#idk I’m just trying something

[ozimagines]

Ok so y’all have officially broken my brain. Now the Y/N character is a part of us all. So in this fic, we’re the new Oz GED teacher that McManus hired. We’re obviously very hot (like irl 😘) and our particular victim in this fanfic will be Chico, because god knows we all love that beautiful idiot.

Hot for Teacher ch.1

“Well, I think that about wraps up all of the standard interview questions.” McManus said, closing his files before him. You sit still and watch, nervous about this job interview. You’d wanted to work in Em City since its conception. It was something you really believed in; rehabilitation. A chance to be better than yourself.

“I guess I have one last question and we’ll give you all call about our verdict. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely.”

“Why Em City specifically?” He leans back in his chair, awaiting your response. You think for a second.

“Because they’re people. And I want to treat them like people. If people can’t change or be better, then what are any of us doing, right? You have to believe people can change. You have to or there’s nothing left.” You think it sounds a little lame and after school special-y but McManus is moved. He believed that too once, with his whole heart and more.

“Welcome to Emerald City, Y/N.”

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You arrange your classroom perfectly. The desks are in a circular formation to allow open ended discussion. Your blackboard is cleaned and Welcome to Class is written on it in your best cursive. You even have a goddam. Fish-tank in the corner. Its perfect. You know it is.

You sit there for your first day of class. You wait. And wait. And wait. No one shows.

It’s disheartening to say the least. You’d had so many plans and so many fun exercises for them. You can’t lie, you were hurt. You knew these prisoners had no obligation towards you, but it still felt like a punch in the gut.

You gather up your belongings sadly, and make your way out of the class. It wasn’t until you smelled something that you stopped. It was exactly what you needed today.

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“Fold.” Chico grimaced. Carlo tried his best to hide the smile on his face, but he was wiping the floor with Guerra in their game of Hold ‘Em, and he let it show for a second. Chico noticed.

“Fuck you, mama’s boy.” He growled but Carlo took no offense, he just laughed. Chico was always a sore loser. They were in one of the side rooms. Study pods McManus called them, but Chico, Carlo, Carlos, and Jorge were using it to get high. Carlos’ friend scored some flower in unit B, and was able to move ten grams of that sweet skunky goodness for them today. It wasn’t heroin by any means, but that mellow high just cooled Chico’s fiery brain.

Carlos passed him the roach. Chico took a strong hit, closing his eyes afterwards and releasing the smoke from his lips like an ooze.

Suddenly the door to the pod creaked open, and the boys let out a series of curses. They could dispose of the weed no problem, but they’d been hotboxing the pod for the past hour. Carlo looked guilty immediately while trying not to. Jorge and Chico both blew their smoke away and looked nonchalant. Carlos got into a fighting stance.

When you entered, they were simultaneously relieved it wasn’t Metzger or Howell or Lopresti, but you were still a hack in their eyes.

“Evening, officer.” Chico chided, having established himself as top dog in the group.

“Hi, gentlemen.” You greet them sheepishly and take a few steps in. They stiffen. You notice. “Couldn’t help but notice you didn’t come to class today. I think you might really-“

“Save it, toots. We’re not coming.” Carlos answered sharply, taking a step towards you. You give a sheepish smile and nod.

“Okay. That’s fair. Look,” you check over your shoulder that Murphy or McManus are nowhere around. “I can smell everything from outside and I know you’re holding.”

Carlos took another menacing step forward and Chico narrowed his eyes. You had to tread carefully.

“Prove-“ Jorge begins to say before you cut him off.

“I’m not gonna report you. I’ve had a bad day and I’d like a hit or two.” You answer honestly and the guys exchange looks of wild confusion. “In return, I have some perfume/cologne that could help you guys not get caught.”

All three men looked at Chico for a verdict. This was fuckin wild. A hack wanting to share drugs? And not a crooked one from what they could glean. Chico studied you for a second, really taking you in. He’d been attracted to you immediately, but he had a rule against bedding the hacks. This, however was interesting. He looked deeply at you; not sensing a single dishonesty in your eyes.

“Es tu decisión, hermano.” Carlos remarked at him.

(Your call, brother.)

Chico was absolutely tantalized. He risked everything, unsheathing the rest of the spliff they just made, lit the end in his mouth for you, and handed it over, eyes wild and daring you to take it. You do, easily. You just wanted to forget today. You take a hit and feel the calm rush over you almost immediately. You sigh calmly.

“May I sit down?” You ask, politely. The guys seem confused but Jorge slides a chair over to you at Chico’s look of approval. You take another hit, really letting this one marinate in your brain. Chico smiled against his better judgement. Sharing is caring, after all. “How’s your sister’s new job, Carlo?”

Carlo was surprised you’d even known about that but he responded that she was doing well and still visited him once a month when she could. You nod and tell him that’s good.

“I’d just like to ask -damn, that’s some good shit- I’d like to ask something and then I’ll drop the subject entirely.” You pass the spliff to Chico, and he accepts it graciously. “Is there anything, anything at all that would make you guys come to class? I don’t mind making changes to make it more enjoyable.”

“You could teach it naked.” Carlos suggested meanly, hoping to frighten you. It didn’t work. You just smiled a little and giggled, mind working all the way.

“Would you come to class if I did?” You ask honestly, still smiling that goofy smile of yours. Chico barked a laugh. You had balls, he’d give you that.

“Would you?” Jorge asked incredulously. You shake your head.

“I’d never get it approved.” You laugh, trying to imagine the look on McManus’ face when you pitched that idea. “But I refuse to believe there isn’t a compromise to be made here. Just let me think on it, okay? Just let me think.”

“You do that, chula/o/x.” Chico remarked, smirking unkindly at you. You stare at him, taking him all in. He was handsome in that 90s cholo way. Suave. Kinda goofy too; you’d seen him causing trouble around Em City. You’d read his file. The file didn’t mention how nice his eyes were though. How deep and intense and full of fire and sound and music. You smile, kindly, and his smirk disappears.

“What’s your favorite color, brown eyes?”

“Red.” He answered, quickly, not being able to wait for the reveal of what you had planned. You didn’t reveal it though. You just nodded, and smiled through the fog of smoke. It was Chico’s turn to take you in. He seemed to be looking straight through you. You didn’t make sense. You were kind and nonjudgmental but still a hack. You smoked weed, joked about going to class naked, and showed four criminals nothing but respect since you’d entered. It wasn’t the reception he’d often gotten.

You stand after a second and teeter. Chico holds a hand outward to steady you, but fuck if he knows why.

“If I can make a compromise will the four of you try to come to class?”

“Not a-“ Carlos started.

“Sure.” Chico answered, grinning a little Mona Lisa smile. Fuck him, he was intrigued. Deeply. You smile directly at him for a little too long. It made him uncomfortable how long you stared at him.

“Till tomorrow, gentlemen.” You go to leave and tap Carlo on his shoulder.

“Try to get pictures of the baby, I’d love to see them.”

Carlo nodded in affirmation, touched that you had made the effort to know him at all. You exit the pod, and the guys are silent for a second, just sitting and thinking. After a moment, Carlos spoke up.

“Yo… what the fuck was that?!”

Chico dissolved into hearty high laughter.

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The next day, the Latinos were gathered at a table, playing cards and discussing business. The guys were filling in Hernandez and Morales (they both exist here, shut up, the fact they didn’t have ONE scene together is CRIMINAL) about the events of the day prior.

“Wild shit.” Chico remarked after the story, still trying to figure out why you’d asked his favorite color.

“And he/she/they didn’t confiscate anything?”

“No.”

“Didn’t report anything?”

“We’ve yet to receive any punishment.”

“Didn’t-“

“No, no, it was all normal and weird at the same time.”

Some whistling was heard behind them, some cheers and whoops as well. The Latinos turned their heads to look, and what Chico saw almost stopped his heart.

You were standing there, dressed in a bright red satin dress/suit (idk what you feel more comfy in), tailored to your specific measurements. Sparkly pumps/dress shoes were seen under the hem. Your face was immaculate, your body even more so. You saunter up to them, a sly smile on your face.

“Well, gentlemen. How did I do?”

They were silent for a moment, checking the others’ faces to see if they were, in fact, seeing what the others were seeing.

“Just fine.” Chico breathed. “Just fine.”

You smile, staring at him like you two are the only people in the world. The guys pick up on that.

“Will you remember our deal-“

“We’ll be there.” Chico agreed, much to Carlos’ chagrin.

You turn away and walk to class, getting catcalled all the way. Chico stares but doesn’t say a word. He’s not thrilled about the idea of going to class, but seeing you shake your little ass while bending over your desk… this he’s got to see.

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[loserboysandlithium]

18+ hoes

Eddie’s hand is clamped down on your mouth firmly as he pounds into your soaked pussy. Not only is Uncle Wayne home but his entire college D&D party is seated outside in the small living room waiting for Eddie to join them.

Eddie knew they were coming but he couldn’t stop. Not once the two of you had started. What was supposed to be a quickie before his campaign night was now coming up on an hour.

Your moans are muffled by his large hand as you struggle to keep your eyes open. You want to watch him. You love seeing his face as he loses himself completely. Fucking into you like an animal. His brown eyes half lidded, drunken mumbles of praise falling from his lips, the sound of your slick coating his cock every time he enters you.

“So fuckin good. Feels so fuckin good.” he murmurs, slowing down his thrusts. He looks down, watching as he pulls his long cock out, glistening with your cum. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you with a force so rough you scream into his hand.

Eddie chuckles darkly as nothing but a squeak escapes through his fingers. “Gotta be quiet, princess. We’ve got company.” he teases cruelly before he’s back at it. Shoving his cock deep inside, making your eyes roll. He loves every second of making you lose your mind beneath him.

You struggle to speak, mumbling a single word against his palm multiple times before he finally removes his hand.

“Harder.” you finally breathe out and Eddie’s eyes darken as a beautiful smirk appears on his lips.

“I fucking love you.” he moans before fucking into you with every ounce of strength he has.

[justaz]

*merlins magic gets exposed in front of the knights*

merlin, magic user: oh fuck

arthur, finally taking this opportunity to pretend as if he just found out merlin has magic after agonizing for the past month on how to bring it up: you have magic?

lancelot, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic: no! i have magic

gwaine, merlin defender, already knew of merlin’s magic, lover of chaos, ride or die: no, i have magic!

mordred, desperate for his hero’s approval bc no matter what he’s done emrys just stares at him with distrust and the poor boy is tired and so close to tears: no…i have magic.

percival, raised by druids and bonded strongly with mordred over that and does Not agree with the persecution of magic in camelot, had an inkling that merlin had magic but no proof: no. i have magic.

*leon and elyan exchange a look, elyan, amused and leon, exhausted, elyan shrugs*

elyan, knows how much gwen adores merlin and completely understands her stance bc merlin…is merlin, down to clown and put on a show, really playing up the dramatics: no! i have magic.

leon, exhausted, has known of merlin’s magic since he stepped foot in camelot, knows of his feelings for arthur and arthur’s feelings for him, knows arthur knows of merlin’s magic and wouldn’t harm him, thinks everyone is being absolutely ridiculous:

*the knights stare hard at leon and even merlin looks slightly offended at leon not jumping to his defense with the rest of the knights, arthur hasn’t said anything and is staring at leon expectantly*

leon, sighing: …no. i have magic.

[adhdandcomics]

perhaps the most important question i’ve ever asked:

does anyone have tips for people trying to stop being chronically late to everything in the world that aren’t weirdly judgmental and aggressive or flat out lies

[vaperarmand]

idk it’s just like. you do have to wonder if she changed his mind a little. if he thought about it. if he ever thought, if even just for a moment, that maybe he could be what daniel needed to survive.

[vomittedsoap]

Ditched Irving sketch that doesn’t fit what I’m trying to do

[doctorsiren]

he’s mad she ratted him out

[raiiny-bay]

some WIPs from the 80s AU i never finished

[darkcircles4lyfe]

I've given it some thought--

Now, if you've read any of my posts and you've read 430, you know there are a lot of ways it falls short of what I wanted. On the other hand, I can respect an open ending, one where we are allowed and encouraged to dream. All things considered, I'm not satisfied or disappointed, but a secret third thing... bear with me.

For a lot of storylines, I can fill in the blanks how I want.

I'm heartbroken over Himiko's fate, but there's no denying that the lack of camera footage leaves open the possibility of her simply disappearing. Perhaps she is waiting in hiding for the world to change, just like Lady Nagant.

Dr. Yoshida is described as someone who can cure the incurable. That may be referring to Katsuki, but the doctor himself said it's a complete mystery how he survived, all Katsuki's own doing. Maybe he cured someone else in those 8 years... someone like Touya?

Honestly I got nothing on Tenko but who knows. Who knows! Something something OFA connection. Izuku having vestige visions. Idk.

As for the manner in which society is changing, I'm drawn to Shouji's speech: "I'm dedicating the honor to those who joined the uprising eight years ago. All I've done is stand atop the resolve that they demonstrated to the world, nothing more." That at least tells me his earlier judgment of the other heteromorphs "setting them back" was a narrow point of view Shouji was supposed to grow out of, rather than a way of Horikoshi trying to criticize revolutionaries. In general, just because a character says something doesn't mean we're supposed to take it as gospel. That's lit crit 101, people.

Then there's Izuku. Once again I am feeling this pretty close to home. I keep coming back to the fact that the class is 24/25 now and I'm 25, man. On top of that, anyone else who was 14/15 ten years ago when the manga started gets to feel like we've all grown up together. I wanted catharsis for Izuku's trauma so badly. I wanted words. But I can't deny that the way Izuku is shown attempting to make the best of things and be content with a humbler life resonates with me, as painful as it is, as much as I know deep down he's kidding himself. It doesn't surprise me that he kept his walls up all this time and continued to shun his "selfishness."

I almost feel like there's an all-encompassing narrative theme being expressed here, in the fact that Izuku was trying to push past his pain and focus on the next generation, but surprise, his story's not over yet. I think the implied message there is that more can be done in the here and now, and maybe other stories that seem to be over, aren't.

With these things in mind, I can take the ending in stride, even if this is all the more we get from Horikoshi. However. There's one thing that is jolting me out of my peace every time I start to get comfortable here. It's actually related to the storyline that got the most closure.

I've seen a lot of fellow bkdk enjoyers calling their conclusion the best part of the ending, and I agree with that. They got a truly full circle moment, and a way of communicating to the reader that they're together, they have their forever, in a way that is personal to them. It's not "canon" in the way a kiss or a confession is, but I've said it before--this makes sense for them. And Horikoshi also did something legitimately interesting and groundbreaking by not making Ochako confess, not showing her future being tied to the main character as a love interest.

No, the thing that's bugging me is a seemingly small detail: why does Izuku and Katsuki holding hands at the end, of all things, have to be implied? Lots of things about 430 make sense in the context of the interview Horikoshi recently gave where he expressed being content with what he has drawn, and what he has left to the imagination. But not this. You can't convince me he didn't want to draw this. It's a motherfucking story about hands. This is the one thing I was 110% certain would happen. It's been teased for forever. Katsuki clearly wanted it so bad. So many other characters got to hold Izuku's hand in-frame. What the hell. Why.

Idk. I will be thinking about it for the foreseeable future.

[tempestmothstorm]

crazy how the sanshee plush is one of the few actual direct confirmations on what a non-act 2 Natsuki’s home life is like because of how cagey she is on literally everything. Like this isn’t anything surprising or something you wouldn’t be able to extrapolate from the games but unlike everything else we know about her the implications are right there on the tin.

They literally did the character bio trope where where all the likes are normal but the dislikes are about their very specific trauma it’s just so funny they did that on the plushie card

[wasabi-gumdrop]

dunmeshi modern labru au where Kabru wants to try fromsoft games to understand why they’re so popular.

he gives elden ring a shot and surprise he gets fucking rolled. can’t get past tree sentinel, tries to fight Margit at level 15, put all his stats in intelligence and not enough dex, hasn’t even found a proper staff, picked warrior as his starting class.

he’s ready to uninstall but he paid full price for this game, he’s at least gonna defeat one boss goddammit. so he tries summoning players for aid and just his luck, he summons cooperator WolfChimeraWyvern.

and this cooperator is SO GOOD, he solos Margit without getting hit, and Kabru is just. in awe. so he adds him as a friend.

and that’s how he meets Laios, expert on all things fromsoft (has literally read every item description, knows the most obscure lore by heart, don’t ask him how many hours he’s played, he has all the platinums)

[thecryptidbard]

ALSO can we talk about Hetty’s reaction after Flower tells her “You’re a good friend”???

Think about where she was at this point last year—having also just revealed a massive secret, one that almost irrevocably ruined one of her oldest friendships. She’d admitted in Ghost Court that friends were not something she’d ever had in life—something she hasalso just reiterated moments ago to Sam and Isaac, that one of the reasons she felt so trapped and alone and without options at the end of her life was because she had no friends.

Think about how far we’ve seen her come; in season one, it’s huge growth for her that after Jay’s possession, she admits to the other ghosts that she missed them. Or season two, how in a very un-Hetty move she’s willing to swallow her pride and apologize to Nigel (even though she’s sure she isn’t in the wrong!) for the sake of saving her friendship with Isaac. Or even earlier this season, how closely she’s clinging to Alberta in so many of the episodes, because she’s so grateful she got her friend back after being so close to losing her that she doesn’t even want to be physically separated from her.

And then now, she’s just once again revealed a secret she’s kept for well over a hundred years, in order to save Flower. She’s kept this part of herself from everyone for so long, and the very second she sees that Flower is securely out of the hole, she turns her back to everyone to gather herself and then bolts.

Isaac and Sam make her see that, yes objectively she has people here for her now like she never had in life, but Flower coming in and thanking her is when she actually gets to see and experience the reality of how different her existence is now. “You’re a good friend,” she says, and it might be the first time someone has ever said that to her. And Hetty just looks up at Flower so surprised in that moment, and so heartbreakingly hopeful, because I genuinely think that until right then, she really hadn’t considered it like that before; she just knew that Flower was in trouble and that she had to help her whatever the personal cost, because not saving her wasn’t even an option.

So much of the ghosts’ relationships, especially early on, were transactional, and, especially in Hetty’s case, built around enforcing particular power dynamics: accruing a wealth of back rubs, extorting Pete’s TV time before signing Elias’s contract, or any of the countless occasions she brought up her status as ‘lady of the house’. So the fact that she makes this sacrifice that feels like a loss of power to her is in and of itself big; but Flower acknowledging that, and making sure Hetty herself sees it too, by calling her a good friend—it’s a whole different level of meaningful.

She doesn’t just thank Hetty. She makes sure that she sees what her actions mean to her. And Hetty is so taken aback by it, because Flower saying this to her and meaning it is a gift she was absolutely unprepared for; a “good friend” is not something Hetty has ever known herself to be, up until now. But she very badly wants for it to be true.

[bitchslapblastoids]

sun hasn’t even risen yet and I’m feeling so emotional about how Dan is living proof that growth takes time but is so worth it and sometimes you don’t work through the hard stuff until you’re well into adulthood bc just getting by took enough energy and you simply didnt have the tools yet and we now know that things got so dark for him and im sure the darkness will come again bc that’s how these things go but now he’s smiling with his crows feet and laugh lines and silly clothes bc now he can love his body enough to put it in silly outfits before going out into the world and he’s goofy and playful and in love and idk guys life can be so defeating and it sure was for him at times but here he is this gleaming imperfect beautiful example of work and growth and acceptance and self love

[moraent-keys]

Seeing other aroace people who ship Radioapple is the best

It’s like, no matter which way you ship it, you get it. Like some deeper sense of understanding we all have?? Does that make sense?

[i-may-be-an-emu]

“Do it bad” - heard it before, I’m gonna be upset at the bad job I’m doing, if I’m doing it bad then I won’t be putting effort in (but still good advice and very helpful!!!)

“Do it silly” - new, exiting, and doing something in cosplay, elf ears, or a fun, silly or stupid hat or accessory or outfit or whatever is FUN!!!

Happy your way out of executive dysfunction! Or even better, do it because you’re wearing elf ears and an elf wouldn’t just give up so what choice do you have.