an idiot .

Y/N: Please!

Masacrik: Not falling for this again.

Y/N: It would be fun… for some reason..you comfort me.

Walking away from you Masacrik stopped for a moment turning back from your words he didn't get what you mean but his appearance made you feel comfort either he seems that your dululu or need a escape from the complicated love/hurt relationship with your parents in that house.

Masacrik: Will see….

Those were the last words he said as he didn't look back walking straight as you wave and smile hoping he would see you

tomorrow.

Masacrik: That damn girl….

~End Of Chapter 3~

#psychocuties #psychonyashki #x reader #x fem!reader #doctor masacrik #dr masacrik #psychocuties masacrik #masacrik #ПСИХОНЯШКИ #fanfiction #xreader #fanfics #tamakuz #femalewriter #psychocuties fanfics #doctor masacrik x reader #mistresswriter19

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ateez-himari · 5 months ago

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Hi bb(you already know who it is) thanks for answering my asks and I'm glad you appreciate it cause I aprreciate you🫵more mwahh💓💓

I get what you mean and I'm glad that you didn't make hima be flawless like what is shown in the kpop industry, the industry tends to show it's idols being delicate, lovely, happy, healthy, but honestly none of us know what's going on inside their heads they might have mental problems, physical problems, and might also compare themselves to other idols whether they are their seniors or juniors, and I'm glad that mimi is more confident and happy in her body and mindset, as well as our mingi, I'll always love him dearly and cherish him for his braveness❤️‍🩹

And indeed society is stupid and if you are confident in yourself they call you arrogant and if you're not they say you're weak and sensitive there's literally no right option except to be who you want to be and act how you want to act❤️‍🩹

And nowww I have another question to askk🧐 have the other members ever faced problems because of hima and mingi's relationship? (like company problems, schedules and other related stuff)

Love you bb mwahh😼💓💓

Hey again sweets 🥰I do appreciate it, I get excited to look at my inbox every time I see a notification! It also makes me feel happy that someone appreciates my content so much that they have questions about it 🥹💕

Honestly Mingi's been my bias since I got into ATEEZ because even if he's not the most confident he has such a beautiful personality, and it's amazing that we can see him gaining more confidence in himself! He's also so genuine, he screams when he's scared, he doesn't force his laugh, he does things that make him embarrassed but he owns it, he's just a big boba eyed chick 🥺All the members are just so amazing over all, I went to their Toronto concert - first time seeing any concert ever - and just seeing them running around during songs like 'Dancing like butterfly wings' or 'Dreamy day' made me smile so much it hurt.

Allegedly there's no rule against dating at KQ so there have never been many problems with their specific relationship, their CEO - who they call their 'dad' - was actually very happy for them since he suspected it for a while, but unfortunately didn't get confirmation from his own babies until Coachella. Her relationship with Mingyu was the one that saw more pushback company wise since no one was truly fond of their youngest - who already had a lot of eyes on her every move - being involved with someone from a group that had an even larger audience.

Matz were the members most anxious about their relationship since them breaking up could mean a drastic change in the entire group's dynamic, and talked to both about how they felt in depth about one another to make sure that this was a good decision. They were also aware of the toxic nature of her previous situation-ship with Mingyu and were afraid that their maknae's heart was still very vulnerable to the point of entering a relationship without much thought towards her mental health, although they quickly saw that it was true love.

The members did face some problems when Mingi broke the news to Atiny, with false 'fans' getting angry at the fact that no one had told them or that they were even allowing this in the first place. Much like some people tend to focus on WooSan as a potential ship instead of the two's absolutely incredible vocals, body control, personality, etc, there were times where they used MinAri to overshadow the rest of the group, thinking about the speculations more than every member themselves.

Since no one knew they were together until a few months ago there were no changes in schedules or opportunities, although lately they have started appearing as a couple at events, such as; The Porsche The Art of Dreams 'Capsule Dreamscapes #01 Seoul' event and pushBUTTON 2025 Collection Show. Their own industry has recognized them as the 'IT' couple of fourth generation and brands have begun using this for their own publicity, so there have been somewhat of a rise in opportunities.

As usual, thank you so much for your question sweets, love you! 😘Mwahhh!💕💕

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez extra member #ateez 9th member #ateez female member #kpop oc #himaask

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howlingday · 2 years ago

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How about one where Tai tries to tell his girls that he's dating again before they get to Beacon, but he fumbles it so badly with his nerves that he freaks Ruby & Yang out instead.

Ruby is FREAKING OUT thinking her Dad won't let her go to Beacon while Yang is DYING on the inside thinking her Dad needs help giving Ruby "The TALK"....

Taiyang Fumbles

"Hold on, girls! Just a sec!"

"But Daaaaad~!" Ruby whined. "If we don't hurry, we'll miss the bullhead!"

"You can wait just a few minutes." Taiyang said with a roll of his eyes. "There will be other bullheads. Right now, though, I need to explain something to the two of you."

"Can't it wait until we get there," Yang offered, "or maybe on the way?"

"Nope, this is, uh, very important for you both to know. Especially you, Ruby."

"What?!" Ruby balked. "What did I do?"

"Nothing, but..." Taiyang knew he'd have to tell Ruby soon enough, but he didn't think it would be so soon. "See, the thing is, uh, you know how men and women are different, right?"

"Yeah?" Ruby quirked a brow.

"And how, well, sometimes a womman and a man will meet each other and things start going really well, and one thing leads to another, and..."

The sisters began to pale. Taiyang noticed this and flushed in response. He knew this would be a difficult topic, but he had to do this. His daughters deserved to know the truth.

Ruby started getting antsy. Dad was usually good with his words, being a teacher and all, but for some reason he'd get super nervous like this when she walked in on his phone conversations. He'd spend all day on the phone when she wanted to call Uncle Qrow to ask when he'd be home for training. Conversations between father and daughter would slow to a near halt, which means she'd be late for the bullhead! Hurry up, Dad~!

Yang recognized this flavor of nervousness. This was a "grown up talk" as he called it. She'd expected this, but she assumed it would be on her to explain the birds and the sweaty palms to her little sister. She didn't like it, but what else could she do? Still, if this was what had to be done, then she'd be the one to take the lead.

"Dad?" Yang interrupted. "I'll take care of it."

"Huh?"

"I get it. Really, I do, but Ruby's not a little girl anymore." She placed a hand on her sister's shoulder. "So just leave it to me."

"Oh..." Taiyang chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you are my daughter, too. Shoulda known you'd have it all figured out."

"Not all figured out, but I got the basics."

"Well, that's a relief." Taiyang chuckled. "So, how'd you figure out I started dating again?"

"..."

"...Oh."

"YOU DID WHAT?!" The sisters roared in unison.

---------------------------------------------------

"I won't be arriving for another week. Your failure and incompetence must be resolved by you and you alone. But I'm sure you can handle that, can't you, Roman?" There was a murmur on the other line. "Good. I'm glad we reached an understanding. I'll see you in a week. Ta-ta~."

Cinder placed her scroll in her case and called for a cab. "Take me to the ferry."

"Sure thing." The driver grunted as he tapped into his GPS. Unfortunately, he was a talker. "So, uh, why's ya in Vale?"

"I'm meeting someone." Cinder replied.

She was calm, collected, and always at the top of her game. Her rivals never lasted because she made sure they never started. No one on Remnant had the power to stop her.

"He's only the sweetest man I ever met~!" She gushed. "He's so strong, and kind, and funny, and rugged, and sweet, and..."

The driver rolled up his window as the woman continued to hug herself and gush about her beau in the backseat.

#rwby #ruby rose #yang xiao long #taiyang xiao long #tinder #cinder fall

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d0zuki · 8 months ago

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Can I ask for a toya aoyagi x reader where they meet as little kids because both of their parents know each other? And they saw each other once or twice... and after that they never met again until high school only to find out they're classmates?

“True Beauty” -"Fate always plays tricks on us"

⋆˚࿔ pretty tie from Kuro𝜗𝜚˚⋆ :: a tie to pull your crush

― ʚ summary ɞ ― Toya with a childhood friend reader

― ʚ words ɞ ― 730

― ʚ warning ɞ ― designer found no danger in her creation

― ʚ author note ɞ ― I wasn't sure if I could shorten this into childhood friends, but I assume yeah, it could be possible so yeah nice :3 honesty that's a cute idea!

When you and Toya were little you only met twice because your father knew his, originally wanted a little collaboration but after hearing that Toya dad forces him to play the piano he took you away not speaking to him ever again and you couldn't see Toya because of his piano lesson, as you got older you slowly started to forget about Toya and same went with him, you both just didn't talk to each other after your guys second meeting when you heard you father arguing with his and well it went down hill

Currently you are studying at a school called Kamiyama High School and you are in class 2-B together with your friend Mizuki Akiyama, it was the first day of your new class so you started walking before you suddenly got hugged by someone it was Mizuki

"Heya, how is my favourite person doing?"

"Mizuki we both know I'm not your favourite and that I'm in the second spot"

"true but who cares, anyway you're going to be in class 2-B like me right?"

"yeah why?"

"well just so happened I know someone there"

"you do? Who?"

"Aoyagi Toya"

"Aoyagi Toya....hmmm"

"something wrong?"

"I feel like I recognize that name"

"you do?"

"yeah... But that probably doesn't matter let's go to class"

"about that.."

"Mizuki, An personally asked me to make sure you will attend class and I will do it"

"well it's two against one can't say no"

You were walking and eventually entered the class, you saw you new classmates and one that you felt like you recognized, before you knew it that said classmate looked at you and was also surprised

"Toya?!"

"[Y/N]?!"

You both said at the same time, with Mizuki standing behind you wondering what was going on

"Wait you know each other?"

"you could say that"

"I technically know Toya since I was little, though we only met twice I think"

"I'm quite surprised to see you [Y/N], a nice surprise of course"

"Would you two be considered childhood friends?"

"uhhh probably?"

"I say yes, I mean we did speak and got along well, I would even call [Y/N] my friend then"

"Yeah same here"

"I see I see, well I'm glad to see friends reunite!"

"Now that you two have seen each other I'm just going to-"

"Mizuki don't you dare, I'm doing what An asked me to do"

"you know Shiraishi?"

"yeah I do not for long though"

"well then how about you come see us practice? I introduce you to the rest of my friends"

"ah sure, I think I have time"

"that's great to hear, I text them in a moment to tell them"

"alright"

After class you and Toya went where he and the vivid bad squad practice, and you simply watched hearing unique voices that still fit the others it was amazing to watch, while watching you couldn't help but smile knowing that even if Toya dad doesn't accept this and he probably doesn't, Toya still does it because he loves it that's truly passionate in your opinion him not giving up on his dreams even though his father is an asshole.

You started showing up to their practice pretty much everyday and the rest of VBS noticed how Toya looked at you with eyes full of love Akito could swear he saw hearts in them, so obviously they had to match you together An and Mizuki were the one who did the most putting up ideas on your guys date, which you only agreed because they said it was platonic one were surprise surprise they lied, and with that said you were in a park on a picnic with Toya enjoying the moment and watching him get happy for cutting an apple, how adorable can this man be?! That's actually crazy!

To put it simply and fast on that day you decided to go on a romantic one, and it was nice being close to Toya and realising that you have a crush on Toya, you started going out more often eventually deciding to try dating, after that you became a quite popular couple which wasn't bad I mean you guys were perfect! Now as for Toya's dad he had mixed emotions, but after a while he just let Toys date you and well you were happy

#┆ᴅᴏᴍɪ :: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ۶ৎ #project sekai fanfic #project sekai #toya aoyagi #project sekai x reader #toya aoyagi x reader #project sekai colorful stage #x reader

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eww-y-tho · 1 year ago

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A Ben Rant

[it get's real, sorry. also spoilers for the entire show so far.]

The reason I really can't understand Ben apologists is because, like Nick, I don't care about his issues. I am a raging bisexual in the throes of living with a very homophobic dad and a constant fear of being outed to him by my mother, and I wouldn't stoop to Ben's level in any way.

His behaviour is simply unjustifiable. That's why I love Darcy, she is also in a bleak situation, but tries to live her life authentically and without being a trash human being. A true foil so people can understand that perspective.

Truth is, just because Ben was in a bad environment doesn't mean that he has the justification to be a horrible person who abused Charlie. And let us not beat around the bush here, he sexually assaulted him. To be frank, the correct course of action would be a restaining order, being exposed for his crimes, a spot on his criminal record, and either serving some time (6 months-a year) or an astronomical amount of community service.

Sorry, you should have those consequences for your actions. It honestly gets me angry that Nick and Charlie didn't press charges and at least try to get him off that campus. I get it, they're young and really nice kids, but it's really sad that an acknowledged criminal walked off scot-free.

And honestly, when placed in that perspective, Ben's "apology" is even more insulting. That was just a last attempt at getting Charlie back, which is gross.

This hits too close to home in the form of my sister who went through a similar situation to Charlie. She has her Nick now, don't worry lol. I'm rewatching Heartstopper with her and I could tell it affected her.

When you or someone close to you has experienced a similar thing, I feel like it's easier to put it in perspective. But honestly, Ben shouldn't be given any sympathy whatsoever. He is a villain to his bones. And let's not even go into the mess that was Ben and Imogen.

Actually, let's do exactly that.

Imogen is proof that Ben did not learn his lesson and is just a sucky human being. He straight up used Imogen just to make Nick angry and rub it in his face. Imagine knowing the person who assaulted your boyfriend is dating one of your best friends. It's just gross.

And Ben's only motivations were his petty jealousy that Nick is a better boyfriend for Charlie than he ever was and that he wanted the control he had over Charlie back, as was pointed out by Nick and Charlie multiple times.

And let us also not forget that Ben is so far in his delusional mindset that he doesn't even recognize what he did wrong. A half-assed "I'm sorry, for everything," doesn't acknowledge what he did. How about you actually list everything you know you did wrong and apologize for every single one of them? That would show actual remorse.

That indicates that the only reason he's saying those things was to get Charlie in his good graces, not actually stating his remorse for those actions.

And I'm glad Charlie did not forgive him. It was a very powerful scene that went against the grain in similar plotlines where the perpetrator is forgiven for their deplorable actions.

Ben just wanted to have someone as his personal marionette, if that makes sense, and it really grosses me out, which is why people who defend Ben make me angry. You're defending a disgusting human being who deserved everything that came to him.

In the end, he pushed everyone around him away and he will continue to do so, and either learn to be better (which I find unlikely, based on the rainbow wave), or die alone.

This sentiment has been talked about a lot before, so I'm not expecting a revolutionary idea coming from this, but I just wanted to get this off my chest because I saw comments defending Ben and I wanted to rant for a second.

#nick and charlie #nick nelson #charlie spring #ben hope #heartstopper #heartstopper tv #imogen heaney #heartstopper spoilers #mini rant #rant post

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bunbeeplays · 3 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 145 - New Year, New Problems, Part 2

The only thing Paisley needed help with upstairs was having an argument. Hard to do that alone.

Paisley: Why would you treat me like I'm stupid in front of all your friends?

Juan: I wouldn't really call those two friends.

Paisley: Well you still shouldn't talk to me like that!

Juan: Talk to you like what? I really didn't think you'd get it!

Paisley: I'm a GENIUS, Juan, I think I'd get the gist of your corporate hoopla. What advantage do you get from making your own wife look stupid?

Paisley: I worked hard to throw this party together and it really hurt my feelings that you would brush me off like that. I'm trying really hard to make things work but it just feels like you're annoyed by me.

Juan: My job is stressful, mi amor. I'm sorry if you took offense-

Paisley: No! That is NOT an apology!

Whoa, since when does Paisley yell at him? This is new.

Paisley: I know you get stressed and I cut you a lot of slack, but you were rude down there. I changed my entire life when I married you, the least you could do is be nice to me!

Juan: Oh, you thought it was really nice when I bought your parents that loft, didn't you? You didn't even ask but I did it!

Is he really going to hold that over her head right now?

Juan: And it was really nice when I bought you all that Joliebean CC!

Paisley: No! You don't get to throw money in my face and then be as mean as you want to me. That's not love, it's manipulation!

My girl Paisley has HAD it!

Paisley: You might have been able to take advantage of me before but not anymore!

Paisley: You are DONE treating me like a child. I might be younger than you, but I'm still an adult, and I can make my own decisions. To start, I'm NOT becoming a singer so YOU can make money off of me. You pressured me into it, but not anymore.

Paisley: I'm going to college, and I'm getting my medical degree, even if it means I have to go back to waitressing at the Stargazer Lounge to fund it. I love you and your kids, but I don't like what you've become. You're not my father, or my boss, you're my husband. Act like it!

Juan: I… Didn't know you felt that way.

Paisley: That's because you never ask what I want or how I feel about things, and I've had it! I've tried so hard to make this marriage work, but I need you to put in some effort too. Money can't solve everything.

It can't?

Juan dwells on this. Paisley has really made an effort to bond with his children. Even Trent's warmed up to her.

Having his wife working a waitressing job would be a bad look. He supposes he can throw her a bone.

Juan: Ay. I understand. I support your decision to go to school.

Juan: And, this is not me throwing money at a problem, but I will cover the tuition. Consider it an investment.

Paisley can't believe it, she stood up to Juan and he actually listened! She's going to finally accomplish her dream of going to college!

While all that's going down, Ophelia is really feeling accomplished. Being recognized for her hard work is amazing, but passing on those skills for a new generation of musicians is really something.

Ophelia has officially completed the Musical Genuis aspiration!

It's a party, so it can't be all work. Ophelia and Trent decide to call it for the evening and catch up.

Trent: Things between me and Paisley have been pretty good. She comes off ditzy but she's actually really smart. My grades have improved a lot since she started tutoring me.

Ophelia: I'm glad to hear things have been better between you two.

Trent: Yeah. I guess I thought she was just using my dad, but she's actually pretty cool… The twins love her too, it's nice for them to have another girl around. They were just infants when Mom left.

Trent: With how busy Dad is, it was always me, Claudia and Marina, and I love them to bits, but having someone else to help with the girls really takes the pressure off, y'know?

Poor kid, having to take on a parental role. He does seem like he has less weight on his shoulders.

Time for nectar and gossip! Ophelia could hear shouting but didn't know what it was about, so Paisley spills the beans.

Ophelia: Good for you, standing up for yourself!

While she doesn't think this marriage is the best, she admires Paisley for trying so hard to make it work.

It's time for the New Years Countdown. Sha shooby!

Happy New Years! Lots of hugs for everyone!

Ophelia hugs Jaden and goes over to hug her daughter but she has a big question to ask.

Gemma: Mom, Claudia said we can come to her family's ranch house during spring break to meet her horse! Can we, please?

She did promise Gemma she'd get to ride a horse when she's old enough. This seems like a good opportunity, plus it's nice she's making better friends with the Esposito girls.

Ophelia: Of course, muffin. That sounds like a lot of fun.

Gemma: Thank you, thank you!

Gemma leans in to whisper to her mom.

Gemma: Don't tell Daddy, but you're totally my favorite!

Ophelia: You don't need to have a favorite, honey. Daddy and I both love and support you.

That's what she says, but internally she's feeling very smug. Take THAT, Xander!

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #paisley #juan #trent #ophelia #gemma #jaden #marina #claudia

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kissorkill16 · 5 months ago

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I Just Didn't Want To Remember: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Maritza didn't forget, she just didn't want to remember.

Maritza didn't know how, but when she opened her eyes, she was wearing the ugly pink dress with flowers on it.

She wore it once, to Lucy's funeral.

She'd once told her mother that pink isn't suitable for someone's death, but it was the only formal thing she had, and her mother didn't want her showing up in a T-shirt and jeans like always.

When Maritza looked around, she noticed that she was up top of a high building.

"What the hell?"

How did she get up here? She didn't remember climbing up anywhere. Did she sleepwalk?

She caught something in the corner of her eye. She stopped looking around and saw two little girls, sitting at the edge of a loose wooden plank.

She immediately recognized those girls.

Lucy and Mya.

Maritza gently walked to them, careful not to trip off the edge. When she got to them, she tapped on Lucy's shoulder.

"Lucy.", she said. "It's me. Maritza."

The brown haired girl turned to look at her, and she had the most emotionless expression known to mankind. She looked back at her shoes, not saying a word.

Mya looked up to see her friend, and she scooted over to make room for Maritza. Maritza sat down in the middle of her two friends.

The three girls sat in uncomfortable silence, and Maritza wanted to say anything to get out of it.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?", she asked.

Lucy nodded, "Yes.", she said. "Yes it has, Maritza."

"We're glad to see you're doing good. Your cast is off and you're back out on the soccer field.", said Mya. Maritza looked at her in surprise. "How'd you know I wore a cast?"

"Even in death, I still keep an eye on my friends."

Maritza's eyes widened when she heard that.

Mya was dead?

Along with Lucy.

But if she was dead, did that mean Aaron was dead too?

No wonder they haven't found either of the Peterson children.

"Mya, I -"

Suddenly, she felt Lucy's hand on hers. She looked at her, but Lucy still wasn't looking at her. "You're a terrible friend.", she said.

"Lucy -"

"I thought you were one of my best friends, but you're just a sad, shallow little person. Not a week after my death, you act like I never existed. You didn't even care that Mya hadn't come back to school, because you hadn't seen her in weeks. She's dead because of her brute for a brother, and you never knew, because you just forgot about us like you never even knew us. You even stopped wearing the bracelet."

Maritza felt her eyes fill with tears, and out of nowhere, she started to cry. Mya took her hand and buried her face in her shoulder.

Somehow, she knew that Maritza didn't mean to forget about them. She knew she still loved them. Why else would she be crying after Lucy said that.

After Maritza managed to compose herself, she wiped her face and said something Lucy didn't expect.

"I'm sorry, Lucy. I'm so sorry.", she said. "I didn't forget about you guys, I just didn't want to remember. I stopped wearing the bracelet, because all it was to me was a reminder that you guys were never coming back."

Lucy looked at her, not believing her one bit. "What about Nicky?"

Maritza furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"I felt like Nicky was the only one who cared about me when I died. He was the only one at my funeral, besides my parents who cried their eyes out. He wasn't afraid to show his feelings for me, so why were you?"

Mya looked at Maritza too, and she had to admit, Lucy did have a good point.

"Nicky was the only one who actually cared and actually tried to save me and Aaron from my crazy dad. He went through so much trying to find us, and he spent a whole month in the basement playing games with us. And you had the nerve to say that nothing happened to him."

Maritza stood up, walking away from the edge of the plank.

"I do care about Nicky.", she said. "And if you guys were really keeping an eye on your friends, you'd know that all of my dumb behavior was just a stupid little facade that I put on because I was too ashamed to show my feelings. I tried to not get attached to Nicky, because I was afraid he was going to disappear too. But even when I did that, he still got himself kidnapped. I hated myself for not being there for him more, for not being a real friend, for saying nothing happened to him when so much fucked up shit did. I know nothing I can say can change your mind, but I just want to let you know that I do care."

As she walked away, she felt two hands latch onto her elbows and pull her back. She felt the hands pull her into a hug.

A hug...

Lucy and Mya were hugging her.

"I know it hurts.", said Lucy, "Stop repressing your feelings, because you're only making your grief worse for yourself."

"We love you, Maritza. We love you so much, even if you hurt Nicky with your words. You can still make it up to him, I know you can.", said Mya.

Maritza felt herself crying again, and she wrapped her arms around her friends' shoulders, hugging them back. "I love you guys so much.", she said, her voice trembling.

Lucy smiled, "If you really want to make it up to us, put your bracelet back on."

Maritza nodded.

Maritza woke up, and the first thing she felt was something wet on her face. She realized that she'd been crying in her sleep.

"So that was all just a dream?", she asked herself.

She shook her head and got up from her bed, walking over to her drawer. She opened it and took out a shiny, gold bracelet.

The Golden Apple charm bracelet that she matched with Lucy and Mya.

She put it on.

"Maritza!", she heard Enzo call out to her, "Mom says breakfast is ready."

Maritza walked out of her bedroom and to the kitchen, feeling like a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #maritza esposito #mya peterson #lucy yi #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic #my art #drawing #angst #hurt/comfort #enzo esposito

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