#like I've ragged on the movies before and could probably again

[shinygoku]

The 2 Supermarionation Thunderbirds movies of the 60′s are so easy to Vastly Improve and I can sum it up in one word: Crossover!!

To elaborate with a few more words; Crossover with the sister show that would soon be hitting TV Screens 👁👁

THUNDERBIRDS ARE GO [1966] has a plot about a manned mission to Mars, that initially fails as there was insufficient security, so they hire a ....Non-Profit Private Rescue Organisation?? Bwuh? To make sure the same two-bit domestic terrorist who’s main Deal is wearing disguises (and sometimes being armed) doesn’t stow away on an awkward flight to and from Mars.... well anyway, that rather daft plan to hire the people who should be busy with more important matters does work. They get to Mars and drive around a bit, but the Native Lifeforms of Mineral Fire Launching Snake Things scare them off. International Rescue’s actual rescue of the returning crew is very good though (albeit it’s an Operation Crash Dive copycat lol).

But, ooh! Mars? Alien Life? A Security Company being hired to supervise the launching and maybe be privy to the shocking revelations on the Red Planet? This would be SUCH a neat way to Backdoor Pilot some Spectrum action, set before the status quo of CSatM settles in... Spectrum were literally made to be an elite Security service before pivoting to having to focus so heavily on the Martian Threat!

Well anyway, let’s have a quick look’a the other movie, which was filmed at the same time as some’a CSatM

THUNDERBIRD 6 [1968] is a coma inducer of a movie, it is! Though I appreciate the attempt to have stronger focus on the characters, this is in practice only extended to a handful and leaves the others with nothing to do. The most notable part of this General Anaesthetic is Brains’ struggle to make the titular TB6 and that the Skyship One’s maiden voyage is being sabotaged by Not-The Hood and his motely crew of Imposter Crewmen, who murder and replace all the regular dudes in a shockingly cold blooded sequence by Thunderbirds standards, and this is before the cathartic finale of Thunderbirds 1 and 2 ....bombing the everloving shit out of Not-The Hood...... huh! That’s a darker shade of grey than they tend to dabble with, innit!

Hopefully you catch my drift; the crew being killed and replaced with imposters, and fiery doom befalling the Evil HQ is far more outta the Mysterons and Spectrum’s conflict playbook!

It really frustrates me that they had Carte Blanche to make whatever they wanted for these big exciting events, the movies of Thunderbirds. And they came up with some cool ideas, but wrapped it in hours of nothing significant, coming tantalisingly close to something truly special but choosing to focus on the wrong areas, like silly dream sequences or shooting lions in Africa like a fucking scumbag.

Now, TaG [66] predates the solidification of CSatM, and Thunderbird’s second season was cut short and the focus changed to an exciting new premise, but TB6 has no such excuse. If it was made to be a last hurrah, it goes off not with a bang, but like a damp squib. So many scenes go on without purpose, they even cotton on to the fact there is a Sus Imposter early-ish on but then take no action and even talk about being International Rescue in front of him! What on earth is going on, where’s the thrills, spills and automobiles that makes Thunderbirds such a cultural icon?!

I’m not saying shoehorning Spectrum into the movies we got would automatically make them better (but you’d hafta be trying awfully hard to make TB6 worse...), but rather if they had been baked in to the initial concept, with the story touching on both the similarities and the differences of International Rescue and Spectrum and how they deal with the situations presented, it would have been a radical idea that bridges the series and could whet the appetite for more of the sequel series. Instead the closest we get is that the Zero-X [or, another Z-X] made a separate mission to Mars, with Captain Black leading that mission...

There’s a lotta different ways having both Good Guy Organisations present and focused on coulda gone; cooperation or opposition, idealism vs pragmatism, the need to save every human possible and the dread of seeing the twin rings of light shining apon a rocket’s hull. It wasn’t to be, but both the series having similarities and parallels and being right next to each other still make me think they Could Have if they wanted to, but alas, they did not.

[moonstruckme]

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poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

Your heartbreak is intermittent. Your boyfriends have affixed you with everything you need, from your heaviest blanket to your favorite treats from the corner store, but even with the distraction of your comfort movie on the TV in front of you, James keeps catching the occasional sluggish tear rolling down your face. It seems like you’re only able to slip free of your grief for a few minutes at a time before you remember it, tiny sounds of anguish slipping past your lips as your eyes fill with tears all over again. 

He reaches over you now as a silent sob jerks your shoulders, tucking you under his arm. “It’s going to be okay,” he whispers feebly. The words feel emptier with each repetition. 

You clearly don’t believe him, sniffling and pulling your legs closer to your chest. 

Your boyfriends share in your agony, Remus keeping his stare determinedly on the movie despite the worried set to his brows while Sirius’ eyes keep flitting to you, continually looking like he’s about to say something and then deciding against it.

Something must happen in that head of yours, because suddenly your crying worsens, awful, wracking sobs tearing out of you despite how hard you’re clearly trying to suppress them. 

Remus turns around in his seat, crestfallen. “Dovey, come on,” he pleads, grabbing the remote to pause the movie. Your ragged breaths sound worse in the new silence. “You’re okay, sweetheart.” 

“I’m sorry,” you say miserably. You press a hand to your mouth to quiet yourself.

“No, don’t be sorry.” James scrubs a hand up and down your shoulder. “Let it out if you need to, angel.” 

You won’t, face growing blotchier by the second, but you do lean into his side as a compromise. 

“I know you’re disappointed,” Remus says tentatively, “but I really do think it’ll all work out in the end. In a year this won’t seem nearly as important. Probably sooner.” 

You don’t respond; you don’t believe him, either. 

On your other side, Sirius makes a soft sound. “What’s going through your head, sweetness?” 

“Just—” you sniff, wiping a hand under one eye too roughly for James’ liking. He intercepts it, thumbing the tears from your other cheek far more tenderly. “I’m so d—disappointed in myself.” You break halfway through, covering your mouth with your hand as sobs jostle their way out of you. 

“Don’t say that.” Sirius is practically begging. “You worked so hard, there wasn’t anything more you could have done.” 

“You—you can’t know that. I could have tried harder.” 

“Darling, these are pointless thoughts,” Remus says gently. “There’s no use in thinking about what might have been different. You did work very hard, maybe as hard as you could, but it’s done now.” 

Your only response is a soft, half-repressed keening sound, and Remus gets out of his seat, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of you. His knees bump the couch as he reaches forward to grasp your ankles. 

“What do you want for yourself—say, a year from now?” 

Your eyebrows scrunch while James’ rise. He’s not sure this is the line of thought Remus should be leading you down right now; up until a couple hours ago, the answer had hinged on the university you’ve just been rejected from. Sirius looks similarly dubious, gray eyes moving between you and Remus warily. 

“Take your time,” Remus urges. One of his palms slides up the line of your calf and back down again. “Think about it.” 

“I want…I want good friends at my school,” you say, eyes downcast as you think. “I want to like where I live—to feel at home—and to like my classes too.” You look up at him and your eyes have gone glossy. “I just want to be happy,” you whimper. 

There’s heartache in the crease of Remus’ brows, but he rubs your shin consolingly. “You will be happy, sweetheart. None of the things you just said are exclusive to any one school.” He rests both hands on your knees, giving them a little squeeze. “I know it might not feel like it right now, but that wasn’t your only path to happiness. You might even make better friends, or take more interesting classes, or feel more at home wherever you end up than you ever would have at that place.” A tear dribbles down to your chin, and Remus’ eyebrows scrunch concernedly. “Do you get what I’m saying?” 

“I do. Thanks. Just, I can’t—” You suck in a breath, trying to keep more tears at bay. “I can’t think about that right now.” 

“I know.” He rubs your calf, lips pursed. “I know you’re not ready to think about what’s next just yet, darling, but just know you’re going to be alright. We’ll talk about it when you’re ready.” 

“Do you want to wallow for a bit?” Sirius asks, cozying up to you and needling his arms under yours to hug you from the side. You sniff, and he takes it for agreement, setting his chin on your shoulder. “Perfect.” He plants a kiss on your cheek. “Wallowing is my specialty, sweetpea. If you wanna cuddle for the next twelve to eighteen hours, I’m your man.” 

“You do have work in the morning,” Remus reminds him idly. 

“Priorities, Moony. Our beautiful genius sweetheart is sad, if I have to shirk all my responsibilities for the next two weeks to cuddle her, then that’s a small price to pay.” 

His scheme works, and a tiny smile worms its way onto your lips. James can practically feel Sirius’ internal fist-pump. 

“What?” he goads you, giving your jaw another quick kiss. “You don’t think I’ll do it? No sacrifice is too much for my girl, you know.” 

“This is not wallowing,” you point out, and he pouts at you. 

“Fine, you’ve caught me.” He dips his head to nip at the ticklish spot on your neck, a near desperate move in James’ opinion, and grins when you giggle unwillingly. “I only like it when I wallow. I want you smiling, without a single unpleasant thought going through that lovely head of yours, all day long. But alas,” he sighs exaggeratedly, resting the side of his head on your shoulder, “we can mope, if that’s what you want.” 

You don’t reject his offer, placing your head atop his, but James notices that some of the heaviness has waned from your countenance. He leans over and presses his lips to your temple.

[selfindulgentpixies]

Part one

Okay here's part two for my Suguru x reader fic i did earlier. It's going to evolve into a Satoru x reader x Suguru fic. This one admittedly has ended up feeling very uh meandering I guess? I'm trying to establish the dynamic between the three of them

Important notes: GN!reader, reader is referred to with chan attached to their name, reader is a year younger than Suguru and Satoru. Suguru and Satoru are absolute menaces. Reader's cursed technique is mentioned. Said CT involves absorbing curses through their hands and converting them into weapons though it's not super important to to this chapter.

Fun fact: the japanese school year apparently begins in in april! So this takes place a bit before hidden inventory shortly after Suguru and Satoru start their second year.

Edit: I've made some revisions to this chapter to bring it up to my current standards! Nothing big just things that make it flow better and some extra details.

Chapter 2: Movie night

Things are different after the mission with Geto, he's softer with you than he’d been in the past. Before the mission he'd almost seemed a little resentful of you behind his smile though you couldn't figure out why. It didn't feel like that now. You aren't dumb, you can pinpoint the moment things felt like they'd begun to shift with him. When he'd held your arm after you absorbed that curse, the way his eyes had looked over darkly bruising flesh with the ink black lines crawling up your arm like an infection. When he'd asked if it was always like this you thought you'd find pity in his dark gaze when you raised your eyes to his, instead you saw something you weren't expecting. Understanding.

You were admittedly thrown off balance by this, plastering what you hoped was a reassuring smile on your face as you answered him. You doubted you fooled his keen eyes as you tried to disguise your discomfort but he didn't push you or even ask if it hurt. Probably because he thought the question would be pointless. Only an idiot wouldn't have been able to see you were in pain. Instead he'd gently examined the limb, his fingers sliding over your arm before letting go when he was satisfied.

He'd also begun going out of his way since that day to help you train as well, though you're not sure how much getting tossed around the training field like a rag doll is helping you. You've gotten very good at breaking your falls. You can at least say that. He said you were improving but you're not sure how true that is, though it probably should have tipped you off he was being honest when Gojo who was sitting on the sidelines more often than not to watch didn't interject to say otherwise. Especially since he was more than willing to point out where you had messed up. Perhaps you just hadn't known them long enough to realize that Geto was soft for you and Gojo was becoming so in turn. Again it's kind of hard to realize someone is soft for you when they regularly send you flying like you weigh nothing. Both older boys could appreciate that you kept dusting yourself off and getting right back to it though. 

These last few weeks play back in your mind on repeat. Especially how gently he'd held your arm on that mission and the look in his eyes. You're broken from these thoughts when you notice the three second years making their way back to the dorms, Shoko splitting off from the boys presumably to head toward her own dorm. Probably to get cleaned up after a mission if you had to guess. You watch Geto and Gojo, watch as their hands brush against each other as they walk. They start to lean in close to each other and you watch as Gojo brushes his lips over Geto’s ear. You’ve apparently been caught staring though as suddenly Gojo is unmistakably looking directly at you as you noisily watch the intimate moment playing out between the older boys. Gojo’s sudden shift in attention of course causes Geto to look toward your window as well.

You let out a squeak and instead of maybe rolling with it and just waving or something to make yourself not seem nosy you flail and pull your curtain closed. "Stupid stupid stupid,” you grumble to yourself feeling your ears burn.

Down below you don’t see the two older boys share knowing and amused grins. You’re also far too consumed by your own embarrassment at having been caught staring at their intimate moment to hear their laughter as you internally berate yourself.

You also don't hear the ensuing conversation.

You get maybe a half hour of peace after that, able to mostly stop cringing at yourself and get back to studying. The peace is shattered when there's a knock on your door. You jolt in your seat, taken off guard since you hadn't expected anyone to stop by your room this late in the day. You turn in your chair and give the door a questioning look, unsure if you want to be bothered. Then he speaks. "Oi, ___-chan, come on don't ignore me." It's Gojo. All your embarrassment at being caught staring earlier floods back.

Reluctantly you get up and open your door a little to stare up at the older boy. He's got his arms full of snacks and he's grinning down at you, eyes obscured by those dark glasses he always wears. "I was almost worried you went to bed early. Come on, we don't want to keep the others waiting."

If an expression could be a question mark that's what your face was now. "Who's waiting and why?"

"You'll see it's a surprise~" he sing songs.

"Senpai, I" You're cut off when he adjusts his hold on the snacks and reaches out to grab your arm, tugging you out of your room since you were apparently taking too long to convince.

You flail, taken off balance and your voice involuntarily raises an octave "Gojo-senpai i-i'm not dressed to go anywhere i'm in my pajamas!"

"Pajamas are perfect for this, don't worry about it." He ignores your sputtering and goes to close your door.

"At least let me grab my phone." You huff.

He glances down at you with a triumphant smile knowing he's gotten his way. He opens your door fully and gestures with a flourish for you to go ahead. You contemplate slamming the door behind you but felt wrong being so disrespectful to an upperclassman, especially as your mind so helpfully reminded you of how you'd been caught rudely staring at him and Geto-senpai only half an hour ago.

You follow Gojo closely, having to take three steps for every one of his. "So you're really not gonna tell me?"

"Stop being impatient, you'll literally see the surprise in less than two minutes."

You pout but go quiet.

He wasn't wrong, soon enough you're standing in front of another dorm room. "Suguru, Shoko, I got the snacks and grabbed ___ along the way. "

You blink a little owlishly, realizing the dorm room you're at is likely Geto's. It's neat, at least by teenage boy standards. There's a biggish bean bag couch set up at the end of the bed facing a tv that's been set up with what looks like a shiny new dvd player along with several stacks of dvd's. Shoko and Geto are both by an open window, blowing smoke outside.

Shoko smiles warmly. "Ahh glad you could make it, ___-chan. When they told me they were inviting you too I wasn't sure you'd actually come."

You glance away for a moment and play with the hem of your sleep shirt. "Gojo-senpai was very... insistent." 

Geto laughs lowly. "Satoru always is once he's decided something."

Your eyes are drawn toward the dark haired boy as he stubs out his cigarette and tosses it into the ashtray. He's smiling at you, his head tilted to the side. You can't help but take in how his hair is down and wet, clinging to his neck. It makes your mouth feel dry in a way you're not really familiar with. Gojo nudges you into the room before going to set out the snacks.

For some reason the idea that your three senpai had decided to invite you to their movie night left you feeling intimidated. "Is uh... anyone else gonna show up?" you ask hoping you don't sound nervous. "Nope-” Gojo pops the ‘P’, ”just the four of us," he throws over his shoulder at you as he continues his task. Your stomach swoops a little. At least Shoko is here otherwise you're pretty sure you would have run away. Being alone in such a casual setting with Gojo and Geto would have been overwhelming right now.

You finally move to go sit on the far end of the beanbag couch only to be jerked toward the middle of it by Gojo as he sits on your left, before you can protest or move back Geto sits on the right side of you, effectively trapping you between the two of them unless you wanted to outright get up and find a different spot to sit, though your options would be the literal floor or Geto's bed since Shoko seems to have claimed Geto's desk chair.

Shoko catches you looking her way and she eyes her peers suspiciously. "___, we can switch places if you'd like." She states already starting to stand. You scoot just slightly forward ready to accept only to feel a strong hand pull back on your shoulder and then feel Suguru's arm pressing along the back of your shoulder's once you've been pulled back to sit snugly in the honestly too small bean bag couch with the two long limbed boys.

"Aww they're fine right here aren't you, ___?" Geto asks as he tilts his head at you, a smile curling his lips and pretty brown eyes turning into crescents.

You're pretty sure your brain is as fried as it could ever be in that moment only for it to get even worse when Gojo's arm presses against Geto's and he too somehow manages to get further into your personal space. "Yeah this is the best place to watch movies from," Gojo's breath  fans over your ear and you swear you can feel the barest hint of his lips brush the skin there.

Your face is so hot that you're surprised you haven't burst into flames and your heart is so rabbit quick you’re wondering how it hasn’t burst out of your chest. You’ve never been subjected to attention like this before. Especially not by a pair of pretty boys like your senpai.

Shoko breaks the moment by tossing two precisely aimed pillows into the faces of the two biggest menaces she knows. "If the two of you don't stop that I'll take ___-chan with me and go have a movie night just the two of us." There’s a clear threat in her voice and they know she means it.

Both boys sputter at the pillows in their faces before grumbling. Geto tosses his on the ground while Gojo holds his on his lap with a pout, he then sticks his tongue out at her. "You're no fun."

"And you're going to send ___ running if you keep it up," She shoots back and goes over to the dvd player to pick a movie. Neither Gojo nor Geto had taken the time to put one in, more focused on getting you trapped between them.

After selecting a movie and putting it in she glances back at you. "So would you like to trade seats?" You keep your eyes firmly on her but you can swear you can feel the two boys looking at you. You don't fully trust your voice but squeak out a small reply anyway. "Y-yeah actually." there was no way you were gonna be able to focus on the movie if they kept doing whatever it was they were doing. You feel Geto squeeze your shoulder briefly before letting go and both boys scoot slightly to allow you the minimal space needed to get up from the squishy death trap that is the bean bag couch. Shoko ends up helping you up before plopping herself in between menace one and two who are both definitely pouting.

The desk chair gives you the space needed to get your bearings for the first time since Gojo showed up at your door. Was this all some weird game to get back at you for staring at them from your window? As the movie plays you're sure you can feel them glancing your way but try to ignore it. Ignore it until Gojo tosses a candy bar directly into your lap startling you during a tense scene and making you squeak. When you realize what had touched you was a candy bar and not a serial killer you look over toward the three on the couch to catch Gojo flashing a grin your way. Geto reaches over shoko to playfully shove his shoulder.

Even now in the mostly dark room you can see it's your favorite. Which probably isn't that strange given that you normally eat one after training with Geto, and since one boy was never far from the other Gojo probably just picked up on it. That or it's all coincidence and your nerves from the evening thus far are making you over analyze a chocolate bar.

You're not sure when you dozed off in the uncomfortable chair but when you're woken up it's by Gojo poking you in the cheek and there are credits rolling on screen. He goes to poke your cheek again but you pull back with a slurred " 'm awake..." You blink blearily at the room, trying to get your brain to catch up with the situation. Gojo pokes you again deliberately on the nose this time. Without thinking and with sleepy irritation overriding all good sense you bite at him, surprising you both when you actually manage to catch his finger.

You immediately release his finger that now has a neat little ring of your teeth dented into it.

"You bit me! What the hell!?"

Embarrassed you yell back, "I only bit you because you kept shoving your finger in my face!"

Distantly through your embarrassment you register Geto laughing at the two of you. Honestly more at Gojo than you though you don’t realize that.

"Will you all shut up," an angry lump on the beanbag couch growls out. You realize it's Shoko. "I'm trying to sleep."

"Ah but Shoko, if you want to sleep you can go back to your own room. Satoru and I aren't going to bed for a while yet." Geto's tone is light as he sits up more in bed, drawing your gaze. From what you can gather it seems both he and Gojo must have moved to the bed at some point during the movie.

 It's while you're occupied with this thought that the white haired menace grabs both arms of the chair you're sitting in. You blink. "Wha-" He spins the chair and you let out a little yell. When he finally stops the chair you slide out of it dazed. The world is still spinning a little. "W-what was that for..?"

"For biting me of course."

"Satoru, don't pick on them too much, you were asking for a reaction poking them like that," Geto admonishes him, though even dazed as you are you can hear the amusement in his voice.

There's an annoyed grunt from the beanbag couch and the lump that is Shoko wrapped in a blanket stands up and heads for the door after tossing the blanket over Gojo. "Guess I will go back to my own room if the three of you can't be quiet."

From your spot you wonder what you did to get lumped in with the two of them.

Gojo pulls the blanket off his head and sticks his tongue out at Geto. "Yeah yeah." Standing he grabs your arm unprompted to pull you off the floor and you stumble into him because the world is still spinning a little from how fast he spun the chair.

You push most of the way off his chest in embarrassment though your hands remain to keep you steady as the world slows back down. You look up at him from beneath your lashes with an unintentional pout and mumble out an apology.

"Oh and what are you sorry for?" He tilts his head to the side and it suddenly strikes you that in the mostly dark room he'd removed his glasses. The full force of his pretty eyes focused directly on you. That is until Geto Speaks up. "That's enough teasing, Satoru." He sits up fully in the bed crossing his legs as he turns his full attention to you.

Geto blessedly gives you an out. "___-chan, do you want to stay with us and watch another movie or do you think you're done?" Honestly you think you could hug him for giving you a clear choice. The thought makes your cheeks flush.

"uh... I should probably go back to my room, it's late yeah? I have to be up early to train." Your hands drop from Gojo's chest now that the world has stopped spinning.

The raven haired boy nods. "I'll walk you back to your room then."

"You don't gotta do that, senpai, i don't even have to go outside."

"I know, but I want to." He smiles at you so prettily. 

Geto is bounced on the bed when Gojo flops down on the mattress.

You shift a little looking between the two of them for a moment. "Alright then.." your hand comes up to rub the back of your neck.

With that Geto is out of bed and walking you through the short halls to your room.

"Thanks for inviting me to watch movies with you guys tonight, or was that just Gojo-senpai?"

He hums. "No we both wanted you to join."

"Can I ask why?"

"What do you mean why?" He raises an eyebrow as he peers down at you. "We like your company, that's reason enough." You were skeptical and your expression must have told him as much as he sighs. "Do you think I spend my time between missions and classes training someone whose company I don't like? And do you think Satoru would stick around to add input if he didn't? Our time is too valuable for that."

"O-oh," you utter lamely before swallowing and speaking again. "Well, thank you, Geto-senpai." You weren't exactly used to people wanting your company. Before Jujutsu tech you were often viewed as being strange by your peers.

He messes up your hair. "Ack!" and when you glance up at him even while his hand is still on your head the smile he's giving you makes your heart thunder in your chest.

"You should call me Suguru."

"Isn't that a bit rude though? You're older than me and-"

"It's not rude if I've told you you can."

You're quiet for a moment as you reach your dorm room. He lets you be, giving you time to process your conversation. He leans against the wall by your door. "Well uh.. thank you again Ge- Suguru-senpai. It was nice at least until I fell asleep." You rock back on your heels before opening your bedroom door.

"Of course. I'll see you tomorrow then for training?"

You nod eagerly. "Yeah I'll see you then. Goodnight." You give him a little wave.

He bids you goodnight as well and goes to return to his room, likely to watch more movies with Gojo if you had to guess. After carefully closing the door you take a deep breath before throwing yourself onto your bed to squeal into your pillow and flail your legs to get out all your feelings from the night, especially the exchange you'd just had with Suguru.

__

Back in Suguru's room you miss when he sits in the desk chair Gojo had aggressively spun you in earlier and how it breaks dramatically beneath him. What you don’t  miss is Gojo's cackling in the hall and the sounds of thudding footsteps outside your room as Suguru chases him. When you peek out your door into the hall to see what's going on they're already long gone.

AHHHH part 2 is officially finished! I hope everyone enjoys it. This is the longest thing i've written i a long while. Keep an eye out for part 3. Upcoming parts will have spoilers for season 2 and the manga.

Tag list! @icy-spicy @strawberrystepmom @nanamikentoseyebags @gojoest

Please let me know if you like it! I put a lot of work into this so far.

Part 3

[angelpuns]

knocks on your door i have a fake fanfic title:

"Big, broken, Red heart"

My immediate thought is Future! Raph comic?? I've only seen like two of those smh HE DESERVES FUTURE FICS TOO!!!!

anyway, maybe F!Raph survives and he gets to go back in time??? Anyway he saves the timeline or whatever but fnds it too painful to stay with his family, as much as he wants to. So it's more about wanting vs not wanting to stay kinda deal?? mannn thining about hwo differently he would handle saving the timeline than F! Leo or any of their other bros might. Like he grabs present Loe and is just like ' I don't blame you for this. We were just kids. I get it now - you're a great leader when you lead the way YOU want to' orrrr smthn lke that? Like F!Raph understands now that Leo wasn't jsut being a brat, he was scared asf and was trying to lead the only way he could think of!! I have many thoughts on their dynamic in the movie okay :)

I'm not v good at writing Raph but I'll give it a go:

Raph's footsteps echoed through the tunnels, far louder than they had in his youth. He wasn't too late. He wasn't too late to fix this!

He bounded into the lair, shouting carrying through the subway tunnels back to him. He remembered this. it was one of those things he'd been thinking about since the kraang had taken over. How he and Leo didn't have to fight like this. Sure, Leo was egging him on, but Raph knew better now. He understood Leo so much more now that his little brother was gone.

Raph stopped at the top of the stairs, breaths coming out ragged and shallow. CJ wasn't here yet. But then again, he probably didn't know how to get to the lair. Raph would have to find him later - he had to do this now. The key - as much as he wanted to go for it on his own - it could wait. It could wait for him.

The shouting stopped at his entrance, his heavy breaths and footsteps giving him away. He'd long lost the sight in his right eye, but he could still see the vague shapes of himself and his brothers. He'd know them anywhere.

They leapt into action immediately, but Raph was faster than he used to be, even if he was getting on in years.

Mikey was fast and unpredictable, whipping his chuks out and immediately going for the capture. Raph knocked them away easy, grabbing the youngest out of the air and tossing him away. He was holding back, just a little. He didn't want to hurt them, after all. Leo was on him immediately, kicking off of his arm, portaling behind him and going for the back shot. Raph heard the static of the portal before it appeared, turning and grabbing Leo's outstretched leg. He flung him away, too, the slider crashing right into..himself. Younger Raph.

Donnie was suddenly in his face, his bo whipping through the air with a sharp sound and landing a blow on Raph's arm. It was sort of like being hit with a cardboard tube - he'd lost feeling in that arm years ago. He grabbed the bo and spun, Donnie backwards several feet and landing easily.

" Who are you!? How'd you find this place?" Donnie snarled, Leo reappearing next to him, " I didn't get any kind of notifications - the security system should have alerted us and lasered you into pieces!"

(mehhh idk what to put here)

Raph sighed deeply, his breath crackling in his chest. He squeezed Leo's shoulders, marveling at how tiny he used to be.

"Leo. Nothing that happens today is your fault. You can't take all the blame when Raph was arguin' back just as hard.." he chuckled, watching Leo's face change as he spoke, " You were just a kid. Hell, we were all just kids thrown into a shitty situation..."

He swallowed thickly, unsure what to say. He'd always been shit at pep talks.

" Look, you got a good head on your shoulders. You lead however ya need to and Raph will back off a little....he's just scared, Lee. And I know you are, too"

Raph pulled him into a tight hug, Leo's arms hesitantly coming up and squeezing him back. Raph turned to his past self. H looked tired. Did Raph himself always look that tired?

He guessed it was the burden of responsibility from a young age, Yeah, that would tire anyone out.

"c'mere, kiddo" Raphael pulled his past self into a hug, the fact that he was so small comapred to Raphael making something fragile in his chest curl up and cry a little. Right, they were all just kids.

" I'm sorry ya had to carry everyone like that...I know how hard it is. Leo's gonna be a fine leader, okay? Just..learn ta talk to him" He murmured, " I know we've never been great at that kinda thing, but he'll get it. I promise he'll get it"

[ari--anon]

When writing I am weary with contending did you take inspiration from anything for mumbo and ariana's relationship, asking because it was written incredibly well and the lasting effects it had were accurately heart wrenching.

+ just curious but were there any scenes you thought about but scrapped between the two of them? And did Mumbo ever open up about the full extent if it to the other two or is he someone that's better at tackling those kind of things by himself?

Sorry if you can't tell I think about this fic *such* a normal amount (lie)

Thank you so much to give me an opportunity to rant about her :D

Funnily enough, I remember rewatching the movie Whiplash to get inspired for Ariana. For very vague, moreso aesthetic reasons I also got inspired by Slay the princess. Personality wise I knew what I wanted.

As for missing scenes... Sadly none that I've ever actually written, but I did think about her a lot to get a better picture of her and Mumbo's relationship. I certainly could've added more scenes where Ariana was friendly-er to Mumbo, or where things were 'normal' and sort of safe. That was still a big part of their relationship, because even though she wasn't a good person, she did really like Mumbo (even if it's more in a pet way than anything else). Also just for a false sense of security, lol. There probably would've been moments where Mumbo would even defend her in front of Grian, since Grian really liked to rag on her (reasonably) and Mumbo himself wouldn't really know why'd he do that (is it a sense of belonging or is it him being afraid that she'd hear, or is he geniuenly trying to defend her, etc.)

As for Mumbo telling the other two about Ariana, I'd say Grian already knows a lot about her.

He was there around the same time Mumbo was, living in the area long before they actually met. He saw a lot that went down (and maybe even saw some things without Mumbo knowing it). And much much later, as was said, Mumbo would open up about her abuse much later on in life when he felt comfortable enough to do it, and Grian would listen.

As for Scar, I feel like he'd eventually figure out though bits and pieces of them mentioning her, or whatever brief answer he'd get from asking them directly. But the only way he's getting a complete timeline is from Grian, who was involved but only on the outside looking in. The only one that could know the extent of *everything* is Mumbo himself, and sometimes, it's hard for him to know the extent of what happened.

He was affected very badly, but after the epilogue he's at a position in his life where he can settle down and let it go.

Thank you again, and I'll gladly answer any follow up questions!

[yourkimjaejin]

Pulling Rank

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She is literally gonna pass out Mark thought as Moxy swayed for the fifth time, her eyes getting closer and closer to shutting fully before snapping open again.

There are few idols that go though what some of the members of NCT go though while maintaining two groups at the same time. Every now and again things get tough. The constant flights, practices, recording sessions, photo shoots can grate on you. Leaving the idol in question so tired they can't even think straight.

When Mark got into those moments, Johnny and Taeyong were always the ones to pull him out and get him to rest. When it came to the younger members, Mark took over that responsibility. And now was the best time to use it.

It had been a rough time for Moxy, she'd been in and out of planes during the American leg of AG's tour. The girls were flying back and forth for NCT Nation concerts. If SM had their way, the girls would have been at SMtown Jakarta too. Now here they were and the company was running the rapper ragged. Getting all the footage they'd need for 127's next comeback. Anybody who looked at Moxy could tell she was running on fumes and Mark felt it was on him to help.

When he saw some of the makeup and hair noonas start to back off from Moxy was when he took his chance.

From behind, Mark slipped a hand into the crook of Moxy's arm catching her mid-sway, "Noona? Could I borrow Moxy once your done?"

"Acutally you can have her now. I just finished up." The makeup noona smiled at them then walked away. Mark pulled his twin in the other direction, her feet dragging on the floor. He guided them to a more quiet corner of the palace where 127 was shooting. He turned her around to face him but kept a grip on her forearms.

"You're probably gonna hate me for this but I don't care. Code: 8299." Moxy eyes snapped open from their half-lidded state.

"Are you pulling rank on me?"

"Absolutly. I've watched you fall asleep standing up five times in the last ten minutes. You're tired and if you keep going you're gonna pass out Tay. So we're gonna go nap and you can't argue about it." While feeling triumphant on the inside, Mark didn't let it show. Moxy just huffed, knowing what Mark said it true. He used his personal code. She couldn't argue. She held out a hand, not without rolling her eyes though.

Mark just smiled and pulled her along to one of the group dressing rooms.

"You know we won't be able to sleep long."

"I'll get the hyungs to stall. They'll buy us some more time." Once Moxy was settled next to him on the couch, Mark sent out a text to the 127 group chat

From Markie Code: Stall

the duo's members proceeded to act like freshly debuted idols, not knowing how to pose. Sometimes flat out ruining shots. Their managers feigned ignorance to what was happening. Turning a blind eye to the groups chaotic efforts.

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I imagine M Squared were posed on the couch like Lizzie and Gordo in the Lizzie McGuire Movie when their on the plane to Rome. Moxy's head on Mark's shoulder, his head on top of hers. You best believe the hyungs were freaking out over the cuteness.

Sorry for the delay in posts! Not only have I been working on writing my tour!angst series but also it's the busy season for my job so that takes up a lot of my time so posting may be slow but I'm still here!! Have a great day!! ~ Author Izzy

Taglist: @alixnsuperstxr / @1-800-call-ria / @sophrodite / @sunflower-0180

[smol-and-scared]

Of course you can use it!

And sorry, I've been busy. But here's a little short that I whipped up in an hour:

A Tiny Misunderstanding

"Still time before the movie starts. Wanna grab some fries or something?" Rachel asked, as she shuffled through the park.

"Food? Yes. Fries? No. Imma get me some spicy nugs!" Nora asserted, sliding along the gravel impishly

Alexis groaned "Hell no, You're gonna spend half the damn movie bitching about how 'your tummy huwts' again. Get regular nuggets."

"Never!"

"First thing's first. Rachel has to deal with her little stalker" Alexis announced, turning towards a nearby bush.

"My... what?" Rachel followed her gaze and quickly spotted a tiny crouching on one of the top branches. He looked to be a few years younger than her, probably about 20 or so.

*typ!*

with a chirp of surprise, he was suddenly looking very skittish.

"Oh." Rachel remarked

"Cutie!!" Nora cheered

"He's been following us for a couple minutes now, but it looked like he's mostly interested in you" Alexis turned and continued down the path, pulling Nora by the wrist. "We'll meet you at the usual place. Don't take too long with your break-up"

"Aww...Bye, Rachel! Bye, Cutie!!"

Rachel turned back to the tiny boy, crouching down to eye-level. The tiny responded by quickly leaping on to the stone fence that was being partially consumed by the bush. Probably a more comfortable spot. He looked scared, but there was also another emotion she couldn't quite place...

"What's up, little guy?" Rachel asked, head tilting slightly. She knew he wouldn't understand her words, but tinies were smart. He'd be able to pick up her tone and body language, at least.

The tiny boy hesitated before rummaging through his hand-made backpack. After a brief search, he produced some kind of cloth and a small cannister with a lid. Holding them out to her.

*uhn*

He made a cute grunting noise as he thrust them forward insistently.

"umm... What?" Rachel shrugged and tilted her head, trying to make her confusion clear.

The tiny blinked at her before tapping the rag against the cannister and moving it to the side of his nose slowly and deliberately.

"My... nose?" Rachel touched the same spot on her own nose, running her finger over the spikey silver stud pierced through her left nostril.

*Chrrrr*...

The tiny made a sad noise somewhere between a whine and a trill. His eyes were brimming with concern.

This town was full of preppy college kids so it's possible he had never seen a nostril piercing before. Which means... "Oh. Oh!" Rachel's eyes widened. 'He thinks I literally just have a piece of metal stuck in my face... Holy shit, I think he's offering me disinfectant and a bandage.' Rachel could barely keep herself from cooing in delight.

Most tinies were terrified of humans. And judging by the tremble in his arms, this little guy was no exception. Hell, they were right to be scared!! Many humans viewed tinies as pests or animals and treated them accordingly...

But this sweet little guy had fought through his fear to 'help' with her 'injury'! How brave!! Rachel took a moment to compose herself. 'So how do I break the news to him...' she hummed.

Rachel shook her head, confusing the tiny. Before he could insist again, she pulled back her hair and showed him her earring. She deliberately touched her nostril stud, then the earring, then the stud.

The tiny blinked a couple of times, but after two repetitions, he chirped in realization before turning a bright shade of pink.

*eh*, *eh*

He mewled, as he bowed politely. This time Rachel couldn't help but chuckle "No need to be sorry. I appreciate that you were worried about me!"

His final bow was longer and more emphasized than the others, and with that, he scampered back into the underbrush. Rachel let out a huff of adoration as she stood back up to her full height 'Come to think of it, I think I've seen him in this park before... He probably lives here.'

She began walking down the path towards her friends 'Actually, my place isn't too far here... Maybe I'll stop by evey now and then to check on the 'locals''.

Rachel smirked as a delightful thought popped into her head '-and I'm totally gonna fumble a couple fries here on the walk back.'

Endemic Non-Lingual Tinies

Imagine a world where tinies never evolved the capacity for language (Mostly due to the fact that larger civilizations did not survive natural selection)

I posted about this idea before, but let me be more specific this time: These tinies cannot speak, cannot read or write, and they cannot be taught language. Their brains completely lack the capacity to convey complex ideas. The most 'language' they can possibly learn is about twelve words. And that's just because they memorized the sounds and meaning in the exact same way a dog would.

However... just because they are not able to convey complex thoughts, doesn't mean they don't have them.

Their thoughts aren't articulated as words (like humans do). Instead, they think in images, concepts, and emotions. And their voices are... just little chirping sounds.

Imagine seeing a pack of two or three tinies hiding under a picnic table, chirping and squeaking at each other. They are communicating, but only in the simplest possible terms:

'Anger', 'Confusion?', 'Assertion', 'Anger', 'Apology', 'Submission', 'Acceptance', 'Condescension', 'Exasperation', 'Challenge?', 'Dismissal...', *Scampering Off*, *whimper*

It's like hearing crows argue outside your window. There is clearly a conversation happening. But it's all conveyed through tone, body language, pitch and context. But to a human? It's just a bunch of tiny noises that sound almost identical.

That's just how things are with tinies! They're clearly intelligent. Most of them are able to craft weapons, tools and clothes. Some have even been observed making mechanical devices!

For a moment, one could almost forget how different their minds are. Watching them work, they seem just like us... And then you notice those tiny engineers keep a sort of 'Master Pebble' (which they carry everywhere, cradling it protectively) Because they do not have any other way to standardize their measurements within or between packs. ...Maybe not just like us.

And of course, how much you see tinies at all depends on the area, its wildlife, fauna, and ~general vibe~ If tinies feel particularly safe somewhere, they will mingle out in the open (but always close to a potential escape route). You can wave at them of course! In a hostile area, they will flee at any acknowledgment. In a friendlier or safer place? They will wave back! They aren't 100% sure what the gesture means, but it keeps the humans happy and most will immediately leave them alone after getting a wave back, so most tinies keep doing it.

[Side note: Mimicry has become most tinies' default solution to a seemingly friendly human gesturing at them. Don't believe me? Lock eyes with a tiny and wiggle your body a couple times. They'll be confused as hell, but goddamn it they will wiggle]

It's extremely rare for a tiny to approach a human, but the experience is absolutely magical. Maybe they're hoping you'll drop some crumbs from the snack you are eating. Perhaps they are curious about you, and perch nearby to watch in amazement as you lift an entire apple! If you've earned their trust, they may even beckon you to help them when there is an emergency or accident.

All in all, tinies are a beautiful little enigma. Their intelligence, willpower and emotions are almost a mirror of our own. But their instincts, communication and relationships are as wild as the animals that surround them.

(I wanted to revisit my idea about tinies that never evolved the capacity for language. Because it's by far my most popular post, and yet somehow, the core vibe never really got across. probably because of the specific fearplay scenario used).

[celiaelise]

HATE when unrepentant capitalists (i.e. my managers or random rich people) find out I have creative hobbies, and then they get all excited and encouraging. They may even tell me how talented I am, which is nice. (and true) And THEN, they come in with, "you could really make money doing this," or, "maybe you'll make it big and become famous!"

Like, first of all, why do you assume you know my life or my field of interest better than I do? I can't do art professionally because I don't have the discipline required to be self-employed, and it would be way too much work and stress. I'm not going to be a movie star because nobody wants to put a body that looks like mine on a screen. (not being self-deprecating, just honest. I don't have a problem with my body, but other people do.) And, again, not worth the effort. I'd much rather spend my free time handcrafting original stories and characters with my friends at my barely-afloat community theater than auditioning for commercials and busting my ass for just a chance at a future I'd find rewarding. (Though, like most of my actor friends, I can admit I would probably sell out in a heartbeat if an opportunity was readily offered.)

Second, capitalism is the reason a bigger future in this art is untenable for me and so many others!! If we didn't have to worry about having enough money to keep ourselves alive, way more more people could explore art forms they're interested in. Don't try to sell me the "rags to riches" fable as if I've never heard it before, and as if I'm any more special than anyone else who does the same hobbies. That rhetoric could seriously mess with someone a little younger and more idealistic. I know it did for me.

I'm not saying I'll never be interested in pursuing my hobbies more seriously, but if I do, it will be on my own terms, while taking into account the toll it might have on my mental health, and with realistic expectations.

[dystopianhellscape]

Let Me In, 1.5

(Stranger Things x Reader)

I hope you've been enjoying this one so far! I've been having a lot of fun writing it! Things are going to start picking up as more characters eventually get introduced and the next few might be a bit longer. This one is more or less a filler piece until I can get part 2 edited to post. Enjoy! Feel free to reblog, leave comments or ask to be tagged if you want to be kept up to date.

Warnings ⚠️ : swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption and some super light flirting. Not too many.

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The sudden sound of a loud knock made your stomach leap into your throat. "Y/N?! Let me in! Are you okay?" Followed by another round of pounds on the door. Your eyes opened slowly and more tears fell into your lap. Light. The familiar tile you never thought you'd miss until now. You were back in front of the bathroom sink, slumped on the floor. It seemed so surreal. You let out a sigh of relief as you dropped your hands from your hair and tried to settle your shaking. Another voice followed the knocks as you winced and brought a hand back up to your now aching head.

"Y/N, you've been in there a while....is everything alright?" Steve's voice chimed in, sounding just as concerned. He and Robin stared at the door, waiting for any sort of response other than a muffled sniffle or jagged breathing. You managed to choke out a small "y-yeah, I'm ok..." as you wiped the wetness from your face with the back of your arm. You were awake this time...but you weren't sure that you were actually as ok as you were pretending to be. Was it getting worse? Realizing your reply probably sounded as unconvincing to them as it did to you, you cleared your throat and tried again, pushing your palms to the floor to stand yourself back up. Your legs were still a little shakier than you had hoped but you made sure your words weren't.

"Go ahead and start the movie, you guys. I'll be out in a second." Behind the door, you couldn't see the hesitant glances that Steve and Robin exchanged for a moment before they broke eye contact. Steve looked down at the floor and Robin placed a hand on the door as if she were trying to comfort you through it. "Look, if you're not feeling well, we can always rent it again some other night. No big deal...."

You gripped the edge of the sink and forced yourself to look into the mirror again. The tired, sunken face you saw prior to the nightmare you just endured presented itself again. This time a little more pale and ragged than earlier. You answered before you could give them any more time to worry. "I'm ok, Robin, really. I'm almost done in here. I'll be out before the previews end. I promise."

Robin nodded even though you couldn't see it and backed away from the door, looking at Steve with worry. Although a little less worry than a few minutes ago. At least she was getting a response from you now which helped to slightly reassure her. She did the same as you had just tried to do, distracting from her worry by trying to inject a bit more humor into her reply. "Alright, you win, Y/L/N. But if you're still holed up in there by the time the movie starts, I'm coming back for you!" She reluctantly pushed herself off the door and mouthed at Steve with a super quiet whisper, "One beer? Lightweight!"

Steve forced a smirk as he leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the door frame. They both knew that wasn't the reason for the delay but it was almost like a silent agreement between them not to bring it up or push the subject any further. Robin walked past Steve back into the living room. She did just as you had suggested a second ago and pushed play to let the trailers run. You let out another soft sigh, this time with relief as the sound of music and voices from the previews floated into the hallway. They barely reached your ears through the door.

You hated when your friends pittied you but on the other hand it was nice to be surrounded by people that actually cared this much about your well-being. Almost like overprotective siblings. Or sometimes even concerned parents. You would take either one. Robin broke you from your train of thought as she called back to you from her place on the couch. "YOU DON'T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT! I DIDN'T REALIZE YOU HAD TO PEE THAT BAD!" It was almost as if she reminded you of what you needed the bathroom for in the first place. You snapped into action and worked on finishing up in a timely manner.

Steve was still leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door, arms folded to his chest. He listened for any possible signals that you might need help while trying hard not to invade your privacy. His gaze dropped back down to his feet as he gripped his arms and made a silent oath not to move from his spot until he knew for sure you were alright. Hearing Robin's loud reminder to you, he rolled his eyes. He didn't realize how tense he was until he noticed his body relaxed when he heard the toilet flush. And again when he heard the sink start running. And just like that, the splitting headache you had after your terrifying experience was gone.

'Weird....'

You washed your hands and tried your best to clean up your tear-stained face before you pulled open the door. As you stepped out, you almost bumped directly into him. You flinched and took a quick step back, startled by his sudden presence. He also jumped slightly out of surprise but paused for a beat before he pushed himself off the wall with his shoulder. Thinking for another quick moment, he slowly reached out to grab your hand. Or maybe your arm. It seemed purely out of reflex to him just to comfort you somehow. Like he would do with anyone else. But he decided against it. He let his arm drop back down to his side before contact was made and brought the other up to rub the back of his neck. He hoped you hadn't noticed. His mouth dropped open to speak but you beat him to it.

"JESUS, Steve, you scared the shit out of me!" Your hand met your chest and you let out a nervous giggle. There it was. That brilliant smile you'd seen from him every so often. You had to admit it. Even though he felt like he had lost his "magic touch", Harrington was actually pretty charming. He made it look effortless. A little color flooded back to your cheeks and you shifted anxiously as if he could see your thoughts written all over your face. He cleared his throat, working to cover up the nervous tension with a witty comment. "Well you were taking forever so I wanted to make sure you didn't get lost on your way back to the couch."

Lost. That seemed to be your theme for the evening. You swallowed hard at the word but buried it under a smirk, lightly smacking his shoulder. You started your walk past him, Steve turning on his heel to walk beside you. "Me? Lost? Come on, Steve. You gotta give me more credit than that. I think I can manage a short trek from one room to another." He let out a gentle laugh and before he could argue otherwise, Robin already turned to glare at the two of you with the hint of a smile on her lips. "LOOK, you guys can hit on each other later! But right now?," She gestured a hand at the screen without breaking her gaze. "I want to watch Heather Langenkamp fuck shit up."

Ignoring her comment about you and Steve, your eyes darted to the screen knowing exactly what movie she put in. A Nightmare on Elm Street. 'Ugh. Of course, Robin.....you HAD to pick this one AGAIN. And tonight of all nights....' You didn't say it out loud but Steve noticed the reluctant look on your face. He shot a glare at Robin, holding his digits up. "Oh, look, Buckley! You're two for two." You forced a smile to hide your discomfort and sat back down in your chosen place next to her on the couch. Steve followed close behind.

He sat back down in the same empty space he occupied before as well, covering you all up with the blanket for the second time. Robin scoffed at him as he made it known that he would be picking the movies for the next movie night. You let out a short but sweet laugh at their banter before fixing your eyes on the TV screen. There was no way Robin could have known that this wasn't exactly the best choice for tonight. But you didn't complain. Instead, you sat quietly, making unwanted connections in your head from the movie to the terrifying experience you just had only moments ago in Harrington's bathroom. If Heather Langenkamp could confront Freddy Kruger (and as Robin had put it earlier - 'fuck shit up') surely you could face the demons in your nightmares too.

[thvnderr]

"It makes me feel like I'm in a Hallmark movie, but the first snow is probably the only thing I would be excited about if I was ever teleported in a scene like that", he admitted with a soft chuckle and half a smirk. While Seojun enjoyed holidays, he couldn't grasp the way these little towns in these movies breathed for Christmas and its sibling celebrations. A wide "Oooh" was provided at her explanation about the leotards and considered that he probably didn't have as many clothes as she had leotards for a season. "I have never used a leotard before, are they really that comfy? Because I know they stretch a lot so doesn't it like... squish everything?", Seojun questioned. He laughed once again at her reaction to the teasing, responding to the accusatory finger with a very mature shrug and his tongue sticking out playfully. "Snakes and horses is very south of you, lemme tell you that. Also very... Jessie from Toy Story, but it is pretty much the same thing", he pointed out with an arched brow. "Oh, elephants are so cool; they live around 60, years, right? To have an elephant that you've seen grow up with you must be pretty wild", he commented. Seojun was soon picturing himself in her position, growing up next to an animal like an elephant so when her next words landed, it took him a moment to fully register before looking back at her in silence. She would have been able to see the slowly growing grin on his face as he tried his best not to laugh about it, but ended up snorting unceremoniously at the image created in his head. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!", he said while trying to contain the laughter in. "How did you end up falling into elephant poop of all places?", Seojun had to ask; it seemed to comical to simply ignore the whole story. "We had a husky when I was little and I thought I could handle it just fine by myself. The big fluff ended dragging me all around the park like a rag doll. My clothes were ruined and I had scratches for weeks on my arms, legs and face. All the neighborhood saw me; I thought I'd never see the end of the jokes". An embarrassing story for another; it seemed just fair. "Well, opposed to you... what if I told you I have never ridden a horse before?", he threw out there. "I have a dog and I want to believe she tolerates me well enough, but I've been kept in the city most of my life because my parents are everything but nature and camping people".

Eyes wide at the image he conjured, she looked over at Seojun curiously while his gaze was still turned skyward. "The first snow... it's always the most magical thing, right? So serene and undisturbed," she agreed, thinking of winters on the countryside in West Virginia, the woods near their family home looking like a scene out of a snow globe. Meeting his gaze with open delight, she shook her head, an unexpected laugh escaping her lips. "Not at all. And I should know. I'm as cheesy as they come," she assured him with a nose scrunch of her own. "We reuse most of the leotards, but we rotate them out for the different seasons. Unless they start looking worse for wear, then we replace them with newer ones," Val informed him, her shoulders relaxing as the crowds around them started to thin. "Hey! What's that suspicious look about? Is it so hard to believe I'm not a gossip?" she questioned, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction, though the grin on her face was still intact. Following along when he changed direction, she barely needed the prompting when the topic of circus animals came up. "I don't know if I have favorites exactly, but I'm real fond of the horses. And the snakes, if you can believe it, but they don't stay on property. The elephants are pretty cool too. One of them, Vera, is almost as old as I am." Don't say it. For the love of God, keep that to yourself. But her mouth had a mind of its own. "When I was younger and still learning the trapeze, I actually fell into some of her poop one time. Made me steer clear of their enclosure for months," she laughed, shaking her head at herself for letting that anecdote slip. "Based on all that, you could probably guess that I'm the animal and nature loving type of Southern. Which kind are you, Seojun?"

[usssnarfblat]

Lazy Disney Designs Rant: The clothing in "Cinderella" (1950)

This rant does not pertain to everything in the movie.

"Cinderella" absolutely deserves its status as a Disney masterpiece, for Mary Blair's gorgeous background designs; that castle; the famous ballgown transformation scene (Walt's favorite piece of animation); and that pumpkin carriage. That. Friggin. Pumpkin carriage!

ut I guess something had to give, and spending all that time and energy on those things meant slacking on some others. Like the clothing.

Now I did mention Cindy's rags, homemade dress, and ballgown in my "Eilonwy" rant. They're better designs than hers, since Cindy's outfits at least give you a clue. But "The Black Cauldron" is a pretty low bar.

With what Disney was capable of in 1950, and the fact that this movie really needed to be a "hit" to save the company, it's a bit surprising that Cinderella's ballgown is so simplistic, and that her "rags" are...not, really.

The Rags:

Both Snow White and Betty Boop look far more beaten down. Disney's Cinderella looks like she could take that apron off and walk right into town. (For the record, Betty Boop's "Poor Cinderella" short dates to 1934, before even "Snow White," long before Disney's "Cinderella.")

Granted, Betty Boop's "Poor Cinderella" is only ten minutes long, and Snow's rags are onscreen for probably less than that. But surely just one or two more rips, or some patches? Maybe dull down that baby-blue blouse?

Fairy Godmother:

In 1934's "Poor Cinderella," Betty Boop's Fairy Godmother floats out of a candle flame, and has a more elaborate getup than I'd expected from a "Betty Boop" short!

Walt Disney's first fairy was its ethereal Blue Fairy in 1940's "Pinocchio." That same year, "Fantasia" showed us a host of gods and cherubs.

Since "Sleeping Beauty" came nine years after "Cinderella," I won't count those (vastly superior) fairies.

But with all the different magical entities viewers had seen onscreen by 1950, when it came time for the famous Walt Disney company to adapt the tale of the original "fairy godmother"--in a movie that, again, specifically needed to be a "hit" to save the company-- the best they could come up with was Mr. Smee in drag.

Yes, I know "Peter Pan" came after this, but whatever.

Even if they wanted her to be unassuming and humble looking, they could at least have come up with....I don't know, something. Something besides a marshmallow in a bowtie.

The Ballgown:

Oh sure it sparkles, and the transformation scene is brilliant. But for a fairy tale where the ballgown is so iconic to the story, and it being adapted by the most famous animation company in the world, it's surprisingly simplistic.

I've talked before about the little details Disney managed to give past characters' outfits, despite the limits of animation in that era. Even Cinderella's twin Katrina Van Tassel at least has some lace stuff.

And recall that Cinderella's ballgown isn't onscreen for much longer than the "Sleepy Hollow" short, or any segment of "Fantasia."

And recall that Snow White wore that outfit for most of her movie.

By the way, here's Betty Boop's ballgown--again, from 1934.

Yeah, Disney Cindy's dress is more sparkly and elegant, but look at the ruffles and details on this. They couldn't have given Disney's Cinderella something like that, underneath the glitter?

Even Betty Boop's evil stepsisters had more elaborate outfits than the bland one's the Disney stepsisters wear, but I can't put more than ten images in one post, so you'll have to use your imaginations.

In Conclusion,

Walt Disney's "Cinderella" has some stellar animation in terms of the backgrounds, the magical transformations, and that pumpkin carriage; but they slacked major on the "costuming."

This concludes this "Lazy Disney Designs" rant. Atlantica, I'm coming for you next.

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Only One God For Me

(Part 2 of Love Never Wins)

SUMMARY: After blowing up at him afyer weeks of hiding out you challenge Loki to hand to hand. Blowing up might have been the best thing, it could help you let off that frustration you had built up.

Characters: Nat, Clint, Thor, Loki, avengers on the side line.

(Loki x you, clint x you, Thor x you, Nat x you)

ANNOUNCEMENT: I didnt know how much part 1 was going to be but I am forever greatful in this amazing community! Thank you guys SO much! Check out my other stuff too if you like this. As always reblog, ask, comment, and like! After I finish up here I'll be back to writing for Fire and Ice. Thank you again so SO much for everything! 💚💚💚

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You and Nat were standing at one end of the training area as Loki walked in. You glanced up from Nat wrapping your hands and noticed he was wearing his normal traing gear. Plain leather black pants with a dark green Henley, his hands already wrapped.

"Focus, your getting distracted." She said yanking on one of the straps.

"Ow. I cant help it Nat, we went from cant keep our hands away from each other to literally fist fighting each other. Ya know this is normally frowned upon is normal society." You streched your fingers out and balled them back up streching out the gloves a little.

"Hunny, even in a perfect world were anything but normal. I mean for god sakes your fighting a literal god. You remember what I taught you. Right?" She asked looking almost terrified for me.

"Yes mother, I havent forgotten. This is gonna be a piece of cake." Inside you were freaking out. You normally was in a very high spot with your bow or normally trying to break into the computers. You wasnt normally in hand to hand combat, but you were smarter than to think you would never need it.

You turned shaking you head and putting the mouth piece in your mouth. Hitting you fist together jumping back and forth getting ready. Loki just stood there smirking. You was gonna smack that smirk off his face.

"Hey sis, Im not saying you cant beat him just be careful. He throws a nasty left hook." Clint said munching on some chips."Thanks, Hawk. Mind explaining why the rest of the team is here?" You mumbled around the mouth piece.

"Thor, definitely Thor." He said walking back to the small group that gathered.

"Sweetheart. Are we gonna fight or are you just gonna stand there chit chatting?" He called across the mat.

"I'm coming." You walked across the mat to the center. Someone hit a bell signaling for the fight to start and he jumped toward you. You dodged his first attemped and circled him slowly. You could read his every move, read where he was going next.

You took a defence stance that Nat had taught you from your training before he lunged again. This time you managed to upper cut him in the side knocking some of the wind from him.

"Oh you little minx. I figured I would take it easy on you but we can play your way also." This time he took a step back centering himself. Looking up you noticed he had a dangerous look in his eye.

"I didnt invite you here to take it easy on me, I invited you because you dont take anything serious. Because if someone like me can beat you in hand to hand then anyone can." You stepped closer to him gauging what move you was going to make next.

He dropped down to the mat attempting to sweep your legs out from under you, he missed one but caught the other causing you to fall. He jumped on top of you pinning your hands above your head. "Now this positions brings back memories." He whispered to you causing your face to turn bring red. You brought your leg up able to wrap it around his waist and slammed him back down to the mat gaining some advantage.

"This one also." He smirked. You raised your fist above you aiming for his face. Whem you brought it down he moved his head causing you to miss. It felt like forever that you were both on the mat neither one gaining aginst the other. A busted lip here a bloody nose there. When the bell rang for a break Nat was in your corner with Clint offering you some water and a rag ti wipe the blood off.

"Sis, I'm try in real hard not to grab an arrow and stabe him with it." Clint said from one side. You could see anger in his eyes.

"Hawk, its fine. Given the circumstance its all good. Its just training in a matter of speaking. Anger is mostly wunning but I got this. I was trained by the best. I'm not even tired." You took another drink of water before going back out to the mat.

"This is fun. I have never seen my brother trying harder to win anything in his life." Thor shouted across the room. "Lady y/n is quite good at sparing. We must fight sometime." Thor laughed.

A few more rounds when and you could feel the weight of the afternoon but you wasjt about to simply throw in the towel just yet. You knew you could get the best of him. You had thrown him back on the mat then he took his feet placing them on your chest shoving you off of him. Before you knew it you were surrounded by multipuls of him.

"Loki we agreed no sedair! This is cheating!" You yelled at them.

"God of Mischief and lies sweetheart. Besides we're in weird predicaments all the time. You said so yourself. Tell you what. You find the real me and I'll forfeit." One of the clones said. You stood up in the middle of them all focusing everything you had on concentrating, ignoring Clint yelling in the background and the rest of the group shouting.

You opened your eyes zeroing in on one closest to you and walked up to him.

"Are you sure your right about this decision?" It mocked.

"Yeah. I think I am." You brought the ball of yoyr fist up crashing it into Loki's nose. The rest of the clones disappered as he fell to his knees in front of you. "You are a complete and utter asshole Loki Odinson. I hope that it messes with you for a while that you got beat by a mortal." You started unwrapping your gloves as you walked away.

Over the next few weeks you avoided every living space in the tower that you knew he would be in. It had truly hurt you that he had cheated during the fight. You still couldnt understand how just months before you couldn't keep your hands off of each other now you were both avoiding each other like the plague.

"Miss y/n. Team has a mission. Tony wants everyone in the confrence room dressed and ready in 15 minutes." JARVIS called pausing your movie. With a roll of your eyes you walked to your bedroom to start getting ready. Pulling out your tight skinny jeans a black tank top and your zip up hoodie you French braided your hair and grabbed your bow case before heading down.

The rest of the team was gathered when you walked in and placed your case on the table opening it up to make sure everything was right. Streching out the strings and making sure the sights were spot on aiming them to the other side of the room where Loki stood.

"It would be more effecitve if you had an arrow." Clint whispered next to you.

"Shut up, I'm just making sure everything is right." You put it back down in the case and started going over your arrows.

"You realize we have a place you can put that when your not using it." Tony said walking around you.

"Right up your ass if you suggest that again." You laughed putting everything back up.

"Love the enthusiasm kid." Tony laughed walking to the front of the table.

"Ok Team, going to be a long few days for us. Just got some Intel about a caravan carrying some explosives across the Scandinavian border. Gonna have to divide into teams for this one. Hawk, Nat, Strange, Rodgers, Bruce, and Thor you'll be starting at the meeting point and working your way toward us. The rest is with me." Tony pulled a map up on the big screen showing where you wwre going.

"Oh come on, why cant I be with the A team?" You asked with a groan.

"Sorry kid, gotta divide it up right. One god for each, one Archer. Only fair. And even if you two hate each other you guys work good together." Tony shrugged.

"Yeah sorry kid." Clint laughed.

"Hey I'm a full three minutes older that you. Probably explains why I'm better. Whatever. I'll go pack my stuff." You huffed standing up.

The next two hours seems to drag by, it was freezing here. You was just ready to get this over with so that you could go back home and relax in a nice warm bath, you pulled your jacket tighter aginst you.

"I've told you many times that you should start wearing the uniform that they gave you. You'll freeze to death one day." Loki said taking off his cloak and putting it around your shoulders.

"Thanks, but I'm still pissed at you." You hugged it closer. "I hate the whole uniform thing. To tight to revealing."

Another few minutes pass before Tony gives everyone the heads up that your about to be over the caravan. Figuring you were warm enough you took the cloak off and handed it back to him. "You may still be pissed at me but I do still care very deeply for you y/n. I was an idiot for everything." He took it and wrapped it around his shoulders. When his fingers grazed yours there was a surge that went through you.

"Give me time. You really hurt me, not just by breaking up with me but by lying to me during training. Good luck out there God of Mischief."

"Tony, your gonna have to get lower i cant get a clear shot on the driver!" You yelled over the wind whipping around your face. About that time a diffrent arrow shot through gettkng the driver in the side causing the vehicle to completly stop.

"Gotta be faster than that sis. One for me." Clint laughed over the com.

"You are my least favorite person right now Hawk." You mumbled. Tony brought the Quinn Jet down so your team could spread out.

"That is truly saying something my dear." Lokis smooth voice said in your ear.

"You gave me your cloak to keep me warm. Gave you a fell points." You pulled back again and shot it through the truck behind the first hitting the driver in the head. "Got one, Hawk, your next."

"Can we cut the chatter. Got alot going on in the sky at the moment." Tony said. Youbcould here something firing above you looking up you could see Tony being followed by a jet firing at him. "Need some back up guys. Twins. Anyone."

"Hawk. I need a Boom Boom stick." You met him in the middle of the road.

"I really wish you wouldnt call them that." He said handing you one. You both pulled your bows back and aimed. "Heads or tails?"

"I like the tails." You let go of the sting and watched as the jet exploded.

"I think she can call them whatever she wants as long as she keeps doing a good job keeping bogies off my ass." Tony yelled over the coms.

"I hate this. I cant see shit down here." You yelled over to Clint. "I gotta get higher." You looked around eyeballing the turnes over truck. You threw the bow across your back and started climbing up the truck. Shots rang around you one grazing your side, before it had started it was like it stopped looking behind you you noticed Loki with his daggers in his hands.

"You need to pay more attention y/n." He scolded you.

"Why pay attention when I have someone keeping an eye out for me." You smiled.

"Oh darling Im doing more than just keeping an eye out." After everything that ass had done to you he was flirting FLIRTING with you.

"Y/N! No. More. Gods." Clint yelled. From here you could see everything going on. Nat fighting two men, you took one out easily from your spot. She shot you a thumbs up. Bruce had hulked out throwing things everywhere, multiple times you had to dodge something flying your way. The fight was almost over when you glanced behind you noticing four men backing Loki aginst a turned over car.

His hands were up as if in surrender. "Loki why arent you using your sedair?" You mumbled pulling the bow back.

"Well darling you could say that I am in on of those weird predicaments. I've exahusted alot of my power down here." His back was aginst the truck now.

"Could let him get beat up." Clint pipped in as you shot one of your last arrows though two of the guys standing there. You watched Loki easily take out the other two.

"Told you Hawk, I'm not like that." You smiled walking over to Loki. "Although you could use a little practice in hand to hand, dont you agree?"

"Only if your the one practicing with me he smailed down at you.

"Ugh! Y/n! No mo-" Clint started before you pulled the com from your ear.

"Only one God for me." You leaned up kissing Loki on the cheek.

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No Touching

[Ava Starr x Female!Reader]

Summary: Friend dates with Ava always brighten your day (and night). Tonight is more enlightening than brightening, though… 

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Word count: 1.7 words

Warning(s): 14+ | angst, gay panic, dolls, 1 (one) racist antique, Steven Segal movie, chronic pain, tears.

AN: No actually I didn't bother to edit this, not doing that anymore, I think too much as it is. As always, I write with a black reader in mind but feel free to read even if you aren't. 🖤

You are eighty percent sure that you and Ava are dating.

85%... 78%... 81.5% sure.

It would probably be best if you cleared that up (but be cool about it though). You've started seeing each other more and more, and on purpose no less. Never a dull conversation, she's reluctant to share some of her life story but she's eager to know everything about you and you're more than happy to indulge. It's not like you know nothing about her; you just don't know the specifics of her past. 

Her parents died when she was young, she's ex-military (you think?), and she just came off of a huge life change and is getting used to what she calls 'real life.' You figure out she's a bit of a shut in and hates crowds, so you go out of your way to show her quiet places and introduce her to things she's never tried before. The bowl by your front door where you put your keys has 20 or 30 marbles from ramune bottles in it. You can't seem to ring her secret out of her, she just gives you this cryptic knowing smile and laughs at your attempts to sweet talk or annoy it out of her. 

You feel so close, growing closer still, she's quickly become the best part of your week, and you catch yourself thinking about her even when she's not with you. But you've never held hands. Hell, you've never even so much as brushed shoulders with her by accident. If you're dating, shouldn't you at least hug her goodbye? Is she even able to be into you like that?? 

You try not to let the panic set in as you stand outside of the antiques mall. You told her you liked old things and promised to show her your favorite pastime. God, how do you go about this? Should you just flirt with her and see how she reacts? Also how does one flirt? What if you’re fucking up and she really just wants to be friends? God knows you could use some friends right now. 

When she does appear, you do nothing. You continue to act relaxed and enjoy her presence, promising yourself you’ll ask about it afterwards. Ava’s wearing that grey jacket again made of a thin sports fabric and you make a mental note it might rain today. 

“Ava,” you stage whisper, waving her out of the jewelry section by the front desk and into the maze of vintage old clothes and furniture. “Back here, to the left.” 

Deep deep deep in a corner of the massive store, Ava stops dead in her tracks (you run into her but back away quickly) and stares. 

“This... is…” Ava covers her mouth with her hands to hold her laughter in, “ghastly.” 

The shelf is wide, with dark wood trimming and protective glass. The lights are almost fluorescent as they illuminate dozens of humanoid dolls. Some are cute, but some are also creepy, unnerving, down right scary. 

You point at the one with the Jonbenet Ramsey likeness and deep cracks in her porcelain face. It was overly large compared to the rest, having to have stuffed legs crossed like a sitting child. "I think I fear that one the most." 

You felt Ava shiver and didn't even realize you were standing that close. Her eyes darted from face to face, taking in every terrible and wonderful detail of them. You smelled coconut in her hair and tried to distance yourself a bit, missing the conversation. "Huh?" 

"I said they're haunted, aren't they?" 

"That one definitely is." You look over the other dolls. "I don't know, I think the rest are kinda cute. 'Cept that one: that one can fuck off straight to hell." 

Down on the second shelf where the light began to struggle in reach belied an offensive porcelain joke. The decoration portrayed an over animated child at play, with oil black skin, fat red lips, and bulbous eyes. This child was dressed in white rags and sucking on a wedge of fruit. Guess which one. Fucking guess, I dare you. 

"It's not even a fucking doll," Ava grumbled. "Why is it here?" 

You leaned in to whisper, "someday, I'm gonna buy that thing just to fucking smash it on the pavement." 

"Oh, what a lovely sound it would make." 

You hum. "I'm not gonna give nobody money for that trash. Can't steal it either, we'd never make it to the door." 

Ava looked over her shoulder with a cheeky smile. "We?" 

You simply tilt your head at her, and she huffs out a laugh. She nodded as if agreeing with you, then drifted away from the case like a wary woman. You toured through the rest of the store like a treasure trove of other people's memories, war memorabilia, ancient brand merchandise (why would anyone want a life size green m&m in their house? Who is this for?), and paintings from the dadeism era by unpopular artists. You ate lunch at the vendor shops in downtown and retired to your place for a movie. 

You must have fallen asleep at the beginning but you came to during some big shootout between Steven Segal and generic Latino drug dealer #7 when you accidentally dropped your hand into Ava's lap. Quickly, Ava withdrawals, thrusting herself to the other side of the couch as if in disgust. Your head jerks up in hurt and confusion, you hadn't even felt anything except a light tingling. You could barely hear the tv audio over the sound of blood rushing in your ears. 

"You can't touch me," Ava spat. "You just can't. Ever. Please…" 

"I'm sorry. Ava, I– I am so, so sorry I didn't mean to–" 

"It's not your fault and you didn't know," she mumbled and faltered, "it's just… you can't." 

You feel tears prick in the corner of your eyes as you try to swallow. "I'm sorry. Really. It won't happen again." 

Ava looked up at you guiltily and sighed. She folded her legs and eased herself off of the couch arm rest, hands tucked into her lap and unable to meet your eyes anymore. 

"It's not what you think it is," she explained. "I… I have a condition of sorts. And it… it hurts.” 

Her words put a hold on the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Like a… skin condition? Or nerves or something?” 

Ava nodded quickly. “Yes. yes, like a nerves thing. My um, my nervous system. It's chronic."

“Oh Ava,” you cover your heart with a breathy sigh, “of course! I wish I’d known I would have never–” 

“It’s not something I like to talk about.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m really glad you understand. Sorry I freaked out, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything.” 

You tried to blow a raspberry. “It’s whatever, didn’t hurt my feelings.” 

Yeah, you could hear the weakness of the lie, too. Still, Ava went and parked herself on the couch exactly where she was before– close but not too close. Warm but not quite touching. You were ready to let it slide and go right back to pretending to watch the movie when– 

“So what’s going on between us exactly? I like girls– I like you– and I don’t mean just in a friend sort of way– is it maybe sorta possible you might feel the same way about me?” 

Who said that? You? Honestly you’re feeling a little dizzy as you try and stare a hole in the tv screen. And Ava? Well at least she didn’t hold you in suspense for too long. She chuckled– and god you had to look. You had to know if she was laughing at you or with you. Your eyes snapped to her completely unmocking face. 

She blinked at you, bit her lip even. “Yes, I am.. Capable of liking girls. Might prefer them actually. And I definitely like you in a more-than-a-friend sort of way.” 

It takes a second to sink in. OK, it takes a hot minute to sink in. Like the movie ended and you walked Ava home and you slept in until 10 am and made omelettes for breakfast at noon and laid down on your floor staring at the ceiling until sundown. Yeah that kind of hot minute. And your lips curled into a soft smile because you had a girlfriend and she liked girls and you could not be happier than you are right now. 

~

Ava asked you to meet her on the corner by the antiques mall that night. You don’t know how but she got her grubby, thieving little mitts on that disgusting tar baby doll from the haunted doll shelf. You made her swear up and down she didn’t pay real money for it, then nearly pulled out your hair when you realized it meant she definitely stole it and– 

"How the ffffUCK do you just DO that?!" 

"Slight of hand," she mused. 

Fuck, and she was a geek. Yeah, you're definitely in love. She pushes the ugly thing into your hands and despite being cold porcelain it feels like it's burning. 

"Do the honors." 

There's no build up. No ceremony. You don't want to drag this out anymore. You take a swinging leap and spike that shit and watch it shatter into a hundred pieces with the most glorious sound you'll ever hear. You land in slow motion, already replaying the image of thick glass pieces cracking on the indigo pavement. You stand over your mess, triumphant. 

The quiet of the night time street drifts back to you, as does Ava. "I'll be honest I expected a big speech." 

You shrug. "I've been waiting too long to do that. Thank you, Ava. I mean it." 

"Oh believe me it was my pleasure." Ava swaggers closer to you and if you didnt know better you'd think she was going in for a kiss. "Tonight, the tar baby. Tomorrow, the world." 

You resist the urge to clap her on her shoulders and throw your hands in the air instead. "Sounds like a date!" 

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The party ended but the yelling didn't stop. It had been about an hour since everyone left and about three since Eren saw Jean last. You were picking up a mess in the kitchen with Eren when he slammed his hands on the counter.

You jumped up and your eyes snapped towards him. His head was lowered and his breathing was ragged.

"Eren?" You made your way to his side of the room and placed a gentle hand on his arm. He turned to face you.

"Sorry." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. Your hands around his shoulders while his head rested in the crook of your neck. "When will they stop?" His voice was muffled against your skin.

You sighed, "I don't know. I hope soon or before Armin gets home at least." Your right hand carefully made its way into his gnarled hair.

He let out a huff against your shoulder. "Let's try to get some sleep, Eren. We can stay in the basement tonight, yeah?" You whispered. He nodded and pulled back.

The yelling coming from Mikasa's room grew louder as you passed the stairs. You opened the basement door and followed Eren down the stairs.

"You can take the bed." You offered and slumped on the couch. Eren nodded and waved sleepily while heading to the basement bedroom.

The next morning Armin had woken you up in a panic. "Y/n! Y/n, wake up!"

"What? What's going on?" You sat up, alert now.

"Mikasa's gone! Jean said she only left a letter. What the hell happened last night?" Armin's eyes were wide and he was visibly stressed.

"Mikasa's what? What do you mean she's gone? She can't be gone. Where's the letter? Did you read it?" You stood and gripped Armin's shoulders.

"Jean has the letter. She wasn't here when I came home and he was sitting on the stairs with it in his hand."

"When did you get home?"

"Maybe fifteen minutes ago."

You let go of Armin and scrambled up the stairs as fast as you could. Your eyes darted around for Jean when you saw he wasn't on the stairs like Armin had left him. 

"Jean? Jean where the hell are you?"  You were panicked.

The air started to feel stale as you racked your mind for an answer. Where was Jean? Where was Mikasa? Why did she leave so suddenly? What was in the letter? Would you get to find out? When will she come back? Why didn't she say goodbye?

You walked fast-paced through your house, searching for Jean. When you got to the kitchen, you noticed a stray piece of paper on the counter. You picked it up and realized it was what you thought it was.

Mikasa's tear-stained letter was in your hands.

"Dear friends, I'm leaving. Expect not to see me for a long time. I have a lot to think about. I can't be in the band right now. Not like this. Jean- I don't want to see you. Eren- I hope you'll forgive me. Armin- Go see the sea. Y/n- If only you knew. With love, Mikasa."

Your hand had come up to your mouth while processing her letter. Tears spilled down your cheeks as the realization sunk in. She was really gone and you had no idea when you'd get to see her again.

"Y/n, wake up. You fell asleep. We're at your house." Sasha nudged you and you were brought back to reality. Somewhere along the road, you and her switched spots so now you were on the passenger side.

"Ah, my neck hurts." You said bitterly while rubbing the spot your neck was previously, and unfortunately, resting on the door.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you fall asleep in a car," Connie spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. You flicked his forehead. "Hey, what'd you do that for?" He clawed at his head.

You said your goodbyes to the two and entered your house. It was now late afternoon, and Eren was back home.

"Where the hell have you been, tootsie? You look awful." He pointed his spoonful of Nutella at me in disgust. 

"Thanks, Eren. You're a real charmer." You gave a sarcastic smile before grabbing a spoon and joining him on the counter. "I've been out with Sasha and Connie. Where have you been all day?"

"Mind your business, L/n." 

You scoffed as he shoved the Nutella into your arms. "The hypocrisy." You muttered.

"Why isn't this house clean?" He looked at the living room and raised his hands in mock outrage.

"I'm not a cleaning lady! If you want it cleaned so badly, do it yourself!" You twisted the Nutella cap back on the container and tossed your spoon into the sink.

"But whenever I do it, you say it's wrong!" He whined.

"Eren, the dryer sheets go over the dryer and the detergent goes over the washing machine! What is so hard to grasp about that? That's how it's always been! But you probably wouldn't know, since you never do your own laundry." You clutched the counter in annoyance. 

"They're both on the same shelf! What's the issue?" He said, exasperated.

"What are you two on about?" Armin sauntered into the room and sat on a kitchen stool.

"Eren can't clean for shit."

"Hey!" He glared. You stuck your tongue out in his direction.

Armin laughed lowly. "You guys bicker like an old married couple."'

"How dare you say that! I would never marry him! Gross!" You made vomiting motions and fake retched.

Eren smirked. "Well, if things don't work out between you and Mikasa, I'm always around." He tittered.

"Eren, I'm literally gay." You deadpanned.

Armin let out a hearty laugh. "She's got you there." They grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it.

Before Eren could respond, the kitchen door opened to reveal Jean out of breath in the doorway. "Good evening fellow friends!"

"What's your deal?" Eren raised an eyebrow, referring to Jean's drenched form.

"It started raining. Pretty harshly." Jean wrung out his coat over the stairs.

"Sucks to suck!" Eren's hand slammed on the counter while the other was pointed at Jean.

"Any news on Mikasa?" You asked gingerly.

"Not anything new. As far as I'm concerned, I'm still picking her up at the airport tomorrow," Jean reassured. 

"Should we throw her a welcoming party or something?" Eren suggested. Everyone looked at him like he was a moron. His eyes narrowed. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Are you crazy? She left because of what happened at a party! Why would she want one now? Do you want to drive her away again? Mikasa has never been the party type, anyways." You exclaimed while crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Eren put his hands up in defense. "Sheesh, it was just an idea."

"Yeah, a real dumbass idea." Jean seethed.

To prevent a fight, you interjected, "We have this whole house to clean. If you want a good welcoming gift, you'll help me clean it." You gestured to the several messes in your line of sight.

Eren shifted his glare to you. "Where do I start, then?" He gritted his teeth.

"You can start with your filthy room, and then the basement since you're down there the most." You smiled sweetly and quickly spoke up again before he could protest. "Jean, you can do your room and the rooms on this floor, not mine though. Armin, you already keep the waterfront looking great, but if you could do a sweep-through of the deck that'd be awesome. Also, can you do the office upstairs? I can do everything else."

Everyone nodded and started to clean their designated areas. You went upstairs to finish Mikasa's room and then start on the others. You had already finished with your room. You stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Several hours later, the four of you were slouched on the couch, mindlessly staring at a random movie on tv. Jean had tried his best to get comfortable but just ended up upside down. Eren was lying down with his head in your lap and his legs sprawled over Jean, much to his dismay. Armin had a blanket around himself and was leaning on you whilst trying his best to stay awake.

It was close to midnight and you all had a big day ahead of you. "I'm exhausted." Eren groaned from your lap. 

"I second that." Jean lazily raised his hand in the air.

"Me too. I'm headed up to bed. Goodnight everyone." Armin yawned and made his way up the stairs, occasionally tripping on their blanket.

"So am I. Eren get your scrawny legs off me!" Jean hurriedly tried to shimmy off the couch.

"Shut up, horse face! Don't tell me what to do." Eren grumbled while lifting his head off of you. You stood up after him. He sure was a pain when he was tired.

"Goodnight to you losers. Sleep well." He said groggily while going to the basement instead of his actual room. You stretched and headed to your room.

"Aren't you going to get up, Jean?" You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

"Yeah, you go on to bed." He waved you off while struggling to get off the floor. You chuckled softly.

After you got changed into your pajamas, you collapsed on your bed with a heavy sigh, taking a look through your old texts with Mikasa one last time.

posted: 8/25/21

neptunetheplanet7© 2021

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Ok, so, hear me out, I've had this idea for a while. I sleep with no clothes cause they annoy the hell outta me. Can I get a little story of either Bakugou or Todoroki studying with the reader and the reader dozes off and strips in her sleep? I'm sorry if this is weird, it's just been in my mind for so long. thank you! ˶⚈Ɛ⚈˵

This is actually sooooo funny hahaha. And totally not weird at all, sis, dicks out for harambe, tiddies out for harambe, we stan

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Bakugo:

After classes were all finished for the day, you and Bakugo would usually retire to his room to chill and work on whatever you had. Typically you would do homework together, and he’d help you wherever you needed it. Usually it would come packaged with a pretty little, “You should have paid more attention, idiot,” but you had a feeling that he secretly liked feeling useful and helpful to you. 

Today, however, you could not even bother to do your homework. Aizawa had run you ragged during training and your entire body was utterly exhausted. By the time you reached Bakugo’s room, you practically threw your backpack down and leapt into his bed. “Oi!” Bakugo complained, your shoes and coat already messing up his otherwise clean room. “You think you suddenly own the place or something? Come on, get up, we still have our math homework.”

You bundled yourself under his covers, breathing in his scent as you watched him bend down to organize the mess you made. As he sat at his desk, he looked over at you to narrow his eyes. “(Y/n),” he warned, eyes firm yet caring at the same time.

“No,” you whined, burying your face deeper into his pillow. Your eyes were already feeling heavier, closing and opening slowly. “Bakugo I’m tired, let me rest first…” 

Bakugo opened his mouth to retort, but one look at how completely wiped out you were and he closed it again. “Fine… but I’m waking you up later so you can finish your work.” It was a reasonable compromise, but you hardly heard him, happily curling up to sleep. 

Bakugo looked at your calm figure for a few more seconds before tearing his eyes away. It took everything in him not to climb in and join you, instead turning back around in his seat to look at his desk. From his bag he pulled out his workbook and the notes he had diligently taken in class earlier. Once all of the supplies he needed were out and ready, he set to work. 

The room was quiet except for the scratching of his pencil and your soft breathing, which gradually slowed as you drifted off. Relaxed, Bakugo went through the problems with ease, never having much trouble with schoolwork. From behind him, Bakugo could hear you shifting in your sleep. At first he thought nothing of it, but after some time the shifting became longer and more frequent. 

Curiosity peaking, Bakugo set his pencil down and turned to look at you. Eyes widening, he watched as you, with your shirt already discarded on the floor, began to unhook your bra. Your eyes were still closed, eyebrows furrowed slightly. Were you… were you sleep stripping? You had a slightly frustrated expression on your face, struggling to unclasp the bra that was clearly bothering you. 

With his face blooming, Bakugo leapt from his chair, knocking into his desk and spilled a cup of pens. Quickly, he hurried to his drawers, grabbing one of his shirt and racing to the side of his bed. He grabbed your arms, dragging them back down to your sides as your bra unhooked, the straps the only things shielding his eyes from your breasts. Doing his best, Bakugo maneuvered his shirt over your head, releasing your arms in order to do so. Immediately your hands moved under the shirt to pull the bra out from under it. 

With how large the shirt was on you, you hardly seemed to feel it’s confinement on you as you dozed. Carefully, Bakugo helped your arms through the sleeves and laid you back down on the pillow. You were clearly more comfortable now, but Bakugo was anything but.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like looking at your body, but… there was something about you being unconscious that made him feel like it was wrong to let you sleep naked like that. He respected you above all else, and despite his crudeness at times, he tried to be a gentleman. 

With his face still heated, Bakugo glared down at you, tching in annoyance. “Weirdo,” he mused, but his eyes held a soft look in them. Moving back to his desk, he made sure not to make eyes contact with your underwear on the ground, clearing his throat and trying to refocus on his work. Easier said than done, when his girlfriend is sleeping half naked in his bed… 

Todoroki:

Todoroki knew that you had a habit of sleeping naked, as you’d mentioned to him before in a conversation that you preferred to sleep in the nude. He never thought anything of it, though. It was your body, your clothes, your bed. You could sleep however you liked. It never bothered him, since he was happy as long as you were comfortable.

He was put into a rather strange situation when he visited your room for a movie. It was date night, and you had both decided to watch Frozen and cuddle on the couch. It was going well, but about halfway through the movie you started to doze off. At first he didn’t notice, he was so engrossed in the film that his eyes never peeled away from it. But, when he felt your head fall onto his shoulder, he peered over to see that, sure enough, you had fallen asleep.

Part of him felt concerned that you were missing one of the best songs of the movie, but Todoroki also knew that you had a long day and needed the rest. So he just turned his head back to the screen, drew the blanket up a little higher for you, and continued to watch the movie while you slept. 

At least twenty minutes had gone by where you sat like that together before he started to feel you shift next to him, trying to get more comfortable. After a few attempts, Todoroki blinked, surprised, when you suddenly sat up straight. “(Y/n)?” he called your name softly, watching with confused eyes as you, with your eyes still closed, start to grab at the bottom of your shirt. Eyes widening, he watched as you removed your shirt from over your head, tossing it to the floor.

He cleared his throat, eyes shifting up and down your frame as you began to remove your pants. “(Y-Y/n),” he tried again before he realized you were still sleeping. Was this a thing? Do girls usually remove their clothing when they slept? Surely not? His breath hitched as your hands suddenly began to fiddle with your bra, his quirk accidentally firing off and blackening a part of the armrest on the couch. 

Throwing his head in the opposite direction, Todoroki felt his breath quicken. From the corner of his eyes, he saw you toss your bra and undies off, before sitting back into the couch. Blindly grabbing for the blanket, Todoroki did his best to pull it over your naked body without looking. When you were fully covered, he relaxed a little, turning his face back to the movie to try and distract himself. 

It almost would have worked… if not for you suddenly cuddling into his side. With everything free, he could now feel every curve of your body push into him, and his face practically bloomed. He didn’t know where to put his hands, swallowing hard and opting to put one on the armrest and the other over the back of the couch. 

He didn’t move an inch for the duration of the movie, and he didn’t even move to eject the cd once it had finished. He couldn’t bear the thought of waking you up and facing what would happen when you discovered your clothes were gone. For over an hour he remained motionless, listening to the loop of the title screen and staring at the wall, shoulders tense. 

When he finally began to feel you stir, he panicked, and closed his eyes to pretend he had also fallen asleep. He wasn’t sure why he thought this was the best way to go about it, but he honestly couldn’t think of a better option at the moment. Eyes screwed shut, he listened intently as you shifted, sitting up.

He heard your little gasp, the blanket lifting slightly as you no doubt looked at your exposed body in horror. He felt your eyes land on him, and his breathing seemed to stop all together. After a moment of making sure he was actually sleeping, he felt you lift off from the couch, and heard the shuffle of clothes as you quickly redressed. 

Once you were finished, he felt your hand gently shake his shoulder. Like the sly dog he was, Todoroki pretended to slowly wake, blinking at you. “Is the movie over?” he feigned innocence, even though his mind was playing dirty thoughts of how your body felt pressed against his. 

“Yes, love,” you said with a soft smile, but the embarrassed flush of your cheeks still remained. “It’s late. We should probably call it a night.” Todoroki nodded, standing up and stretching. He bent down to give you a kiss, moving to the door. Turning the knob, he couldn’t help but throw a little tease your way. 

“The panda panties were cute, by the way,” he smirked, closing the door behind him.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

this is like, a super weird idea i've have had in my head for a long time: So, trans Sirius and James are both famous singers (they are together) and Sirius is outed as trans, maybe someone posts and old picture or his dead name, and James is the best boyfriend ever comforting him:) (sorry if i had mistakes, English it's my second lenguage)

((A/N: Warning for forced outing and some mild transphobia- aka people see old pictures of Sirius and assume he’s a woman))

Sirius had made a career out of being a bloke that dressed feminine at times. Technically, he'd made a career out of singing, but more people talked about his outfits, his makeup, and his hair, than his songs. Which was fine by him. He wrote all of his own lyrics, but it's not like he thought they were anything groundbreaking. He'd done three albums so far, and each of them had a single, poetic song that was basically a love letter to James. The rest of the songs on the albums were pop. Maybe pop rock, if the reviewer wanted to be generous. Incidentally, his poetic songs were always the least popular ones, but again, it didn't really bother him. He was a pop artist. He was successful at it in large part because people thought he was gorgeous. It was a nice stroke to his ego, which he always appreciated. 

James had made a career out of actually being a good singer and songwriter, which Sirius thought was hilarious. They were quite a pair. Every time a fan discovered that they were married, they expressed shock at how different their styles were-- usually followed by wondering how the hell they were together; Sirius didn't understand how different musical styles were supposed to make them incompatible life partners, but he thought that was pretty funny too. 

"I don't want to go on tour again," Sirius said with a frown-- not that Benjy could see it. The beauty of phone calls was also the biggest drawback: Benjy couldn't see what Sirius looked like. It meant that he could stay in his pants while talking, but it also meant that Benjy couldn't see his expression and react accordingly. 

"I know you said that, but-" 

"But nothing, Benjy. I've got a husband that I do like seeing every once in a while, and I can start on the next album like you wanted." 

"It's an over exaggeration to say that you starting on the next album is what I want," Benjy, Sirius's manager said. "I offered it as an alternative to going on tour." 

"And I've accepted, so what's the problem?" 

Benjy sighed. "Nothing, I guess. Tell James hullo for me." 

"Will do. And thanks." Sirius knew that he was a pain sometimes, but whenever he was too nice to Benjy, he never ended up getting what he wanted. He once hadn't seen James in person for three consecutive days for a year and a half because he had kept telling Benjy that it wasn't the end of the world if he stayed on the road. 

"Uh-huh. I know it's your time off, but keep in touch, yeah?" 

"Yep. Bye." 

Benjy echoed, "Bye," and they both hung up. 

"Hey sweetheart," James said, putting an arm around Sirius's waist and pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek. 

"You're cuddly," Sirius noted. 

He hummed, not denying it. "Just love you is all." 

"Aw, you love me? How embarrassing." 

"I've always been in love with you, and not once in my life has it embarrassed me." 

Sirius flushed a light pink but pretended like he hadn't. James saw it anyways but kept his mouth shut. There had been times where Sirius didn't like himself in the slightest, but James had always liked him. Every inch. When he had his dysphoric days, James loved him just the same; it helped. 

*

James was plucking tunelessly at his guitar as he frowned at his music notebook, and Sirius was laying on the ground with his feet propped up on the armchair in front of him. Ah yes, the glamorous lifestyle of popular musicians. 

Sirius was having a pretty good time of it. Doing nothing was quite a bit of fun. It was one of the only things he really missed from their school days. Even on his days off, where he purposefully sat around doing nothing, it felt like he had been run ragged. Sirius loved his life, and he liked performing, but a part of him couldn't wait for the day when he got to retire. They'd be able to sit around like this all day, every day. 

It was as he was having that thought that his life decided to take a dip. His phone was sitting on the coffee table, and it buzzed several times in quick succession from new messages. "Can you kick me my phone?" Sirius asked, not wanting to get up to see if it was important. 

James paused playing, then did as Sirius asked and kicked it off the end where it landed near Sirius. 

He picked it up and unlocked it, then frowned. "What's Benjy texting me for?" 

"Well, he's your manager. I'm sure he has lots of reasons." 

Don't panic. 

Well that was comforting. 

I'll take care of it.

People might say some shite, but your #1 defence is to just not look at it. 

Sirius itched to get on twitter and see what he was talking about, but to date, Benjy hadn't given him bad advice. If he said that Sirius didn't want to see it, then it was probably true. Still, he needed to know what the hell he was talking about. 

What's going on?, he texted back. 

Someone found an old photo of you and James at school. 

Oh. Sirius swallowed. If it was from Hogwarts, then Sirius hadn't come out, and he sure as hell hadn't transitioned yet. James was back to plucking at the guitar strings, evidently coming to the conclusion that if Sirius hadn't told him what it was about, then it wasn't important. It's not like Sirius was going to keep it from him, but he wanted to know what was going on, and James would tell him not to bother with it. He'd tell James what was going on-- as soon as he figured it out himself. 

You're gonna get pissed at me for looking, aren't you? 

DON'T. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SIRIUS DO NOOOOOT. 

Sirius read the text and didn't reply. He wasn't going to look at all the comments-- really, he wasn't. He just wanted to know how this had started. 

It wasn't hard to find. 

Some fan of James's was attending Hogwarts and had recognised him in an old photograph. They'd snapped a picture on their phone and uploaded it. Guys, teenaged James Potter!!! I guess that's his girlfriend before he got married :P Sirius had hair down to his shoulders now, but back then, he hadn't cut it once and in the picture, it was in two low pigtails. He'd had to wear the girl's uniform back then, which meant a pleated skirt and a blazer in red instead of trousers and a yellow blazer like the boys had gotten. He'd hated that uniform. He'd gotten more detentions for wearing the wrong uniform than he had anything else, which was sort of amazing considering how often he'd acted out in other ways. 

Someone else had said that the girl in the picture looked an awful lot like James's husband. 

Someone new put that picture side by side with one of Sirius's current ones. Dude, does @siriusblackpotter have a twin sister or smthn?? He has mentioned "family issues" before... 

It went from there to someone unearthing the names listed for the original picture, to someone pointing out that he never took his shirt off for photoshoots, to someone finding both records of him changing his name. That shite was on public record. The only reason he'd gotten away with it up until now was that no one had thought to look for the first one. 

Sirius exited out of twitter and crawled over to James's chair, leaving his phone where he'd been sat before. 

James stopped playing, peering at him curiously. "You alright, love?" 

"Mph." 

"Benjy trying to get you on tour again?" 

"Nah." 

James threaded his fingers through Sirius's hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "Then what's up?" 

"Someone found an old picture of us in Hogwarts." 

There was the briefest pause in James's hand before he resumed. "All over social media?" 

"Yeah." 

"What did Benjy say? That was Benjy texting you, right?" 

"Yeah. He said he'd come up with a statement or summat, and I should just wait it out." 

"Good advice," James said mildly. 

"You disagree?" Sirius asked, tilting his head back to look at him. 

James gave a small shrug. "I dunno. I'm sure from a PR point of view, that's the smart thing to do." 

"But?" 

"But all I want to do is... I dunno. Something mushy. Let everyone know I love you." 

"Pretty sure they already know that. I think the marriage might've tipped them off." 

"Might've," James agreed with a small smile. With the hand still holding the guitar, he held it off to the side and leaned forward to kiss him. They kept it short since it was an awkward angle, and if James tried to stay that way for very long, he'd probably fall off the chair entirely. It did Sirius a world of good to feel it, brief as it was. Feel him. He leaned back in the chair again, but he kept the guitar away. Evidently, the time for figuring out a new chorus line was done for the moment. 

"I love you," Sirius said. He knew that James knew that. But he liked saying it, and he knew for a fact that James liked hearing it. 

James's eyes lit up like Sirius had given him the world-- just like he did every time Sirius said it. "I love you too. You want to do something fun?" 

"Fun how?" 

"Eh, dealer's choice. We could watch a horror movie and eat ice cream." 

"I hope you realise the only part of horror movies I like is the part where I cuddle up to you." 

"Liar," James said with a grin. "You also like the blood sprays." 

"I just think they're funny is all," Sirius said. 

"Thinking it's funny counts as liking it." 

"Hm, disagree." 

James rolled his eyes. "Does that mean we're on for a horror movie?" 

"Absolutely."