#if this is a rights thing i swearrrrr

[kateis-cakeis]

narrows eyes at bbc iplayer why does bbc merlin say available for 11 months instead of for over a year,,,, is it really gonna disappear again in a year??

[broke-on-books]

Was gonna post this on the ig spam I never use but decided that joke was too bad for ppl irl so uh. Here you go.

[sknyuz]

70√3? | j.w.w.

synopsis: you’re failing math and somehow got stuck being tutored after school with jeon wonwoo—the quiet, sharp, charming, but not overbearing, top student—as your tutor. you thought numbers were your enemy. turns out it’s something else entirely... like his sleeves. or that one smile. or maybe the way he looks at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

pairing: jeon wonwoo x reader

genre: highschool au, fluff, academic rivals (but it's y/n vs math), a little open-ended and very soft !!

wc: ~750

a/n: i definitely don't miss wonwoo hence me writing this i swearrrrr hahahahhahahahaha (my husband is in the military) the title is also just me playing with a calculator in third grade. the writer's block is crazy.

“how are you hanging in there?” wonwoo asks, his voice low and even, like he wasn’t judging you at all for being on the same equation for the past seventeen minutes.

you groan, slumping your head against the library table. “i swear i paid attention in class. but the moment letters start mixing with numbers, my brain just... exits the room.”

he lets out a quiet chuckle, “your brain needs to chill.” poking the top of your head with the blunt tip of his pencil lightly.

you raise your head just enough to glare at him from under your lashes. “you need to chill. i’ve never seen anyone highlight so neatly.”

wonwoo shrugs, the corners of his lips twitching. “if you did the math, you'd figure out it comes with being class rank one.” he tuts, raising his index finger to form the number '1'.

“show-off.”

“i’m literally staying after classes to help you pass.” he drones.

you purse your lips, but the smile slips through anyway. truthfully, you didn’t mind the tutoring sessions. wonwoo was easy to be around. calm. quiet. had a weird habit of fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves when he explained things, and sometimes his voice would drop so low you’d have to lean closer to hear.

which maybe wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

“okay,” he says, tapping his pen gently against your notebook, “let’s try this again. pretend x is your crush—what would you do to isolate him?”

you blink at him, deadpan. “wonwoo.”

“what? make math personal.” he shrugs, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. of course.

“are you seriously making this a metaphor about my love life?”

he smirks, not looking up from the problem he’s scribbling out, adjusting his glasses on the tip of his nose bridge. “do you have one?” the reflection of his glasses glint.

you shove him lightly, but your face feels warm. you shrug off your flustered state, focusing back on your paper.

aaaaand maybe hisvoicethatguidesyouthroughit.

the library’s nearly empty now, just the two of you and the sound of pages turning and pens scratching paper. the sun’s already dipped low, casting golden shadows through the tall windows. you glance at your watch. 5:47PM. you should probably pack up.

“hey,” he says suddenly, voice softer now, “you got this one and this one right.” pointing to two different problems on the sheet of paper.

you blink. “really?” completely unaware of how you managed to finish off all the problems provided by your math professor within an hour. maybe three without wonwoo, but a win's a win.

wonwoo nods, then looks at you—really looks at you this time. “yeah. you just needed someone patient.”

you hold his gaze, surprised by how serious he sounds. and for a second, something shifts. just a little.

a silence stretches between you, but not an uncomfortable one. the kind that hums with something unspoken. maybe you’re imagining it. maybe not.

he clears his throat and starts gathering his things. “same time next week?”

you nod. “yeah. same time.”

as you walk out of the library together, your arms barely brushing, you wonder if x is still something you're looking for in your life—or if x wears glasses and a blue blazer.

a/n: hopefully the ending line is not too cringey, i hate math and im a cs major 😓☝️ the hot babes in stem that get it, get it !!

[pboogerswbb]

SO IT GOES - chapter 11

Paige Bueckers x oc Warnings: language, sexual content (smut), uhh badly proofread Wordcount: 7.7K A/C: hii i know i know i promised this yesterday but i nearly had a panic attack so i couldn't, my bad. i'm good now! please enjoy this before paige's last game at XL :((

-

Before London

“So as everyone can see, here we have a list of statistics showing the viewership per video and definitely can see an increase from last year, content with Paige seems to do extremely well like we…”

Linda’s voice blends into the background sounds of cutlery and plates and chatter filling the dining hall. For some reason my boss thought an impromptu media team meeting was in order and showed up to College Park Center unannounced. She wanted to catch up on what sort of content attracted most viewership, and to evaluate what worked and what didn’t. I couldn’t have cared less - all I knew is I was doing a good job, fantastic even. I’m not sure why I had to sit through something I already knew just to have Linda reiterate it to me. It wasn’t like me to be resistant to a meeting, or to praise from my superior but I was far too distracted.

My eyes involuntarily keep travelling to the table on the far right where Paige was sitting with her teammates, voice echoing around the walls of the building. A sound I fear I might never get tired of. The blonde is leaning back on her chair, chugging water, biceps more prominent than usual after spending all morning in the weight room. I knew this because she had driven me to work, despite having time off saying she needed to lift. I knew it wasn’t in her schedule as I had, almost accidentally, memorised it. Still there she had been, outside my door with a hazelnut latte, always somehow the perfect temperature whenever she brought me my coffee order. I hated when it was too hot.

As if sensing me, her blue eyes shift from Arike to me, locking with my gaze. Immediately I blush, trying to hide the smirk growing onto my face. But I can’t, so I cover my mouth with my hand to hide it from the team, particularly Linda, Paige’s mouth twisting into a bright smile in response. Yet we don’t break eye contact, keeping our eyes on each other.

Linda had been surprisingly credulous to my claims of a migraine when I missed work just a couple days ago. Since the night the blonde turned my entire world on its head. I hadn’t been able to think of anything ever since except the weight of her lips on my skin, her eager touch and starved eyes. I had been craving her every second since we drove back to Dallas. I needed more. As much as it pained me to admit.

With a grin on her face, Paige grabs her phone and types for a while, my screen lighting up with a notification.

Paige

Did i say how beautiful you look today yet

I blush, tapping underneath the table.

You did. A few times in the car.

Matter of fact she had been repeating it between sentences, and almost crashed the car twice because of how badly she had been staring.

Gotta tell you again

Takin my breath away all the way from over there

Finest girl I swearrrrr

I can’t help but smile.

You look like you’re breathing fine 🙄

I lift my gaze, seeing the blonde rubbing her chest and looking at her phone with a smirk.

Trust me ma

What Linda doin here?

Some sort of unnecessary meeting, I’m not sure why.

What time you getting off work?

I have a couple things to do after this but if you’re done you can go home, I’ll take a cab.

Fuck no i’ll wait

I could do some stretchin

You should join me

I let out a silent chuckle, shaking my head to myself.

Paige!!

What??? Would be good for those tense muscles yk

Could think of sum other stuff to relax you too 😏😏

With a scoff I glance at the blonde who’s already looking with a playful, devilish grin. I look at her scoldingly, watching as she raises her brows and bites her lower lip to kill the smile before pointing at her phone, showing me she wants me to reply.

Why do I have an idea of what that might be?

Yeah? 

“So what do you think Izara?” Linda asks, snapping me back to reality.

“Uhh… Of?” I murmur, placing my phone screen down onto the table, thighs burning with the memory of how good the blonde had made me feel just a few days before.

“Do you think we can reach our goal followers-wise or are we being too ambitious?”

I quickly pull myself together, though I’ve barely heard a word. “Certainly if we keep pumping out content every day.” I don’t actually even know what goal we’re talking about.

However, my answer satisfies Linda, her mouth twisting into a smile. “Excellent!”

“Excuse me,” I hum, getting up from the table to grab an extra bottle of water. Paige, who has been watching, does the same, unable to not take advantage of the opportunity to talk to me.

I feel a gentle bump on my arm, eyes immediately snapping to the girl who’s looking smug as I eye the bottles.

“Hey pretty girl,” she whispers, placing a hand on my lower back. I quickly glance back at the media team to make sure no one was looking. To my relief they’re all too busy leaning in to stare at Trey who’s showcasing our latest content on his phone.

“Hey you,” I reply, my voice soft, quiet so no one can hear. Paige stands behind me, eyes skimming the different bottles of drinks as if mulling over her decision on what to get. But I know better. She’s stalling to stay talking to me. We had barely had any time to spend alone, my mind too busy wrapped up with work, Paige spending every waking moment on the court trying to get her shot back.

“What are you doing tonight?” I ask, reaching over for the bottle and holding it in my hand. Paige thinks for a second, grabbing a bottle of gatorade. All I can do is stare at her hands, mesmerised. Perfect hands that made me feel so incredible.

“Uhh nothing, why?”

“I’m coming over.”

Paige’s ears turn red, as she clears her throat, the idea immediately getting the younger girl flustered.

“Y-Yeah okay Iz,” she whispers, voice trembling a little. The effect I have on the girl makes me smile. It pleased me to know I had so much power over her. Little did she know she held just as much power over me, I was just much better at hiding it. However, my cheeks turn a hint of pink thinking about the possibilities of what might happen once we get a moment alone.

“Okay Paige,” I smile, eyes stuck on her flushed face. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

-

Waiting a couple hours had turned out to be much harder than I had planned, the thought of Paige’s hands on my body enough to have me growing wet in a matter of minutes. I couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer to feel the younger girl on me. Paige had felt the same, which had led us to our current predicament, my back pushed against the door of the storage room, the girl kissing my neck feverishly as my hands roam her body. The door handle digs into my lower back painfully but I barely notice.

“Paige,” I whimper, but she silences me with a heated kiss, tongue slipping past my lips into my mouth. My kisses are needy, desperate, a quiet moan spilling out when Paige’s hand kneads my ass, my short skirt hiking up as she does.

“You’re so sexy ma,” the blonde groans, lips glistening as she pulls back to look at me. “Killing me in a skirt like that.”

“Wore it for you,” I tease. Paige melts, moaning just from my words.

My arms wrap around her shoulders as I pull her back into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss by her hair. The blonde groans, lifting my skirt to squeeze the bare skin underneath, eyes opening to see the purple silk panties I was wearing. I hadn’t been prepared for the first time we slept together the way I liked to be, but after a meeting with my wax lady and a vigorous exfoliation routine last night I was prepared for her, my skin silky and smooth all for her from my head to my toes.

“Look at that,” she whispers, pulling back enough to admire the underwear sitting against my golden skin. “Goddamn.”

“Want you,” I hum, looking at her with round, pleading eyes. Paige takes a deep breath through her nose, groaning as she throws her head back. I know I’m driving her insane.

“We can’t,” she mumbles, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. I’m taken back, slightly embarrassed. I never thought she’d reject me.

“Why not?”

Paige notices the surprise in my face, her blue eyes widening. “No, I want to. So fucking bad, you got no idea baby,” she starts, looking me up and down.

“Then what’s the problem?” I ask, getting annoyed which in turn makes my brows furrow.

“Iz I can’t just keep sleeping with you,” she sighs. “You’re more than that. You deserve more.”

I shake my head, pulling Paige back in by her sweaty T-shirt. She kisses me softly, nuzzling her nose into mine.

“I don’t care. I want you,” I repeat, the ache between my thighs nearly unbearable.

“I care,” the girl whispers, resting her forehead on mine. “Need to take you out on a date before we… y’know.”

I’m surprised, my eyes fluttering open.

“Need to do this right Izzie,” she hums, kissing the top of my head. “Need to take you out before I do all the things I’ve been dying to do to you.”

I nearly collapse at her words, grateful for the strength of her grip on my hips.

“Oh,” I say, feeling the blonde pull my skirt back down hesitantly.

“Please, lemme treat you right ma,” she pleads, kissing both my cheeks softly. “Lemme take you out. Been dying to, ever since I saw you. Please.”

-

Taking a deep breath, I look at my reflection in the mirror once more. White shorts and a white oversized button up, both neatly pressed not a single wrinkle on them. I’ve really gotten tan here. I lean closer to add the signature diamond studs onto my ears, smoothing over the hair slicked back into a low bun. I check my nails one more time, making sure each one is short and filed up to my standards. No, not mine. Up to Izzie’s standards. I look good, I wanted everything to be perfect for her. For my gorgeous, perfect London girl.

I grab the huge bouquet of white lilies and head downstairs, toying with my silver chain as I knock on the door. I don’t remember the last time I had been nervous over a girl before Izzie. So much for my plans to stay celibate this season. Like clockwork, the door opens.

I feel breathless when I see her. She’s wearing a bronze coloured satin dress, the perfect contrast against her skin, with spaghetti straps and a slightly plunging neckline, her breasts on display just enough to make me wanna look for a little too long. The dress isn’t too tight, clinging to her curves in all the right places, the hem ending at her calves. Her skin glows from her arms decorated with gold bracelets, all the way down to her calves and feet, beautifully arched in matching sandals. Izzie looks stunning, glowing with the power of a hundred suns.

I let out a low whistle, unsure what to say. I feel flustered, nervous in front of her. It was as if I was seeing her for the first time all over again, two months ago in this same hallway. 

“Whoa,” is all I can say, my palms sweating already.

Izzie giggles and then she does something I’ll never get over. She simply tilts her head, sharp eyes sparkling at me, slender fingers reaching over and fixing the collar of my shirt. And my knees nearly buckle.

“We don’t need to go out,” I mutter, leaning down to kiss the girl. But she tuts softly, pulling back and placing two fingers on my chin to stop me sternly.

“Lipgloss,” she grins, pushing my face back by my jaw playfully. “And yes we do, took me three hours to get ready.”

I can see that, every strand of her black hair carefully set in uniform waves running down her back. All I can do is stare at her, mouth open.

“Paige?” Izzie giggles.

“What?” I ask, cheeks bright red.

“The flowers?”

I glance down at the bouquet in my hand, handing them to the girl. “Oh yeah, these are for you,” I laugh awkwardly, nearly unable to look the girl in the eye.

“I love lilies,” she gleams, inhaling their scent and humming contentedly.  

“I know, you told me,” I smile, stepping in as she turns her back on me to put the flowers in a vase. My eyes travel from her hair downwards to the curve of her ass just for a moment, fighting the urge to pull up the hem and dive between her legs. I quickly glance up, trying to keep myself in check. Date first. Be respectful.

“You remembered,” Izzie smiles to herself, setting the flowers onto her dining table. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”

The girl turns to me, throwing her hands around my shoulders and kissing me lovingly. 

“What about your lipgloss?” I mumble against her lips, one hand on her lower back, the other on her neck pulling her in.

“I’ll reapply,” she sighs. I loved the way she was, meticulous and disciplined. But my God did I adore the way she had loosened up around me, the way she seemed to have a newfound ease about her. How she arrived to work yesterday wearing pants and flats, giggling with her co-workers lightheartedly, the pearls of her laughter echoing around every room she entered. 

“Shit,” I pull back from the kiss with a struggle. “I got us a car baby, we should go.”

Iz whines in a way that pulls at my heartstrings, her brows furrowing in desperation, tracing her fingers up and down my arms, squeezing my biceps that had grown exponentially during my time in the league.

“You look so gorgeous,” Izzie hums, smoothing over my collar one last time, leaning close and pressing a kiss onto my collarbone. My eyes flutter shut momentarily.

“C’mon,” I sigh. “If we don’t go now we ain’t ever gon leave.”

-

“Paige,” I gasp as she opens the car door for me and I realise where we are. 

“What? You like?” The blonde grins, offering her hand to help me out and watching my face for approval. I step onto the pavement, wrapping my arm around hers as we walk into the building, the doorman letting us in with a polite smile. We step into the gorgeous, high-end restaurant, Paige smoothly letting the hostess know that we had arrived. 

I had mentioned Monarch countless times in conversation, brought up how the customer from Dallas that left an irrevocable mark on me made me swear to dine there at least once in my life. It was on the pricier side, and I’d grown used to a certain lifestyle which my current pay couldn't maintain so I had been burning through my savings - it simply wasn’t in the budget. Except now, with this millionaire girl on my arm I suppose it did. Truthfully, I would’ve been happy with less. But I won’t lie that she really hit the nail on the head with this one. I mean she listened. Remembering my brother’s name, my favourite flower, now this? She really listened to me. I didn’t know it could be like this.

“Paige,” is all I can mutter out with a happy sigh, my mouth twisting to a smile. Paige tugs at her silver chain absentmindedly, her eyes flickering around the room before always landing back on me.

I slide myself into the booth, Paige following behind me, making me laugh.

“Paige, your plate is on that side,” I giggle, pointing to the set cutlery opposite of me. 

“I’ll ask em to move it over here,” she mumbles, her arm snaking around my waist and pulling me close so my side presses into hers, the pressure of her thigh on mine.

“Isn’t that gonna look a little silly?” I chuckle, watching as Paige reaches over the table and moves her entire table arrangement next to mine. I blush, looking around hoping no one noticed. This was a nice place. I could tell it wasn’t the blonde’s scene. Something about that made this even more endearing. It was all for me.

“Ion care if it does, it’s too far from you,” she whines, entangling her fingers with mine underneath the table. My eyes land on her blue ones, her face only a few inches from me. Paige licks her lips, her gaze flickering to my lips. I feel a familiar ache between my thighs return just from the sheer proximity of the blonde, and the smell of her cologne.

“Wanna kiss you so bad right now,” she whispers, both our breathing growing heavy. I nod, wanting the same. But we both knew it was better not to. After Luka was traded out of Dallas Paige was one of the biggest athletes in the entire city. A household name easily. We weren’t just sneaking around behind Linda’s back, we had to keep this on the low from the whole world. It’s not like we had to talk about it - we both knew it.

“Gotta wait,” I hum, jumping slightly as the waiter interrupts the moment, looking to take our orders. Paige, in her American manner, orders multiple side dishes and salads for us to share, the table filled with Wagyu Carpaccio and Octopus. But the real star of the night is the lamb, which the customer made me swear to get if I ever ended up at Monarch.

“Oh my Gosh,” I groan quietly, letting the meat melt into my mouth. I smooth the napkin on my lap, the luxurious linen smooth underneath my palm. Taking a sip of my Merlot, I notice Paige beside me, cutting the gorgeous lamb into multiple bite-size pieces before putting the knife down and beginning to eat with the fork. I watch, astonished, amused and embarrassed at the same time.

“You are so American,” I laugh, swallowing the wine and covering my mouth. The younger girl turns to me, confused.

“Whatchu mean?” She giggles but I eye her plate, rolling my eyes.

“Can you not eat with a fork and a knife at the same time?” I ask, raising my brows. Paige huffs, though the small curl a the corner of her mouth tells me she’s basking in my slightly condescending tone, the scolding lilt of my voice.

“Guess you’ll have to teach me your fancy English ways huh?”

“Oh my Gosh,” I sigh amused.

“The fork is in the wrong handddd,” she complains, continuing to eat, fork on the right hand. I make a mental note to teach her table manners before she meets my parents. Then, realising that she never would, decide to stay quiet. This is just a fling, a summer romance at most. A rebound - it’s what I tell myself to ease the slight panic in my chest when I thought more about what the end of the season would bring, me going back home to London, leaving my American girl here. My one summer in Dallas, cruel and much too short. Just a few months is all we’d ever get. Against my nature, I try not to worry about it, hoving the anxiety to some deep, dark corner of my mind, under all the other things I didn’t want to deal with.

The moment I notice my glass is empty, the blonde is already reaching for the jug of water and pouring me some. I watch closely, heart fluttering with affection.

-

Dinner is amazing, a dream come true. The food, of course, delicious. But even better is the satisfied smile on the dark haired girl’s face. The way her eyes gleamed every time she looked at me. The sound of her sweet laughter whenever I did anything she redeemed “American”. The slightly condescending manner with which she corrected my table manners, praising me every time I did something right. Every cell in me wanted to please her. Hear more of her “good job” and “that’s it”. Feel the hand on my shoulder squeezing, affirming her words. I was ecstatic, even more so knowing that this was just the first of many dates. That I would get to take Izara out for years to come, hear her praises forever if I played my cards right. And I desperately wanted this to be forever. I know I was going way too fast. But I couldn’t help my mind from picturing her in a white dress, playing with our children, waiting for me at home after practice.

“I’m so full,” Izzie sighs, leaning back against the booth and rubbing up and down my arm affectionately. “You did so good with this darling.”

I melt, my eyes nearly rolling back at her praise, never mind the pet name.

“Lemme order you some dessert,” I nearly whine, my plate finished much earlier than Izara’s.

The girl leans over and checks the dessert menu, quickly skimming it over and scrunching her face.

“You too full baby?”

“Could we just go out and get some ice cream from a stand?” The girl asks, her green eyes fluttering at me. How could I ever say no?

“You sure? They got some nice dessert here. Fancy,” I ask, flipping the menu over in my hand. I wanted the girl to have whatever she wanted. I wanted to give her the entire world.

Izzie nods, placing her hand on my thigh. “Don’t want fancy, just want some ice cream.” I’m surprised, thinking the fancier the better. Maybe I was wrong.

-

The Dallas night is still as hot as the day, but there’s a pleasant breeze in place of the scorching sun from earlier. Izara looks even more beautiful in the glow of the city lights and under the twinkling night sky. I can’t tear my eyes away, nearly running into a pole from staring at her so much.

“Could I taste yours?” Izzie asks, handing me her chocolate ice cream cone. Wordlessly, without hesitation, I give her my strawberry cone, honestly ready to turn around and order five more of them for her.

I watch closely as Izara’s tongue darts out to taste the ice cream, a jolt running down my spine to my core, with dirty thoughts flooding my mind.

“Mmh, this is delicious,” she murmurs.

“Take it,” I say without hesitation. Izzie hums, accepting my offer quickly. Almost as if she expected it. Something about it drove me wild.

We walk around the city, hand in hand, easily blending in with the crowd, not worrying about familiar faces, making sure that with every turn I was walking on the street side, keeping her safe. I felt proud walking side by side with Izara, knowing that people walking by knew she was all mine. That I got a girl like this, far from my league. I wanted everyone to know that she’s mine - having to keep this hidden would turn out to be much harder than I imagined. Still, the idea of this being our little secret felt exciting.

The breeze and the ice cream cause goosebumps to form all over Izzie’s arms, a slight chill running through her. I curse myself in my head for not bringing a sweater, making a mental note to never go anywhere without one for her from now on.

“You ever miss London?” I ask, pulling her closer by her waist out of the way of someone walking by.

“No,” she quickly replies, surprisingly bluntly. I’m taken aback.

“Not at all?”

Izzie shakes her head. “Too many bad things in London.”

I immediately understand what she means. Jasper. At least the desperate phone calls had seemed to stop.

“You really don’t miss anything?”

The dark haired girl thinks for a while. “Well, I miss the chocolate. Nothing here tastes like Cadbury.”

We walk around, eager to finish the chocolate ice cream Iz ordered, but I slow down, trying to match the pace with which she’s eating out of politeness. My blue eyes roam her face, trying to memorise each little detail. Her dark, perfectly arched brows, long lashes darkened with mascara, plump lips with only a hint of the lipstick from earlier, fading from eating the ice cream. Her dark curls stick to her neck, desperate to escape the carefully shaped waves, golden necklace dangling at her collarbone. I reach over, my cold fingers making the girl jump when they adjust the clasp, dragging against her skin from the base of her neck to the back.

We come to a stop, Izara’s green eyes lined with black glimmering, her face turning different colors as ads flash red, blue, green on a screen by the sidewalk. The words spill from between my lips faster than I can think, let alone stop myself.

“I really like you Iz,” I murmur, looking into the girl’s eyes. “I mean, I think I’m fallin’ for you.”

Her breath hitches, eyes softening only for a moment, and then widening. With surprise? With panic? I’m not sure. I wouldn’t blame her. It wasn’t something you said on a first date. I wanted to smack the back of my own head for that. I quickly look up, in a momentary prayer hoping God would let me rewind just 20 seconds. But no one answers my request.

“Shit, I’m sorry if it’s too much. You don’t gotta say anything okay?” I tell Izzie, avoiding her gaze.

“It’s okay love,” she smiles, thumb brushing against my skin comfortingly. However, I see a hint of hesitation on her face. “But Paige I thi-”

“Look, let’s just forget I said that aight?” I ask, my chest aching, begging to God I didn’t just ruin this before it could even start.

“Paige,” Iz sighs, trying to comfort me. But I could tell she felt uneasy about something. “I think we just gotta remember that we need to be really careful about this, yeah?”

I sigh nodding. She’s right. “Yeah.”

“I mean the stakes aren't the same for you and me. If we get caught,” she starts, letting out a heavy breath. “I’ll be back in London in no time. You however would be completely fine.”

I nod, wanting the girl to know I was really hearing her out. “Gon be really careful okay?”

“No slip ups.”

“No ma’am,” I answer reassuringly.

“And you can’t tell anyone. Not a soul. Not Arike, not Lou, no one. They can’t know.”

“I agree,” I tell the girl. “Look, I meant what I said. Whatever you want me to be I’mma be.”

The girl smiles, for a moment I think there’s a hint of sadness there, but it’s gone just as fast as it appeared. “Today’s been… amazing.”

I bite my lower lip, hand coming to her lower back just for a moment. There was nothing in this world that felt as good as hearing her praise. Maybe winning the national championship. Top two things I’ve ever experienced.

“Wanted it to be special for you, Iz,” I hum, blushing a little. Just as she’s about to answer, her phone rings.

“It’s Trey,” she murmurs. Of course it is. I can’t help but roll my eyes, watching as she raises the phone to her ear and answers. That’s how we walk back to the car, the girl next to me talking animatedly on the phone about whatever, my irritation growing with each moment. I knew they were friends. But everytime she giggled or laughed at whatever the man on the phone was saying, my jaw clenched and breathing grew heavier.

“Okay, Trey I really must go. I’ll see you in a couple days,” Izzie, who had been trying to politely end the call, says. I hear Trey’s defiant protests all the way from the driver’s seat, making me want to grab the girl’s phone and hang up for her.

Iz laughs politely at whatever he said. “Treeyy, I’ll talk to you about this at work okay? Alright, bye now.”

Finally, she hangs up.

“I’m so sorry, I thought it might be about work but he was just calling to explain about some sort of couch he was considering getting,” Iz chuckles, finally turning her gaze to me.I feel my annoyance settle down the moment her eyes land on me. Having her attention just had the effect of soothing me. Still, it bothered me that the girl was so oblivious to Trey’s obsession with her. I sigh, chewing on the inside of my cheek. 

“What?” Izzie asks, noticing my irritation as we sit in the parked car.

“You know he likes you, right?”

Izara rolls her eyes. “Don’t start with that again.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not.”

I turn to her, raising my brows. “You prolly don’t see it but I do. He’s always calling or texting you, following you around or tryna touch you. All the time. He obsessed, trust.”

Izzie scoffs, turning to me. “I think you’re just reading into it too much.”

I shake my head. “He likes you.”

She looks like she's about to get defensive, but then her face softens. “Well, even if he does, I don’t care.”

“You don’t?” I ask, my voice growing needy.

“No darling,” she hums quietly, reaching over and placing her dainty hand on mine. “I couldn’t care less about Trey.”

My heart flutters, the warmth in my chest spreading all over my body, chills forming underneath her touch. All the frustration and annoyance that had been growing are replaced with affection now that I feel reassured

“Yeah?” I ask carefully, nearly flinching at how whiny it comes out.

Izzie smiles, leaning over the center console and kissing my cheek. I catch a whiff of the pear and lavender notes of her perfume, my head spinning.

“Yeah.”

I lean over too, my lips finally crashing against hers, both hands holding her face gently like a baby bird, doing everything in my power not to disrupt her. Her lips taste like strawberries, and a hint of red wine from dinner. The wine had loosened Izzie up, her body turning into putty in the passenger seat just from one kiss. 

Her hands wrap around my neck, scratching at the back of my neck to pull me impossibly closer. I groan, arousal growing quickly between my thighs. A passing car honks, reminding me of our surroundings and the fact that the windows were not tinted. At the sudden realisation, I pull back abruptly, wiping my lips. 

Izzie looks breathless, cheeks flushed and lips parted and glossy. 

You wanna come to mine, ma?” I ask, or rather plead. The thought of getting to bring her home after had been the only force to give me the strength to keep my hands to myself all night.

“Yes,” she simply exhales. I feel a thrill, pulling out of the parking lot and beginning to head towards our home, my hand never leaving her thigh, mind filled with the thoughts of lifting the skirt and diving into her.

-

My chest heaves as we climb the stairs, Izara’s heels tapping against the marble and echoing in the corridor. As I open the door, I let the dark-haired girl in, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

“Whoa,” she gasps. Stepping inside after her, I watch her face brighten as a trail of red rose petals on the floor leads all the way to the bedroom, just as I had set them before picking her up.

I step closer, pressing my front against her back, leaning down to kiss her neck as my hands find their position on her waist. I loved that even in heels she was a few inches shorter than me. Her body melts into me quickly, the curve of her ass pressing into my hips. The satin is smooth and cool under my fingertips, and her neck smells like her perfume and the fruity hair products she uses. Guava?

“You did this?” she asks, her voice gasping as my lips glide against her neck, feeling for her pulse under my kisses. 

Finally, I find the steady beating on the side of her long neck, my lips wrapping around it and sucking. Izzie exhales softly, her hands finding mine at her waist.

“Mhmm,” I hum, nuzzling my nose into her ear before kissing it feverishly. I needed her so desperately, like I had been travelling the desert for days and finally found an oasis filled with fresh water and sweet fruit and cool shade. I’m surprised I’m even able to stand upright.

“Oh so you knew I’d be coming over? That’s how you see me?” Her voice is stern, sending a jolt through my body. It makes me want to get on my knees and apologize, repent.

“N-No baby, I mean I was hopin’ but I didn’t assume. Iz, I swear I don-”

I’m joking, Paige,” she laughs, craning her neck to look into my face, an amused smile on her lips. My cheeks turn red as I laugh at myself.

I walk the girl forward, following the rose petals into the bedroom. They reach the bed, the white sheets decorated with the flower petals as well. Izara looks around, a smile on her face. I feel the ache between my thighs grow knowing I had made her happy.

Before I can say anything, she flips around to face me, kissing me heatedly. Her mouth is wide open against mine, tongue circling mine and fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Lemme light the candles,” I hiss, furrowing my brows and trying to pull away. But Izzie pulls me in by my collar, kissing me again.

“Fuck the candles,” she murmurs and, to my surprise, walks me backward into the bed.

I crash onto my back, Izzie pushing me down by my chest. “Let me dim the lights,” she says, but I grab her hand.

“Please don’t,” I whisper, my brows furrowing. “Wanna see you baby.”

She hesitates for a moment, but I grab her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing it gently. “Please.”

Izzie pulls her hand back, convinced by the simple gesture, and reaches behind her back to her zipper. She unzips the dress far too slow, driving me insane. I wanted her now. So I whine, furrowing my brows and squirming on the bed, but the girl only shakes her head, slipping one strap off her shoulder. I nearly pass out.

“Patience,” Iz tells me, her voice low and gravelly. I can’t look away, wetting my lips with my tongue as I watch the second strap fall from her shoulder, the dress finally hitting the floor.

“Oh shit,” I murmur to myself, my boxers growing wetter and wetter the moment I realise she wasn’t wearing a bra at all, her body only covered with black lace panties. My gaze is stuck on her chest though, her round breasts covered in goosebumps. Breathing heavy, I sit up, mouth watering to wrap my lips around her hard nipple, to knead the skin.

“Nuh uh,” Izzie snaps, pushing me back down onto my back. I feel a thrill, surprised to find how much this turned me on. I was so used to being the one in charge, I didn’t even know how insanely hot it would be for the dark haired girl to be giving me commands. Though, in hindsight, I probably should have known from the way my core throbbed everytime she demanded something from me.

“Iz,” I groan, watching as her nimble fingers begin to unbutton my shirt, painfully slowly. I feel like I might pass out.

“Remember what I said baby,” she hums, straddling my hips, thighs becoming even thicker on both sides of me as she sits down on them. Izzie leans down, lips hovering over my ear, hot breath tickling it. “Patience,” she whispers, and then ghosts my skin, leaving me writhing.

Finally she pulls my shirt open, revealing the white sports bra underneath. Her long nail drags from my neck downwards, to my chest, and finally to the muscles of my abdomen.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whine, watching the way her eyes darken as she gazes down at me. My hands come to her hips, easily reaching over to knead her ass. To my relief, she lets me, exhaling heavily and throwing her head back as I feel her skin. My hands feel up her sides, to her breast, kneading them in each hand and bucking my hips to look for any relief on my soaked core.

My chest heaves vigorously, right hand dragging downwards, down the skin of her stomach, fingertips dipping into the band. I needed to feel her. Now. I was dying, and I needed to make sure she didn’t feel like I did, desperate and throbbing.

“No,” Iz says, grabbing my wrist. I look at her pleadingly, eyes nearly welling up at the thought of how wet she might be.

“Please,” I whine. “Ride my fingers ma.”

Izzie’s eyes flutter shut at this, but sternly, she shakes her head. leaning down to kiss me. It’s sloppy, our tongues meeting in heated movements, spit covering both our mouths. The girl on top of me continues her open mouthed kisses, finding her way from my neck downwards. It’s then I realise what she’s about to do, the puddle between my legs growing unbearable.

I maneuver upward on the bed, too wet to notice the nervousness in the girl’s eyes when she starts kissing along the band of my shorts, hands coming to pull them down.

“Fuck ma,” I whimper, my entire body shaking with need. I had been dreaming of this moment, spent many hours lying in my bed with my hand between my legs imagining what her green, sharp, catlike eyes would look watching up at me.

She leaves me in my boxers, nails digging into my inner thighs as she spreads my legs apart.

“Please,” I murmur, eyes fluttering shut from how badly my cunt is soaking through the white boxers.

“What’s wrong my love?” Izzie asks, voice so sweet it’s bordering on condescending as she leans down between my legs, kissing my thighs, biting the skin. The wine had made her bolder, more liberated. It drove me insane.

“Need you baby,” I whine, bucking my hips. It’s no use, the dark haired girl’s hands holding my body still.

“What do you need from me darling?” She asks, fingertips playing with the band of my boxers in a way that made me want to flip her over and take her this very moment.

“Shit,” I hiss to myself, wiping the sweat off my forehead. “Baby please. touch me. Gon’ die if you don’t.”

“Yeah? You want my mouth?”

She’s pressing kisses on top of the soaked fabric of my boxers now, brushing lightly against my clit. I need more, so insanely bad. I feel like I might explode.

“Mhm,” I whimper, my voice shakier and needier than I liked - not that I cared much in this very moment.

“Tell me baby,” she smiles, looking up at my scrunched up face, slowly pulling down the last layer of fabric between her and where I needed her most.

“I-” I’m stuttering, overwhelmed, feeling like I might cum just purely from the sight. “Your mouth, mama, please.”

As I say the words, she pulls my boxers down, and begins to kiss around my wet cunt, everywhere but where I need her the most. Still, I’m moaning like crazy, knowing there must be a few concerned neighbours listening by now. I couldn’t care less.

Finally, the dark haired girl touches my clit, starting with small kitten licks. 

“That’s it, holy shit,” I gasp, hands coming down to her hair, trying to maintain the urge to yank it wherever I want her.

“Mhmm,” she moans against my core, lips wrapping around my clit and sucking gently. 

“Fuck, you’re so- holy shit,” I murmur, unable to think straight, legs already shaking, chest heaving uncontrollably. I can’t tear my eyes away from hers, as she looks up at me. my thighs on each side of her face.

“Taste so good,” she mumbles, a blush on her cheeks from the filthy words. Still, she keeps going, the vibrations of her moans bringing me closer and closer. Embarrassingly, it doesn’t take long for that familiar heat to start spreading in my abdomen, making my pussy throb around nothing as her tongue flicks back and forth in my folds.

“Make me feel so good, fuck baby, look at you,” I praise, my voice high pitched and whiny. “Look so fuckin’ pretty between my le- aw shit.”

I feel it, already growing hotter and hotter, the fire inside me making my muscles tense.

“I- I’m so cl-” I whimper, yanking on the girl’s hair.

“Baby,” Iz moans, wrapping her lips around my clit while her tongue flicks against it, making it impossible to hold back.

“Keep doin’ that, don’t stop. Don’t st-” I cry out, legs trembling and muscles tensing as the girl between my legs keeps pushing me closer and closer. “Shit mama, I’m gon’ cum.”

With that, I tip over the edge, pleasure crashing through my body, writhing and moaning. The orgasm is just as intense as it was fast, making my grip tighten around Izzie’s hair as she keeps up with the movement of her tongue.

As I come back down, the dark haired girl climbs back up, kissing me with authority. I feel embarrassed, from how wet her face is, and most of all from how fast I came. Couldn’t have been more than two minutes. It was something about her that made me yield, completely submit to her, my body too weak to fight it.

“Well that was quick,” Izzie giggles as she pulls away from me. I roll my eyes, flipping the girl on her back.

“Just wanted it to be your turn fast ma,” I mumble, beginning to kiss her neck.

-

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, P- Paige, fuck,” I cry out, tears filling my eyes as Paige presses on my lower back, pinning my hips down against the mattress. Her fingers are buried deep inside me, slipping in and out of me with a rapid pace, making my pussy drip all over the sheets. It was overwhelming, the strength of her fingers something I had never experienced before - what didn’t help was the three times I had already cum after she finished.

“Just one more, I promise. Swear baby. Can feel how much you’re throbbing around my fingers,” Paige coos, pressing sloppy kisses onto my sweaty back before sitting back up and kneading on the skin of my ass to get deeper inside me. Something about her filthy words made me willing to keep going, my orgasm building quickly from how sensitive I had been left after the past couple hours.

“Baby,” I cry out, grabbing the sheets desperately, tears spilling down my cheeks into the cotton blanket underneath me, sticking to my skin. 

“So perfect,” the blonde groans, eyes watching closely the way my pussy molded around her fingers, stretched out just for her, gushing around the long digits slipping in and out.

“P- I’m gonna-” I gasp, back arching as the muscles inside me coil tighter and tighter.

“C’mon ma, lemme make you cum,” she moans, leaning back down and kissing my ear, her hot breath sending chills all over as her fingers keep pumping into me. “So fuckin’ gorgeous you know that?”

With a high pitched whine, the coil finally snaps, my core clenching around her fingers as she makes me cum for the fourth time that night. My entire body trembles, hands grabbing the sheets desperately. The blonde brings her free hand to mine, long digits entangling with mine comfortingly.

“That’s it, fuck, look at you,” Paige murmurs into my ear, talking me through it as the waves of pleasure wash over me. I feel sore, tired, but in that moment everything else is forgotten, except the ecstasy taking over my entire existence, and the blonde’s praise in my ear.

“You are so fucking sexy,” the blonde whispers into my ear, slipping her fingers out of me and wrapping a comforting arm around me. In a haze, I nustle myself into her side, still attempting to slow down my rapid breathing.

I chuckle, finally opening my eyes and flipping onto my back. I couldn’t believe how many times she had just gotten me off. Most of all I couldn’t believe I let her do that all to me with all the lights on, and enjoyed it too much to even care. 

We both lie in each other’s arms, completely naked. Paige’s blonde hair is falling out of her bun, sweat glistening against her bare arms, covered in veins from the strain. She’s breathing loudly through her nose, watching my face. Surely I looked horrendous, makeup all over my face, hair fully out of place, curls wild and unruly. But the younger girl’s blue eyes continue to stare, soft and adoring. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss onto my forehead, loaded with emotion - feelings I wasn’t ready to face.

“You’re so beautiful,” Paige whispers, nuzzling her nose into mine. My heart flutters almost painfully. At that moment I know - I’m in trouble. That leaving Dallas behind after the season is over won’t be as effortless as I had hoped. I decide to worry about that later, wrapping my leg around the blonde and pressing my naked body against hers.

“So are you,” I murmur, letting Paige cocoon me with her big arms.

"One more time ma, please?"

-

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[goldfades]

headcannons of you being a media girl for the team and KK constantly annoying you and pulling you with her to make tiktoks

you cannot tell me that kk wouldn’t be all up in that camera

“welcome to the kk arnold show-“

“ KK GIMME MY DAMN CAMERA!”

𝐔𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐁𝐁 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑!𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

─ warnings | nothing but light banter, pretty much nothing else?

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

─ ev's notes | so instead of like media girl hc's, i'm gonna do manager, it's basically the same thing except manager kinda does everything, it's not limited to photos and social media. it's BASICALLY the same just more of an umbrella term LOL, i hope y'all enjoyed!

you've been the manager for the women's bb team since freshman year and let's just say it's SO chaotic but very rewarding

and yes, you're so right

kk would force you to be in the videos and you're all like force smiling, looking like you're being held hostage

everyone in the comments are SCREECHING cus your answers are always so hilarious and they all love you

"who has the best music taste on the team OTHER THAN YOU?" "other than me?????" "yeah.." "no one, i have the best one"

but people love you sm

i feel like they'd make compilations of you interacting with the team (in specifically the tiktoks bc they're funny af)

eventually people coin the term... "y/n and her toddlers"

you're like the mom of the team (obviously cus ur the manager) but like in more ways than just one

like the freshman first start to open up to you, every comes to you for advice, etc etc

they all just ADORE you

cus who wouldn't?

since you're in charge of the social medias, you FEED the paige bueckers girlies

you take so many pictures of our girl and everyone on tiktok loves u for it

on the buses to games, oh god bless u

especially the really long car rides, everyone will do anything but sleep when the only thing you're tryna do is sleep

LIKE EVERYTHING, they will bring cases of redbull bc they swearrrrr it's team bonding

(they just wanna shit talk everyone they know)

they drag you into everything, especially like if two (or multiple) of the girls are having problems bc you usually know how to deal with them

they adore you yes, but they also fear the fuck outta you

so you make them sit down and talk it out (with you + any seniors at the time to make sure they actually do) then BOOM it's fixed

again, you're like their mom

here's a little snippet of what it's like being their manager 😗

──

"Hey y'all, welcome back to the KK Arnold show! Today we're gonna go interview the mysterious Y/N," KK shouted as she looked at the camera with a smile, beginning to walk to the sidelines of the empty court. She gestured to keep walking until they eventually reach you.

You looked up to meet the camera with a confused smile as you setup your camera. KK couldn't help but let out a laugh, causing you to shake your head in amusement.

"Everyone wanted to have an interview with you, how do you feel about that?" KK finally got out after she stopped laughing, unable to maintain a straight face at your confused expression.

You laughed softly, adjusting the camera before responding, "Uh... well you know, it's part of the job."

KK shook her head dramatically as the camera zooms in on her face, "She hates you guys, Y/N is a D1 hater-"

"No, oh my god shut up!" You laughed as KK gave you a mock glare. "I love you guys."

"How do you feel about the edits?" KK held in her laugh as she glanced back at you then the camera, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Of... Paige?"

KK shook her head, "No, of you."

"There are edits of me?" You couldn't but laugh as you shook your head, taking a seat on the bench as you finished up setting up your film camera.

"Yeah, the people are going feral." KK smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Oh don't act like you haven't seen them, we send them to you on the groupchat."

You glared at KK before she bursted out laughing, putting up her hands in surrender. "Bro, leave me alone."

"No, you signed up for this when you became manager." KK joked as you held in your laugh with a thin-lipped scowl, pretending to be annoyed.

Before you could respond, Paige and Nika walked out to the court and KK waved them over. "Guys, Y/N's being a hater again."

"Aw, be nice to the freshman, Y/N." Paige joked as she joined you on the bench. KK sent her a glare as you and Paige laughed, Nika joining you two on the bench with a grin.

You shot KK a playful glare, though the corners of your lips couldn't help but twitch upwards. " Yeah, freshman privileges only go so far, KK. Don't push your luck."

"Bro," KK sighed exasperatedly as all three of you laughing. "Anyways back to the interview, how do you feel about the Paige edits?"

You and Paige glanced at each other before Paige began laughing. "Actually, as an veteran-edit watcher, they're really good. I don't know about the audios though, they're not very cordial."

"Oh my god, Y/N watched the KK Arnold show confirmed?" KK gasped as laughed loudly, joined by Nika and Paige.

"Bro, I recorded that video."

KK's smile dropped as she dramatically side eyed the camera and gestured toward her neck. "Cut the cameras, cut the damn cameras."

The camera didn't cut, it zoomed on all three of you laughing loudly. KK tried to maintain a serious expression before she sighed dramatically, "the haters are gonna keep hating."

"Facebook ass quote," Paige mumbled as you began laughing even harder, feeling your stomach beginning to hurt as tears began to build in your eyes.

"Oh you really wanna play with me right now," KK joked as she stormed toward you and Paige as the camera cut dramatically.

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[bloodndirt]

Through My Window-Frank Castle Short

Pairing Frank Castle (around season 1 of the punisher) x Reader

MDNI! I prefer to keep my page 18+

Warnings: blood, death, violence, fighting, wounds, injuries, pain, mentions of a traumatic events, Frank calls reader “babydoll”. Read at your own discretion.

This was usual for you both.

Blood pooling on the floor, rag already having been rinsed out 10 times at least.

franks hands still covered in blood somehow, the dark crimson liquid caked underneath his fingernails still.

He had been stripped of the body gear he wore, sitting on the edge of your bathtub in a black t-shirt, which was probably also soaked in blood, his or others you weren’t quite sure.

His head hanging low and eyes fixed on your movements as you worked around the bathroom.

Your first aid kit always stocked and ready under your bathroom sink cabinet, you worked quietly.

Grabbing gauze and bandages, to patch up the mess, alcohol and hydrogen peroxide to cleanse any wounds he may have.

You never said much, you did at first, calling him out on how dangerous all of this was. Everything he put himself through, how much it actually scared you to think he may never come back to you one day. You understood the pain he felt, never blamed him for wanting revenge either. Never questioning his endless hours of vigilante work, righting the wrongs he had seen fit.

It didn’t bother you, it pained you.

Knowing the pain he went through, the anguish, the agony, the anger.

You tried to understand, but you cared for his life more than he did apparently.

He never took for granted the things you did for him, always thanking you, never forgetting to place a kiss on your head with a quiet “don’t know what I’d do without ya, babydoll.”

He appreciated you, you knew he did.

You also knew that most of his wounds could be cleaned up by himself, sure he was tired, but he really didn’t need the special treatment from you, he wanted it. You never let him leave hungry either, always fixing him some sort of quick meal, or heating up some left overs.

Most times making a cup of piping hot coffee for him to sip on as he sat at your snack bar. Munching away on the coffee cookies you had made, figuring out they were his favorite long ago.

He cherishes the moments with you, his life seeming quite dismal until his eyes always found your soft lamp glow by your window.

Light left on, always waiting impatiently for him to arrive.

You don’t know of course, but frank made the promise to himself and most importantly to you, that this night you were cleaning him up was going to be the last night. That he would never put himself or you through any of this again, no late night wound cleanups, no going to bed with frank on your couch and waking up to him gone in the morning. He would do anything for you, he’d stop anything for you. He’d begin again for you.

And for you, he will.

———-

Ughhhhhh frank pulls at my heartstrings i swearrrrr :’)

-

I do not approve of my work being stolen, replicated or used in anything to do with AI.

[tartsinarat]

I'm throwing this out here because I popped off with this art really hard and really liked how it came out

I swearrrrr that I'll go into this in more detail with proper art and maybe an animatic but as quick as an explanation I can muster, at around the au's version of mid-season two (in between any sport in a storm and reaching out) Pip does end up having to leave the Owl House gang because Hunter finally managed to capture him completely by surprise because Pip let his guard down to who he just assumed was only Willow's and Gus's new flyer derby friend.

When Pip finally reaches the castle he stays there for a while to scope out the place and figure out a full proof escape route but he ends up caught in between a rock and a hard place before he could even think of a plan because he finds out that Eda is set to be put to be captured and petrified for the false crime of kidnapping the heir.

This causes Pip who's already extremely traumatised from the first petrification attempt and doesn't want to see Eda hurt again attempts to completely avoid that by striking up a deal with Belos.

This sort of works but it isn't in Pips favour at all because Belos had decided to pardon Eda (only to keep Pip from escaping again though), Pip can no longer even be out of Hunters sight or go out of the castle without Hunter's or a scouts supervision and if Eda approaches again she will be put to be petrifed immediately

So the deal goes completely out the window the moment that Eda finds out that one of her kids got kidnapped and so she and Luz (she wasn't supposed to join along but couldn't take no for an answer) busts into the castle to steal Pip right back.... which ends terribly to say the least.

Even though things went well at first, they do manage to almost escape with Pip until Belos who's at this point kinda done with his clone running away all the time decides to intervene personally rather than sending out the scouts

Eda goes full mother owl mode and does end up fighting Belos which I can imagine was a pretty epic battle

Eda vs Belos colourised (2020) /j

no idea who was winning until the end of the fight but one things for certain is that it goes completely south for Eda towards because Luz and Pip end up in the crossfire, Pip gets hurt badly and almost loses his eye (hence the gnarly scar across his face in the drawing) because he pushed Luz out of the away from a magic spike growing from the ground, so Eda gets distracted and petrified.

Before Eda fully becomes stone she makes both of them promise to escape, thanks them and asks them to take care of themselves, Hooty and King for her... Neither Luz or Pip handle this well but don't have enough time to even properly processes and so Pip who's slightly more functional than Luz who's completely dissociating at this point quickly grabs Luz and escapes on Owlbert but Pip gets yoinked by Belos mid way and Luz ends up escaping by herself.......

At this point Pip is planning on committing regicide and is only stopped because he ends up forcibly having to drink that brainwash juice before he could do anything

Brainwashed Pip mostly can't remember what's that's happened to him except for a few fake memories that got implanted in that paints wild witches in a really bad light and so after being explained a obviously completely untrue story by Belos he believes that he's suffering huge memory loss because he was brainwashed by wild witches and that magic is fading away.

Pip also just loses most of his personality except for his sense of justice which gets extremely twisted, he just becomes extremely detached and cold as well (but he does thaw slightly with specific people but doesn't understand why *coughs* ᴺᶦᵐᵇᵘˢ *coughs even harder* ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵍᵃʸ ᶦˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍ.)

anyways that was longer than I thought it would be, soz for that lol

and even more longer than this is the GH masterpost link

[boilingheart]

I hate hate hate having to constantly beg for money on here. I feel like I do it so often and I never have anything to give in return. I'd open up commissions again if I wasn't terrified of fucking it all up all over again. I wish I could just do commissions to make up for the money but I can barely even make art for *myself*. Ugh.

I'm short on rent for this next month by like, almost $300. My hours got cut like crazy this month. But it's not like I'm not working! I actually JUST got a new job, a real nice on working in ABA, and I'm training for it right now, so I'm gonna be back on my feet in no time. But right now I'm fucked. Well, it's probably not going to be the end of the world, we can probably make it work but FUCK man I need $300. And I swear I swearrrrr it's not always going to be like this I'm getting this new job and everything is going to be okay and it's going to be okay but right now god fucking DAMMIT dude god DAMMIT.

This isn't... the official post where I ask for donations. This is just a vent post. My ko-fi should be BoilingHeart tho if anyone wants to give it a shot but I'm just screaming into the void here. I try not to vent online anymore but god DAMMIT I'm so upset! I'm so upset that I always feel like I need to run to ask for help when I should be able to do this shit on my own. But it's so hard. It's been almost a year since I escaped my parents and moved out and hoogh boy this shit is tough. Between wrecking my car last summer and this job screwing me over things haven't been easy. I just wish I could give back to everyone who has helped me so much. And I feel so so awful having to ask for help so much when I have nothing to offer. But I'm like, dude, duuuude I swear this time I am on the path of healing, I'm so close, I'm *so close* dude. Things are lining up, this is just a rough patch but FUCK dude. AGH

Thank you everyone who has ever supported me in any capacity. I wish I had a way to give back, to really show my love and appreciation, but the best thing I can do is just... say thank you. And that I'm sorry.

[1eos]

i do think covid is in some ppl's brains running them like that episode of spongebob where plankton stuck a controller in spongebobs brain and forcibly took control. i saw someone mad abt this article describing how young ppl are going to bed early (probably bc of work and school.......) and they were literally irate? like full on furious. saying that ppl in their 20s need to be out super late at clubs every night and fitness maxxing and not sleeping and 'living it up'. fitness maxxing in a global pandemic and going clubbing constantly are two things that cannot exist at the same time.....this anger....the fervent desire for ppl to GET sick. idk if anyone's read peeps by scott westerfield but covid is highkey like the peeps vampire parasite thing like it took over brains and made them want to infect other ppl and that's covid fr like i swearrrrr that virus is speaking thru ppl bc there's no other way to explain how ANGRY ppl get when anyone isn't gung ho abt getting 40 repeat infections in a year. ik i sound crazy when i bring this up but something is not right!!!!

[iellarenuodolorian]

Gonna rant about a few Bad Batch things real quick…ish

Tarkin wants the Batch eliminated. He’s wanted that since they defected. And now we’ve got this whole thing from Eriadu which makes Tarkin hate clones even more so…I’m expecting Tarkin to play a big part in this season.

The Emperor wants Nala Se to finish up her cloning research. So, in the Celebration trailer we get Rex telling Hunter that “she’s vital to whatever they’re doing on Tantiss”. The “she” in question initially makes me think Omega because Hunter then says “Omega’s been waiting for us, I’m not making her wait another day.” So are they somehow still in contact!?

Is the “she” Nala Se, the chief cloning engineer who is responsible for creating the genotype for all of Jango’s clones and who Palpatine has captured to help make him a Force sensitive clone so he can rule the Empire forever (ya’ll do know that’s his plan right?). Or is the “she” Emerie???? I seriously doubt the last option, but I’m beginning to think it’s Nala Se. And that’s who Ventress is after. And I honestly wouldn’t blame Ventress for wanting to kill her either.

Nala Se will also be a big part of this season. And I SWEARRRRR if she tries to be “good” I will be CONSTANTLY reminding ya’ll that she does NOT care about the clones. SHE IS PERSONALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR KILLING FIVES 😤😤😤😤 she could have let the secret about the chips out and maybe more of them would have lived and maybe she would have died (because Palpatine killed her for failing him) but THAT WAS HER CHOICE AND FIVES IS DEAD!!!!! I will never forgive her for that.

Dr Hemlock I’ll kill with my bare hands, all on my own. He’s gonna be terrifying, and I’ll be so worked up every time I see him on the screen during an episode. I’m NOT excited to see how dark he is. Maybe this will give me some new ideas about how to torture him as I slowly kill him….I’ve had more than 300 days to ponder exactly what I’d do. It’s a pretty gruesome list. If Cid decides to show her face, I have a similar list for her of what her torture will look like.

One positive hope is that IF Nala Se does decide to switch sides and save the clones that Rex is going to recruit the Batch to help save all the other clones because Omega is somehow the key to getting all of them out and safe and with their accelerated aging turned off.

All I’ve wanted for the Batch to show us is that the clones have ALWAYS deserved better and that after the war, some of them managed to find a small shred of peace fighting for whatever family they found and fighting for a cause THEY chose. Part of me hopes the next show will be the Clone Rehab program and some of them finding a happy ending!?! (can we have a happy ending, JUST THIS ONCE DAVE!?!?) (even Doctor Who has a few episodes where “just this once everyone lives!!!!”)

I will also never forgive them for letting us see Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Echo, and Crosshair working together in ONE MISSION! We got the original four rescuing Echo and the short mission after that where we see them all adjusting to maybe adding Echo. And then we have Kaller, but we don’t get the planning or the initial set up, just the badassery that is them completely destroying a shitload of droids like it’s a walk in the park. And then Crosshair’s chip goes off and everything is wrong. We have ONE halfass mission of all of them together and I feel so short changed on getting to see THE BAD BATCH in action being a whole ass army, just the five of them.

So, Crosshair and Omega might escape, but I still want to know who the 5th enhanced clone is. It’s not Omega, Tech changed his mind in 1.10 about her being enhanced saying that shes the other half of the pure genetic replication of Jango’s original genetic material. Remember, Venress leads another mission on Kamino trying to steal Jango’s DNA code from the DNA vault on Kamino. Omega is vital to some part of Nala Se’s research on making a Force sensitive clone for Palpatine, or maybe something else entirely. So, will we find out who the final member is or was that a throwaway line in 1.1 when Tarkin asks Nala Se how many enhanced clones she has left and she tells him five.

I’m also wondering if Bane will be sent after Omega again when she escapes and if Fennec will be the one keeping an eye on her for Nala Se (like what happened in S1). And Hunter and Bane better not have another showdown, we know Bane survives until after the second Death Star blows up. So that showdown won’t look good for Hunter….again….

It bugs me that Hunter has FINALLY realized that he can’t run and hide from the Empire. Pabu is going to get taken from them, and maybe thats the final straw for Hunter. Echo was right to try and push Hunter to realize that they needed to be gathering allies and resources. If they can keep Omega from the Empire’s hands, that means Palpatine won’t get the clone he needs to be immortal and that the Rebellion stands a chance. And if they have enough resources to keep Omega safe, they can try and relax and give her as normal of a life as possible during the terror of the reign of the Empire.

I read the Legends series “Republic Commando” books before Batch started and had hopes that at least the plot lines of the clone rehab program and figuring out how to turn off their accelerated aging to give the clones a chance at a normal life would be brought to Canon. Instead I’ve gotten nothing but pain and sadness and a broken family. You have 15 episodes to give yourselves a chance to save it all!!

[vaguelyinterestingidiot]

Wildly speculative ideas about aliens by someone with no basis in astrobiology, an idiot made guide to the search for alien life (and maybe the state of science as a whole idk)

I have no idea how I'm supposed to rebuke all of the arguments I've heard on extra terrestrial locating when I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about and even sound half an ounce of coherent. I kinda just sprang out of bed, started browsing memes, and booked a ticket directly off the deep end of sanity boarding now. The fringe religious groups make it look so easy. I guess we'll start with a list of things that seem funny to me in the form of insane ranting. This is tumblr, after all.

1

I saw a meme earlier that really jumpstarted the whole "I'm going the genderfluidly mansplain all of space" thing. Observe, bear witness, and oh wait I don't have the image downloaded. Essentially it was a joke about creatures in the ocean assuming that because there's no thermal heat vents (chemical soup, hot and fresh, not referencing any funny video here absolutely not at all I swearrrrr) that there would be no way of life existing on the surface of the ocean.

That raises an interesting question though. Why do we only look for planets that are getting their sunlight soup-kitchen on? Why aren't we looking at like, super dense planets? This of course, is assuming that I am actually even a little bit correct to assume a more dense planet core (gravity or whatever idk) would make it warmer inside. Why aren't we talking about fungus that eats tragically exploded nuclear reactors in Eastern (relative to the USA and also assuming you don't just. Go around west instead. that is. earth is a little bit of a shape that has more than one direction to go in.) countries? I believe I heard those called radiotrophs. Why not other sources of energy? What about a species or an entire ecosphere that has a main basis in eating sound waves generated by star explosions or something?

2

I think our definition of life is too narrow. There, I said it. I think that in the whole conquest to describe everything in a neat little category (also you're not getting out of this one either Protista, I'm coming for you next you filing cabinet of things that aren't even like, at all categorizable by our other arbitrary categories) we have absolutely thrown out the idea of science as a whole. The idea that we can just say for absolute certain "These are the categories, read em and weep" and never ever question that even a little bit, well that's not very scientific now is it. Sure, experiments are repeatable if done right, but that's assuming ALL variables relevant held constant, and I don't think there's much of anything less constant than all known life at all. Why do we assume that we can just look at a virion, turn up our noses and go "NOT CELLS!!!1!111!!! DISQUALIFIIIIIIED!" when that's clearly not a living thing by our dumb dichotomy situation, but like. It's also not just a cluster of obsidian or something either.

The whole idea that life is only a very specific thing, and one based exactly on how it is here on the surface of Earth too for that matter, is a little dumb when your entire field is literally "let's find something we've never seen before yay!" and then you deny it even is real once you find it. We need to be looking at space generally just asking "huh, what's that? why is it doing that?" and not going "NOT LIFE GET OUTTA HERE DON'T CARE DIDN'T ASK!".

Expanding the parameters isn't really the answer here in my opinion either. Even if you go from categorizing all bouncy balls as being painted red to all bouncy balls as being painted, you're still disregarding the entire existence of any bouncy ball that doesn't have a shiny coat of paint. You're refusing to even acknowledge "Ah cool, that's a weird thing that isn't say, the average jumping rope! We should look at it some more!" with the analogy here being known existence as playground toys, living things being red bouncy balls and nonliving things being jumping ropes.

3

Overspecialization is ruining the search for aliens. Picture this, you're a person tasked with describing society, the human race, and all of its social nuances, let's say, an anthropologist. Sure, you probably don't need a PHD in women's studies Robotnik style, but you're gonna have one hell of a time convincing people you've reached the answer to anything at all if you've never heard of women. Argue all you like about what the definition of a woman is politically, scientifically, or anything else, but if you don't even have any sort of awareness that such a configuration of a human could exist, how are you even gonna scratch the surface of a good chunk of history, or social structure, or anything else for that matter? I mean hell, even the basic idea that male and female humans can have their cells combined to create an offspring goes out the window without that basic idea of "hmm this thing is not exactly the same in every single way to this other thing I'm looking at. I'm gonna categorize and say that nothing else outside of these categories exists. Anything nonbinary in gender or intersex in physical form can go over there and sit nicely in the corner."

The very idea only people who have studied enough are qualified to look for something, and that once you reach your ability to be qualified to look for it, that you just know more than anyone else about it by default... Why? Sure, Muay Thai instructors probably don't all know how to bake bread, and not all professional bread baking legends know how to apply full body force to knock someone down. but there's definitely intersection. Two vastly unrelated things both depend on very similar skills and concepts. I can easily see someone from a classroom (I don't know the exact appropriate word. Dojo? Gym? Classroom works I hope.) on how to hand someone their rear end showing a baker how to maximize bread kneading based on force applied, and then that baker teaching the same guy that sometimes you have to let the dough rest and rise. That when in the process of whooping butt, sometimes you need the peace to let things come into motion on their own.

Just because you don't know everything doesn't automatically mean you also know nothing. In fact, that very idea is probably how you get so many people claiming they know everything about everything, because they are not validated to join the conversation otherwise. They're not asked "why do you think this works like this?" not in a sort of teaching manner where one person assumes to know the ultimate answer and will tell the novice they're wrong and that THIS is the correct truth, but more rather to gain perspective and fuel the ability to think about things outside of your own little bubble of professionals who all learned in more or less the same way and probably lose sleep at night over similar questions. Even if someone asks a question that you find so profoundly stupid to even consider like "what if the aliens haven't come to earth because they're all lactose intolerant and they're abducting cows to cure themselves" why can't you sit and think about it for a moment? Construct an argument? Hell, if you're lucky, think deeply enough about it that you have an epiphany on something not quite the same but it got the cogs turning anyway? What if you even, maybe by some stroke of insanity and disregard for all preconceived notions, found that they might actually have a point?

Isn't it kind of the picture of scientific achievement to be that one dude who everyone is shouting at for even suggesting that the earth isn't flat, or that maybe we should stop using asbestos in everything?

4

You have simply lost your sense of wonder. To explain everything in perfect detail in a world where perfection is paradoxical, why are you trying to chemically synthesize the emotion humans define as joy in your neurons that fire into an uncaring void while your blood that was never your own carries these signals originally meant to keep your soon to be corpse and then even sooner after cosmic dust, or a bit of a dog who ate some grass, or a puff of carbon dioxide out of a tailpipe of some yet to come new great civilization's machines? What end are we trying to achieve here? It is generally known, or at least, I would assume it is given my own experiences, that immortality would be one hell of a curse. If the knowledge of everything circling right back around to nothing didn't do you in, the grief of everything you know being no more and everything you don't becoming some mix of normal would. Don't get me wrong, we should absolutely be trying to cure sickness and perfect the fine science of the prettiest song and find new ways to reinvent wheels that have been turning longer than we've known ourselves around to question them, but why? If you lose your wonder, your purpose, that thing that drives every great scientist in their childhood to look up to the stars or down at the bugs on the ground with a sense of astonishment, if we replace it with the cold clinical need to understand EVERYTHING EXACTLY HOW IT IS AND ALWAYS WILL BE then why do it at all? Why cure sickness if you can't suffer from it? Why bother to make the most beautiful piece of music anyone has ever heard if nobody, not even the composer, can stop and feel the sway of their head bobbing along? You say you've grown up, but no. I say you've grown bitter and jaded and disconnected yourself for the very purpose of connecting deeper. Why even find extra terrestrial life if we're just going to chuck them into the Protista junk drawer and move on to the next stranger civilization? What motivation could someone have to stare deeply into the profoundly unknown if they had some certainty it would ever be fully understood?

Research is amazing, it's great. I love being able to open my magic big rectangle that contains the artic winds and pull out a tub of ice cream at a whim. It's so great that we have the advancements, and I'd reckon we should make more, but why bother if the only thing that will satisfy you is ALL of the advancements? What sort of science are you going to achieve doing a completionism run of the universe itself and not sitting and enjoying what you discovered? Probably not fridges. Maybe not even bombs. At that point, you're doomed to spiral into a depression and give up the search for the ETs and Spocks of the universe entirely. Why?

IN SUMMARY (or maybe not)

I had some other points to make about things to do with finding aliens but here I go again finding my own philosophical thoughts and loss of meaning spiral and whatever. I particularly like absurdism, the direct opposition to nihilism's "why?". The ability to go "why not?". I have sort of run out of steam on the intense frantic questions and trying to show people a different way, the exact thing that this whole post says you shouldn't be doing anyway, so I'm gonna go have a pudding cup. Enjoy life, look for aliens, take the stick out of your ass, have a nice day.

[sorryimananti-romantic]

after a few months of playing ateez in the background while gaming, my top bsides ranking has changed

1. good lil boy

2. to the beat / cyberpunk

3. django

4. the leaders

5. this world

i swearrrrr the chokehold good lil boy has on me its so omds esp the 세상을 내 것처럼 다 and san's "no more" adlib ITS SO ADDICTIVE i need more wooyo singing RAHHH 👹👹👹

good lil boy, cyberpunk, django n to the beat are my go to gaming songs lmaooo the only problem i have w them is that theyre so good that i keep pausing mid-game just to replay certain parts

good lil boy's chorus

django's 나는야 고독한 총잡이 탕탕탕탕

cyberpunk's 누구도 벗어나지 않는 여긴 under world

to the beat's rap parts

its js smth about the pauses before drops thats so addractive ESPP DJANGO

YES. YESSSS WELCOME TO THE GOOD LIL BOY FANCLUB 👹

i cannot stress enough how addictive this song is. the beat? right from the start? the dallyeora dallyeo (my fav thing ever) AND SAN'S PARTS IN THIS SONG?? WOO'S PARTS?? EVERYONE?? the 'hey little boy! why you look down?' part is literally my fav thing ever. joong's rap?? i can rap that part in my sleep. and then jongho and san harmonising?? san's hip thrusts in that one part?? jongho's heavenly bridge lines?? best verses, such a fun performance, if you can't tell i love this song so much it's like tied with precious and utopia for the no. 1 bside.

love to see to the beat and cyberpunk tied ahaha to the beat is such a fun song. def for the gaming playlist. and cyberpunk, we all know 😌 that underworld part hits so hard but the line following that is my fav (if you can't tell already from my flies acarnivaloflies sideblog lol)

django ugh i don't even listen to that song (might be my sign to start listening after cowboy yunho) but what a performance.

and this world! another good addition hoho (where did dreamy day go tho it's still in my top 5)

[chososlittlecrybaby]

Okay yall so im back temporarily! ima get to yalls request but yall tell me whyyy

im sittin up in my man apartment or wtv right while he rollin up (i dont smoke guys!) so im just on his couch watching stranger things cs i rewatch ts every month im so sorry😹 .

ok so boom he finished rollin up his blunt and yk he smoke ts out. While he doin that i went and got up to his kitchen to make a lil dancing tiktok or wtv cause my body was definitely bodying in that onesie i had on.

yall know Deli by ice spice right🌝 thats twerking music right there so i start moving ts in a circle AND YALLL HE DID NOT LIKE THAT ! like this how the convo went

“ma turn that goofy shit off”

“why?”

“Nigga cause i told you”

“its never that serious you act like ima post it”

“it don’t matter u not finna sit up here n twerk in my kitchen right infront of me, sit yo lil ass down somewhere”

“im sick and tired of this shit my fucking God”

“watch yo mouth im not finna tell u that shit again”

Like yall . NY NIGGAS ONTOP CAUSE I SWEARRRRR 😭 .

[goddessofwaifus]

How dare you hide these tags lolololo

omg the way he looked when he turned to yuzu, the side profile ughhhhh it got me. I was biting my lip so hard.

Tracing his tattoos, kissing em, licking em, raking your hands over his muscles, digging your nails into his arms

🙇‍♀️

He had me kneeling on my knees instantly. Kicked Draken into outer space, picked me up by the throat and then carried me home over his shoulder. I was in love instantly. We ain’t gotta talk about the six months I denied how down bad o was for him.

Wearing his coat 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭 please 🙏 I’d live in it

The absolute filthy nasty disgusting things I’d let him do and I’d do to him as well. Just 🫠🫠

This our man. Dessy accepts all Taiju fuckers! We pushing Taiju agenda heavy today

We pushing Taiju agenda viciously today!! 😤😤🤝 also yes I hid those tags 👀👀 what you gon do about it 🤣🤣 The absolute thirst for this monstrous man is disgusting but we don't care! He could manhandle me and I would bitch about it if he stopped. I pamper the man obnoxiously until he has no choice but to give me what I want. I give gift, he give dick. If not, we have a problem and we're both mad about it. But no need to throw hands, fuck it out until we cuddle after. He wears the scratches and bites with pride and dares anyone to say something about it. They'll get a boot to the face or a backhand.

I thought Mikey, Baji, and Kazutora would be the last time I'd simp. He said give me a minute to get comfy, fucking rocked Mikey's shit, and just mean mugged me.

I said calm down, you can have me too damn 🤣🤣🤣 I'm a big bitch so there's enough. But you can be greedy with me 😋😋 I love a possessive man. Then Draken really stared at him and said you thought you ate man, nah sit TF down you're done bud

Season 2 was a fucking trip I swearrrrr

His side profile hits like a fucking truck!!! His nose, his lips, his chin, and his eyes. The fuckin eyes will have a bitch thighs clenching while he's undressing you with them. Like SIR CALM DOWN ??? I'LL STRIP no questions asked just a look and I'm scrambling.

He's not leaving the room without marks on God. He will have bites, several long scratches, and a pissed off face when I add more because I'm going out of my way to make sure he remembers them and how they feel on his skin.

Don't get me started on the coat. His coat is our coat. It doesn't just smell like him anymore and he's gonna have to either get one just for us or he's gonna have to fight to get it back. That's how much you love the coat. You don't want to part with it. He thinks it's silly but he lets us have it when we want because it's just a jacket.

I'm right fucking there with you dessy! We don't talk about that... the stage of denial never happened. Glad we agree

[kirby6aero]

UPDATE: I FOUND OUT MICHELLE TRACHTENBERG DIED— I will be killing myself!

rant incoming:

i’m gonna kill myself i SWEARRRRR!! it’s hot as cheeks outside and i had to just drag my whole saxophone back to my house.. PLUS AN EXTRA BAG (a school program i signed up for makes us dress in business clothes every month and i changed) ANDDD I DECIDED TO TREAT MYSELF WITH A 7-11 SLURPEE BECAUSE ITS HOT AS BALLS AND I HAD A SHITTY DAY.. BUT I FAILED TO REALIZE HOW MUCH HARDER I WOULD HAVE TO WORK TO GET HOME BC OF THAT!

There was a college/job faire at my school today and i was told i had to go talk to people at one of the booths to get free water bottle— i got the last one! but legit, I DROPPED IT AND IT CRACKED OPEN AFTER MY 5TH PERIOD CLASS. (at least i still have the charger they gave me but still :(((() i was already gonna crash out. I HAD TO SOCIALIZE FOR THAT DAMN THING TO BREAK. then, in the middle of my french test— i forgot wtf a whole section meant. and now i have to go to class at lunch tomorrow to finish the damn test AHHH!! and i almost for real fell asleep in that class!

I was sweaty and oily the whole day— my hair was a mess.. i was just crusty and felt crusty. THEN I FORGOT MY DAMN PHONE IN CLASS AND CONVENIENTLY WHEN MY TEACHER WAS LEAVING. I HAD TO UNLCOK THE CLASSROOM TWO TIMES TO FINALLY FIND IT, ASKING THE OFFICE IF THEY HAD IT. ALL WHILE DRAGGING MY SAXOPHONE WITH ME.

The walk back home was grueling, sweaty, a lot of stopping, AND MY MUSIC WASNT HITTING BC THE PLAYLIST WASNT SHUFFLING RIGHT.

i know people have it worse. so, sorry i’ll move on soon enough— i’m just overstimulated and tired. a nice shower and afterschool nap can do.

[idontoweuanything411]

Omg I can’t I jsut need to rant about The Answer by Johnny Marr

OKAYYY so this song released in 2023 after the infamous open letter incident so that means they were beefing rn and johnny registered the trademark for The Smiths back in 2018, so maybe these legal troubles were still happening since then. THESE ARE IMPORTANT I SWEARRRRR.

I had my speculations about this song being about Morrissey, but they basically seemed like facts when i saw this quote from Johnny about the song.

So if this song was “led by the singing”, that would mean that Johnny would have to write the lyrics first, right?

“You want the answer to everything

Now you are all mine”

This is the first thing that is said n repeated by random lady voice. I think it could be two things and i’m really unsure which one it is. It could be Johnny knowing about how, assuming that it’s how their breakup went, his actions made Morrissey feel. I mean, it isn’t far off considering that Johnny has said that he knew Hand In Glove (a homoerotic song made by his gay band) was about him, yet he was dating a woman that he would later marry n is still with. The other motive for this could be that this is what Johnny thinks this is how Morrissey is during this whole situation. As we know, Moz didn’t respond, his lawyers had to step in and just give the trademark to Johnny because Moz was just not really doing anything. Does Johnny think that Moz thinks it’s making Johnny wanna talk to him again or at least under his finger? I don’t know. I used to think it was the voice of Moz, but it doesn’t really fit the end, in my opinion.

“You ran away

Vanished and then

Put your mamma

In them lows”

Of course, we know that Moz did in fact just ignore the legal issues with the trademark, so the first part makes sense. The second part is kinda straight forward to me because in Morrissey’s autobiography when he gets to describing the court case and how he felt Johnny Marr was just saying yes to all the questions that put the blame on him, he says this:

Johnny may have seen this, i mean, the producer of Ouija board, ouija board has said that johnny complimented the song 20 or so years later, so he isn’t completely oblivious to what Moz is doing. I can recall an interviewer telling Johnny that Morrissey has released a book n he had said sum along the lines of “Oh really? I’ll probably get one n take a peek.” Andy has said that he had just looked to see what Moz said about him n he is Johnnys life long best friend n it’s just a common thing to do so it’s not entirely impossible. Johnny may have seen this before and all of it maybe had resurfaced in the frustration he was having.

“Don't you look back

Take your faith back”

This is self explanatory, it’s just Johnny telling Moz to not apologize or be sad about them after because he did it himself.

“Try again

And fail again

Get your moment

In the sun”

This could be Johnny thinking that Morrissey is just trying to get talked about in the press again because Johnny doe a think that also is famous of crazy quotes. Or, it could be Johnny thinking that this is Moz trying to make Johnny reach out? Make Moz be the thing on Johnnys mind? But I think that’s a bit childlish, but these men have been beefing for decades so idk.

“Thought you got it this time

No, I don't need love

I don't”

THIS. This is jsut crazy. Johnny saying that he doesn’t need love?? Like Moz was his extra love on the side. I mean he has dissed the fact that Moz doesn’t have anyone in 1987 ON VALENTINES DAY so it’s not completely wrong.

“You got the answers this time

Until tomorrow

I don't”

Okay, this is why i said that saying the first line was Moz didn’t really make sense because there’s this line, or maybe, just as the voices are different, the “answers” are to different questions. Johnny is saying in this whole song that their friendship is forever gone and Moz really messed up this time, yet he says “until tomorrow”. To me, it’s Johnny saying that, he maybe feel like this now, his feelings might change. I mean, they have met a few times after The Smiths so it’s not completely crazy.

“Just came 'round to kill time

Thought I'd watch the show”

These lyrics tie into being that Johnny thinks Moz is jsut using the legal trouble to rekindle again or at least make Johnny reach out to him.

“I told you mamma

I'm outta here again

All set to begin

I am gone”

I don’t really know what this mean tbh. He’s said in his book that he never really was emotionally close with his parents, but people change has they get older so i’m not sure. This could be Johnny saying that this is just the repeating issues they have and that it’ll happen again (not specifically about the trademark, just like how they always talk again but then stop talking again aka The loop by Morrissey).

“Won't you come back

Take your faith back (I don't)

I don't

Don't you look back

Take your faith back (I don't)

I don't”

This is just Johnny going back and forth about wanting Moz to come back so they can be friends again and knowing that this (possible) happens everytime between them.

“I am the answer to everything

Now you are all mine”

This actually makes it seem like this voice is Moz, because it’s saying that whoever the voice is, Johnny is wrapped around their finger. It actually makes sense because it made him write this song.

Anyways, that’s my rant about The Answer by Johnny Marr