#if u feel personally victimized by that then sorry bro that’s totally on YOU

[edgelordtozier]

people can talk about the mischaracterization of steddie without it directly being an attack on ur weird pretentious borderline proship fanfic just fyi (but if u take it that way then…. Well)

[oblxvion]

quick rant

so recently with my friends i've been feeling super left out, along with 2 of my other friends (3 of us in total) we had a group chat with all 6 of us and the other three were extremely cliquey and have been this whole year and they even had a gc without us. they would always go out into the city, and hangout together the three of us and it made us feel so worthless and like we didn't matter. and when me and my other two friends addressed it and said we couldn't do this anymore, they got all defensive and played the victim and made us feel like absolute shit for sharing our feelings.

we didn't really talk the week after that (this was last week from like 2 fridays ago to last friday) but we have a convo in person last friday to talk about all of us and how we wanted this to work and how we missed each other and i was hesitant but i loved them, yk? so i was really hoping that this was going to workout after the conversation and that they were going to include us more.

but then to fucking find out that they were texting each other the whole time on friday saying that our convo was sooooo fucking fake and that it was stupid was fucking rude, first off. and then to hear that one of the three of them was SHITTING on me and my other friend when we went home because i was exhausted and i didn't wanna drink. she was saying things like "they're so fucking annoying, they don't even go out and drink with us or even hang with us anymore." okay like yea, we were on a break ?? shut the fuck up?????

so then the three of us left the gc and now they're texting us saying all this shit like whyd you leave?? what'd we do??? like bro if u don't-

ugh sorry i needed to rant u can disregard this

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

ah yeah, i think quarentine has given people some opportunity to actually just sit with the person they are, rather than be rushing around for the person they want to become. its good you got smth good out of isolation! ah thats great! hope you had fun and ur partner in crime speeds back home so you can get out more hehe.

ah yeah ty, good suggestions.

hmm good point, i was sort of putting it separate to the whole not-sexualising thing, but yeah. mmm yeah i totally agree, some of the enhypen fics/imagines *shudder* and even reading innie stuff is just a bit *icky* cos everyone still thinks of him as our agi ppang. yeah def would be good but sadly this just seems to be the world we live in. :(

ah yes the holy masterlist (not sarc) i have actually read in the rain and gladius maximus before, but ill go look for in class! oooh thats good! character development lol. hmmmm yes champagne problems was the angst to end all angst, that shit hurt. it was actually one of the first of your fics i read and i recall almost crying over the whole thing, it was so heartbreaking, i can see how it almost made you want to drop angst. good that youve allowed yourself some lee-way tho :)

hehe thats so cool. okay here we go, ill try not to be mortally offended (/hj)

cheese - yes same, i liked it but that was all there was, it wasnt a super standout track. it was rlly underwhelming for me but some of the hook is super catchy so there is Redemption (tm) in store for cheese maybe

thunderous - mmm, yeah at first i totally agreed, i think they suffer from too much good music syndrome, that all their other tracks are such fucking bops its hard to stay at that level of perfection. the choreo was beautiful tho and tbh, the track has grown on me since ive been watching all the vids abt it. its my brothers favourite track

domino - YES GODAMMIT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE TITLE TRACK. the raps, the vocals, the vibes, the fucking domino sound in the back? i would have streamed that shit on repeat. but tbh, as good as it is, it doesnt have that sort of grandness/oomph that skz seems to like in their title tracks so i can see why they chose thunderous (tho domino would have been so good) *sigh*

ssick - yeah same, not my fave track by a long mile, the crowd cheering was a ?strange? choice and the chorus was a bit bare/empty, plus like i mentioned earlier, it was kinda funny to me for some reason but ill still play it if im playing thru the whole album

the view - ahh one of those not like other girls (/j) i honestly think its just a good party song, just a bop to play in the background when nobodys rlly paying much attention. its pretty generic pop music but catchy

sorry, i love you - hehe yeah i thought it was going to be sadder as well, but i rlly loved the fact that they all just got to sing, which almost never happens, i dont think ive heard felix sing for a long time, so i enjoyed it. wasnt rlly a standout track but i just casually like it. looking forward to the fic haha

silent cry - this song i swear, some bits are rlly good and then others are just? why?? it does sound like a dance song tho idk. definitely not one of my faves either

secret secret - YES its so good! its such a chill song and i love their vocals in it. the combination of lo-fi/fake strings backup stuff and their heavenly vocals just makes it *chefs kiss* im listening to it rn and just... its so beautiful. it gives me pumped up another day vibes ya know? like my pace is edgy get cool, this one is energetic another day i feel like. overall i love it

STAR LOST - ah thats so cool! i didnt know that! on first listen this song had a similar vibe to secret secret but then the beat came in and ahh its such a good song. i can totally imagine them putting this song to a concert footage vid, this song is so sweet.

red lights - LMAO YES ITS SO AWKWARD WHY DOES IT GO ON FOR SO LONG ah thats good! yeah good point, its quite intense hehe. but that is my fave trope and this is lowkey my favourite track on the album so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just the combination of hyunjins and chans voices, the backing music, the lyrics ahh red lights my beloved

surfin’ - yes lmao its always a shock, i feel like they should have put gone away in between them, but its such a fun cute song, i cant get rlly mad. yeah, as an aussie i think im contractually obligated to like beaches lol. sand im not such a fan of, but my familys rlly into fishing and my brother loves bodyboarding so we stay at a beach house at least twice a year and we live like 5 mins from 3 different beaches (hehe all aussie cities are on the coast lol) so thats cool. do you like beaches?

gone away - ah gone away my beloved, i love this song sm, its just so pure and showcases their vocals and lyrics so well. yes the pitch change is very out of the blue, i feel liek they went directly from seungmins soft vocals to hans powerful ones which was an interesting choice, but hey, im not complaining

wolfgang - YES IKR ah im so happy he got to be included in that era and song. yeah its such a full on song i cant rlly listen to it if im in a quiet mood but its very motivating :)

hehe mood, i hope they do! ahhh no rest, but at least you wont have to pull a blink and wait a year for any word from the group lol. im not rlly into nct but im excited for them! ah hopefully youll be able to sneak some rest into that chaotic schedule, with enhypen (idk if u stan but yeah) squeezed into it haha

<3 w.a. 🐺

i wheezed at partner in crime, it reminded me of smth. i have a lee know fic in the drafts that i wrote 'in honor' of him (and his departure-ish). i'll tag you when i finish it, if you want. it's a rather hilarious one.

oh my god. based on my experience on the collabs i've joined before, writing explicit shit for '01 & '02 is not accepted (nct's maknaes) but with enha's hyung line '01 & '02 somehow it's okay? i do a double take every time i see fics like those i mean, technically, it's legal but still what the fuck. maybe it's just not for me at the moment. not at us venting our frustration about this. it's just something that's so accepted here that i am (in all honesty) slightly uncomfortable about. but oh well. that's kpop writerblr for you.

man i could've linked all the fics in the ask instead so you wouldn't have to go looking for them! i think i saw you like in class the other day (the fic i renamed into sharp-tongued, god it took me a while to remember the new title). describing champagne problems as an angst to end all angst is one way to put what i was feeling back in december. it just hurt to write and admit?? if that ever happened to me i would prolly cry :d

okay back to the album talk! i love how you answered with more thoughts. i love exchanges like these! i am a victim of the cheese hook and it's now one of my favorite tracks in the album. PLS, TOO MUCH GOOD MUSIC SYNDROME. that's on our self-producing kings 😌💅 also, your brother has taste! as i am typing this, domino's currently playing in my head and i realized that too, that it doesn't have that 'vibe' of a skz title track. honestly, this could be a title track of another group. ssick is starting to grown on me because i found the beats cool kdjsk not the not like other girls 😭 the view is the generic pop that i don't like but i get why a lot of people enjoy it. sorry i love you scratches a certain itch that i find myself singing the first few lines every time i remember it. i too would want to hear felix sing more!

> a mini junction on the album talk bc i got side tracked. on that topic, i want skz to switch positions at some point like i know those allrounders are capable of doing so. specifically, i want to hear seungmin rap!!!! (yk in the recent weekly idol he talked faster than changbin in a challenge and changbin is like the fastest rapper in kpop that's active atm if im not mistaken. my dandy boy has some potential and i want it UNLEASHED.)

back to album talk. silent cry is basically sad music to twerk to. secret secret is definitely one of my favorite tracks :( i loved how you compared the tracks HAJSAH i burst out laughing bc yk what, you're right! i want to make a star lost edit of skz but i simply do not have the time i want to cry. i love the song so much. ok, my dreaded track, red lights. idt i have played the track since we last talked. my friend sent me the lyrics tho and i'm itching to write a twisted au out of it. idk if you're comfortable with yandere but somewhere along those themes. the obsessive type of love that's sweet at first but turns rotten. IMAGINE IF THEY PUT GONE AWAY BETWEEN ASHJA it's like going from 50 shades to the notebook.

i was about to ask if you lived near the coast and you literally mentions it here god im so stupid. yes i LOOOOOOOOOVE beaches so much. living in an archipelago is fun :( i live in a part of the country that's more island than city so every time i want some vitamin sea it's accessible. i heard the waves in australia are great :( anYWHOOO gone away :(( every time it plays im compelled to skip it because it makes me sAD AND NOWADAYS I DONT HAVE THE TIME TO BE SAD. contrary to you, i dislike my quiet moods because i tend to overthink a lot.

i have this little analogy about how there are stays that enjoy songs the generic pop + mellow songs and then there are other stays that enjoy the noisy tracks. in my mind, it's like a perfect balance that makes me feel like all the tracks are loved in the end. just by different people.

PULL A BLINK. bro i fucking hate yg entertainment. they have the biggest kpop girl group LOCKED in their basement when they could be (and i mean this in the most business-like way not morally) milking money of the quad. they're yg's biggest hope at not being bankrupt atm so it's a damn fucking mystery to me as to how they aren't doing anything. (jk i just realized lisa solo album soon, but i still need a ot4 cb hELLO)

i stopped looking forward to the teasers. rest > kpop boys. i don't want to sound like a cult member but have you tried checking out nct? are they just not your thing? (i get it tho, that's one hard group to get into). and yes i do stan enhypen!

wow i love how long these asks are! they're like online penpals. but i also want to ask about you! how have you been lately? are you feeling okay both mentally and physically? how's the weather there? do you have anything that you want to talk about? maybe an interesting book you read? feel free to bring up anything you want to share! i'm getting conscious about talking about myself HAJHSJ

and yet another long answer B) i am sooo sorry T___T should these ask exchanges feel draining to you, feel free to stop sending them in AAAA

[heleizition]

I demand for fic recs from you!!!!!!! *excited screaming*

im guessing we’re going for dc fics here bc thats the only fandom ive posted for in a while sefojfseosjef sorry haikyuu u_u

ive been inhaling a few 1000k+ words of dc fics over the past three months so have this whole list because i couldn’t just choose some i had to give all of them

many of these were in the most bookmarked fics of the tags i was looking up so u might have already read them......

Damian Wayne sneezes like a kitten 

Gen, 3k, exactly what the title says, adorable, damian and tim shenanigans

Liminal Spaces

Serie, Mature, 195k, TW for violence, depression, tim really isnt doing so well, reference to attempted assault in the second big fic Compression. 

Bruce from the Young Justice cartoon rescue Tim from comics (but like worse) from letting him just, slowly kill himself with work and Depression, except the situation is worse than that and tim needs a hug.

Oh Brother

T, 10k, reference to the all for the game/the foxhole court books, but can totally be understood without any knowledge of them (idk shit about them). jay goes to college far away from gotham and his family just drops in and hes Annoyed.

Tim Drake is the saddest person I’ve ever met

Gen, 5k7, heavy references to depression. Damian gains some empathic powers for a little while and learns that Tim is really not doing so fine.

Aemulatio

Gen, 4k, Duke and some moments with the members of his new family !!!!

Repeat your favorite mistakes and love them all again

Bruce/Clark, T, 160k, the kids get deaged and Bruce has to deal with them but Clark ends up helping. Dads.

hold him close.

Gen, 4k, ABO AU, Bruce gets hit with cuddle pollen and his victim is tim.

I’m alone here, I think

Tim/Kon, T, 93k, Witch AU, stuff happens and Tim ends up forgotten by his loved ones on a greek island, and then one day Kon shows up, even tho he doesn’t remember Tim. (honestly its a hard fic to explain without revealing that much but MAN its amazing)

Don’t touch me

T, 13k, Tim gets hit with a pollen that gives him unbearable pain when he doesnt have a skin to skin contact with another person, which causes problems when he’s never been fond of it to beging with

Love Song

Gen, 2k8, Tim is determined to make Damian call him a big brother, but Damian is stubborn.

The Antonym of Philtre

M, 3k, attempted assault. Dick gets roofied at a gala.

Watch this

Gen, 2k4, Hal and Barry are worried about Batman’s new partner.

Leap, Fall, Fly

Tim/Kon, E, 12k3, Tim and Kon figure some stuff out.

Two Bird, One Stone(d)

Gen, 5k8, mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts.Tim ends up stoned after a drug bust, and Dick and Bruce take care of him.

Bat Naps

T, 6k8, all of the batkids have learned to take naps in their own personal different way.

The Vulnerable

T, 3k2, attempted assault. Everyone is out of town so Jason is in charge of looking out for Tim.

Conner Kent VS the menstrual hygiene aisle

T, 1k, Trans Tim asks Conner to get him tampons because thats what bros do.

Juneberries

T, 68k, Tim gets kidnapped while helping Damian escape, mind break follows.

When you’re in pieces (and still falling apart)

Serie, M, 9k, mentions of assault and sex work. Dick disappear from Gotham and Bruce’s life after he gets kicked out.

free (as a bird)

T, 11k8, mentions of child abuse. Autistic Tim growing up as Robin.

On my chest, on my heart

T, 20k3, Tim/Kon, no capes or powers AU, high school AU where seniors get assigned a pen pal.

Mind you head, i’ve lost my mind

M, 9k6, Tim helps Conner deal with his anxiety.

Implications

T, 19k, Tim/Bart. Bart has a Tim related revelation. Teen angst follows.

Boys of Summers

T, 5k4, Tim/Kon, side Kon/Cassie. No capes/powers AU. Tim gets sent to summer camp and meets Conner.

The Stand-In

M, 2k3. Depression. Sometimes Tim feels like Tim Drake is just a stand in for Robin.

“no” and other four letter words

M, 24k, past abuse disussions, coping with trauma. In which Dick Grayson learns about consent.

(this last fic is actually the one my friend made me read and that got me really invested . .. these are my KIDS your honor)

ayyyy here we are i could have added much more but its half past midnight and i work tmrw .... hope i at least made you discover some fics!!!!

[stumacherstan]

Yandere Stu Macher Alphabet

A- Attribute: What brought on this side of them? What made them suddenly click?

• I suppose it’d be your introverted personality with that of a beautiful laugh every time somebody said something stupid or funny

• he would just being the class clown he is and he saw you finally laugh -at- with him

• Stu saw your eyes light up and your content grin at him and he had never decided to fall harder at the person who hardly spared him a glance

B- Blood- If they’re extreme how messy are they willing to get?

• C‘mom, he’s a murderer

• and with his heart on the line for you

• he’s willing to get messy as all hell for you or to protect you. as long as you’re okay, he’ll do as he pleases.

C- Cope - Do they try to deal with this jealousy sooner so they don’t lash out?

• Yes. Stu is more distant with emotions and has a more of a need to keep you with him at all times

• but he also understands that friendship is important to you so he tries so hard to not let it get under his skin

• he tries to hang out with you and your friends more often so he could get use to it but he has limits

• when those limits are reached, his moodiness is noticed

D-Death, Do they feel any sorrow for their victims at all?

• No. it’s their fault for trying to win your heart.

• fuck those people, you’re his.

E- Earnest, Are they intense?

• Stu is a hit or miss

• he could be intense or he could be his regular goofball self

• “I’ll kill him (Y/N)! Don’t test me, I’ll do it right in fucking of you.”

• “Hahaha, look at how his blood dribbles out his eyes babe. I SAID LOOK!”

• sometimes he’s more intense when he’s angry but he tries to not scare you too much.

F-Fight, How would they feel if you fought back against them?

• Stu is upset.

• He’s use to getting what he wants

• why are you fighting him :( don’t you see that he loves you?

• He just wants to be with you.

G- Game: How much do they enjoy watching you run and have a fearful expression?

• the fearful expression is 100% a turn on

• the running is tedious and a waste of time

• he’s going to catch you anyway

• but when Stu sees the fear, frustration, and anger in your eyes. god, wow, he loves it

H- Hell: What would be your worst experience with them?

• Your worst time with him is when you keep telling him how he’s a monster and you will never love him

• everyone has a breaking point (Y/N) and he doesn’t care if he hits you at that point. if you don’t have anything nice to say, then don’t fucking say it all

• but the worst part is after stu is done programming you that you WILL love him, and that you NEED him

• it’s when he’s lovebombing and telling you, you’re crazy for accusing him of being so cruel to you. he’s been nothing but patient and sweet with you

I- Iron: How emotionally stable would you be throughout the events that unfold?

• Not very stable lmao

• you’d get whiplash and get confused with him

• he says he loves you but then does something of love

• and it’s just why, why you?

J- Jet- How fast would it happen for them to go yandere?

• Stu is naturally territorial person but likes to give his partners time and space- sometimes

• it would take about a month before it kicks in that other people also want you

• and he can’t have that. you’re only his.

K- Kill- Would they hurt anyone to get to you?

yes, no other explanation needed.

L-Lonely, How much loneliness would they feel if you two were apart?

• Stu would get bored out of his mind and hella lonely

• where’s his darling? the love of his life? where? ;( come back baby

M- Might: How aggressive would they be towards you?

• Stu tries not to be! but as said above, everybody has their breaking point

• he isn’t past hitting you but feels bad about it afterwards

N- Next: Would they ever move on after you?

• perhaps. it would just probably take him awhile but you’d always be on the back of his mind.

O- Oppression- How many rights would they take away from you?

• you can only go outside if you’re with him

• you can’t have any closed doors, why would you shut yourself away from him?

• you have a tracking thing on you so he���ll always see where you are

P- Prize: Would they consider this a game?

• it first, for sure

• but games can be tiring

• and he wants you now.

Q- Quality: Would they to be secretive or be flashy about what they do?

• both. you can only go outside with him

• so when you’re out at with him, he’ll make crude jokes how you’re trapped with him and you’re stuck with him forever

• and people don’t take it too seriously because that’s Stu Macher for you

• he’d be secretive when people start asking why they don’t see you as often anymore

• “Why is your fucking business”

R- Rain: Would they keep you trapped inside forever?

• you can go outside sometimes, only with him tho

S- Stalker: Would they stalk you? How intense would it go?

• Stu would stalk you!!!

• It would get so intense that you slowly start noticing your things being moved or missing

• it made you paranoid that somebody was following you but you never saw anybody

• it makes him excited to play early into the cat and mouse game

T-Turmoil, Would they force you to team up with them?

• Ehhhhh

• i’m not sure with this one

• i feel like it’d be a bro thing to him to go killing with Billy

• but he would tell you all about it excitingly like a puppy

U-Usage, Would they use you to get what they desire?

• no. you’re all he desires

• no need to use you if he already has you.

V- Version: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

• perhaps be one of those sweet yanderes that tries to give you the whole world

• he doesn’t threaten your family as he knows they don’t mean as much as your friends

• he will never keep you isolated for too long, Stu doesn’t like to be apart from you too long. no matter how “bad” you’ve been

W-Wild Card, a random yandere headcannon.

I totally feel like Stu would totally kiss your ass after stockholm syndrome kicks in. He’s less possessive over you as you realize you only want and need him, nevertheless keeps a close on you. He’ll just worship the ground you walk on as an apology for hurting you. Stu is sorry for your trauma :( but he needed you to undertand how much he loves you.

X- Xenophobia: How much would they get angry from their jealousy?

• Stu has one of those short tempers

• it doesn’t take much for jealous to make him angry

• and he snaps quickly by grabbing you and walking away with you

• he doesn’t forget the persons face who made you laugh at something other than what he says

Y- Yander: How many crimes would they commit?

• Perhaps only murder

• he’s a rich boy, no need to steal anything for you.

• oh and arson.

Z-Zesty letters, give me your own and I’ll answer it!

[thanksjro]

Eugenesis, Part One, Scene Six: My OCs, Let Me Show You Them

Mirage fucked up, guys.

Because he fucked up, Mainframe- yeah, he’s here in the narrative now, don’t worry about it- has to do some digging in that data they nabbed from the Decepticon fortress. It takes a little doing, but he’s able to uncover a few files that haven’t been completely junked. Unfortunately, it doesn’t answer the question of where the flying fucks came from. Shockwave wasn’t even sure where they came from, just that they showed up in ‘86 with empty heads.

While Mainframe is busy doing that, Mirage gets a little aside, thinking about Nightbeat’s transfer, and wondering if Prowl and Perceptor actually told him what was up. He decides to not worry about things he can’t control- which is pretty much everything going on at present- and goes to find Ultra Magnus so they can have a little chat.

MEANWHILE, ON CYBERTRON, Nightbeat’s writing up his report on Longtooth’s disappearance. He adds a note about watching out for the victim’s friends, stating that grief may be confused for weakness in such a cramped, hectic space.

Nightbeat, my dear, you confound me so.

He decides to give his report to Rodimus personally, seeing as he’s right across the hall. He steps out his door to immediately find the Prime, being trailed by Prowl. Prowl asks how his flight was, but when Nightbeat tries to tell him about being attacked by Cyclonus and Scourge, Prowl cuts him off with an “excellent!”. IDW Prowl isn’t the only prickish one, it would seem. Actually, Prowl’s acting as an assistant to Rodimus here, complete with a clipboard. I’ll bet he prefers this go-around to the one where his superior was Grimlock.

Nightbeat asks Rodimus just why he’s here, and gets a bit of a runaround for his troubles. It takes a while to get a straight answer, but he eventually finds out that he’s wanted for a mission. No details as of yet- Rodimus doesn’t want to tell him, worried that knowing what’s going on beforehand might put the detective in danger. For all his faults, Rodders really does care. He invites Nightbeat to join him in visiting AMC1- Autobot Medical Center, I assume- and they jump into the sewers to start making their way over.

Rodimus hears something. He goes ahead to check it out.

...

Are you telling me these come off? Like, they’re supposed to? Has Rodimus Prime, chosen leader of the Autobots, matrix-bearer extraordinaire, been fighting a war in Ugg boots this entire time?

…Does that mean the Hooves™ come off too?

Eugenesis is making me question things, and it really wasn’t the things I was expecting to question.

Anyway, his sweet moves have been wasted, because what he heard wasn’t the enemy, but rather fellow Autobot and Original Character, Quark.

(No hate towards OCs, of course- I have a few myself.)

Quark is a nervous little fella, stuttering out an explanation of having found a previously-unknown route to get to the Autobase. Rodimus agonizes over this a bit, lamenting how he always seems to be the last to know about things on any given day.

MEANWHILE, ON CYBERTRON… AGAIN, Soundwave just got out of the shower and is on his way to Galvatron’s throne room. He enters the dark, dank depths, passing by busts of former Decepticon leaders as he does.

Turns out Galvatron isn’t actually comatose, but he is pretty introspective these days. He asks Soundwave if Sixshot can be trusted, then orders that his cassettes go and keep an eye on him. Soundwave asks if he’s looking for a reason to off Sixshot, and Galvatron fires back with what can be constituted as a “no u.”

BACK ON AQUARIA, The Quintessons are building ships, and Death’s Head wishes he had brought more ammo. Hearing voices behind him, he climbs up into the ceiling- characters do that a lot in Roberts’ stories- just in time to escape the notice of Lord Xenon, Imperial Majestrix, & Leader of the Quintessons, and his lackey Haxian. They’re joined by General Rodern, who’s ready to get a move on.

Death’s Head could just shoot them all right now. He sure wants to.

However, the plot is having other ideas, and his cloak decides that now is the perfect time to unfurl itself and make his location known. He’s pulled to the floor and gets put through step one of a tentacle hentai, then is tossed to his assumed death. Lord Xenon seems to be unaware that Death’s Head is a bad bitch and you can’t kill him. He demands that the body be brought to the interrogation room, just in case.

Haxian reports that a hyper shuttle has been spotted coming into orbit.

On the stolen Autobot shuttle, we get a scene devoted almost purely to dialogue, but it boils down to this, more or less:

It seems that our flying fucks do know a couple things after all- they’re aware of the Quintessons, and at least some of their battle tactics, and when to call it quits.

MEANWHILE back at the Autobase, Quark’s visiting with his buddy Rev-Tone in the medi-bay, where he’s still in a good deal of pain from getting his legs blown off in Helex. They’re still blown off, but that’s not important. What is important is that Rev-tone’s a huge gossip, and a little birdie told him that Throwback’s, well, back. Quark reacts with shock and awe.

I have no idea if this an appropriate response on Quark’s part, because Throwback doesn’t appear to be a character within the canon of The Transformers. As far as I can tell, he’s another OC.

Why do I have a feeling this character is poking fun at crossover events?

Quark goes over to talk to Throwback, who’s hooked up to some medical readouts across the way.

Okay, this is a bit. This character exists to do a bit.

Quark goes back to Rev-Tone and breaks martial law by sneaking him some Hypergrade- high grade or engex in other continuities- which Rev-Tone immediately starts slinging back, with a mouth I’m not totally convinced he actually has. We’ll get to that in a moment.

That’s kind of gay, Quark. Man, Roberts was really coming at us with the gay robots from the very start.

Rev-Tone asks if Quark’s going to the inspection, and Quark says he’s required to, seeing as he’s part of Kup’s squad. He says he’ll be back to visit as soon as the event’s over. Oh, Nightbeat was in this scene too, off reading the bulletin board. Rodimus was meeting with First Aid off in the office. They were busy doing their own things.

BACK on Earth, Centurion is getting his first tattoo- I mean, Autobrand.

I’m sorry, what?

This is canonically how this goes in the Marvel comics. All your robot-bros pour a little of their blood into a cup, and then you inject it into your bloodstream. Comics are friggin’ wild, man.

This is the happiest moment of Centurion’s life.

It lasts for about twenty seconds.

Mirage grabs Ultra Magnus, pulls him aside, and they have a very brief discussion, before Mirage storms away, Ratchet in tow. Ultra Magnus, all eyes now on him- Mirage knows how to make an exit- tells his fellow city-dwellers that he has some bad news.

A lot happened these last few pages. We got a hint at what Nightbeat’s Iacon transfer was about, saw Rodimus protect his boys, Death’s Head got thrown at a spaceship, the triad exploded, a robot indulged what might be a drinking problem, Centurion joined the Autobots, and Ultra Magnus delivered a cliff-hanger. We’re really gearing up for some stuff to go down.

Okay, so getting back to Rev-Tone...

Rev-Tone is a funny character. At the time of publication, he was just another OC. Unlike Quark, however, who just got his name recycled, he snuck into the story of MTMTE in issue #48, by way of being a prisoner in the Grindcore camp. He’s the guy who gets a mouth made via violence, and might have been in the “teleporter” later on. Still, he only had a speaking role, and was never actually shown. All we know about MTMTE Rev-Tone looks-wise is that he doesn’t have a mouth. Here, though, with the power of PDF downloads, I have the extensive collection of Rev-Tone reference images for all your fan-art needs.

Boom. Full body reference.

Look at that gorgeous face.

You’re welcome, artist’s community. Now get on those hot, steamy Rev-Tone pinups I know you’ve been dying to create.

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I Think We Have Chemistry

Summary: In which Logan is an indirect matchmaker and Roman uses some truly awful puns to flirt with his lab partner.

Words: 2904

Notes: This was Logince before it was Prinxiety, but eventually I realized how much I love writing platonic bantering Logince, so here we are. This is purely self-indulgent. I know only the basics of chem, so please don't murder me, although if you want to make any corrections that's cool by me.If you want some cool music to jam to after reading this try Dissolve by Absofacto. Thanks for reading!

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Roman loved lab days. If he were someone else, he would probably continue by saying that it was the last class of his day before he was allowed to return home and relax, finally freed from academic burdens. But he was him. So even though he loved science in general, the special thing about lab was it allowed him to actually do something. He enjoyed reading and studying as much as the next guy, but after a while, that could only do so much. Even though it only happened once a week, being able to physically perform an experiment, to work out conclusions for himself and see first-hand how the world worked...well, nothing could compare.

He also looked forward to lab because of his partner. Virgil was a “measure-ten-times-cut-once” kind of guy, and usually that kind of excessive paranoia would irritate Roman, but in this case, he found it almost endearing. Without his researching and proofreading skills, their lab reports wouldn’t be anywhere near the level of accuracy and thoroughness that they were. Something that could be annoying, however, was his lack of reaction to Roman’s attempts at flirting. Case in point: their current conversation.

“...and after that, I learned to always bring a change of clothes for combustion labs,” he finished with a triumphant grin. In the eighth grade, he’d damaged one of his favorite shirts, which read “NEVER TRUST AN ATOM: THEY MAKE UP EVERYTHING”, due to his lack of expertise in using lab equipment. It had been embarrassing at the time, but now it was one of his favorite stories to tell: he, a foolhardy yet earnest student, the victim of an overzealous, malignant Bunsen burner. It usually drew out a hearty guffaw from any crowd, but earned only an alarmed grimace from his lab partner. Jeez. This guy was impossible to impress! He slouched back in his chair, trying to maintain a facade of casualness. “Anyway,” he continued, “what were you saying?”

He felt his brother give him a pointed look from across the room. Roman could hear him already. Don’t waste class time, Roman! Pursue non-academic interests outside of school, Roman! He ignored him. Logan had always been a killjoy. He’d make up lost points on the final.

Virgil peered at the clock and cursed under his breath. “Well, I guess Google exists for a reason,” he quipped, dumping the remains of their half-completed lab down the sink.

Roman laughed, perhaps a little more boisterously than was necessary, and started scrubbing the beaker Virgil handed him. “Yeah, totally.”

The bell rang over the intercom just as they finished cleaning up. “I guess I’ll text you later to work on the report.”

“Sure thing!”

Virgil gave him a quick salute and walked out of the classroom, bookbag draped carefree over one shoulder, gait elegantly loose. His hair was growing out. Chestnut roots emerged in stark contrast to the dye, and one aubergine lock curled like a question mark at the nape of his neck. He watched him disappear into the hallway, eventually becoming indistinguishable from the rest of the sea of students.

He hated thinking that--that Virgil was indistinguishable. Virgil was very distinct. Despite not fitting the classic cool guy mold, he was undeniably cool. Maybe not popular, or athletic, or social, or--okay, he was getting off-track now. Virgil was quiet, but never standoffish. He was true to his word and always held up his end of the work, never slacking off or making excuses. He was precise and grounded and paid attention to the little details. Paired with Roman’s knowledgeability, they were a laboratory dream team. Possibly a dream team outside of lab work as well.

“That’s my chair.” A sharp voice crashed into Roman’s daydreams.

He jerked up, face flaming. Right--the AP chemistry class. “Hello! So it is! Well, I will get out of your way, then!” He scrambled for his books and shoved them into his bookbag. He winced when, in his haste, his lab worksheet crumpled under his textbook, but slung it on his back anyway and pulled out the chair with a flourish. “Sorry about that. Have a pleasant day!” he called to his teacher. Some of the students laughed good-naturedly as he strode out, including the teacher, who turned back to his lesson with a grin on his face. As annoyed as they had been, they still liked him, or at least thought he was decent. Was he not charming, funny, all the things a potential romantic interest ought to be? What was he not getting?

~

“I know you like him, but this is not helping your chemistry grade,” Logan said as soon as Roman got home.

“Were you just standing at the door this whole time?”

“I arrived only a few minutes ago.”

“We take the same route!”

“I walk faster.”

“At least give me an opportunity to sit,” he grouched, but launched into a vent as soon as he dropped his bookbag on the floor, ending the soliloquy with “I’ve tried everything--everything!--and he’s still so…” He sighed, pushing hair away from his face.

“Unresponsive?”

"Yes, exactly! He just nods and goes right back to the class!”

“Perhaps that’s because it’s a class.”

“I know, I know, participation, pay attention, bla bla bla. Jeez, Mom.”

“I’m your brother.”

“Don’t be so literal. My point is, you’d think he’d at least laugh just a little bit. Is that not so much to ask? I told him about the Bunsen burner incident, and he just looked at me like--”

“I’m sorry, the what incident?”

Roman snapped and pointed at Logan. “Exactly like that! Just like I was an--an idiot!” He groaned, draping one arm over his forehead and fanning himself with the other. “What am I doing wrong?”

“Hm.” Logan furrowed his brow thoughtfully, trailing off into silence.

“Don’t just sit there, it’s making me nervous,” he said half-jokingly.

“Well, have you considered that he doesn’t understand?”

“Pardon?”

“I’m saying it’s very much possible that he hasn’t noticed your advances. You may need to stop beating around the bush and be more direct.”

“This is as direct as it gets!”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been making normal conversation. Like how you talk to me--”

“Ew--”

“--so are you certain?”

“Quite--” he started, affronted, then stopped. “Wait.” The inkling of an idea that had just occurred to him started to solidify. Of course! He prided himself on his charisma. Why hadn’t he thought of that before? A little miffed that his ironically aromantic brother had just suggested such an obvious solution, he proclaimed, “Logan, you’re a genius!” and grabbed his bookbag.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a little research, so to speak. Nothing too excessive, but!” He paused for dramatic effect. “Prepare to have your mind blown.”

Logan still looked surprised, but quickly settled into satisfaction. “Fantastic. I’m glad to see your spirits are raised.”

“Talk later, Pocket Bro-tector!” His mind already racing with daydreams, Roman sprinted back to his room, plopped in front of his desk, and flipped his laptop open. He could feel the electricity coursing through it when his fingers hovered over the keyboard, or maybe that was just the adrenaline. Either way, it was thrilling. He typed in a quick search and opened a new Word document to record. This was perfect. What could be more direct than a pickup line?

~

Roman waltzed into lab the next week and snapped up two worksheets from his teacher’s desk. He’d debated putting the plan into action through text over the weekend, but eventually decided it would be more effective in person. So here he was, in person, with a fountain of chemistry puns ready to fall from his mouth at the drop of a hat. There was no way Virgil wouldn’t notice now. Roman seated himself, fingers drumming in anticipation. He was golden.

Virgil walked in a few minutes later, placing last week’s lab report on their teacher’s desk. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Oh, you know. Same soup reheated.” On the other side of the lab, Logan was giving him a questioning look. He grinned back before passing Virgil a worksheet. Their fingers brushed, barely. He swooned.

Virgil’s eyes flew back and forth at lightning speed, scanning the paper. “I’ll grab the equipment if you can get the reactants.”

“Ooh, what are they this time?”

“Copper...some other stuff.”

"Ah! Speaking of copper, are you made of it and tellurium? Because you’re C-U-T-E.”

Across the room, Logan facepalmed.

“O...kay?” he said unsurely. “I’ll just. Get that stuff now.”

Roman turned his back, partially to get the samples, partially to recover. He chewed his lip. Okay. Focus, Roman! You got this! He patted his pocket to reassure himself. He’d printed the compilation of pick-up lines at the library earlier, and it was there if he needed it. Which he wouldn’t, obviously! His natural charm would prevail.

And also, he had the entire thing memorized. He supposed there was that as well.

Roman returned with five Ziploc bags of metal samples. The scale squealed on the tabletop when Virgil slid it over. “Is this everything?” Virgil picked up the manual again.

“Indeed! Let us begin.”

Virgil read over the first page again and frowned. “Hey, you know the periodic table pretty well, right? Which one is eleven?”

See? It’s all working out! “You, because you’re sodium--”

“U?” he frowned. “Isn’t uranium, like, ninety or something?”

“Yes--well, yes, but you see--I, uh--” he stuttered before going abruptly silent.

“What?”

Roman ducked his head, hoping his hair would hide his burning cheeks. “Nothing. Never mind.”

“Uh, sure.” He scratched the back of his neck before holding out a hand. “Hand me the copper?”

~

The bell sounded over the intercom, signifying the end of the period. They had managed to get through the procedure on time, mainly because Roman was too preoccupied with worrying to continue with the pick-up lines. If he wasn’t being as straightforward as possible before, he was now. How was it possible for someone to be so oblivious?

“Same time next week,” Virgil deadpanned, getting up to leave.

Come on, Roman, he scolded himself. The period was ending. This might be the only chance he could get. “Wait!”

“Yeah?” He looked at him expectantly.

Roman cursed the stars. His mind had gone completely blank--so much for memorization--and it wasn’t like he could just pull out the reference sheet right now. “Um.” Very eloquent. Come on, something! “If there was no gravity on Earth, I’d still fall for you,” he blurted.

Virgil stared at him blankly, and without another word, left.

What was that? How had things gotten so bad that he’d resorted to physics? He hadn't even researched that! He was paralyzed. He wanted to dissolve like salt in water, until he was part of the air. He wanted to evaporate and catapult himself out of the troposphere. He snatched up his bookbag and stalked outside to head home.

Logan appeared at his shoulder not long after. “What was that?” he hissed.

He scoffed. “I did what you said. Hypocrite much?”

“When did I say to do--” He performed a series of elaborate, meaningless gestures. “--that?”

“You said to be more direct!”

“I didn’t mean like that!”

“Then what did you mean?”

“I meant a heart-to-heart talk or something!”

“So for me to just--profess my love or something? Are you crazy?”

“Oh, so I’m the crazy one? Copper and tellurium aren’t even particularly reactive!”

“It was a creative liberty!”

“There are no creative liberties in science!”

“There are in the science of seduction!”

Logan huffed. “I’m not even going to validate that with a response.”

“Fine! I didn’t need you to rub it in anyway!”

They were so busy arguing they hadn’t even realized they were already home. Logan’s face softened. “I apologize, Roman. I shouldn’t have behaved so harshly. That was...inconsiderate of me.”

“Jeez, don’t say that. Now I have to apologize, too.”

"Did it really go so badly?”

"At least give me a chance to sit down,” he said, but didn’t even wait this time. “I think he hates me. He didn’t even say anything! Just--left.”

“I doubt that. The worse case is you made things very uncomfortable.”

“Thanks.”

“But even if that’s what happened, you should be able to patch things up and act in a professional manner. If things really aren’t working, you could always request to switch partners, but the school year will be ending soon anyway--” He cut himself off. “I’m not helping, are I.”

“Not in the slightest.”

Logan shuffled his feet. “As a gesture of goodwill and comfort,” he started. “Would you enjoy a hug?”

“Whoa, what? Human contact? From Logan Browne?”

“Well, scientifically speaking, it does release dopamine--”

“C’mere,” he said, throwing his arms around his brother’s shoulders before realizing he had no idea how to hug him. The material of his button-down shirt scratched his neck unpleasantly. He patted Logan on the back stiffly before peeling away.

Logan wrinkled his nose. “That was rather awkward.”

“Only if you make it.”

“Do you feel better?”

Roman paused. “You know what? I think I do.”

“Satisfactory.”

“I’m just glad I won’t have to see him for another week.”

"You can’t avoid him forever,” Logan warned.

“I know,” he muttered.

“Well, when you do have to confront him...I’m more than happy to act as moral support.”

Roman laughed. “That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Isaac Nerd-ton.”

He squinted. “How am I more of a nerd than you?”

“The glasses.”

“You have glasses, too--”

“Not anymore!” he declared, pointing to the corner of one eye. “Contacts now. And my eyes have always been better than yours.”

“We have the same prescription!”

“We do not!” he countered, before both of them collapsed in a fit of giggles.

~

“And that’s a wrap, folks! Great job!” Roman’s teacher clapped his hands. “You’re dismissed.”

Thank the stars. Roman had been filled with dread the entirety of lab and the preceding twenty or so hours. It had both relieved and heightened his anxiety when Virgil barely spoke or made eye contact, flushing red and looking away whenever Roman caught his eye. On one hand, he didn’t have to talk about the previous week’s antics, but on the other, the air felt too tense to so much as look at him. Glad that the period was over, he grabbed his bookbag and started towards the door.

He glanced over his shoulder to see where Logan was--he wanted intensely to beat him home for once--only to see Virgil talking to a taller boy who had a wide grin on his face. Roman recognized him as a Patton something-or-other who’d been in his class in eighth grade. They didn’t talk much, but he seemed nice enough. He hadn’t known he and Virgil were friends.

The two of them looked directly at him, Virgil swallowing nervously. Roman wheeled back around, more intent on leaving this time, as Patton laughed brightly. Apparently, he wasn’t so kind. Humiliation boiled in his gut. FIne. Let them laugh at him. He didn’t care. Or, at least, he could pretend he didn’t.

Logan sidled over to him. “He’s coming this way,” he muttered.

“What?”

“He’s walking over,” he repeated.

“I heard you the first time,” he said between gritted teeth, “but what?”

“I don’t know, I just-- Oh, hello. Virgil, is it?” he said coolly.

Roman’s head snapped up. He immediately wished he’d kept looking down.

Virgil stiffened. “Hey.” Behind him, Roman could see Patton giving a thumbs-up so enthusiastic he feared for his hand bones. What was going on?

“How may I help you?” Logan said.

“I, uh. Wanted to talk to Roman, actually.”

“Go ahead.”

“Uh.”

“Whatever you can say in front of Roman, you can say in front of me.”

Virgil scratched the back of his neck, sighed, and faced Roman. “Look, we have lab together, right?”

“Well, yes. We’re here right now.”

“So…” He groaned, burying his face in one hand and muttering something incomprehensible.

Roman frowned. “Pardon?”

“So,” he said, voice still slightly muffled, “I think we…” He sighed. “We have chemistry.”

Roman blinked. His stomach swooped. Was this a joke?

Virgil groaned again. “Sorry, that was just--absolutely terrible. I’m going to--” He pointed at the door.

“No, wait!” Roman grabbed his elbow before he could turn away. “That was.” He searched his brain for a word. “Uh. Thank you,” he finished lamely.

“Oh,” Virgil said. He stood up a little straighter. As if anything about that was remotely straight, Roman thought to himself with a snort. “Uh. I guess I’ll, uh.” He did a quick finger-guns motion.

“Yeah.”

“Cool.” He saluted him and started walking past them.

“Cool,” Roman echoed.

Virgil turned back and gave a hesitant smile. If it weren’t for Logan standing behind to catch him, he would have face-planted on the floor.

Logan waved a hand in front of his face. “Well?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you all set?”

Roman felt dizzy and a little lightheaded, like someone had filled him with helium and released him into an infinite expanse of blue, blue sky. A slow smile spread across his face. “Yeah. I think so.”

~

Virgil did text him, a few hours later.

Virgil (Science) After next lab? Maybe the park or smth

Me See you then

Roman loved lab days.

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Link to my fic on AO3. You can also read chapter 1 here below. Feel free to comment on what you thought of the fic! It’d be really appreciated.

It’s been 11 years since the mutation event, and 11 years since Splinter saw the man who was once his childhood friend rise to become the Shredder, the face of bigotry and hate directed against his kind. Though many people are accepting of mutants, he knows that there are also many who would fall in line with Oroku- no. Not Oroku Saki. Not anymore. Now he is only the Shredder, a villain who would see countless fall dead at his hands for simply being who they have become after Stockman’s experiment; a fate they could not control.

His old friend has grown quite powerful since he last saw him years before the event. Even in their youth Saki was a gifted Firebender, capable of using blue flame and lightning to great effect. Now he has found a new technique in his Bending. Firebenders have long been known to harness the power of their own chi to will fire into being. Now it seems that Shredder has managed to gain such control over chi that he can affect not only his own but that of others as well, severing the connection between spirit and chi within a person, cutting them off from their Bending permanently. Not even Splinter’s Energybending could restore their gifts.

Still, though Shredder has brought much pain and fear into this world Splinter has found small joys in it as well in the form of his four students, his adopted sons. Though they brought him joy as he has tried to do for them in return, he can’t help but feel pain in his heart for them and the sorrows that led to their union as a family.

First there was Leonardo, a Waterbender from the Foggy Swamp Tribe whose family left him behind in the chaos that erupted when the Shredder attacked. The great banyan-grove tree that resided there had caused a mass congregation of mutations through its connection to the Spirit Wilds just as had occurred at ground zero, Republic City itself. The Shredder had sought to bring about the end of all the mutants that had sprung up in the tribe by destroying the great banyan-grove tree using his new technique to kill the tree’s connection to the surrounding area and the Spirit Wilds. Though Splinter was unable to save the swamp from ruin at the Shredder’s hand, he was able to rescue the frightened Leo from death and take him in as his own.

Then, a year later Shredder laid siege to the city of Zaofu. Two Earthbenders, mutated into the forms of a female lizard and a male armadillo, did their best to hide their young son, Donatello, from the Shredder’s attack but sadly lost their lives in efforts to protect their child. Luckily, Splinter arrived just in time to save the young Donatello from being slaughtered as his parents had been. He still remembers holding the young turtle in his arms as he wept for the loss of his parents that night when they returned home to Republic City.

It was only a handful of months before Splinter found himself with yet another son; another turtle to his amusement. Michelangelo may not have been the Shredder’s target but he was still a victim of his nonetheless as Shredder’s attack on Republic City, in an effort to lure Splinter to his doom, led to much destruction that brought about the car accident that claimed the lives of Mikey’s parents. Splinter was called in to the Police Precinct after the incident, having informed the Police Chief that should any young mutants find themselves in need of a new home he was to be contacted at once. Mikey took to his new brothers almost immediately.

It was several years before he took in another son. This one he didn’t find through tragedy but rather by happenstance. Raphael was but 14 when Splinter found the turtle stealing food to survive. When confronted Raph attacked him with his Firebending, thinking he was in trouble with the Avatar. The fight ended quickly as Splinter used his own Bending to counter and offered to instead buy him a meal that they could talk over instead of fighting. Raphael told him about how in light of his mutation his father had attacked him and cast him from their home. Splinter felt sorry for the young Firebender and offered him a home. Though hesitant to trust him, Raphael agreed and was greeted by his three new brothers when they arrived at the Avatar’s Temple.

Over the years his sons have grown and become very capable Benders. Leonardo, who was now 17 was nothing short of a master, having trained to be skilled at not just natural Waterbending but also the arts of healing and Plantbending as well. Donatello, now 15, was as skilled at Bending metal as he was at bending other earthen materials and took full advantage of it in his inventing. Michelangelo, an energetic 14 year old, despite not having as wide a range with his Bending as his brothers did, was still gifted in his skills; enough so, that he frequently uses them in pranks around the temple. Raphael…

*sigh*

Raphael was different. No matter how hard he tried to teach him, the boy still could not even master the basics. It was as if he weren’t even trying. Raphael could create fire no problem, even large amounts of it if he lost his cool. It was simply controlling that fire that seemed difficult for him as he couldn’t direct flames very well and making precise movements with such fire was proving to be essentially impossible for the young Bender. His form and technique were both sloppy to say the least. Two years into his training and still no improvement.

“Again,” Splinter said with a sigh as Raphael failed in performing a basic Firebending technique once more.

Raph took a deep breath.

“Just relax and remember why you’re doing this,” the turtle whispered to himself as he drew in another breath only for his focus to be completely disrupted by Mikey bursting in with loud enthusiasm.

“MIKEY!”

The Airbender just ignored him and flew past on an air scooter before coming to a stop.

“Guys, guys, guys! Check this out!” Mikey exclaimed as he pulled out a poster for a Pro-Bending match that was being held downtown.

“It’s Pro-Bending. So? What’s so great about it?” Raph questioned with irritation at Mikey’s exuberance as they were joined by Leo and Donnie.

“So?! It’s a match between the Fire Ferrets and the Boar-q-pines! They’re the two best teams in the circuit! We have to go and see them play!”

“I don’t know Mikey, I’ve still got a lot of work I need to do on my latest inven-” Donnie said before being interrupted by the sound of an explosion coming from his lab.

“On second thought, I’d love to go.”

“Yes! What about you Leo?”

“Sure thing. Sounds like fun. Raph, are you in?”

“Pass,” Raph said before turning to leave.

“Pass?! How can you pass up the chance to see the Fire Ferrets play the Boar-q-pines, bro?”

“Because I’m not as big a fan of Pro-Bending as you are. Heck, I’m not even a fan!”

“Blasphemy! Pro-Bending is the single greatest thing in the world and it is impossible to not love it. You just say you don’t like it because you know you’re not good enough to make any of the teams.”

“Michelangelo!” Splinter warned.

“It’s fine, Master Splinter. Mikey’s little jabs about my bending haven’t upset me before, they ain’t gonna start now,” Raph replied as he headed off to his room.

Raph sighed, sliding down against his bedroom door. The weight of his secrets could really eat at him sometimes. Luckily his phone started buzzing to take his mind off it. Surprise, surprise, a text message from his best friend Casey. Good ole Casey, always there when he needed him even if it was a total coincidence that he was calling at the exact moment when he needed him the most.

Practice is @ 3. Think u can make it or is Splinter still trying 2 “teach u firebending”? lol

Oh I’ll make it alright. Just make sure April’s there & geared up. Last time she was late & still needed 2 get changed

Clearly you’ve never taken college classes. Just be there on time, kay?

Kay btw Mikey’s trying 2 get the fam 2 go 2 our match this Friday

XD what’d u say?

Said it was stupid and that I wasn’t going

Blasphemy!

That’s what Mikey said 2 is that word trending right now or something?

Make all the excuses u want dude but don’t u dare insult our beloved sport

Whatever see u @ practice

See u