#it's alright. i love his design even if he's a lil ugly

[scribbling-dragon]

i will never be getting over these two <3

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[spiralhigh]

ranking the sdr2 cast by how much their formal wear hits

this is just my opinion, but my opinions are great and i know what i’m talking about! this will be long so it’s under a cut

S TIER:

s tier is reserved for only the best of them all, the cream of the crop, the fit that i would gladly lay down my life for. s tier is the crown jewel. s tier is what everyone else should strive to be... but only one can take the prize.

#1: AKANE OWARI

the undisputed champion. this look is everything to me. EVERYTHING. the red-trim cape with the fur. the contrast of the airy, gathered blouse with those skin-tight shiny (leather? vinyl??) pants. the pumps. the belt that screams disco style. the necklace accentuating the tasteful titty window. the red white and gold color scheme  are you FUCKING WITH ME miss owari this look could bring ARMIES to their KNEES in an INSTANT. whoever drew this deserves full creative control of the danganronpa franchise and i’m not kidding

A TIER:

a tier is for the fits that frankly own bones. they’re not as jaw-dropping and legendary as owari, but they’re still razor as hell and deserve to be met with riotous applause.

#2: KAZUICHI SOUDA

kazuichi, i didn’t know you had it in you, but this FUCKS. the character of the pins on the lapels, the sneakers, and the mispinned tie. the absolute CLASS of the suspenders, watch, and tiny round glasses. the handsome slick in the hair now that the greasy beanie is gone. the tasteful highwater. he looks like the host of the larry king show if the larry king show was exclusively about ska bands and he has never looked better

#3: HIYOKO SAIONJI

tell me this isn’t the cutest shit. the colors here are EXQUISITE. the bright notes from the blue on top, the way the soft pink is a perfect middle ground of the pink + white flowers on her sleeves, the subtle way the green in her bow matches the green in her collar, the white petals breaking up the sky blue that might otherwise look out of place? remarkable. stunning.

#4: PEKO PEKOYAMA

the ELEGANCE is EVERYTHING here. the monochrome is offset by just a splash of red that ties everything together with her eyes and the flower in her hair, the checkerboard pattern is visually interesting but not distracting, and her hair in that loose ponytail with the little white ribbon? ugh. ADORABLE! but most of all, look at those BOOTS. those CUTE LITTLE HEELS on those SICK LACE-UP BOOTS..... QUEEN shit!!!

#5: CHIAKI NANAMI

rounding out our a tier is chiaki in this adorable little dress just LOOK at her!!! she looks like a little rose, a perfect flouncy skirt with a glittery mesh overlay, a fun and fresh over-the-shoulder collar, a fucking big old bow tied in the back?? i can literally feel the way this dress would feel in my hands. it’s simple and perfect and frankly a GORGEOUS color on her this is flawless

B TIER:

b tier is a perfectly respectable place to be. these fits lack the lustre and flavor of the a tier entries, but they’re still dressed to impress and they still look fine as hell.

#6: TERUTERU HANAMURA

say what you will about teruteru (and i do) but this suit is ADORABLE and it fits in with his theme + talent better than any other mfer on this list. the tasteful white/brown/red palette gives it a flashy chocolate cookie look, which is amplified in the fun pattern on the jacket. the chef’s hat switching out for a little top hat and the way the cumberbund looks a lil bit like a chocolate bar is also VERY cute

#7: THE IMPOSTOR

now on its own, the suit is just alright. a vibrant pinstripe blue three-piece with the classic red tie wouldn’t land the impostor in b tier on its own... but that FUR COAT, LUXURIOUSLY DRAPED OVER THE SHOULDERS does WONDERS to pull this look together. not only is it worn with “yeah, it’s real mink, no, you can’t touch it” confidence, but it also ties the otherwise arbitrary white loafers into the structure of the look. it’s subtle and class as hell.

C TIER

c tier is full of looks that are... fine, but ultimately either are boring, lack cohesion, or have a confusing design choice or two that make it hard to get all that amped about. c tier is a passing grade, but nothing more.

#8: NAGITO KOMAEDA

there’s a lot that’s good about this outfit, but there’s also a lot that doesn’t really work. let’s start with the good: the slutty loose bowtie and collar, the tight-fitting vest that ends before the hipbones so you can see the belt, the cute little ponytail? (chefs kiss) exquisite, all of it. but the suit itself is boring as sing, and who the hell decided to put the t-shirt symbol on the sleeves??? was it to add visual flavor to an otherwise bland suit? this does NOT have the black/white/red elegance that peko had.

#9: FUYUHIKO KUZURYUU

the silver and gold mob-boss look, complete with matching shoes vest and fedora, are a nice nod to fuyuhiko’s talent! the plaid is teetering on the edge between fun and garish to me, but the fact that it’s consistent and the only pattern means it isn’t too offensive. quick question though: why are his pant legs rolled up like that?? this isn’t a cute “cuffed at the ankle” look, dude looks like he had to wade across a pond to get to the venue. what gives

#10: GUNDAM TANAKA

out of everyone here, gundam’s suit might be the most boring of all. the scarf is just his normal scarf. the red tie and trim don’t do anything to tie the look together. the only mild point of interest is the asymmetrical vest, and i can’t even tell if that’s intentional. simply put, this “““fancy”““ outfit isn’t even in the same ZIP CODE as the level of ostentatious chuuni that gundam serves us every single day in his casual wear. maybe even worse than being ugly... it’s disappointing.

#11: IBUKI MIODA

now, look. is this dress buckwild and ugly as hell? yes. but you know what else it is? it is IBUKI MIODA’S DRESS. there might not be a single cohesive thing about this dress aside from its color scheme. the huge poofy ruffles of the skirt and arm things with the spiked bow and corset are baffling. the artist somehow managed to draw the awkward, clumping shape of the skirt to make it look exactly like an emergency cosplay sewn four hours before a convention. frankly, i can’t justify ranking it as a c! but i’m doing it anyway, because the sheer level of craftsmanship demands it, and in this house we respect diy queens that are totally off the shits.

D TIER:

d tier is for outfits that aren’t offensive, exactly... but like, they sure don’t look good! d tier is not a respectable place to be. those in d tier won’t be laughed out of the ceremony in shame, but they should really run their outfit by someone else first next time.

#12: NEKOMARU NIDAI

now don’t get me wrong: i have nothing but respect for the titties-out look. keeping the shirt unbuttoned all the way down to where the lapels of the jacket end? that’s sexy as hell. however, this flawless idea has a confusing execution. why emerald green and orange? what’s with the... long-sleeved printed (hawaiian?) shirt? why the red pocket square? and the jacket itself, while fitted perfectly along the chest and midsection, has a weird, unflattering scallop shape flaring out at the bottom. i want to like this fit, but there are just too many bad choices.

#13: HAJIME HINATA

oh, hajime... literally nothing about this ensemble is it. the creamy manila suit might have had potential if there were literally any color variation in the vest (or potentially shoes) to give it a little more shape, or even if you just went with a white shirt underneath it! i could get behind a light, off-monochrome look! but that leprechaun-green shirt is downright perplexing to me. it looks like a mistake! did you get dressed in the dark? did you spill something on your other shirt? this is a mess.

F TIER:

f tier is inexcusable. f tier should never have happened. how does it get this bad. who did this? who’s responsible for this?

#14: SONIA NEVERMIND

y’know, the colors are pretty! i dig the white and teal! but... girl... what the fuck is this construction. the ruffles are all over the place. the bodice looks like it has less fabric than space it needs to cover. the bottom half of the skirt looks like it was sewn on as an afterthought because the top half was too short for dress code. what’s with the weird choker collar detached from everything else. why is the hairband a slightly different shade of green. so many decisions were made here and none of them are flattering

#15: MAHIRU KOIZUMI

yknow, i like the idea behind this. i can see what you were going for! the dress on its own might have worked, even! but everything else about it is just... so ugly. what the fuck is happening with those shoes??? the sheer black tights aren’t the sexy OL look you think they are. the collar of the dress looks like it’s... braided for some reason??? those earrings are so huge for no payoff, statement jewelry with nothing to say, and worst of all... that headband. GIRL. that headband and that belt...... there’s nothing here. also i love orange but it’s not her color.

and finally... the worst.

#16: MIKAN TSUMIKI

what the fuck. what the fuck is this. this is straight up cheap rubber fetish gear. why is the HAT rubber? that skirt ruffle makes this look like fucking polly pocket clothes. why the fuck is she wearing that. the clothes are so bad that it makes her hair look like rubber too. was she dared to wear this? is this some cruel punishment? i don’t even know what to say. this is the worst possible outfit. there is not even one redeeming quality about it.

[bepp-ers]

Headcanons #3 [Quirk- Panda! Edition]

so, this was requested by a v cute anon and oml i just-- i wanna draw this panda girl :)) also it was specifically requested fem so that is what i shall be doing. so, quirk- panda, what is it? 

You have big fuzzy panda ears which give you remarkable hearing, and you’re an exceptional climber. You can climb any surface, no matter how steep, and overall you’re just a cutie. And in the last one you have a few black circles going under your eyes. No homo tho. ;)

Bakugo:

Well, Bakugo doesn’t associate with ‘cute’

I mean, it’s just not very intimidating or something a guy like him would look at and go

“i need that”

But oh boy when he met you that changed

Look, you have panda ears

He had a sudden urge to just

cuddle

the

panda

Do Not Ask WhyTM

He doesn’t know himself

But he’ll be damned if he’s giving into those urges

Until, of course...

It was lunchtime, you were sat at a table (next to Bakugo of course) and eating your food. There were a few others at the table, but Bakugo was mostly focused on you.

Once again he was wondering what they felt like- your ears, that is. Were they soft? Were they fluffy? Or were they smooth? Did they feel like velvet? Or silk? He had to know. But he just couldn’t bring himself to ask.

That was until Kirishima asked you about it. It was a throwaway comment, something like- “Hey, [Name], what’s it like having different ears?”

And boom. Suddenly everyone wanted to touch them. You didn’t mind much, it was mostly the girls who just wanted to know what they felt like. Mina often compared them to her horns, so it was fine.

That was until a certain ash-blond reached over and gently tweaked one of them. You went slightly pink and smiled. “Wow, Katsuki, didn’t take you to be that kinda guy.” 

At that he realised what he was doing, and hastily yanked his hand away. “I- Shut it, Fuzzy! That’s- you-!” He spluttered, much to your amusement. 

You simply reached over and placed his hand back on your ears. “You’re way too obvious, all ya had to do was ask.” He grumbled quietly, but never actually said he didn’t want to, so... ;)

Mina:

Oh lord

You’ll never get away from her hands

That’s not a bad thing either

She’s just smitten with the idea of her crush having these cute round ears

Also

Horns, ears, same thing!

She loves the similarities between the two of you

And she’s not afraid to show it, either

Like everyday after school, you were hanging around Mina’s house. Her mum always bought ready-made bamboo shoots for you (yes, they’re a real thing) so that was a bonus.

The only sound that could be heard was crunching, as well as the occasional sound from the game Mina was playing. Your head was resting on her shoulder as you watched the little character run around whacking Boon with their bug net.

You flushed a crimson feeling her hand run through your hair and then over the back of your ears. It wasn’t the first time, but it sometimes caught you off guard.

“Whassamatter, hon?” She giggled, making you grin. “You need to warn me when you do that, y’know?” “Yep, just teasing. You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Tsuyu:

Not exactly the kind of person you’d expect to gain a crush, but here she is

This lil froggy is just so happy that she found another person with an animal quirk to be honest

You’re no exception, you want to know just how similar you two are

She genuinely cares for you and wants to take her time, too

After all, loosing you isn’t an option

Her favourite thing to do is hold your hand, because then she see you and keep you close

It can be hard to know what she’s thinking

But you’re one of the few people who can figure it out

Rain. You didn’t really like it. Pandas aren’t exactly known for their love of water, so it made sense. However your cute froggy friend did.

“[Name], I thought you’d gone home kero.” Speaking of which, she’d just spotted you standing at the edge of Heights Alliance, waiting and watching.

“Hey, I’m just waiting for this god damned rain to end. I didn’t bring an umbrella, see.” She nodded thoughtfully, and then produced something from her bag.

A dark green umbrella. Oh. 

“Here, want to share mine, kero?” “Aw, Tsu, you’re too kind.” You grinned, stepping closer. The height difference was something you loved to joke about, and Tsuyu secretly liked the fact that you were taller.

She held the umbrella in her left hand, and took yours in her right. You gave a small squeeze of reassurance. “What would I do without you, hm?”

Denki:

Crushes were normal for Denki

He’d liked practically every girl (and maybe even guy) he’d seen

He at least flirted with them

But with you it was different

It was like he used up all of his electricity and was in constant idiot mode around you

He can’t help it!

Poor bean, he just wants to impress you

But he usually just ends up dropping whatever he’s holding or tripping over his shoelaces

You found it pretty cute, not gonna lie

To you, he was like a ray of sunshine

Always smiling and goofing off

And that clumsiness? 

*smack sound*

N i c e

He just wants to spend all his time with you, not even in a romantic way sometimes

He loves your energy and personality more than anything

So!! Cute!! And!! Nice!!

“Hey, [Name], watch this!” You leant across the back of your chair, watching the blonde balance a pen on his nose. 

“You look like an idiot.” His eyes widened slightly and he tipped his head a little too far back, resulting in him being jabbed in the eye. His face erupted in red as he blinked the ache away.

“Aha, oops?” You simply shook your head, with a small eye-roll. “Yep, definitely an idiot.” You stated, getting up and sitting besides him.

“Your my idiot though.” You giggled, giving a chaste kiss to his cheek, causing his blush to worsen (in a good way.)

“Wheyy...”

Jiro:

A crush you say?

Nope

Nuh-uh

“i’vE ALREADY SAID IT’S NOT A CRUSH I JUST ADMIRE HER JACKASS!”

Jiro isn’t usually so worked up about things, but...

Bby just wants to deny her feelings

There’s no way you’d like her back

You’re so pretty and funny

And smart, kind, friendly, open, comforting...

Jiro could go on for hours about how great you were

In a completely non-romantic way of course!!

“Face the facts girl. You’ve got it baaad.”

With a sigh she might just have to accept her own feelings

“Does she like me back, though?”

“Who?” Jiro flinched in her seat, and Kirishima snickered. “Oh, looks like I’ve gotta shoot off. See you Jiro, take care of her for me [Name]!” Oh Kiri, you evil wing-man.

“So what were you two talking about?” You inquired, despite the fact that you already knew. Eavesdropping is easy with two big fluffy ears. 

“Er- nothing too important, just stuff.” She said nonchalantly. You almost believed her, were it not for the fact that you literally heard her confess for you mere moments ago.

“Alrighty then. Hey, you wanna know something?” You beckoned for her to lean closer, and when she did, you whispered in her ear.

“The best part of having a panda quirk is that I can hear things even when I’m not there. That being said, you free on Saturday?”

You’d never seen her show so much emotion, yet here Jiro was, cheeks dusted pink and a small smile on her lips.

Todoroki:

This lad is starved of love

All kinds

So naturally he has no idea what to do when he realises he might be falling for you

His father would definitely not approve, but if anything that made it all the more better

You were a good listener

With ears like those, it was kind of a given to be frank

And there was another thing, too

You also had markings on your face

Maybe the way you got them was different, but they were there

Little black circles under your eyes, decreasing in size as they went inwards

You weren’t a massive fan, usually you covered them with makeup but he loved them

And you weren’t going to lie, having someone like him around was nice

Perhaps a teeny bit of chemistry??

Just a smidge :)

You didn’t think he could be so sweet also, but you couldn’t be more wrong

Knock!

It was one of those days. Listening to music, and applying the perfect amount of concealer to hide those markings. It wasn’t that you hated the way you looked all the time, it was just... them. 

They didn’t suit you, in your opinion, and you felt rather self conscious of them. You cursed, seeing that there was no concealer left. All you’d done was swatch it on your arm!

“Fuck...” You mumbled to yourself, flopping backwards on the bed. Ah well, you’d ask to borrow some from Momo tomorrow maybe. At least here in your dorm no-one could see you and your face right now.

Knock!

‘Well smack me sideways, whyyy?’ You groaned, but got up and padded to the door anyway. 

What a pleasant surprise. “Eyo, Shouto, what’s up pal?” You let him into your room, flopping down on your bed and patting the space next to you so he could sit.

Befriending the icy guy was difficult but rewarding, as he was a true friend. Maybe even more, with that look...

“I’m bored. I wanted to see you.” Alright, forward much? You grinned, batting your seal plush out of the way and leaning a little on your pillow(s). “That’s great, but you caught me at a horrible time.”

“Oh really?” “Mm, ran out of concealer.” He gave you a quizzical look. “Which product is that?” You stifled a laugh. “The one I use to cover these,”

You pointed to your markings, and he sighed. “Do you have to? They’re part of you, are you really going to pretend they don’t exist forever?” 

“Yep, my hero suit is designed like that for a reason. But you know all that.” He hummed. “Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t stop me from questioning your choices. I think you should leave them.”

Ah, that was Todoroki. Blunt as a butter knife. You rolled your eyes, covering your markings with your hands unconsciously. “They’re ugly and I hate them. I was reading into surgery you can get, like tattoo removal for people who dislike the way their quirks make them look. I might get--”

You couldn’t finish you sentence as he had shushed you with one hand. 

“[Name] for goodness sake, they look amazing. Do not get surgery, they are part of you and every last inch of you is perfect to me. Please quit covering them up, I love them- and you.”

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so, what did you think? i’m kinda tired today so some of them might be kinda ooc, but hey thats what headcanons are for. hope you enjoyed anon, i’m pleased with these.

also i finally settled on a headcanons format. i’ve been experimenting with the last few and i think this is gucci

also also sorry i didn’t do oneshots this week, i’m kinda abandoning my schedule cos school and my wattpad account. can’t manage all three lmao. welp bye no homo love ya

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[jiminrings]

something about making lists is just so therapeutic and it helps calm you down and i'm lagging on sleep but i can't sleep either <3 so here's the lists i could think of <3

things i wanna buy but i'm not sure if it's just impulse:

cosrx snail 96 mucin power essence something???? i see it repeatedly on my fyp and i also saw it on kehlani's vogue video and im just yearning for thee skin like that honestly

a baby blue cardigan with sheep on them because i mean sometimes i sleep thinking about it

a black carhartt sweater bc all the sweaters i have are of a white man i'm not a fan of anymore and whew did they cost a pretty penny

earrings and i want what tae was wearing in his butter photo but i cant find any links rip

an adorable lavender iphone 11 and now hear me out besties,,,, i swore that it's such an ugly fucking phone but now that the 12 dropped, then that means the prices also dropped, and well i think this is really an impulse since my xs is perfectly fine so im waiting for like two more new units to pass

airpods bc hear me out once again besties,,, i also used to fucking swear on my grave that i will nEVER get them but like,,,, it's been about eight months (?) ever since chimmy ate my wired earphones and i've been wearing chunky sony headphones (they're noise-cancelling and cool) that my brother bought and i appreciate it but i would like,,,,, to sometimes lay on my bed on my side without earmuffs on

thence items including airpod cases for airpods i don't have, a necklace, a lanyard, posters, tinboxes,,, yearning

onitsuka tiger shoes :D i have had my beat-up all-black vans for like four-five years now and i mean buying shoes in the middle of a paldogangsan is not exactly practical but i mean you wOULD also think of getting new ones when ur current pair is like rust-colored now

adobe photoshop aND illustrator subscriptions using my own money bc i've been mooching off from my brother and psd expired just this month </3 i kinda wanna open up a redbubble or so during break but like the series of trials im gonna make and the time-pressure of a month's subscription vs. the giant cost of a year's subscription,,,,, whew passing out luv

another necktie and some cute lil dog glasses for chimmy bc he was so cute in his necktie but my brother ripped it while taking it off,,, he's no doubt gonna attempt to eat the glasses but he's gonna look like gojo from jjk so i mean!!! right!!!

crochet/knitting materials bc i wanna take up a hobby but what if i end up spending money AND turning shit at it :// bae what do i do with the yarn??? BUNDLE IT BACK????

a humidifier bc they say it's good for your skin and seeing pinterest posts im all yes honey :-)

collect books for polaroids and photocards :D i finally found a link for cheap ones can i get a W in the chat lads

a heart painting canvas i saw from the bookstore bc hear me out besties +

print-outs of pictures or even my own designs (i can get send them to this store and get it printed) because i am so goddamn tIRED looking at my wall,,, im afraid to say that she is a misplaced common bitch with a mots poster i slapped on the middle

a bt21 plushie so i could take those pictures where they're tucked in bed or holding a knife or sth hee-hes

cute little pastel crate thingies i probably won't use because they're that cute

a laptop stand bc macbooks heave under intense pressure,, awhile ago i was backing up 38gb worth of photos so i can delete from my phone and i thought she was gonna pass out

a keyboard you can connect to your laptop bc it just hit me that oh my god,,,, one day your keys are gonna be so stiff from so much use and getting them replaced would be a burden

a red thread string bracelet because i'd like to feel loved pls and thank u <3 does my personality not tell you that at da very beginning

wait i actually cant think of anything else

YOOOOO IM GETTING SLEEPY

anyways speaking of, so back in like late december/early january, i started listening to sleep music right

i went from koya 8hr sleeping loop to chimmy 8hr sleeping loops and nOW i'm on this decalcomania 2hr loop!!! with 8hrs, i could monitor how long i slept, but with 2hrs, i know i could sleep before it runs out <3

alright that's it mwah forehead kiss besties

YO LMK ABOUT YOUR LISTS!!!! i'm nosey like that :D

[lesbian-hello-kitty]

I ranked the Stardew valley (non romanceable) npcs!

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I tried using the quality system the game has, but had to twik it a bit so u could have an "you are kinda shitty but alright-ish" category a.k.a -5 health. I'm gonna begin by the worst! ≧◡≦

Poisonous: Morris and that goblin thing, Morris is a capitalist pig and that other dude isn't as bad BUT he isn't even loyal to the witch?, he didn't pass the vibe check.

-5 health: grandpa, first he is sort of disappointed in you but then if you give him a stupid diamond he reconsiders? I see how it is. Shitty parents, Pam, Pierre, and Demetrius, yes he is a step dad but come on making your partner's son live in a basement is shit. The guard is here bc he tries to kill you if you attemp to cheat to enter the casino (at least he is passionate about what he does looking at you henchman ). I hate the incel blacksmith.

I especially hate the governor he temps me to ruin the soup EVERY YEAR just to see his ugly face turn green, he only goes to pelican town to eat, yet we have no funding. I should have put him in the worst category.

Regular: I don't think about half of these bitches tbh. The wizard is a bitch but i respect him. Marlon and Gil are married in my mind. Lewis was originally in the -5 health category, but if you don't mind corruption he is kinda nice so.....

Silver: Marnie deserves SO much better. I feel bad for kent (◕︵◕). Willy is very helpful! And mr. Qui is here bc i respect how dramatic and fashionable he is, also he looks like a gay who brunches.

Gold: Sandy is so nice... I feel so sad that she gets lonely, I visit her just to give her gifts. The moms!!!! I luv them, they are really kind, very strong characters. Robyn is such a hard worker, no matter rain, snow, she even misses the winter market for you. Caroline is so generous, she gifts you things from her tiny garden even tho you have an entire farm. Jodie,,,, deserves better, like a vacation for herself, her recepies are nice!. I love the kids they are so funny and adorable. The dwarf, he got here bc of his design alone tbh, he is quite funny tho. Lastly, Gus, very welcoming to everyone in town, he cooks for everyone in town during festivals yet he never complains, I do wish he stopped serving to certain alcoholics tho.

Iridium: the best of the best. I had no doubts on this one.

Evelyn: right away she places herself as your new grandma, she sends you the loveliest baked goods, she teaches you to make pots!!! She works in the community gardens and they look so nice.

Linus: left the city life by choice, just like the player! Very generous, yet people have been mean to him so i feel like he needs extra love.

Krobus: i love this lil dude, his design is perfect, his dialogue is really funny, overall 10/10

[nightwingswing]

The Riddle of the Scarecrow (Edward Nigma x Reader x Jonathan Crane) [Part 1]

Hello my lil’ wings!

And here it is! The love triangle all of you waited for!!

Hopefully ill be able to update more stories and publish new ones soon!

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Now hope you all enjoy!

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How did it began?

You tried to control your breathing  as the masked criminals cornered you in the warehouse, the darkness wasn’t able to hide their deranged eyes.

Well, honestly you didn’t know either.

They got closer to you, the glove with needles for fingers grabbed your wrist forcefully, the needles lightly scratching your skin. The green man growled as his can held you pinned.

“ Now be a sweetheart for us and keep still!” The straw-covered man growled as he put a cloth to your mouth. You breathed it, accidentally as he smirked under the mask. You feel your head lighter and your eyes heavy, suddenly you lost consciousness as the man in green smirked.

“ That’s my good girl!”

///*\\\

[ Flashback, a year earlier...]

“That’s my good girl!” Your parents screamed happily as they hug you tight.

You smiled softly as you proudly stood in front of your just awarded canvas. The Wayne society for the arts and design awarded 2 people with a special gift every 2 years.

You had practiced and practiced until you were ready.

After years of trying and never giving up, you won.

You won!

You smiled softly, patting your (long/short) (h/c) hair in a netly manner, you tuck your shirt as your parents hold you, holding their phones as they smiled big, getting you three and your canvas in the picture. They smiled as they loudly yelled:

“ SELFIE!!!” You smiled as they happily and proudly stood next to you with your baby.

Suddenly, four goons holding big guns came in, shooting the guards as a man in green entered the building, walking canvas per canvas, twirling his cane expertly. Your parents, ever the good reflexed, pulled you with them to the floor and safe between they both.

The man smirked as he said:

“When is a Howl silent and forever?”

From under there you saw a small creek that let you see what the green bean was doing.

Suddenly he stopped in front of yours, humming as his goons tied the remaining people, with a bomb. You could see your fellow acquaintances and art friends hugging or holding to their loved ones, even the cop was softly tearing up from fear.

Enough was enough.

Gathering all your self coincidence you decided to make the quite stupid move but you weren’t going to let all these people and your parents die without a fight.

Suddenly his deep voice tinted with a joyful tone that made you look at him again. He had just picked your canvas, the one you worked so hard to get right, up as he muttered rather to himself

“ Oh, you’re going to look fantastic on my-”

That. was. it.

“ What do you think you’re doing?!” You glared at his back as you stood up, your parents softly pulled your legs to hide but you wouldn’t budge.

He turned around slowly, getting ready to hit you with his can when he saw you.

Beautiful locks of (h/c), two beautiful gems of (e/c) with beautiful soft kissable (s/c) skin.

He didn’t see any woman, he saw you…

The Queen of Hearts

His Queen of Hearts

For the first time in forever,

Edward Nygma aka The riddler was speechless.

Speechless

tHE RIDDLER

SPEECHLESS

Just...wow

You looked at him with an eyebrow raised as you waved a hand in front his eyes. He stared at you, mouth half opened with heart eyes.

“Hello? You didn’t hear me??” You ask, slightly intimidated by his unwavering stare.

Even if they were covered by a domino mask you could feel his intense gaze, staring at you like you were the most gorgeous piece of art, His eyebrows raised as his eyes behind his mask dilated staring at your beautiful form.

He seemed to realize he was kinda looking like a dork as he closed his mouth and coughed, becoming the Eddie we all love again.

“ I said” You put your arms on your waist, fathering all the adrenaline left on your system “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I believe I’m standing in front of Helen of Troy.” He softly says, unblinking white lenses looking right into your beautiful (e/c). You sucked on your teeth softly before glaring cutely.

“I mean with my painting. You’re stealing it from me.”

He smiled charmingly while the other thugs keep grabbing canvas after canvas. He coughed softly to get your attention as he smiled

“  “Stealing” is such an ugly word… I rather prefer “acquiring”. It's much more aesthetically pleasing to the mouth.” he smiled as you frowned “Besides now that i know its yours its value has raised exponentially.” As you open your mouth to retort he interrupts you again.

“ But where are my manners?? The name is Edward, Edward Nigma” He smiles charmingly but you glare.

“I know who you are. You’re the riddler!”

The thug behind you angrily held your arms harshly  “Hey, no one talks to the boss-”

To your complete surprise, Edward hit him with his cane hard on the cheek, making him lose a few bloody teeth. He threateningly yelled

“UNHAND HER!”

From the force of the blow, you and the man fell to the ground, the man was passed out as you clutched your hurting head, as you had hit it with the floor.

“ My deepest apologies!” Said The riddler as he kneel down  by your side, his gloved hand on you back helped you regain sense. “ Sometimes the help can be rather...unhelpful.” He said, his voice soft and...what’s that worry in his voice?? “ Did he hurt you?”

“ I’m- I’m alright” You said with a soft voice, slightly leaning in his warmth chest. He noticed and couldn’t help but blush red. He pulls you closer as you rely on him to get up.

His smile becomes brighter as his cheeks heat up, your warm beautiful body flush against his makes him see stars. He coughs to regain his composure

“ Now, where were we? Oh yes! I was introducing myself.” He smiles, helping you regain your footing. He took that chance to take a short sniff of your perfume and

Fuck.

You smelt divine.

He could become addicted to your scent.

His smile disappeared, however when a shadow loomed over the glass ceiling.

The unmistakable bat shadow, even from the corner of his eyes. He signed in displeasure, he didn't want to let go of your warm hands so sweet and beautiful and…..

His.

“ Damn, It looks like we’ll have to finish this conversation another time, unfortunately  we’re about to be rudely interrupted-” As soon as those words escaped his pretty lips the window exploded in sharp shards of glass as The Batman fell from there, hitting The riddler in the chest with his boots. pushing him to the ground and a few feet away from you.

Edward grunted at the pain that shoot from his shoulder. He glared at the costumed male, as he got up slowly, shaking the shards of glass off.

“ Were you born with the ability to make an entrance at the worst possible time, or it that a skill you honed?” He grunts, green eyes looking at the white lenses of the cowl.

“Give up, Nigma. You know how this ends.” The bat said with an unwavering tone.

“I'm afraid I don't,Batman.” He smirked as his men surrounded him. You ran towards your parents, who immediately hugged you tight. “ And neither do you. “ He grabbed his cane and smirked “ The future is a riddle only time can solve.” He smirked, but his green eyes were looking around for you. “ Get ‘em, boys!” He ordered.

As the thugs attacked the bat, Edward was busy picking up your canvas again, his eyes still looking for any traces of you.

“Damn Bat.” He growled in his mind. “ Way to ruin my thunder.” His mind raged, biting his lip holding back the scream of frustration.

When he noticed you pretty shoes, he smiled. But then the bat got in his way again.

“ Got any other riddles for me to solve?” He said, crunching his knuckles.

“Actually….I do.” The Riddler, sick of the bat stealing his thunder and beating his ass and lowering his chances with you, smirked. A twisted smirl as he pressed a button on his question mark. “When is a question mark a bomb?”

BEEP

The bomb tickled as the bomb began the countdown. Batman shoot a batarang and cut the rope as the Riddler got away, your painting under his arm. He ran by where you were hiding and winked at you.

“ See you soon, my beautiful lady!” He said as you seek comfort on your parents chest.

Scared you looked at the caped crusader hopefully, as he took the bomb and with his grappling hook shot it outside as it exploded.

You breathed out as a small sob from the anguish scaped your lips.

“ We’re okay, (n/n)..we’re okay” Your parents whispered comfortingly as they hugged you close.

Outside, The riddler got in his car as he smiled at the fire on the air, reminiscent of the bomb.

He knew Bats wouldn't fail.

Now...he just needed to get your pretty name.

///*\\\

In The Riddlers green question-able full hideout, he was happily putting your canvas on his wall. His big happy smile couldn’t be tamed as his tousled hair fell on his eyes slightly. His tongue stuck out as he finally put your canvas on his wall.

“Perfect!” He smiles. As he observed the canvas his mind drifted away.

He should feel lucky that he made it out right?

He should be angry that the Bat had stepped in, right?

…

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about the (H/c) haired girl.

Oh But our dear ol’ Eddie wasn’t himself right now.

He was so captivated...so enchanted...mesmerized by you...

OH God, he was going “Stalker!” on you.

He smiled softly as he read on the college gazette an article about you, with a big photo of you with a pretty flower crown and a happy smile. Written under it a full article about the happenings the day before.

“ (y/n) (l/n), a student in the Fine Arts program at gotham university, survived her encounter with the Riddler…”

He smiled, as he got the scissors to cut the photo out and keep it in a safe place, inside a his question mark cane, to always have you with him.

And because you were the answer to his biggest riddle.

“Who owns my beating heart, oh just you miss (y/n) (l/n)...”

///*\\\

The next morning, College life started.

Your classes had gotten crazier and you enjoyed  any small moment you had for yourself.

You were in the cafeteria on your break, The soft hum of other students was drowned by your earbuds. You had just finished getting your food ticket and turned around, softly you bumped into a man, who dropped his books.

“ I'm so so sorry!!” You apologize, kneeling and holding the books up. The lanky tall man with brown hair, slightly greying on the sideburns. He pushed his glasse up as his blue icy eyes look into your (e/c).

His eyes softened slightly when he saw your puffy red eyes.

“Its okay, i wasn’t looking where I went.” He gives you a tight smile.

You looked at him and smiled, your tired eyes looked at him gratefully

“ It’s okay, it’s kinda my fault too.” Smiles. “ Let me make it up. I’ll buy you a coffee!” You smiled sweetly and the older man blushed slightly pink.

“s-sure. A black coffee please” He tried to smile charming but turning out menacing. You shrugged it off and paid for his drink, giving the man your tickets with the orders.

As they started to prepare it, you looked at the man.

“ Psychology, eh? It’s a rather fascinating science, right?” You smiled.

“ Indeed, I find the mind and it’s inner workings very fascinating.” He smiled.

“ You are studying psychology at college?” You smiled and he chuckled. You pouted cutely. “Aw it’s a serious question! I have lots of old classmates!” You pouted and he smiled.

“ I know, my dear. Actually I'm a doctor on the subject, specialized in Fears and phobias.” He smirked as he grabbed both your orders and set it in the table. “ please sit, miss…”

“(y/n), im (y/n).” You smiled as you sat down. “ Thank you mr…” He smiled softly.

“ Jonathan” He smiled, sipping his black coffee. “ It’s very nice to finally meet such an interesting person in this campus.” He smiles.

“ Aw thank you!, I'm very interested in psychology. I want to learn more so i can apply it into my illustration path.” You smile. His eyebrow raise as you peck his attention.

“ Oh? what for, if you don't mind me asking?”  

“ Oh! it's okay! It's because I want to write and illustrate books for children with some psychological trauma or with some psychological problems. That will help them cope and will serve as educational for parents, teachers and young readers. I want to help them, so they know they are not alone.” You smile looking down, he looked at you incredibly impressed through his glasses. He smirked.

His interest was picked.

“ That’s a very nice and interesting dream, miss (y/n). I’ll gladly help you with completing your dream.”  He nodded, your face brightened as you held his hand, making him blush

“R-really?! You’d do that??”

“ Of course. I’d gladly teach you everything i know.” You smile and hug him.

“ thankyouthankyou!!!” you smile as he blushes deeply and hugs back. suddenly you bolt back and apologize, but he smirks, still blushing.

“it’s okay. it's perfectly okay” You smile softly, blushing rosy. Suddenly you look at your phone and bolt up.

“ snap! i'm going to be late!” you finish your drink and gather your bag as you wave at him. “ See you around, mr. Jonathan!” You said as you run out towards class.

“ Oh we’ll see around soon, miss (y/n). We will see eachother very soon…” He smirks, finishing his coffee.

///*\\\

You breathed out as you slipped in the classroom, setting your bag on the desk as you waved at your friends. They were about to come over say hi when the door bursts open.

“Hello, students.” A deep voice said as they walk towards the desk. You looked at him as your mouth falls open. He stands in the front and smirks at you, winking.

“ Hello students, My name is Jonathan Crane, Im your new teacher.”

oh S*it

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[mwolf0epsilon]

DBH - Of Fishers and Seafarers

Sorry for how late this is, I've been struggling a bit with actually finishing this drabble on a lighter note and somehow failed miserably.

In which an android designed to repair NASA's spaceship for the upcoming Io mission, becomes a lot more to the woman that lovingly coded and designed him.

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    Despite the fact this one project would improve every aspect of deep space exploration efforts, and that it may one day pave the way to the next step of humanity's preservation through the establishing of off-world colonies, NASA's finest did mourn the fact they were sending their most ambitious collaboration into orbit.

It's not that the chief engineers or other assorted members of staff were upset at the prospect of hard work burning up in Io's atmosphere, no the resources and work put into assembling the androids and ship they'd be transported in were not the biggest loss here.

No, they were much sadder knowing that the AIs they'd lovingly programmed and developed, would eventually be lost to the hostility of the vast void beyond.

         It was strange how quickly humanity had gotten used to androids and then begun to openly resent them. From the very beginning when they'd begun launching rovers and other assorted drones into space, NASA executives and lower level workers had always had a special place in their hearts for their robotic workers. But the androids? The androids were held with a degree of respect that far surpassed whatever it is your average Joe or Sally thought of their domestic models.

It wasn't just nerds being nerds and loving their toys. Anyone who tried to say so, would have to face the wrath of Dr. Taylor Fisher, one of the many members of the programming team at NASA, and the self-proclaimed mother of the one AI that everyone was so fond of.

Each member of the android exploration team had a specific set of skills they were built for that fit the role they would play inside the ship, and at least one set of scientists and engineers who adored them, but Taylor's unit was the one that seemed to have captivated the hearts of every human worker within NASA's facilities.

    Taylor was, of course, quite proud of how IO100-P turned out. Having spent so many countless nights fully refining the AI and testing it for bugs and other assortments of issues, she was glad to see the stream of data, inquiries and processes, become something new and unique in its own right.

She was no Elijah Kamski, and her darling Proteus was no Chloe, but she couldn't help just marvel as her project slowly worked it's way into passing the Turing Test.

The other AIs were just as impressive, if not more exciting to test and engage with considering their functions, but somehow her baby had become the most outgoing of them all even if his primary task was focused on repair works within the ship.

He held conversations better, took in information more quickly, and even seemed to retain interests unlike his fellow team members.

He had a personality, which she'd hidden from the stonefaced gargoyles from Cyberlife, but openly shared with her peers.

The first thing she did when she deemed him fit to be put into a body, was seek out the designers and call for some changes to the base design.

 “No no no, he looks too young!” She'd exclaimed “Proteus strikes me as a gentlemanly sort. Older, more experienced.”

 “But he IS very young, Taylor.” The designer, a slightly pudgy man named Rick, sighed “And you know those technicians won't agree to visually unappealing models.”

 “Being older isn't unappealing. A team of spacefarers shouldn't look fresh out of college. They should look respectable!” she'd responded angrily at the mere thought of age being perceived as ugly.

 “Like Cyberlife wants anything but their usual formula…” Rick rolled his eyes in frustration. He agreed with her but he didn't want to upset their collaboration partners.

 “Fuck what Cyberlife's saying! We coded them, we design them.” Taylor snarled “I'm not sending a babyfaced recruit to space!”

It took some work, but they'd managed a small victory. The Androids did not look like eternal doll faced youths, instead looking in between mid-thirties to mid-forties.

They'd promised more pay for the extra cosmetics, but it felt right.

Proteus looked right in her eyes, and it was adorable to look at this remarkable and likeable android, who was both soft-spoken and looked like he could be an average suburban father.

If anything, his love for the three android cats Taylor owned, proved as much.

 “Why three? Was one unit not enough?” He'd asked the first time she'd brought them with her to work.

 “I like cats.” She shrugged “I've always wanted one when I was a kid, but when I saw these three...Eh, call it an impulse buy if you want…”

 “Could you not own a cat when you were a child?”

 “No. At the time android cats weren't in the market, and I'm allergic to cat fur...So yeah...These three are kind of my fuck you to life for giving me a stupid allergy.”

Proteus seemed to consider this before focusing on the three android felines.

Two of them were shaped like the regular domestic model, while the third seemed larger. A common orange shorthair with wide and intelligent looking yellow eyes, a black cat with a noticeable white stripe on her nose and calm blue eyes, and a Bengal cat with forest green eyes. The three had collars of different designs, which merely shared the triangle marker indicating their android nature. They had no visible LED, an aesthetic choice.

 “I've gotten one of them modded to completion.” Taylor stated as he examined the cats that all seemed to be observing him with mild curiosity. “Helps to have a smart cat holding the fort.”

 “Holding the fort…?”

 “It's an expression. Do you want to know their names?” She smiled kindly at the android, who simply nodded. “Alright. The Bengal lady that's currently nibbling on your sleeve is called Terrabyte.”

 “...Pardon but it seems you have mispronounced Terabyte.” Proteus pointed out.

 “Naw, it's a pun. Bengal cats are like, Wilder than regular cats, hence Terra. And then since she's an android, byte seemed like an appropriate contradiction. Nature vs Man and all that jazz.”

 “Ah...I see. I find it an adequate name then.”

 “Good. Lil Terra isn't too refined, she's kind of vintage if you will, but she's lovable. The black one is called Luna. She's in the middle when it comes to intelligence, but that's only because I haven't gotten the time to buy the rest of her upgrades. She's a natural hunter tho, she swats flies straight out of the air!”

 “Luna...Perhaps an homage to your work for NASA?”

 “Nah, I'm just a dumb nerd. I named her after an anime cat.” Taylor chuckled “Sailor Moon kicks ass anyway, and the stripe makes it look like she's destined for greatness.”

 “...I shall have to procure this...Sailor Moon...to understand the context, but I trust the name is fitting?”

 “Oh god I've accidentally introduced anime to my android-son….My bosses are gonna kill me.” Taylor covered her face in amusement before shaking her head “Anyway, last but certainly not least, there's little old Data. He's a smart boy and he's modded to perfection. Intelligent and knows a lot of tricks. Before you ask, yes I named him after another show, but this time it's a sci-fi classic. Who could diss on Star Trek am I right?”

Proteus shrugged

 “I wouldn't know. Perhaps I require more research on the matter.”

 “I guess my boss won't be too angry if I introduce you to Star trek, he was a hardcore Spock and Picard fan when he was younger so... You're gonna love Data. He's the best character and he's like you! An android! In space!”

 “An android in space...Not yet I'm afraid. But soon.”

    Proteus became the primary focus of Dr. Fisher's time until the day he was called in to launch.

It was hard saying goodbye, even harder when he hugged her and confided that he was scared to go to Io, as he knew there would be no way of returning home to her, to his family.

NASA would mourn the android team, Dr. Fisher especially would mourn the loss of the android she painstakingly coded and designed.

Those calm features and brilliant lilac eyes, framed by a pair of glasses that complimented the absurdly adorable academic fashion he prefered, would haunt her dreams for months to come...And more so after the Revolution came to pass. After all, if the spacefarer androids did find a way to return, as impossible as that may be, she may not be around to see her boy again... She could only hope for him that the abyssal tides beyond, would be kinder to him than her health had been to her.

But then again, Proteus was a Fisher, and Fishers were destined to sail the winds of opportunity, be they out at sea or up above in the stars.

[ramblingshit]

Jane Eyre - 1934 - 4/5

Vodka-less and tired and very cold, we begin our journey to the very first talkie version of Jane Eyre.

ow my bra hurts. I wish I had vodka. this is so sad. wait i have a rokerdelig brb. depression strikes syet again - i drank it earlier. alright lets get started in the 30s whoop. wow audio quality 10/10 lolol. opening with john reed hunting her down and she's blonde oh no she's been found.  holy fuck he's throwing shit at her - SLAP BITCH GET HIM. nooooooooNOOOO why is it errored. okay fixed. aunt mary? oh damn she collapsed cause he pitched that cup at her what an ass - bessie is reading to her naw. she's cut out of a lot of them and never shown so kind at the time she's actually. oh shit. ahaha 'they're bad and i hate them.' 'since you hate us so much i bet you'll be happy to know i'm sending you to an orphanage.' 'yes i am happy' looool. 'go away! GO AWAY! goodbye!" hell yeah lil Jane you stand up to that bish. not quite the snappy shebang she says in the others but very satisfying nonetheless - a lot braver and more obstinate love it. oh no her curls snip snip. ohh her hair is cute af. and very 30s ahaha what a coincidence. wow she talks back like hey ahah. she's looking down at lowood preacher dude down her nose ahah. didn't say hell? ahahaha omg this is great so far. she's the best lil Jane I think I've seen. ohh interesting way to show passing of time - the flipping book pages and the showing of the top of the next chapter - skipping quite a few ahead. skipped helen? straight to her ahah oh shit -- teaching. she's standing up to brocklehurst like no ones business. 'you're dismissed! get out!' 'I'll get out - gladly!' ohmygod she's great she's so great none of that simpering and passivity she's taking the world by the balls.  'you cruel dingy childbeater!' 'you ought to be tarred and feathered you ugly old crocodile!' lmao im in love with her. she walks off laughing and happy about being dismissed. miss temple loves her and gonna miss her so sweet, brocklehurst was like holy damn wtf. ahaha her drivers a drunk, fukn flying across the road she's like bye m8. she's proud and above him and annoyed she has to walk rather than die in a carriage crash. oh damn now she meets no? yeah she's not even made it --oh fuck that horse FLIPPED. she helps unprompted and isn't hesitant in talking back and speaking up oh my god she just stalked off after helping him up ahaha. ahaha oh shit the drunk driver works at thornfield and when they asked why she walked instead of taking the carriage she covered his ass and said she just wanted to walk through the meadows and he's like oh thank fuck thank you jesus she just rolls her eyes with a smile. she speaks 3 languages and draws and plays - very accomplished. he's adele's uncle? Samuel Poole ey what a g m8. and he warns her out of the blue to keep her door locked at night. that 30s makeup is crazy awesome. round face, rosy cheeks, long brows and dark eye makeup and lips. short hair. Adele gives her the tour. she's proud and self-assured. poh damn they're only allowed on one side of the house - sam is married to grace poole. just dunno why she's blonde? probs cause she's supposed to be like angelic? anyway she's gorgeous and the angles are nice and the lighting is good--andw what era are these dresses jfc there's no way she could afford that dress fuck. and who curled her hair and that's a low bow whats happening it looks like a southern gone with teh wind situation. he's smaller than she is. he's bathed in darkness - the light is dimmer on him than her. she's even got a necklace. they're not sitting by the fire. he was too busy looking at her to notice her giving his tea. awkward sips ahaha. it's got like a diamond on the necklace. he looks like he's squatting on that tiny chair. oh shit she's gonna sing instead of play. yikes i hope she can--she's literally taller than him. oh she's gonna play and sing. she looks like blanche is supposed to look? and of course she can sing - all framed by candlelight and hanging crystals. the audio is crackling ahah wow incredible they can do it at all - one of the first talkies damn. 'lovely' wow she a mary sue? please don't be a mary sue.sings and yeets outta there not even finished her tea. far out that dress is not doing it for me. what world would a governess be dressed like that? she wears nothing but white. and journalling is never a good idea. but my god she's gorgeous---lots of SCREAMINGGG. and they're telling Jane that its just a servant and its clearly not grace poole doing the screaming? Fairfax knows? Jane can't blame Grace? Jane's like not freaked about it - i suppose she's journalling about it. Adeles a 'mischief' lol nice. she's ran from her lesson and climbed a tree and now she's stuck up there and Jane like doesn't hesitate just scales that tree after her 'uncle edward help! my foot's caught!' 'her foot's caught' 'her foot's caught, so i gathered.' he seems so gentle and kind and pleasant. gets adele out of the tree - 'and where would you like this package delivered, miss eyre?' ahaha cute ooh they know when rochester is leaving to london. he's handsome i'll give him that, it's better --wait when was blanche introduced. asking him when he's getting married and he says next month and adele asks if he's gonna marry blanche and he avoids the question and she starts on but is interrupted by a frantically gesticulating Jane shaking her head, and she cuts herself off and skips away all innocvently lol til she slips moron kid hit her knee ahahaha what a dumbass. Jane's helping clean the chandelier? and Adele is helping as well, that's cool. wtf this kids a moron getting herself headdown stuck in a vase and JAne smashes that shit and snaps at Rochester's amused quip at breaking his shit and blanche laughs and Jane turns on her lol what a savage and storms off. dancing around her room to the sound of the music downstairs that's nice and cute I'd do the same thing ahaha. she's all petulant cause brought blanche who hasn't been introduced properly? is she gonna put her fancy dress on? no? i hope not. damn they're in a ball room? nice. blanche has dark hair and looks much older than any other, not a bad thing just different. they call her beautiful and pretty - not even trying to pretend she's plain and simple. he's suddenly all over her staring intensely and accompanying her into the room and now they're dancing no way? no? no. governesses and landowners don't dance? she's down here without adele. he's sad she didn't dress up - she didn't want to appear as anything than what she is : a governess! at least she's proud of it. he's amused. and charmed. she thinks he's mocking her. now they're being introduced - an interesting way of doing things but rather natural compared to immediately knowing each other. Adele's sitting here with some old guy talking shit about people wow that's mean. fkn kids and this lord ingram is encouraging the hell out of her ahaha. but when she taunts him suddenly its not so funny ahaha. blanche is nice but sarcastic? it's a wedding party ooooh? adele m8 letting things slip? it's 2am and she's dreaming of him - and damn she's going straight for the curtains with that candle and its not lighting? then we see an altogether put together lady return with teh candle to the room upstairs before crazy cackling. god Jane is pretty. oh shit the house is on fire. nah just his room. there's no dramatic music - yes! she's the one to tear down the curtains and open the window - she's legit the most assertive main character i've seen - he's woken up and the fire is like already out. she's got this sorted all he has to do is give her a blanket 'why didn't you call for help?' 'I didn't think it necessary...' noice. here have some alcohol - from the same cup: might as well kiss. she burnt her hands and HE KISSED THEM. she's like bye. she is outies not taking any of his affections like she got better things to do, like sleep. he's in her room? he brought her a book. they're standing very close. he wants her to help redecorate the west wing - he's quite sure he's getting married in a month and that she'll have things to suit the lady's taste. eyeyeyeyyy. its a pupppppppppppyyyyy. oh it's adele's room. ohmygod so fuckin cute rochester is putting adele to bed and she's saying that she wants an aunt that she can choose and she wants it to be miss eyre and he says she wont have them and she says he has to ask her and she'll make sure she says yes. 'that'd be very nice'. cute af ma8. 'don't forget to ask her!' he grins happily. she chooses a cutain (?) and rochester jumps in 'we prefer this one!', and ol mate says 'i congratulate the lady on her discerning taste - the room will look delightful!' what a thing to say. she looks fkn miserable lolol she thinks she's choosing shit out for blanche - they're choosing out jewels now. she's fkn despondent. she flees the jewellers, he follows her and she cries and tells him she's off on holiday. he's not happy like did you think that would go well?? she's not even saying goodbye to him ahaha bye adele and fairfax nevermind here he is marching up the stairs weren't you gon' say goodbye????? tajes her bags and back upstairs to show her the room she designed? she loves it and he's happy and taking the coat off - 'it's incomplete' 'incomplete? everything seems to be in its proper place - what's missing?' 'you.' ohmygodddddddd. 'can't you see i've been falling in love with you all of this time?' rochester yaaaassss. she's not about to argue lol. whoops - 'you must never decieve me again' she chides lovingly and he laughs and shakes his head. like duuuuude i haven't forgotten this is Jane Eyre. okay he's very handsome and she's gorgeous what a lovely couple. now she's dressed in enormous dresses and jewels much more fitting now I suppose, though she did just say she didn't want to be lavished and pampered. oh what the fuck lol what 'edward my husband!' ahaha oh shit bertha just popped nicely out of nowhereeeee -'you can't separate me from my husband again! no one shall!' oh shit. oh shit. wow that was so brushed over - 1930s sensibilities??? Jane's like uhhhh what was that explain yourself he's like I love you you make me so happy i didn't want to tell you I was married to a psycho that I keep in the attic and take care of. she almost forgave him then he rushed off to help with his violent wife - what she gon do?? she waiting forever surely not she's better than that. yas ohmygod is she gone? SHES GONE AHAHAHA YAS DAMN GO GIRL. she wrote a goodbye note to Adele but not him ahaha savage I love her. ohh a star wars cut noice. he's just gon sit in his library? took mrs fairfax to be like yo dude she couldn't have gone very far ahah she's hiding from him in the shadows all misery and rain. searching for her in the dark- thornfield's on fire! oh yikes it's seriously on fire.  get out of there ya;ll. it's so odd not to have any action music oh damn he's going into the house to get bertha he's in his tophat ahaha fire effects! fire effects! fire effects! whoo. she's found herself in a soup kitchen very nice Jane you're an angel. she's going to india huh oh damn we speeding through this bit - 30 seconds after we meet Rivers he's proposing ahaha. she looks insulted, thanks him and storms out. she's pouring soup an hour before her wedding to Rivers and Sam's just popped up looking fucked uppp. i think he's just drunk tbh. bertha burned to death. Jane's frantic and upset m8 and yeah Sam's drunk af. so JAne went to him - he's blind and angry and an't see her and she's crying and he's shocked my god he's in the light and he's in the dark and he's reaching toward the light and touching her face - lol she raced back to thornfield in a day. lol you want some tea Eyre, it's nice for you to call. he's convinced ---ohhhhh--- "strange, you pity me when I'm blind and yet when I was worse than blind you had no mercy.' he's sending her awayyyyy noo he literally just told her they never belonged to each other and they never did like damn son that is fuckin colldddddd. she's so emotional and he's like yep I guess. She was awesome, he was handsome and had his fine moments. It was cute af m8 noice.

[dereksgarcia]

Garden.

GARDEN — ' hoping they'll never find out that you're anyone else 'cause i love you just how you are. ' / the reader will always love hearing spencer ramble, even if the team doesn't.( 1.9k words ) 

NOTES — so this is my first imagine for anything criminal minds related ever, so we lit outchea!! i actually just started watching the series in chronological order instead of watching random re-runs when they air, thus why this takes place all the way back in season 1 when spence was just a lil bub. i hope you guys enjoy, and i would love any feedback, constructive criticism, or requests you may have for me! 

SNIPPET — You’ve perfected the art of nonchalance when it comes to your feelings for Spencer. There’s no reason for them to be like an oil spill — pour it out, then light a match to it; let the whole damn building catch on fire all for a harmless crush. 

YOU SIP AT your iced latte. The chilled plastic cup dampens your fingertips in condensation; you push the hair from your face and set it against your forehead. Irritation settles. The unyielding thrum of your forehead subsides. The action, similar to the rest of your morning behavior, doesn't go unnoticed by Aaron Hotchner, who was willing to play oblivious for as long as you would play sober. He ceases the incessant taptaptap of his pen and abandons the dossier provided to the team (or those who've managed to arrive on time, which wasn't many) minutes ago to narrow his eyes into a ruminative peer. Even the sunglasses perched high on the bridge of your nose couldn't serve as a barrier betwixt yourself and his icy gaze. The Hotch Stare. 

"Y/N, are you hungover?" Asking is a formality. Your pores house lethargy and every move you make reeks of languor. The haircut that frames your face is so terrible it had to be the result of a previous night inebriation. The question isn't 'are you hungover?', it's 'just how hungover are you?' 'Can you function?' 'Should I just send you home now?' 

Still, you answer in that sing-song croon children use when they've been caught with both hands in the cookie jar, "Define hungover." 

The pen ensconced in Jennifer Jareau's grasp points unmistakeably at your misshapen tendrils. "You letting Derek do that to your hair last night and still showing your face this morning," she teases, roseate lips curling upward until her cheeks raise. 

"Is it really that awful?" Fingers graze the ends of your hair. It's choppy, and not in a way that could pass for irony. Yes, Derek Morgan is a god in most aspects, but anything to do with kitchen scissors is where his talents reach an abrupt end. Lesson learned. 

"Princess, it is so ugly I'm surprised you didn't slap me afterward." As if on cue, the man of the hour graces yourself, JJ, Gideon and Aaron with his own variation of hungover. All attention that was once fixated on you is put toward Derek Morgan, and it's certainly understandable. Despite your shared night of debauchery, he looks like he stepped off the cover of a GQ magazine. He doesn't slouch when he passes the threshold, a cup of his own coffee in hand and shades (most likely designer) neatly folded inside his suit's breast pocket. The million watt smile that splits his face in half is almost taunting. Actually, you decide that it is, and your silent retaliation is delineated in the form of folded arms. 

He tweaks your cheek as he saunters past you to claim a seat beside Gideon. 

"She probably did," Elle suggests. The gorgeous brunette entered just behind Derek, entirely shrouded behind his height. "Not like we'd remember anyway." 

"I'll drink to that," you punctuate your announcement by elevating the remnants of your coffee in the air. Elle, Derek, and JJ join you before making a show of tipping their heads back and taking a gulp. 

Whatever Hotch gripes underneath his breath falls on deaf ears. Again, he attempts to assert himself into the conversation. "Alright, alright. Is everyone here?" 

Spencer isn't. But how would that look, you calling that to their attention? You've perfected the art of nonchalance when it comes to your feelings for Spencer. There's no reason for them to be like an oil spill — pour it out, then light a match to it; let the whole damn building catch on fire all for a harmless crush. Neither of you are children anymore, even if it was only a few short years ago that you legally were. To morph your place of work into a high school would be immature, childish, about as stupid as, as — 

— letting Derek cut your hair. 

You could get a degree in stupid. 

"Boy Genius is missing," the umber male notes with a rap of his knuckles atop the round table. 

Aaron's face drops. "You guys did not get him drunk, too." No, but you certainly wish you had. 

“Oh, I'd pay to see that," Gideon murmurs, licks the pad of his index finger, and flips a page in his newspaper.

"Of course not," Elle dismisses. "Cool kids only." 

Eyes turn into daggers from below day-old mascaraed lashes. "None of us had his number," you answer, finding it of paramount importance for some reason inexplicable that everyone understands this wasn't a deliberate isolation. "And he is very cool." The whir of the overhead fan could very well be crickets within the dead room. Your gaze sweeps over the many dubious countenances that stare back at you. So much for that oil spill. Suddenly bashful, you tuck your chin into the sharp slope of your shoulder. "I just mean, yanno...he's cool. I-I like him." 

Derek quirks a thick eyebrow. "Believe me, baby, we know." 

Heat courses through your veins, thick and hot. You bury your face in your hands and wait for Aaron to announce that you all should finally get this briefing started. It never comes. Spencer does, however. "Sorry I'm late." Unlike the self-proclaimed 'cool kids' who took their sweet time arriving, Spencer Reid earnestly apologizes. It prompts something fierce to ripple in your stomach. Is that all it takes for him to get under your skin now? All he has to do is be courteous? You're pathetic, Y/N Y/L/N. You're really fucking pathetic. 

"It's fine. You're fine. Just take a seat." Impatience is woven into every one of Aaron's syllables. He could goof off with the rest of you, but there's people that currently need your assistance, so of course he'd want to put a stop to the shenanigans once his complete team's arrived. 

From your peripheral, you witness the gangly man scope out every occupied chair before finding the open one to your left. Hazel irises like shrunken stars hand plucked from the night sky zero in on you and pale pink lips twitch. You know you're in for it once he's seated. He'd never outright insult you, but nothing amicable could be said about your appearance. Your breath remains stagnant in your throat. "I, uh, like the haircut." The compliment's uttered with such saccharinity you can feel it in the thump of your heart. Leave it to Spencer to never let you down. 

It’s subconsciously that you tuck the strands behind the shell of your ear. A smile that wide scrunches your nose and crinkles the corners of your eyes. "Thanks, Spence." Inherent hangover's been banished. Nothing but good times and vibes over here. You can't even recall what it's like to have a headache.

His gaze dips to the latte cooling on the table, then back to you. "Did you know that coffee doesn't actually cure hangovers? Coffee's sobering powers are, for all intents and purposes, a complete myth. While the molecules in coffee, adrenaline, caffeine, and adonesine may increase your alertness, they don't ever interact with the same receptors that alcohol affects. In fact, the reason many people believe it helps is because they're regular coffee drinkers anyway. Meaning that if you were to skip your morning coffee, the withdrawal symptoms would only worsen. So, coffee's not actually alleviating the hangover, it's just–" 

"You know, I'm beginning to see why we didn't invite you," Morgan interjects, coffee inches from his mouth despite (or maybe in spite of) the facts now verbally laid out for him. He's always picked on the younger boy in the way an older brother does. Harmless for the most part, sometimes he plucks a nerve. The tight pinch of Spencer's mouth is proof that this is one of those times. 

"Interrupt him again and we won't invite you next time." The pause is as thick as the shades you push into your scalp. Interlocked fingers hold your chin steady as full lips curve into a Splenda smile. 

He grins like a boy who hasn't been scolded, tips his head to the pallid boy beside you, and says, "My bad, Kid. You were saying." 

 “This is still the best cure for a hangover known to man." 

Spencer must've waited for you to end your call with Penelope Garcia, for the very second you returned the phone to the receiver he materializes — an unopened water bottle in his skeletal-fingered grasp. The two of you were assigned to comb through evidence at the office. Lord knows your irresponsibility and general lack of ability to bounce back from a night of binge-drinking would've been a hinderance out on the field. A small mercy via Hotchner. (You'll refrain from referring to him as old man for a week to show your gratitude.) 

"Doctor knows best," you tease after accepting the drink. "Thanks." Possibly a trick of the flourescent overhead lights, possibly not, either way you swear you witness a pink tinge fan out across his cheeks. He's too pretty for his own damn good, you think. 

You expect him to amble back to his desk in that awkward way he does when he knows eyes are on him afterward, but he stays, rocks on the balls of his feet and wipes his hands on the front of his trousers. You take another swig from your water before asking, "Did you find something about our unsub?" It's unlike him to stay mute for this long. For as long as you've known him, he's always had something to say at any moment. Opportune or otherwise. 

"No, I actually wanted to talk to you about what you said back there. To Derek."  

Lips gradually form a soft O shape. "Oh. Oh yeah." You're quick (maybe a little eager) to brush files of weeks-old paperwork to the side, permitting him some space to sit on your desk. He'll probably just thank you, but you appreciate every slice of time you have with Spencer. "You know he was just kidding, right? We didn't purposely not invite you." 

Insecurities are Spencer's largest vice. Despite being the smartest person in any given room, it's noticeable how he doesn't believe you. He wants to if the attempt at a smile he makes means anything, but years of being the guy on the outside looking in has worn him down. "Yeah," he says. "But still, thanks for, you know, defending me." 

You're bobbing your head into an earnest nod before you even realize it. "Anytime. Thanks for telling me my haircut was nice." 

The ice breaks. His unreserved laughter rings in your eyes; you watch his posture slacken. "Why did you let Derek anywhere near your head with scissors?" 

“Alcohol amplifies my poor decision-making skills! I swear, Spence, you've just gotta see it for yourself," you laugh. 

He raises his hands in jocular surrender. "Fine. Fine. For research purposes." 

"Yes, research purposes," you reiterate, your smile wide enough to compete with his own. "You have to give at least one of us your number though. What kind of friends don't have each other's number? It's insane."

The genius kicks himself up from your desk. You know you've said something to upset him once he begins to walk off, but then he turns his head over his shoulder to call out, "Already done." 

Your eyebrows knit together near the middle of your forehead. Who could he have given it to? There certainly wasn't much time to socialize between the briefing and now. Maybe Derek? Most likely JJ. Definitely not you. 

 You don't notice the number scrawled out on the bottom of your water bottle until you're done with it.

[eyez-ff-blog]

○○ eyez | fifty-four

“Have you and K made it to the doctor’s office?” Jermaine mumbled into the phone as he walked downstairs into the foreign first floor area of the home.

He chuckled softly when he heard Beija let out a soft belch. “Yeah, I just signed in so I’m just waiting to get it over with,” He walked towards the empty living room area. Aside from the furniture and the working television, there wasn’t much to the room. He sat on the couch as he watched Janiya play in her playpen. “I won’t lie, I’m nervous,” She mumbled.

“You’re gonna be alright,” He said before he sat back, watching as Janiya glanced up at the episode of Sesame Street that was on the TV. “If you need any extra confidence just call me,” He said.

“I’ll keep that in mind. It shouldn’t take me long, though. I’ll see you when I get home,” Beija said before Jermaine heard the rustling of plastic in the background. “I love you,” She spoke with what sounded like a full mouth.

“Love you too, fatty,” J laughed softly before he hung up his cell phone, tossing it onto the couch. “You watching Elmo, baby?” He asked Niya, who was staring up at the television intently as the red muppet danced on the screen. He chuckled when she nodded, and he sighed before sinking into the couch.

The move from North Carolina to Houston was probably more stressful than it had to be—caring for a toddler and a pregnant woman while trying to find a house and move everything into it was a task, and now that there was nothing but unpacking and decorating left to do, J was just ready for this to be done with. The five bedroom home was the proper size at this point; the master bedroom, Janiya’s bedroom and the new nursery for the incoming child took up the majority of the bedrooms. Then there was a room for Beija to have an office space, and Jermaine just finished up the equipment for his home studio. Located in a secluded community in one of the posh areas in town, they seemed to be within access to the best parts of the city. Not only that, the school district was pretty good and if Beija ever changed her mind about letting Janiya go to a public school, she would at least be at a decent one. Jermaine hadn’t lived down South since back when he was a younger man when he visited his father, and now he knew wh he preferred up North. The summers would be nothing but Hell and he’d be lucky if they could get below 50 I the winter. He knew that he could always take the girls on vacation in the winter if he so chose, but it would still feel foreign to look out the window on any given November or December morning and not see any snow. Even with that in his mind, he didn’t regret the move—he was near family, and Janiya would be able to spend more time with her grandparents. He felt that time would be important. Ever since Mekhi’s hospital visit, Beija had been more mindful about time, and he couldn’t blame her. Time was nobody’s ally these days, and he wanted Janiya to experience as much of all of her grandparents’ love while all four of them were still alive.

“Leo!” He called out, and he heard some shuffling out of the kitchen before the small dog came trotting around the corner towards the couch. Jermaine watched as the puppy licked the food off of his mouth, and he chuckled as he leaned down and petted the top of his head. “Making sure you’re not acting up. You got too quiet,” He mumbled as Leo rolled onto his back, subtly asking for a stomach rub. J complied for a moment before Leo sat quietly at the man’s feet.

The house was quiet for now. J would see how long it lasted for them.

About an hour passed when he heard the door to the house unlock, and Jermaine snapped out of his sleep when he heard the yips and barks from Leo as the dog ran out of the living room and towards the foyer. “Ah—hey, boy! I missed you too,” Beija’s giggled resounded throughout the house, and a warmth washed over Jermaine as he sat up on the couch.

“Mama?” Niya’s tiny voice was laced with exhaustion and remnants of sleep as she peeked over the top of the play pen, and he could see the girl bounce with excitement suddenly. “Hi!”

“Hey babe!” Beija walked over to Janiya before slowly pulling her out of the pen, walking over to where Jermaine sat on the couch, kissing the side of his face as she sat down. “Hey there. You just woke up?” She asked.

“Mhm. The doctor went well?” He asked, and she nodded. “Nothing abnormal or anything? How are you feeling?” He seemed to be rambling on, but he always tried to make sure Beija was in a good mood after the doctor’s visits.

“Yes, I’m fine,” She laughed softly. “The pregnancy is on track, nothing was wrong,” She gave a knowing smile, and Jermaine seemed to fidget as he sat up straight in his seat.

“And?”

“What else is there?”

“Imani, come on,” Jermaine’s voice came out in a complaint, and he huffed at his wife’s delighted laughter. “Tell me!”

“It’s a boy,” She said, and his mouth dropped a bit as he stared down at her in slight surprise. “Mhm! Your son...and your brother...” She kissed the side of Niya’s head as she spoke. “...Is in there and growing like a weed.”

“Wow. Wow,” Jermaine laughed softly to himself before he nodded slowly, running a hand over his dreadlocks. “I probably shouldn’t even be this gassed but...wow. You having my son,” He couldn’t help but to be rendered speechless by the news. It felt just as it did when he found out about Janiya; the possibilities about what could be done as a father filled his mind all over again. He couldn’t help but to think about the first time he’d change his daughter’s diaper, or the first time he’d take her to school. Her first heartbreak, her first awkward period, the first dance he’d watch her go to. He’d hopefully walk her down the aisle as well and watch her become a wife and mother. And now all he could think about was teaching his son about all the things he wished his father taught him. He’d teach him what being a real man was, and be an example of how to treat and respect women through the way he would love that boy’s sister and mother. At that moment, Jermaine finally understood the fear that plagued Beija when she was first pregnant—he felt that now more than ever. He wanted to be a good father for his son.

“Baby?” He snapped out of his trance before looking down at Beija, who was still holding Janiya in her arms. The little girl rubbed at her mother’s stomach, and his wife looked peaceful. He hadn’t seen such calm in her in so long, and it was as refreshing as it was strange. “Are you okay? ...You’re happy, right?”

“Of course,” He answered without hesitation, letting out a soft sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m just really...scared,” He laughed softly. “I talked all that stuff about wanting a little me and now I’m wondering if I’ll be good enough,” He admitted. It was a hard pill to swallow, letting his woman know that he was feeling some fear, but he was learning to be more open. He knew it was what she wanted.

“You will be. You know why? Because you’re already a good father to one. We got this. I have my fears too, but I think of it like this—we’ve made it with this one right here,” She nodded her head towards Janiya, who was now concerned with what was on television. “We’ll have to learn new lessons as she grows but I feel like we’re doing our best. And when he’s born, we’ll do it again. And if you’re crazy enough to give me more, we will do it again after that,” Beija chuckled before she reached over and gently nudged his cheek. “God chose us. He gave him to us—so He wants us to raise him.”

“Yeah,” He took out a deep breath as he closed his eyes, feeling her hand slowly rub his cheek. He grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles, feeling the cool metal of her wedding hand against his lips. “We got this.”

“Yes, we do,” He heard her reply, and he opened his eyes to see her gazing at him with a small smile. He couldn’t help but do the same.

“You look like a grilling uncle. All you need is the Jesus sandals,” Beija let out a small laugh before she sat at the vanity within the dressing room.

Jermaine glanced down at the orange, yellow, and black designed dashiki that adorned his body. Aside from the jeans and the matching orange and black sneakers, he probably did look like a hippy. “Must you always pick on me? You gotta get your mama, Lil’ J. She’s being a bad girl,” He slyly commented as he watched Janiya approach him.

“Mean mama,” She scolded, and he let out a small laugh as he scooped the girl in his arms, sitting her down in his lap as he dusted off her matching dress. Her sandals were a simple black, and her toe and fingernails were a matching orange, painted by her mother. Her curls were freshly done and all over her head as usual.

“Mama isn’t mean. Daddy is annoying and being ugly right now,” Beija scoffed playfully as she applied her nude colored lipstick to her lips. Her bandeau-style bra held the same colors and patterns as Jermaine and Janiya’s outfits, and her loose-fitting skirt hung just under her pregnant stomach.

After the more traditional Easter festivities of going to church with Beija’s parents and doing egg hunts with the kids, the Cole’s were due for a pregnancy shoot for their own personal archives. Last time around the couple went for an all-white shoot, but Beija caved into Jermaine’s ‘Lion King’ concept; despite how jittery he still felt about becoming a father again, he couldn’t contain his excitement about having a son, and having his unborn’s big sister be a part of it would make it all the more special.

A knock on the door made J turn his head towards it, clearing his throat before he called out to the unknown on the other side: “We’re decent!”

The door opened and one of the attendants that was working on the set peeked into the door. “Hi, I’m just letting you guys know that we’ve set up the shoot and the photographer is ready for you. Just come on out when you’re ready to start,” The bubbly woman explained.

“Give us about three minutes,” Beija answered as she messed through her hair. She was starting to grow some of her hair back—it was not much larger than a small afro of curls, but with her care and attendance to it, the grade of hair seemed to be about the same as it was before she chopped it off.

“Gotcha,” The woman closed the door, and J looked to his wife as she turned towards him.

“Check the baby bag and make sure she’s gotten her snack. I’m about to go out here and remind them about the contract and such. Then when you guys are ready, come on,” She stood up and he watched as she carefully waddled out of the room.

“You want a snack, baby? You hungry?” Jermaine grabbed the bag that held most of Janiya’s essentials as he girl climbed off his lap. She nodded as she placed her hands on his knees, and he grabbed a small Ziploc bag filled with cubes of cheese and turkey. “Here you go,” He handed her the bag.

“Tank,” She said before opening the bag and placing a cube of cheese in your mou0th.

“You’re welcome,” He answered.

Once Niya finished her snack, the two headed out onto the set for the photoshoot—it was nothing too elaborate or staged—a simple black background and some studio lights to bring out everyone’s features were set up, and Beija was already in the midst of taking her photos alone. Jermaine couldn’t seem to focus on anything else, and he sucked his teeth when he realized how hard he was staring at the woman. He glanced down at his sneaker clad feet, hearing the small giggle from his daughter. He glanced over to see that she was looking right at him.

“Pink,” She pointed at him, and the slight heat on his face could only heighten as he picked the girl off the floor and into his arms. He tickled her stomach, and she laughed as she patted his cheeks, now just an endearing habit she had when she saw her father.

“Don’t be putting me out there like that,” He laughed softly as he held her up against his hip. “You’re getting big, mama. Your birthday is coming too,” He explained as he reached to play with one of her curls. “What do you want for presents?”

“Barbie,” Niya mumbled as she laid her head against J’s chest.

“What else, baby? You don’t wan no clothes or books? You just want Barbie dolls?” He laughed softly as he rocked her in his arms.

Once Beija was done with her part of the shoot, Jermaine put Niya down so she could join her mother in the shoot. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and he pulled it out before he read over the text messages he was attending to. He answered them moderately before silencing his phone and slipping it into his pocket. After the girls were able to do their shoot, Jermaine joined them for some full family shots, wrapping the shoot up with just he and Beija.

After the shoot, they headed back home and were welcomed by an excited Leo, who couldn’t stop barking and running around at the sight of them. Instead of making Beija cook, Jermaine just ordered some catered food from a local soul food spot. Although he didn’t like the weather down in Houston, he loved the food and the culture that loomed around for those who chose to look for it. Nobody’s food could match Beija’s, but he knew he could go out to eat in town and he’d be satisfied at best.

After dinner, he helped Beija up to the bedroom upstairs before he got Janiya and got her ready for bed. First was the bath, and he would have to try to do things in the same way that Beija did. There was a particular process that she went through to make sure that she was able to get to sleep. “Let’s see,” He mumbled as he picked up the bath wash that was infused with lavender and chamomile. “Use at night,” He read the label that was taped to the side, and he nodded before he poured some onto the towel that Niya used. “Alright, let’s do this,” Janiya giggled as he washed her body, and she moved around a bit in the water. “You had fun today?” He asked

“Uh-huh,” Niya said as he rinsed off her body.

“Did you like the Easter Bunny?” He asked, and she nodded before he unplugged the water. “Come on, we can read a story before you go to sleep,” He wrapped her towel around her as he pulled her out of the tub.

“Candy?” She asked, and he raised his eyebrow before he sat on the toilet, drying off her body.

“No candy right now. You’ll be up all night, and mama would kill me,” He shook his head as he grabbed her underwear, sliding them on before putting on her pajamas. “Tomorrow, okay?”

“Kay,” Janiya helped Jermaine put away her bath items before she took his hand. The two walked towards her bedroom, and he opened the door before he flipped on the light.

The room was simple in design for the moment—aside from Janiya’s furniture from the old house, there wasn’t much decoration yet. He placed her into the crib before he plugged in her night light. He grabbed a book from her shelf, yawning as he sat down in his seat. “You wanna read The Three Pigs?” He asked.

“Yes,” Niya laid down against her bed before grabbing her stuffed bear, watching Jermaine through the bars of the crib.

He nodded before he began to read the story, getting through at least half the story before the girl went to sleep. After clearing his voice after his interpretation of the ‘big bad wolf,’ he got up before he walked over to the crib, making sure the blanket properly laid over Janiya’s body. He ran a hand over her hair softly, and he smirked slightly before he left the bedroom, cracking the door open before he headed towards the master bedroom.

“You got her asleep without me. You’re learning,” He heard Beija comment as she looked up from the book she was reading. He sucked his teeth before he slid off his shirt, tossing it into the hamper as he walked towards the bed.

“You could try not to be so skeptical,” He smiled as he sat at the side of the bed. Beija slowly lifted her legs and planted her feet in J’s lap before h began to rub at the left one. “Did you get all the stuff done for her party?” He asked, and she nodded gently.

“Yep; hopefully it’ll be enough food though,” She laughed softly to herself as she placed a book mark within her book, yawning slightly as she leaned back against the bed. “You know our anniversary is coming up,” She reminded.

“Yes, I do,” He replied as he continued to rub her feet.

“What are we gonna do? You know we can’t do too much—by then, I’ll be too pregnant to really travel anywhere that’s not by car,” She said, and he chuckled to himself.

“Don’t worry about it, B. I’ll handle all that. You just worry about relaxing. My boy’s still growin’, and his mama gotta stay happy,” He said with a nod.

“Your excitement is the cutest thing, I swear. But you think you’ll be done after this? Or you trying to give e a village?” She asked with a light laugh.

“Hm,” Jermaine pretended to think about his answer, laughing when Beija lightly kicked his thigh. “I’m playing! I think two is fine, honestly. Whether or not we get more is on you,” A chuckle still laced his tone as he spoke to her.

“It is but it isn’t. I may hae the say but you’ve got the sperm. And you still have the stamina of a damn teenaged boy,” She scoffed, and he sucked his teeth loudly.

“Oh! Can I remind you of the fact that you insinuated both times that I’ve gotten you pregnant? We conceived Janiya at your parent’s house of all places. Then he got conceived back in New York after the charity ball,” Jermaine chuckled a bit before his smile fell into a smirk. “I might have stamina but you like that stamina, so don’t start,” He teased.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah—I ain’t ask for no history lesson,” Beija waved him off as he stood up, chuckling to himself as he headed towards the bathroom.

“I’m just saying! Don’t ask for the monster and be surprised when I lay the shit down,” He said, laughing harshly when he felt a throw pillow from their bed hit him in the back.

[transssexualheart]

Hey b I know you like asks so answer all 200 because I'm just that nice :^)

FUCK THATS SO MANY 

200: my crush’s name is:as if you all don’t know at this point. it’s sarah

199: i was born in:2002

198: i am really:gay

197: my cellphone company is: i’m so fuckin stupid i’m not sure what the question is asking

196: my eye color is: brown

195: my shoe size is:eight and a half/nine

194: my ring size is:i don’t wear rings

193: my height is:5′5

192: i am allergic to:nothing

191: my first car was:never had a car

190: my first job was:never had a job

189: last book you read:hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy

188: my bed is:small

187: my pet:is a beautiful orange cat named danny and i love her

186: my best friend:is lovely

185: my favorite shampoo is:i don’t care 

184: xbox or ps3:i’ve never played a ps3 so i guess xbox

183: piggy banks are:ok??? why are we trying to start piggy bank discourse

182: in my pockets:are trash

181: on my calendar:i don’t use a calendar

180: marriage is:alright?? i’d get married if my partner wanted to

179: spongebob can:?? exist??

178: my mom:is not very nice

177: the last three songs i bought were?uhhh i havent bought music in a while idk

176: last yt video i watched:for him.

175: how many cousins do you have?fuck dude. so many. i don’t know.

174: do you have any siblings?two, a brother and a sister

173: are your parents divorced?well my parents tried to get divorced but my dad died before it actually got worked out and my mom and my stepdad aren’t married and have never been so

172: are you taller than your mom?i believe so  

171: do you play an instrument?yeah, piano

170: what did you do yesterday?not much, just sat around and then walked in circles around my house for hours and then hung out with my siblings in the yard

[do you believe in]

169: love at first site:no, what if that pretty girl u saw on the street is an asshole?? what if she’s racist and homophobic dude u don’t know her

168: luck:sure

167: fate:yeah i guess

166: yourself:haha no

165: aliens:ya

164: heaven:idk

163: hell:idk

162: god:idk!! 

161: horoscopes:idk they’re fun to look at 

160: soul mates: i’d like to believe in soul mates

159: ghosts:idk

158: gay marriage:gay marriage isn’t a fuckinhg cryptid, yes i believe in it i’m gay and i’m gonna probably get married

157: war:god fuck i don’t know

156: orbs:??????????

155: magic:could be real, might not be, who knows

[this or that]

154: hugs or kisses:kisses

153: drunk or high:never been either so

152: phone or online:phone, can text my friends whom i lov

151: red heads or black haired:black haired i guess

150: blondes or brunettes:someone’s gonna get sad when i answer this but brunettes

149: hot or cold:i don’t know actually

148: summer or winter:summer, it’s better than having seasonal depression added onto my normal depression

147: autumn or spring: spring

146: chocolate or vanilla:vanilla

145: night or day:night

144: oranges or apples:apples

143: curly or straight hair:curly!!!!!!!!!!!!!

142: mcdonalds or burger king:don’t really eat at either but if i had to choose, mcdonalds

141: white chocolate or milk chocolate?white chocolate

140: mac or pc:pc

139: flip flops or high heels:high heels

138: ugly and rich OR sweet and poor:wtf 

137: coke or pepsi:don’t really drink soda

136: hillary or obama:man i don’t know too much about politics all i know is that i’d choose hillary over trump any day

135: buried or cremated:man i’m not sure,, i guess i’d prefer to be cremated Please Rid The World Of My Horrible Body

134: singing or dancing:singing

133: coach or chanel:i have like fifty cents do you think i can afford that shit

132: kat mcphee or taylor hicks:who

131: small town or big city:i love the city, maybe that’s because i live in a small town but i love the city

130: wal mart or target:target

129: ben stiller or adam sandler: idk

128: manicure or pedicure:well i don’t want anyone touching my feet i don’t even like taking my socks off around friends unless i very much trust them

127: east coast or west coast:well i live on the east coast so

126: your birthday or christmas:my bday bc we go on vacation for it bc it’s over the summer

125: chocolate or flowers:flowers

124: disney or six flags:never been to disney so six flags

123: yankees or red sox:sport???

[here’s what i think about]

122: war:didn’t another question p much ask the same thing

121: george bush:idk??

120: gay marriage:p much already been asked bud

119: the presidential election:not my president can’t believe u fuckers let trump win

118: abortion:if someone wants an abortion, they should be able to get it. no one else should have a monopoly over that, not even the father, because their body does not belong to him.

117: myspace:never used it

116: reality tv:eh

115: parents:some are good, mine i am not fans of

114: back stabbers:i don’t think i’ve ever really been backstabbed

113: ebay:it’s ok?

112: facebook:don’t really use it

111: work:don’t have a job

110: my neighbors:i don’t talk to them much but everytime we go near their dogs on the otherside of the fence they call the dogs back or pull them away one of the kids went “haha you can’t touch our dogs” and?? idk why??

109: gas prices:i don’t drive

108: designer clothes:can’t afford them

107: college:haven’t been 

106: sports:Throw Ball

105: my family:my sister is lovely, my brother is really mean, and my parents are also p mean like i don’t realize sometimes until i tell something they said and they’re like “??? that’s really not ok??”

104: the future:hasn’t happened yet how would i know

[last time i]

103: hugged someone:earlier today i hugged my aunt because she’s over for easter

102: last time you ate:just ate a tootsie roll a lil bit ago

101: saw someone i haven’t seen in a while:i guess the only person i haven’t seen very recently is spence and the last time i saw him was a few weeks ago

100: cried in front of someone:long time ago

99: went to a movie theater: went to see beauty and the beast a while back but i don’t remember exactly when that was

98: took a vacation: last summer

97: swam in a pool:last summer at my aunt’s probably 

96: changed a diaper:many years

95: got my nails done:i painted a clear coat on them a lil while back does that count

94: went to a wedding:year or so ago?

93: broke a bone:never broken any bones

92: got a piercing:when i was like five

91: broke the law:idk

90: texted:a few mins ago

[misc]

89: who makes you laugh the most:hahah. u

88: something i will really miss when i leave home is:oh man. all my friends, hubbard hall, the school playground, as much as i wanna leave this town i’ll probably cry leaving it behind

87: the last movie i saw:moana!

86: the thing that i’m looking forward to the most:death

85: the thing i’m not looking forward to:school starting again

83: the most difficult thing to do is:tell someone you’re in love with them

82: i have gotten a speeding ticket:never??

81: my zodiac sign is:leo

80: the first person i talked to today was:probably my mom

79: first time you had a crush:seventh grade

78: the one person u can’t hide anything from:apparently you because u always figure me out

77: last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday, spence was talking about how his bf had big hands and i said “u know what they say” and i was about to say “big gloves” but he beat me to it

76: right now i am talking to:i’m not talking i’m typing

75: what are you going to do when you grow up:idk

 74: i have/will get a job:i don’t?? know??

73: tomorrow:is easter

72: today:is not easter

71: next summer:??

70: next weekend:idk man??

69: i have these pets:one cat, two fish

68: the worst sound in the world:chEWING

67: the person that makes me cry the most is:haha

66: people that make you happy:my friends

65: last time i cried:about a month ago

64: my friends are:the best!!!

63: my computer is:alright

62: my school:is the fucking worse

61: my car:is non existent

60: i lose all respect for people who:support trump

59: the movie i cried at was:i cried over the shitty mario movie when i was seven

58: your hair color is: dark brown

57: tv shows you watch:i don’t really watch tv

56: fav website:i dont kno

55: your dream vacation:to go to the beach with friends

54: the worst pain i was ever in was:emotional

53: how do you like your steak cooked:well not burnt

52: my room is:alright

51: my fav celebrity is:does dan avidan count? he still holds a special place in my heart

50: where would you like to be:my answers for these kinds of qs are always so gay 

49: do you want children:used to not want them, but i guess depending on the person i’d have them with i MIGHT

48: ever been in love:ya

47: who’s your best friend:asdgkjgf

46: more guy friends or more girl friends:many of us are nb

45: one thing that makes you feel great is:being loved

44: one person you wish you could see right now:u know, u all know who

43: do you have a five year plan:???????

42: have you made a list of the things to do before u die:1. kiss a girlthat’s it

41: have you prenamed your children:no

40: last person i got mad at:probably my brother

39: i would like to move to:nyc

38: i wish i was a professional:animator

[my favs]

37: candy:sweedish fish and jolly ranchers

36: vehicle:idk

35: president:i only remember obama

34: state visited:idk

33: cellphone provider:also idk

32: athlete:don’t pay attention to sports

31: actor:i don’t freakin know

30: actress:well,

29: singer:wELL,,

28: band:not sure

27: clothing store:idk

26: grocery store:hannaford??

25: tv show:no idea

24: movie:so many good movies

23: website:i think this was already asked??

22: animal:not sure

21: theme park:only ever been to like one

20: holiday:xmas

19: sport to watch:uhh i guess soccer?? i’ll actually understand whats happening so

18: sport to play:also soccer

17: magazine:don’t read them

16: book:carry on

15: day of the week:saturday

14: beach:no specific one i just like the beach

13: concert attended:only ever been to one, it was a top concert

12: thing to cook:grilled cheese

11: food:not sure

10: restaurant:idk

9: radio station:don’t really listen to the radio

8: yankee candle scent:??? idk???

7: perfume:don’t really wear it

6: flower:roses or tiger lillies

5: color:blue

4: talk show host:i don’t know??

3: comedian:bo burnham

2: dog breed:shiba inu

1: did you answer all of these truthfully?ya

i didn’t move the whole time i answered all 200 help me

[ramblingshit]

The Woman in Black - 1989 - 3/10

looks like the 1980s but with somewhat older-style outfits; exposition mutherfuckerrrrrr;

very slow, fluffy script; oh got the cut is just forward and back as they speak, now we’re close flipping forward and back when its their turn to speak i’m dying. exposition, telling other characters what the audience has already heard; each of these scenes are far too long with so much fluff, Jesus Christ the cuts just throw us into a completely different place with no transition its so abrupt and the jump cuts are infinitely worse fuck half of these are like .5 seconds long, they’re so basic its crazy. some j cuts all of the sudden and some decent direction all of the sudden on this indoors scene wtf lol. then back to awful cuts, apparently just outside and between scenes.

i can’t even focus on the story because there’s so much nonsense filming, writing and acting and jfc.

the 2012 version is only 5 minutes less but this one reaaaaally feels like its length while the 2012 one does not.

the house is just a grey house in a simple marsh, unassuming, boring to look at, the birds chirp, there’s a half-sunken cemetery nearby, the woman in blacks just standing there in broad daylight with a lil hat on her head, her skin like yellow tinted with red around her eyes kinda lookin like the wicked witch of the west, just staring casually at him they giving her a mid-shot and a close-shot and all, got some crooked shaped eyebrows, i think she’s angry? I’d be angry too with that ugly ass velvet donut on my head; she slowly sorta makes her way a few steps toward him, he sprints off and locks the door then turns on all the electrical lights in the house and seems alright; the rooms are tiny and clean cause she only just died (woman in black’s sister) - it’s really not scary - all white and beige with floral designs, boring frames with dark protraits; reminds me of the rooms at the thornton’s house and other old bedrooms i stayed in as a kid; fuck he’s really turning every single light on. he’s drinking again. we’re half an hour in and he’s messing around with some sort of recorder whistling into it and shit - omfg i thought that was leading up to a scare but no. telling the clues of the mystery in these weird cylinder recordings instead of the 2012 letters? he’s drinking again. WHOA hey we got an establishing shot and its a red-bricked house three stories tall with a big ass entrance way and pointed roofs and lots of windows am i missing something wait what happened to the grey house. there’s no scary music, its all light, there’s no suspense its like well here we are, now we’re here, now the marsh is water, there’s fog and horses and he’s nervous and there’s horses and women and children screaming yikesss ol mate looks mildly nervous, they must have hired him for his scared running and dramatic turns, NOW THE HOUSE HAS GREEN VINES ALL OVER IT. i mean he seems passionate about his role he’s tryin his hardest thats for sure. half of its filmed like a stage show - where’d the dog go. continuity needs to like actually be a thing. why do these candles have hats they’re on beautiful candelabras and now there’s more alcohol. for epople who have a butler and a maid on stand-by their tablecloth looks like a crumpled sheet and the lampshades look like they were picked up from the tip and they’re fkn crooked for godssake. we’re 46 minutes in and theres been maybe 25 minutes of actual story. he ran because he was afraid and that sits wrong with him so he wants to go back - now he’s ‘brave but not brave enough’. stubborn muthafucker. his rational friend is like lol you’re a moron, take my dog as companion he’s called spider for some reason. jesus fuck the cuts they get me everytime they’re scarier than anything else i’ve seen. unsurprised i could see the shadow of the camera. oh okay the grey house is the generator room out back that makes more sense. locked doors, ring of many keys but no key will turn. completely wasted mirror angles that were making me actually kinda anxious waiting to see something in them like damn son wasted opportunity. thrilling to watch this guy go through wads of paper not really looking at anything just pushing them around the great lawyer he is conveniently only finding and looking at plot-relevant things. kid crying mummy mummy while the lady just screams horribly - OMG NOW HES telling the recording exactly what we just heard and saw fuck sakee i love this movie its so dumb spoon feeding everyone - naw spider in his beeeeddd 10/10 best actor. nothing scary has actually happened other than weird lady staring constipatedly at him. he out here gon break his shoulder - sprint sprint sprint PACE PACE PACE – THE DOOR IS OPENNNNN ooohhwuuuhohhh and now he has an axe. he’s a fuck load more of a scardey cat than my main man harry potter and its the nursery - A BALLLLLLLL fell from the SKYYYYY and he doesn’t seem too fazed lmao. spiders just chillin on a chair like yep you’re in trouble. creepy old dolls. a kid just said 'hello’ and laughed, like friendly. 'hello?’  and put a toy in his hand. this is actually interesting. whoops the lights have gone out - PROBS CAUSE HE TURNS THEM ALL ON. nothing even scary happened, the kid said hi and clearly wanted to play then he sprinted away and now is panicking trying to find a torch where is he going its not even that dark back at the generator. cause god forbid- - OMG HE:S LITERALLY GO TTHE WHOLE HOUSE LIT UP mate why do you think it all went out omg im crying he’s freaking out about spider running off oh nah nevermind he’s fine lololol he was freakingggg outttt and then just chills immediately and goes back inside. i love this guy he’s trying so hard. the 70s lampshades are swinging from the roof. would be more eerie if it were actually dark and nah gonna just move over that back to him telling the recording exactly what we just saw. every fucking light. every FUCKING LIGHT. he’s lucky he doesn’t have to pay for electricity. this is the third time we’ve heard this crash and the kid and the lady screaming and he’s going angry about it cause its very noisy and he’s lost his mate’s dog whoops. lol whoops his mate found his own dog half drowned in the marsh and is just chill with it. wait this has all happened in a day?? this fuckin guy. ol mates got him rugged up and getting him outta there cause he collapsed in fright from finding the nursery trashed. that’s it. like yeah its spooky but come on man. is this the climax of the movie??? we an 1hr12min in. think they’re only breifly and vaguely mentioning that to see her means a kid will die and has died - how the fuck are you supposed to make her fearsome if you declaw her and take away that which threatens people: the fact she’s out there causing kids to die. floral bed covers. are they seriously not even going to show the dead kid. they’re just chatting. and again wa– holy fuck these people shes like neeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrhhh with a hogwarts cloak on and short curly hair with that yellow face and crooked brows, and he’s got his arms over his face, eyes shut just lying on his bed screaming - fuckin close ass shots i can see up their noses. now he’s taken ill poor mate. also he’s in a different bed?? and now he’s awake and talking some whack shit. has anyone called his wife yet lol. an awesome shot of just him sleeping. and another one. who’s this lady? oh its his wife. what’s she doing here i guess they did call her ahahaha. everything is so bright and blue and white where is the deeeeeath how is any of this scary its just so much chilling out and chatting and lol bye hope you get better have fun talking men. what. the house burned down? what. ol mate seems suss. HE’S SUSS. ol mate definitely burned that shit to the ground. who knows why he didn’t really seem sold on the whole thing but ya know. now they’re wearing like any old clothes they can find. and there’s a soldier too. and they’re training off into the sunset. that woman is not old enough to be this guy’s mother. what. we have cake time. pointless pointless scenes. ooooooooooooooooooooooo he got the ptsd from the horse clackity clack. no woman with hair that perfect sleeps without it in rolls or covered, not back then lol. where’s the deatttttthhh. oooohweeerrroooooo. whats in the box in the box whats in the box todayyy. acting is always 10/10 with this guy, especially the angst and strong emotions. he really doesn’t care for actually investigating these many papers he’s got in these boxes. um. he was in his office. and then the next scene was him entering his office and hanging up his jacket in his office????? wot. THE PAPERS AREN’T IN THE FIREPLACE MATE THEY’RE OUTSIDE OF IT. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OH MY GOD HES MAD HES SETTING THE OFFICE ON FIRE HOLY FUCKKKKKKKKK MATE. dude you are so fired. fireman is like yeah i found this jerry can of parrafin you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you. omg omg he’s attacking his boss this is so exciting. i think he’s fired lol. can’t believe he’s not been arrested. what do you tell your wife lmao. how do you get references for another job in this career. her hair is so perfect. she wants to talk, he silences her with a kiss, conversation moves on, he silences her with another kiss - typical. now they’re boating. there’s 3 minutes left. are they gonna drown. omg the jumpcuts. SHES STANDING ON WATER. SHES JESUS. ahahhahahahahAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA DEATH BY TREEEEEEEEEE and i think they did drown omg ahahah my guy, wife kid and baby. that’s fuckin dark. last literally 1 minute of the movie just kill everyone off. what a shit fest i love it.