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princeresnikov · 2 years ago

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it's in my nature {Tangerine} // 5

five. the scorpion: fantasizing about regicide to cope.

Chapter Summary: Clementine meets Yuichi Kimura, and realises The Prince is on the bullet train for more than just a joy ride.

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A/N: 4570 words. this one took a while because i have a new job!! its keeping me very busy!! but also im very excited because this chapter has a lot of dominoes being set up in it, and i hope they can pay off in the end!! again i feel like the prince is leaning a bit more heavily into her book characterisation but im not mad about it. also fuck book!wolf all my homies hate book!wolf. movie!wolf supremacy. anyways, i hope you like it, please lemme know your thoughts and feelings so far!!

Warnings: Don't be surprised when the OC is a terrible person and is implied to have done terrible things along with the rest of them. There will be smut in the future chapters.

Chapter Warnings: kind of implied torture, mentions of blood, implied daddy kink?? is that a warning??

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There is a man on the floor in front of Clementine's seat. Limbs at odd angles, it's clear he'd been shoved into the uncomfortable position simply to keep him out of the aisle. Before even fully acknowledging the situation or even her charge, Clementine drops to check his pulse. It's here she notices his bound hands, cutesy tape sturdily keeping his wrists together, so she presses two fingers against the soft underside of his jaw; steady.

"Sit him up would you, fruit fly?" The Prince orders cheerfully, as if there isn't a partially deconstructed handgun on the tray before her; Clementine will get to that, but she's really trying to deal with one thing at a time here. This day will not let up.

When she does finally stand, she turns wordlessly to The Prince, the silence demanding further explanation.Sure Clementine could move the poor man, she probably wouldn't even have to put down her bag, but too much today has already gone on unexplained.

"It's the best I could do without making a scene or a fuss," The Prince goes on to explain, giving an offhand gesture to the man on the floor with the half-assembled gun she had been fiddling with.Wrong answer.

"Malen'kiy Prints," Clementine's voice is ice cold, a warning, a murmur of carefully controlled anger from where she was frozen in place. The Prince purses her lips for the barest moment; she'd always been of the opinion that Clementine sounds too much like The White Death when she speaks Russian. As much as Clementine hated the comparison, it was useful when she needed to punctuate a moment, and this...this is all too much to go unexplained.

"He was going to kill me," The Prince says, regaining her composure only to pout almost comically, cool gaze focusing back on her victim, "had a gun and everything." At least this time she puts the half assembled gun onto the tray table in front of her instead of using it to gesture so casually. Still, there's no real care or concern from the girl; Clementine feels a little ill at the implications of it all.

"Why is he here?" Through gritted teeth.

"Whatever do you mean?" Everything about The Prince's sudden wide-eyed innocence is an expertly controlled mask, one Clementine knows all too well, and one through which she can see a family resemblance. In the face of a credible threat, The Prince, like her brother, always became smug. Confident in the power she is able to wield, The Prince fully believes she has nothing to really fear.

"Who is he? Why did you lure him here?"

A long moment passes, then another. Silence between the two, The Prince scrutinises Clementine with an almost clinical detachment, as if with intent to dissect. Clementine is fucking sick of the way this family look at her, but shewon't blink first.

Slowly, The Prince's lips twist with amusement.

"You don't even ask if I'm okay," there's something in The Prince's tone, or perhaps shining in her eyes, that Clementine can't quite comprehend. It makes the hair on the back of her neck rise.

"You are," a statement, not a question. The Prince's smile grows wider, that light in her eyes grows brighter.

"Just sit him up, we have time for explanations before he wakes up," the moment breaks like nothing peculiar had rust happened, and The Prince went back to carefully picking through the parts of the gun scattered before her.

So Clementine complies; she tells herself it's only because her own neck is beginning to ache looking at the poor man cramped in like that. After putting down her bag, it only takes her a moment to prop the man up, attempting a discrete medical check on him as she worked to shift him into what had been her seat. The bruising around his left temple and eye confused her, considering The Prince has never been a particularly physical fighter, however the moment the man's head lols towards Clementine as she's sitting him up, she get clarification by way of two minute, angry burn marks an inch and a half apart. What would be almost impossible to notice to the untrained eye is far too familiar to the operative, whose whole body tenses in visceral reaction the moment she recognises them.

"What kind of voltage did you use on him?" Clementine hissed, mind alight with the memory of how sharp the pain is from electricity. Once again she pressed her fingers against the man's pulse point by his jaw, just to double check;still steady.

"Hasn't changed from last time," considering Clementine knew the voltage of The Prince's taser was already illegally high, that isn't exactly reassuring. She does, however, take some small comfort in the begrudging tone The Prince takes with her next words; "it appears youdo have a higher constitution than I gave you credit for." Though both are far too aware that it was neither intended as a compliment, nor will it be taken as one.

"And the bruises on his face?" Retaining her focus, Clementine finds herself struggling to keep her composure after The Prince nonchalantly explains about the man having fallen face-first into the armrest; kneeling in front of him, Clementine still holds the man's face with one hand, the other moving to lift his eyelid to check -

"Don't wake him!"

"He might have a concussion!"

"He'lllive, you can check him when he's awake -"

"If he wakes up."

"You think you're the only person I tested on?"

There's a certain tone The Prince takes on almost exclusively around Clementine, a sharpness that betrays her impatience that she goes to great lengths to hide from everyone else. To her, Clementine's obedience has always been easy to buy, so she never felt as though she had to manipulate her into it, "weaker men than Mister Kimura here have survived, now take a seat, fruit fly."

"Where?" When Clementine finally leaves the man's side, it's to stand and level an truly unimpressed glare at the girl who just made her give up her seat to the man who allegedly came here to kill her.

The Prince sighed deeply, as if she had to take a moment to compose herself before pointing at the empty seat directly in front of her. The seats are at least staggered, meaning that if anything were to happen, the man would be as close to Clementine as he would be to The Prince. It's not ideal, but she figures between her own capabilities, the clear line of sight she'd be granted, and whatever scheme the hypercompetent teen behind her is running, The Prince wouldn't be inimmediate danger. However, as soon as Clementine is seated, bag in her lap, The Prince decides to situate herself in the seat in front of her victim, across the aisle from Clementine, able to better converse with her

"His name is Yuichi Kimura, and he's here to kill me because I pushed his son off the roof of a shopping complex," The Prince explains without a hint of worry or remorse, without even giving Clementine a chance to speak, "Idid doit to incentivise Mister Kimura there into tracking me down here; I need a favour from him." It's candid and no-nonsense, almost like it's trivial to her,even as she pauses to deliberate, "well, I needed someone with far more effective buttons to push than you," and she has thegall to sound amused at that, adding as an afterthought; "as his sonis alive,for now."

A white-hotrage burns through Clementine's veins in an instant upon hearing it, an long forgotten ache reigniting by her hip. But Clementine would never give The Prince the satisfaction of seeing her as any sort of hypocrite, so she chooses not to react.

"A favour?" Her gaze is shallow. All she can do is keep her thoughts and feelings in the immediate.

"I've got a whole little spiel about that," The Prince practically light up with gleeful anticipation, "right now you don't need to worry about it; I just want you here for when hedoes wake up, just in case," she gives a mischievous grin, as if she doesn't even believe what she's saying, "then you can go back to looking for that case for me." Something curdles in Clementine's stomach as she bites down on protests and questions alike.

It takes a long time for Clementine to swallow the orders without questioning them; her last hurdle was this teen girl and her ego, she tried to focus on that, on better things. Her freedom. Her bonus. Her future.

"You know, don't you?" Clementine finally murmurs, "you know the rightful owner of the case, who it's going to, don't you?"

"Of course," there's a strange moment in which The Prince's expression softens, some kind of question in her eyes that Clementine can't quite glean, "I told you it was never for me."

In this moment, it gets a little easier to breathe. If, amongst all this shit Clementine really washere to be The Prince's bodyguard her father's behest,perhaps she could simply focus on herself. If The Prince's scheme merely ran parallel to Clementine, if it didn'ttechnically involve her getting caught up in it all,thenmaybe she could consider forgiving the brat a little. After today, she never had to look back.

"Okay," Clementine finally nods, exhaling slowly. Her easy compliance seems to catch her charge by surprise.

"No follow up questions? Justokay?"

"Oh, I have a million but I doubt you'll give me a straight answer," Clementine's expression relaxes, opens up, meeting The Prince's gaze like it's a challenge, "so I'm adapting." The Prince is ready to meet her challenge, leaning forward with something in her eyes that has Clementine on edge.

"Adapting," The Prince somehow says the single word like a threat, tone poisonously bright as she continues, "is that why you came back sounding like someone else?"

How had it not registered?! How had she not caught that?! How could she let The Prince catch her so thoroughly off guard?! Clementine's Brooklyn accent is like neon in hindsight.

"Now I should ask," The Prince said carefully, leaning further forward into the aisle with a cruel smile, hands on her knees, "what happened when you went looking for the briefcase? Don't tell me you got distracted." It had been a crack in Clementine's mask; a sliver of power over her is more than no real power at all.

"No, ma'am," despite her furious disappointment, Clementine refuses to let The Prince know she was right. After her conversation with The Twins and The Son, she'd taken The Prince's call still sporting the accent she'd picked back up around Tangerine. It would have been a stark contrast from the accent she'd mirrored from the girl herself when boarding the train, but it had been allowed to stick as The Prince never made any mention or indication that she had noticed a change. Until now, of course. So she'd found her English accent once more, adding, "fugue state," by way of explanation as she willed her expression and tone to return to something neutral.

"Fugue state?" The Prince deadpans, clearly displeased with the unexpected answer. Clementine nods, doubling down. The Prince frowns, "am I not even worth the effort to lie convincingly to?"

"No, ma'am."

A genuinely sickened look passes over The Prince's face for a moment as she regards Clementine, disappointment and anger coalescing in her expression before the operative's very eyes. When it passes, she appears far less amused than she had after her momentary victory over her bodyguard.

"Lie all you want, you selfish, little Scorpion," The Prince's voice drops low, words spat with malice, "but today ismy day, not yours; I amyour assignment."

"Are you threatening yourself?"

"All I'm saying is that I'm not above jeopardising your assignment if you jeopardise mine," The Prince's smile is tight, "after all, I don't think my father will carewhy I ended up in hospital, just that a failure is a failure; you remember him saying that, don't you?" There's a violent kind of cruelty barely hidden beneath her candid tone that cuts Clementine to the bone, the words in clear, sharp Russian, "a failure is a failure."

Sometimes she sounds more like her father than her brother ever did.

Clementine won't break eye contact, won't react, expression blank even whilst rioting inside, alight with of pain, humiliation, andblistering anger.

"Say it, Clementine, I need to know you understand; a failure is a failure." Even if she says it in English this time, it's still a power move, cruel and simple and effective. All Clementine can do in this moment is concede.

"A failure is a failure."

"And you know better than to put either of us in danger byruining everything, don't you?"

Clementine is silent.

"Of course you do, because you're a tragically,pathetically passive creature who will doanything to survive. At least it makes you predictable andobedient," a scoff of disgust, "of course he was obsessed with you," she spits once more, calling back to their earlier conversation, "honestly the real shock was you growing something of a spine. But that's gone now.Clearly; lucky for me I suppose." In this moment, The Prince knows she's won, that she has Clementine under her thumb for the time being like her father before her, like her brother so often wanted.

But Clementine will not back down.

"If that's what you want to believe, ma'am."

The tension finally breaks when The Prince finally rolls her eyes, sitting back in her seat as exasperation practically radiated from her.

"You can go away now," she huffs, clearly put-out, "someone with a briefcase headed that way, go see if it's the right one," The Prince orders almost dismissively, gesturing with little more than a flick of her wrist towards the bar car. Standing, the teen stretches in an attempt to ignore the way Clementine's frowning at her, "go on, fly away, fruit fly." Looking past The Prince, Clementine draws her attention back to the still unconscious Kimura in the next seat along, "don't worry about him, he's all tied up, and I promise the first thing I'll let him know is that I have someone on standby to kill his darling son in case anything happens to me." The Prince casts her gaze over her shoulder to her victim, tonejarringly light all of a sudden, "he was fully prepared to kill the person who pushed his son, I think it's safe to say he won't try anything if the child is in danger; I don'treally need you here," then, almost spitefully, "adapt, Clementine."

There's a few brief but blissful moments wherein Clementine fantasizes about simply throwing The Prince out of the train's window, waving goodbye to her, and accepting her fate. But she can't; all she's worked for, all she'sdone, she'snot jeopardising thatnow.

"What did they look like?" Clementine asks one final question. "The person with the briefcase, what did they look like?"

"I think he had glasses," The Prince says after a moment of consideration, "and a hat; I think you'll know him when you see him." It's not much, but Clementine can work with it. So, finally, she stands. The Prince brightens upimmediately, "good; I'll call you if I need you." It was the only thing Clementine could honestly take her on her word about; The Prince was many things, but could never be called an idiot. So Clementine's stuck for a response, but then finds herself realising that,oh, wait, that's a thought! A thought for a different place, away from The Prince. As much as Clementine knows that leaving her teen charge alone with various weapons and a man she's blackmailing is a terrible idea, there was something undeniably appealing about having plausible deniability regarding the unfolding situation.

Before the door to the last car of the train there was a bathroom, and Clementine darts in, locking the door and immediately sagging against it with a heavy sigh. There she lets herself take a moment to breathe, even if it's shaky. Then, in a flash, she's tearing into her bag.Literally.

While a majority of its contents consisted of a surprisingly diverse range of medical supplies, Clementine also, of course, carried both essentials, as well as many discrete weapons. The first blade she grabs is a fold away knife attached to a keychain with countless useless, decoy keys she'd picked up over the years. The blade slices the lining at the end of the bag with ease.

Clementine was nothing if not prepared for any eventuality; passports and photocards from her various jobs across the world, each from a different country, rows of currency from various denominations, and the thing she found most important in this moment, a small plastic case full of old, SIM cards, all carefully packed between the leather and lining of her bag. The only SIM cards she ever bothered to keep were from jobs in the recent years where she'd made connections, had handed out her number at the time. For years she'd been in the habit of saving relevant numbers directly to her SIM card while on jobs as it made them far easier to both find and hide between both her more consistent personal phone, as well as the revolving door of burner phones she went through on the job. Once a fortnight she checked all that she kept on a burner phone to make sure there was no-one attempting to follow up with her. There's six from the past year, all prepaid with free international calls, all labelled in code in their tiny, plastic display box in the lining of her bag.

Box clutched between both hands, she slides down the door until she's sitting on the bathroom floor, knees drawn to her chest. Breathing carefully controlled, she knows there's no way he still has the same number... But she had totry. Because the last thing she wants is for Tangerine to come looking for her and instead find his assignment's resentful, scheming sister and the man with the gun she blackmailed. There's no way to spin that that doesn't end badly.

Despite it all, Clementine's hands don't shake; she retrieved the SIM card she'd used in New York, making quick work of putting it into the empty, second SIM card slot in her own phone beside the much newer Japanese SIM.

She never thought she'd be so relieved to see his the stupid name he'd been saved into her phone as, but the minute she sees it, there's a rush of warmth that fills her. It wasa chance, not just to warn him, but forreal contactagain -

It had been close to midnight, several hours after her shift had ended that day back in New York, with Clementine sitting daintily on the edge of his bed in her underwear as she frowned at the new contact screen on her phone. Tangerine had entered his number but the name section now taunted her with it's blankness.

So she'd asked him. It had been a test of sorts; she'd been curious to see what code name he'd give himself in the situation.

"I don't know, it's your phone," the balcony doors were open, Tangerine having stepped through them to light himself a cigarette. Leaning against the railing, he looked out over the Hudson River, wearing little more than his nondescript pyjama pants. For just a moment, Clementine admires him, aglow in the city lights. For just a moment, Clementine wishes she could experience moments like this honestly. But the moment ends, as all moments do.

"I just need something that won't raise suspicion; it can't be just your name," locking her phone, Clementine picked up his shirt that had been laying crumpled on the floor, throwing it on without bothering to do up more than one button, joining him in the cool night air, "'cause everyone will figure out where I'm going when I take these breaks," she mused as she leaned on the railing beside him. Without even having to ask, Tangerine offers his cigarette, and Clementine takes it, taking a long drag before handing it back, "'s unprofessional," she breathes out with a lungful of smoke.

"Nothing unprofessional about good customer service, love," Tangerine doesn't look at her, but he's smiling, sharp and teasing, eyes creasing at the corners in the way that brightens his whole face. Clementine grinned broadly, unashamedly watching him now. It takes a few moments of silence before he finally looks at her again, sees her just smiling as she watches him, "what?" He can't help but ask, and Clementine's grin gets wider.

"Detective,you are the onlycustomer I amservicing."

"'making me feel all special saying stuff like that," Tangerine jokes, but even as he looks away, Clementine can see his smile turning bashful. Then, almost as if to further deflect, "you know no-one would get mad if you took a call from your dad." It takes a few moments for his words to sink in and for Clementine to realise what he was implying, but by then not only is Tangerine looking intently in the opposite direction, but he's also mid-inhale on his cigarette.

"Is that really your suggestion?" She's grinning from ear to ear.

"Iswhat my suggestion?" Tangerine attempted to play dumb, but Clementine could hear him smiling.

There's no other number she would have saved under the name Daddy💖, and in the bathroom of the bullet train she's never been so glad to see that stupid contact name in her phone. All she has is hope, and a phone plan with unlimited international texting.

[tangerine]

It wouldn't be from a familiar number; her credit from New York expired months ago, so it would be confusing but innocuous enough if received by anyone else, but if he got it, he could at least reply so she could confirm -

Unable to deliver.

Fuck. Okay. Good to know. At least she tried.Leave the bathroom. Find the case. Finish the mission. One thing at a time. Focus on the moment, not the peripheries, the weird hurricane of uncomfortable coincidences that she's still trying to convince herself are just that.

So she tries to do just that. The next car along, the bar car simple, surely.

Except for the smashed glass and the sharp smell of iron-rich blood that even the air conditioning can't completely diffuse.

And the man in the corner; at first it looks as though he's asleep, but after a few moments Clementine can't detect the slow rise and fall of his chest that would accompany breathing. Something about the way he's sitting is awkward, like he was posed, bottle in his arms and blanket draped over most of him. Maybe it would have fooled someone else, or at least fooled them for longer. Just to make sure, Clementine speaks to try and get his attention, and when he doesn't react, she carefully holds her hand inches from his face; he's not breathing. It's like a switch is flipped, her caution abandoned as she drags the blanket off of him with one hand, the other checking his pulse; he's still warm, maybe she could -

The movement jostles him and the sunglasses fall away. The first thing Clementine realises is that she knows him, then she sees the crimson-stained gash in his nice white suit, right over his heart, and then it sinks in that despite how she's had her fingers against his pulse point for several long seconds now, his heartbeat has been completely still.

The Scorpion had always held great respect for The Wolf. They'd never been on conflicting jobs as The White Death's interests rarely conflicted with El Saguano, but they had occasionally worked parallel to one another when Clementine had taken assignments in America. Their field of work wasn't exactly popular; everyone good at their job became known in their world. Every bit as efficient and effective as Clementine ever was, however, The Wolf was one of the few in their line of work who she could honestly consider something of a friend, and still regarded the few times they drank together fondly, each time having been at the end of successful assignments.

Something inside of her shuts down. Each movement is muscle memory at this point, unbuttoning his top buttons, carefully trying to get a better look at the wound, inspecting it with clinical detachment. She could have stitched him up if he hadn't been hit in the heart. Her fingertips come away red and slick with blood. The bounty of medical supplies sitting right beside her are absolutely useless. If he had been hit anywhere else, she thinks she could have saved him. Sitting back on her heels, Clementine wipes his blood from her fingers on the sleeve of his white suit, and can't bring herself to get back up.

"Maybe in another life I could trust you enough to invite you to my wedding," he'd told her the last time he saw her. It was years ago now, but she still remembers the sunrise from the motel roof they'd clambered onto during the early hours of the morning. Clementine had laughed until he'd made a comment about how she couldn't bring her 'idiot boy toy'. Clementine just takes another shot. Tequila burns different when she's drinking with The Wolf; she'd wished he would just go back to his uncharacteristically fond tangents about his fiancé.

The Prince finds Clementine still in the bar car, with a deeply confused Mister Kimura in tow. Of course she takes the scene in stride; Clementine kneeling beside the corpse, who she'd tucked back in with his blanket, having taken and started to drink the bottle he'd been posed with; the liquor burned different than she was used to, it always did when she drank with The Wolf.

"You..." The Prince begins slowly, but Clementine doesn't look away from The Wolf's face, her own expression drawn, "don't have to keep looking,"for the case? At The Wolf? Clementine doesn't care enough to discern exactly what she means, "I need you to do something for me."

"Okay," comes from Clementine as a robotic mumble. She caps the bottle. There's no resistance, no resignation, no fight against the cruel teen puppeteer.

"Oh get up," at least it seems like The Prince is bordering on caring about Clementine, sighing as she takes the operative by the elbow, urging her to stand. Clementine obligingly stands, but her gaze is shallow when she finally looks to her charge. The Prince, after taking a moment to look over Clementine, almost as if sizing her up, reaches up and loops her finger through the chain of her necklace that was still peaking out by her neck, pulling it fully from where Clementine had tried to keep it beneath her collar. The clementine charm seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment, but The Prince just smiled. Mister Kimura keeps looking between The Wolf and Clementine, his expression unreadable.

Clementine needs an incentive to get out of this car, she'll do anything, it feels like she can't breathe in here -

"Now fruit fly, there's a man in a blue suit; I need you to keep him distracted."

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years ago

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Painting (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Painting Rating: PG Length: 2200 Warnings: Fluff (mild discussions of death) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here.Set in 1999. Did ya’ll miss me? Summary: Reader and Javier paint Josie’s room.

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“The new dresser should go over here,” Javier states, hands on his hips as he looked around the empty bedroom.

You stepped in close to Javier, wrapping your arms around his waist as you tilted your chin and looked up at him, “Hi.”

“Hi, baby.” Javier said with a warm grin, curling his hand around your hip. “I thought we were painting.”

“We are.” You gave his ass a playful squeeze before artfully pinching the pocket knife out for his back pocket. “I just needed this.” You flicked it open with your thumb and brandished it in front of him.

You stepped away from him, kneeling down by the gallon of paint, using the blade to pop open the can.

Javier chuckled and crouched down beside you, grabbing the plastic tray liner and fitting it into the metal paint tray. “Let’s hope JoJo likes this color choice this time.”

“Not wanting to paint for her a third time?” You teased lightly as you used the wooden stick to stir the paint, “It’s a little brighter than I expected.” You pursed your lips as you watched the paint drip back into the can off the stirrer.

Javier picked up the lid, flipping it over to compare the paint to the dried sample on the top. “I think it’ll look different once it goes up on the wall.”

“It’s a good color.” You were a little sad to see the dusty yellow walls go away. Javier had painted Josie’s room while you were pregnant with Sofía, while he was working on her nursery.

Sofia’s room was a cool sage green, not dissimilar from the colors that you’d used in Josie’s first nursery in Colombia. You preferred neutral colors that went with everything. But now that Josie was having sleepovers with school friends and not just the Murphy girls — she wanted something a little more exciting.

You were just glad you’d been able to talk her out of a Barney-purple into a nice shade of lavender. Josie had been a clever girl. She waited until she went to Home Depot alone with her father to talk him into repainting her bedroom. She was a big girl now, after all.

Of course Javier hadn’t been able to say no to her.

“Hopefully we won’t have to paint again.” Javier remarked as he slid the paint roller onto the handle. “At least until Sofía’s older.”

“I already told Josie she’s gonna have to wait until she’s sixteen.” You laughed, grabbing hold of the handle and tipping the paint into the pan.

Javier made a face as you looked up at him, “That’s still a long ways out.”

“Not really.” You pointed out, wiping the paint you got on your thumb onto your coveralls. “Blink and she’ll be graduating high school tomorrow.”

“Nope.” He shook his head, picking up the pan of paint and taking it over to the wall he was starting on. “She’s staying six forever.”

You rolled your eyes, “If only that were possible.” You poured paint into a smaller dish, grabbing the angled paint brush to work on the area around the windows. “Frankly, I’m looking forward to sixty-year-old Javier getting hit on at his daughter’s high school graduation, while he blubbers like a baby.”

“That’s an oddly specific fantasy, baby.”

“I have many.”

“Yeah?”

You hummed, “Some include the dramatic reveal where we’ve been married for a decade.”

Javier snorted, “Care to elaborate?”

“I don’t know,” You said as you dipped the brush into the paint, spreading some onto the wall around the window. “Maybe when Sofía’s sixteen and begging for a car, I’ll just tell her to go talk to my husband. Just let it settle.”

“I did have a dream once where I was telling Steve I was already married.”

“Was he offering?” You glanced back over your shoulder, smirking at his scandalized look. “What?”

“No.” Javier rolled his eyes, turning his back to you as he started rolling the paint out across the wall. “I don’t really remember why we were discussing marriage. Might’ve been one of his rants about bachelor parties.”

“Do you feel like you missed out on that?” You questioned, dipping your brush into the paint again.

“I think Steve feels like I have.” He huffed, “I might be a few years removed from college, but I think he’s projecting.”

“Of course he is.” You laughed. “I can’t imagine he had one when he and Connie got married.” You glanced back at him again. “Is this something the two of you discuss?”

He looked at you then, “Not really. We’ve had a couple conversations about it. Steve doesn’t get it.”

“I mean, Connie’s never really understood the choice either.” You shrugged, “Little do they know.”

“It still doesn’t feel real.” Javier admitted, loosely rolling the painting stick in his grip, before dipping it into the paint and rolling more out on the wall. “I sometimes wonder where I’d be.”

“If that night hadn’t happened?” You questioned, glancing back at him to see him nod. “Yeah. I think about it sometimes too.”

“Would we still be in Colombia?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged. “If that night hadn’t happened at all… If things hadn’t changed, I’d like to think we’d still be down there putting up with bullshit. But eventually, something would’ve happened.”

“Yeah.” Javier exhaled heavily. “I think I was running myself into the ground.”

“You were.” Your brows furrowed as you focused on painting the wall. “We both were. There’s only so long you can run from yourself.”

“Look at you, parroting Nancy.” Javier teased lightly.

You laughed softly, “I mean, she’s not wrong. I think we both hated who we became in Colombia.”

“Wasn’t my proudest version of myself.” He agreed with a short humourless laugh.

“What is your proudest version?” You questioned, wiping paint off on your coveralls.

“When I read the girls stories at night.” Javier answered without hesitation. “Yeah. It’s when I feel like I’ve made my parents proud. You know? Always wanted to make pops proud of me.”

“I know for a fact that he’s proud of you.” You told him, sitting your paint brush in the container and sitting it down on the floor.

“Yeah,” Javier muttered, keeping his focus on painting. “Don’t get me started on that.”

“Alright.” You conceded. You weren’t about to push the topic of Chucho.

During the holidays, after a long conversation about your father with Mitch, Chucho had broached the topic of what he wanted when he eventually died. Javier and Chucho had sat outside on the patio and shared a joint while they discussed everything.

There was nothing wrong with Chucho, but he wanted to be prepared like your father had. But Javier had carefully avoided any conversation that could circle back to that one.

You couldn’t blame him. Chucho had this sort of immortal spirit about him that seemed wrong to regard by mortal standards.

“You know,” You started, hands on your hips as you turned back to look at him. “That’s something you and I should probably think about too.”

“You’re wanting to talk about wills while we’re painting JoJo’s room?” Javier sat the roller in the tray and sat it down on the drop cloth carefully. “Cheery topic.”

“After what happened with Sofía—“

“You mean the worst fucking day of my life?” Javier held your gaze. “Going over things with the social worker was… something I’d rather forget.”

“I know.”

“I’ve seen you hooked up to shit in the hospital three times now.” Javier gritted out.

You nodded your head slowly, “Not looking to add to that number. But it is something we need to think about. I mean, fortunately we’re married now which gives us a little more control over things, but…”

“But I’m trying to paint my kid’s room.” He gave you a look. “And not plan our joint funeral.”

“At least we’re on the same page there.” You grinned. “Everyone always says they want their partner to move on, live their life, find love...”

Javier held your gaze, “I don’t know if I could do all of this without it you. I got too close to finding out.”

You stepped towards him, “Losing you is my one fear.”

Javier reached out and curled his hand around your hip, “Pops never could move on. I don’t think he even tried. We’re stubborn men.”

“Just how I like my Peña men.” You wound your arms around him, resting your cheek against his chest. “I just want to make sure the girls are okay. I want them to have the best life possible.”

He kissed the top of your head, “They will, baby.” He assured you, rubbing his hand down the length of your back. “With both of us.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, a soft smile playing over your lips. “That is what I want.” You curled your fingers around the back of his neck, leaning up to press your lips to his. “You have paint in your hair.”

Javier gave your hip a squeeze, “I wonder where I got it from.” He grabbed your hand, holding it up and showing off the stripe of paint smeared along the side of your hand.

“It’s dry.” You retorted, twisting your wrist out of his hand sweeping your hand over his face. “Okay, I thought it was dry.” You tried not to laugh as you stared at the purple streak on his cheek.

Javier shook his head slowly, “Is this how it’s gonna go?”

“Maybe.” You smirked, walking towards the can of open paint and dipping the tips of your fingers into it. “Come here.

“Oh, no!” He laughed, taking a step back. “We are not doing this.”

“Come here!” You pursued him, wiggling your paint covered fingers at him. “I don’t want to get this on the floor.”

“There’s an easy way to keep that from happening.” Javier gave you a look, side stepping out of your reach, but laughing as you grabbed onto the back of his belt. “Come on, we’ve got painting to do.”

“Turn around then.” You urged, letting go of his belt so he could actually turn around. “You are no fun.” You taunted, painting your finger down the length of his nose.

He cocked his head to the side, “I’m very fun.”

“Are you?” You gave him a skeptical look. “I’ve seen your end of the year reviews, babe. I don’t think anyone has ever used fun to describe you.”

“That’s a low blow.” Javier wiped off some of the paint from his nose, smearing it over your forehead. “You and I seem to have plenty of fun in the bedroom, baby.”

You pursed your lips thoughtfully, “I suppose that’s true. You can be very fun behind closed doors.” You smeared paint down the length of his arm.

Javier moved swiftly, wrapping his arms around you and turning you in his hold to pin you to his chest. “Looks like you’ve got a little paint on you now.” He said lowly, rubbing the paint from his nose onto the crook of your neck.

You half-heartedly attempted to get out of his hold, before sinking back against his chest. “What a shame.” You laughed, reaching behind you to get ahold of his hair. “I wonder if paint washes off.”

“Ha.” He tightened his hold on you, “Lavender looks good on you.” He whispered close to your ear, “But it looks better on the wall.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You laughed, elbowing him in the ribs.

“The sooner we get the room painted, the sooner we can take advantage of an afternoon without the girls.”

“What are you thinking?” You questioned, tilting your head back to look at him. “A nap?”

Javier whistled, “Tempting.”

“Right?”

He loosened his hold on you so you could turn around to face him. “Yeah, actually.” Javier’s lips drew upwards are the corners as he met your eyes, “It would be a long overdue nap.”

You arched a playful brow, “What? Has Sofía been keeping you up too?”

Javier rolled his eyes, “Even JoJo wasn’t this clingy at two.”

“It’ll pass.” You shrugged. “I’m not looking to do the co-sleeping thing indefinitely.”

“She’s lucky she’s cute.” Javier folded his arms across his chest, shaking his head. “But I could do without the foot in my face every morning.”

“She sleeps like you.”

Javier scoffed, “Upside down with a foot in my face?”

“Constantly needing to touch who she’s sleeping next to.”

He rocked his jaw slowly before agreeing, “Yeah, I suppose I do sleep like that.” He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, “It’s been a week.”

You gestured around the room, “And I’m hoping that with JoJo sleeping in Sof’s room for the next couple of nights, we might get our bed back.”

“Clever.”

“I have my moments.”

“You know these coveralls are doing it for me.” Javier remarked, plucking at the fabric at your waist.

“Oh, you poor sleep deprived man.” You gave his cheek a pat before stepping around him. “I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

You shot him a look, “Paint.”

He grinned back at you.

#javier pena #javier pena x reader #pedro pascal x reader

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quietepics · 4 years ago

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♡ · 　INTRO.　 * . IV / ?.

oh lawd she comin. hi gang ! i’d like to introduce my new kiddo , layla blanco . she’s a granddaughter of tyche and eris , and she’s a bit chaotic but in a different way from theo . i’d say her chaos is calculated heheh . also this is a very quick and short intro but i just wanna get it out and done with bc im gonna be busy tomorrow rip anyway , hope you enjoy !

THE BASICS

name: layla cornelia blanco nickname(s): lay , lays . somebody pls call her lucky charm she’ll be so annoyed . birthday: april 13th, 1996 ethnicity: white latina ( argentine - british ) birthplace: california , usa gender identity: cis female sexuality: pansexual / panromantic powers: disruption ( eris ) / probability manipulation ( tyche ) mixtape: she’s my colllar ( slowed ) / gorillaz , people i don’t like / upsahl , daisy / ashnikko , walk you home / sir chloe , talk show host / radiohead character inspiration: nanno ( girl from nowhere ) , beth harmon ( the queen’s gambit ) , layla by derek & the dominos , veronica sawyer ( heathers ) , yumeko jabami ( kakegurui )

THE MUSE

layla’s parents met in nemean lion years before her birth ; a daughter of tyche and a son of eris , the two fell in love during their time at nl and though it’s been long since their last visit , the campus has been a second home to layla ever since she was little --- for safety reasons , of course .

from a very young age , layla knew that she was special . her parents made a conscious effort to make sure the girl never lost sight of who she was and what she could do , and to always use her abilities for good . her father was particularly cautious of that , seeing as his daughter had the same capabilities for discord as he did , and knowing how much trouble he caused during his first few years at nl . because of that , layla has never felt out of control when it came to her abilities ; in fact , it was quite the opposite .

while her father’s side of the family was a bit more troublesome , her mother’s side was incredibly fun ! ever since she was a child , layla found herself interested in everything that had to do with luck , probability and chance , which eventually led to her fascination with one subject in particular: gambling .

around the age of twelve , she began gambling around nl . at first , the bets were little and simple: a pack of gum , a snack from just dough it or a meal at jake’s diner , things of the sort . at worst , she’d use her disruption power to make the loser unable to control their gifts for hours , which might have led to a little trouble a few times . however , as layla got older , the bets started becoming a little more extreme , often including large quantities of money . naturally , people lost interest in the games , especially since they were going against a granddaughter of tyche , and layla decided it was time for a change --- so she left nl for a while .

during her time away from campus , layla made money . a lot of money . poker and any other form of gambling had quickly become her favorite pastime , mainly because of the thrill of betting and risking it all , except she never lost to anyone . not because she used her powers to win , as the mere thought of rigging the games angered and disgusted her , but because it simply never happened . it could be frustrating at times , especially after people in the business started digging up information of her .

years after making a name for herself in casinos around the world and in the public poker scene , people started learning more and more about layla , who’d kept her godly heritage a secret until now . eventually , information leaked about the girl and on how one of her grandmothers was the goddess of fortune , which resulted in people calling layla a scammer , removing all sponsorships and opening multiple lawsuits against the girl ( which didn’t end up terribly for her , but that didn’t help fix her reputation either ) .

half a year ago , after her little scandal and as means of keeping herself out of trouble , layla returned to nl for the first time in a long while . she’s been keeping herself busy by working in the business department , striking big deals that bring in money and “playing” with the stock market . she swears she’s never cheated or rigged any game in her life , but until someone or something is able to prove her innocence , you won’t be finding her gambling anytime soon --- at least not in the public eye .

MISC.

she is so , so smart . above average IQ , definitely one of the best students in nl history besides the athena kids lmao . oh , and she definitely loves to remind people of just how smart she is . kind of a snob tbh .

knows a lot and has dirt on lots of people . she’s literally one of those people who just ends up eavesdropping on accident and then laughs about it .

s t o n kS.

she can play any card game , and most classics like chess , checkers , even eastern ones like shogi or majong . on the other hand , she hates most “modern games”, except for monopoly and clue / cluedo.

she legit never rigged any of her games , not even when she was tired and bored from winning so much . in fact , there was a time she purposefully indebted herself so that the games would become more exciting --- after all , she needed money .

kind of a hard person to befriend ? she won’t approach you unless you’re doing something she judges weird or a waste of time , but she will engage into conversation if you seem “smart enough” . again , she’s a bit of a snob .

kinda self destructive but shhh lets not go there just yet

will prank people by messing with their powers without them knowing . homegirl’s been bored okay this is how she keeps herself entertained besides stonks .

GIVE ME ALL THE PLOTS ! i’d like for her to have an actual friend who cares about her well being and wants her to get her shit together ( and she obvious cares about them in return ), someone she simply Does Not Give a Fuff about and has no problem saying it, an ex lover / ex fling ( could be super interesting considering she was gone for a bit ig ) , some sort of frenemy , some “ healthy competition “ of sorts , anything and everything !

#nlintro

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neo-shitty · 4 years ago

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toffee!

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

ah yeah ty, good suggestions.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

<3 w.a. 🐺

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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seasami · 5 years ago

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Larry Fic Rec -- June/July

hii!! so I’ve got some fics that I read in June and July (until now). If you see a ✰ next to a title it means I really liked it and it’s one of my favs from the ones I listed. If there’s a 🔒 next to title it means you have to be logged in to read.

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Latitude by nikogda (44k)

Summary: Harry’s a hybrid on a boat about to be hit by a storm and Louis is the human who comes to his rescue. That storm is all the time they have to fall in love before going their separate ways. That is, until almost a year later…

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by Anonymous ✰ (25k)

Summary: Harry had been kissed before, but never like this.He’d shared sweet, curious kisses behind bleachers and in soda shop booths, one or two more daring ones in cars parked on dark suburban streets, but the girls he’d kissed had never filled him with the desperation that erupted from Louis’ touch. He parted his lips and pulled him closer, as though he could breathe Louis straight into his lungs, as if he could swallow him. He wanted to consume Louis the way he consumed the body and blood of Christ. He wanted to place Louis on his tongue and feel him dissolve into a frothy mess of starch and saliva. He wanted to gulp him down until his teeth were stained purple and he was drunk on him. He wanted him in some violent holy way that made his hands shake where they were twisted in Louis’ shirt.

In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

No Candle No Light (No Friendzone To My Love) by Anonymous (11k)

Summary: Louis glanced at his friend, glaring daggers and Niall chuckled. He looked like his idea could end world hunger and Louis was horrified. [...]“Come on, Niall! Tell me!” Harry insisted, excited.“You can threaten him other than with violence. You said you want a little revenge, right? What if an ex-boyfriend came to reconquer you? You know, the jealous and aggressive kind.”Harry sighed loudly, closing his eyes. Louis frowned, just like Liam and Zayn. What was he talking about? And why was he still looking at Louis that way?“Niall, this could’ve been a nice idea if I had an ex-boyfriend, but-”“Let me explain!” Niall barged in. “ You don’t have an ex-boyfriend but you can pretend you have one! I’m sure Louis would love to help you with that.”Liam almost choked on his wine and Zayn bit so hard on his lip to contain his laughter that it might have bled. Niall looked satisfied as hell, of course he was the little shit, and Louis just had time to flip him the finger before Harry turned to him. He was fucking delighted.

Or the one where helping Harry getting rid of his boyfriend may be the only way to his heart

Sugar by lettersfromvenus (15k) ✰

Summary:

“I hope our paths will ‘croissant’ again.”

There’s a little smiley face drawn next to the words, and it’s ridiculous, Louis knows, but he can’t help the swell of butterflies that he feels as he reads over the words once more. An odd fellow indeed, he thinks.A moment later he shakes his head and collects himself, because he really does need to get home; he’s sure that Harry is probably watching him from behind the counter, all sweet, smug smiles and pink cheeks. And if he’s being honest, he’s not entirely sure he won’t toss his groceries into the trash and walk straight back into the bakery if he doesn’t leave now, so… he really does need to get going.

Before he goes on his way, though, he plucks the note from the top of the container and carefully tucks it inside of his wallet to protect it from the rain.

That’s how it begins.

Only Been Here One Time by alienharry (10k)

Summary:

“Good morning, Liam. Harry.” Louis nods at them both and then cocks his head. “Are you aware you have four nipples, Harry?”

Harry looks down at his chest, suddenly worried. He doesn’t know how many nipples humans have, but four must not be a usual amount. “Should I have six?”

“Not unless you’ve a litter of kittens to feed.”

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can’t Lose by dolce_piccante (112k) ✰

I KNOW ITS ICONIC BUT I READ IT A MONTH AGO SO I THOUGHT I’D INCLUDE IT HERE.

Summary: American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

It’s All Brand New by midnightwhistleberries (10k)

Summary: “Harry,” Louis intones emphatically, “literally everyone in the U.K. has known that I’m openly bisexual since 2011.”

“’Cept you, I guess,” supplies Niall.

In which Harry studies engineering, loves Madonna, and can't tell if Louis likes him or just keeps coming back to the record store because he's some sort of musical hoarder. Louis is famous, Harry has no idea, communication issues are rampant and fluffy pining ensues.

Fool For You by flowercrownfemme, lesbianferrissbueller (46k) ✰

Summary: “It’s not a game.” Harry scoffed, trying to push past him once more but Louis held his ground. “And I’ve never once told you a lie.” “All you do is lie," Harry argued. "Jests and tricks and made up stories, that’s your trade. I’d never trust a word from your mouth.” “I tell stories,” Louis conceded, “but a good one must be based on truth. And my stories tend to get a bit more truthful when I’m around you, Princess.”

In which Harry is a brooding prince who's scarcely smiled since the death of his mother and Louis is the dashing jester hired to change that.

streetwise hercules by bottomlinsons (7k) 🔒

Summary: I said,” Louis’ voice is venomous, “who the fuck is this?”Right. This is Harry’s part.

(Uni AU, where Louis pretends to be Harry's boyfriend to scare away his one night stands.)

Close Enough To Touch by stinky28 (7k)

Summary: “You are killing it!” The stranger shouts in his ear, to which Louis raises a brow, setting up the next transition and song, bobbing a bit in place before glancing over to the stranger and Oh. Red.

He’s staring right at a very large, oddly tied red bow tie. It takes up the whole stranger’s chest and..it’s bloody brilliant. He fucking loves it. He feels himself break into a giant grin, looking up at Mr. Red Bowtie’s face and Oh. Fuck.

OR an au where louis is the dj for the met gala after party and harry can’t leave his side.

Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff (83k)

Summary: The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser.

Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is...

AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel...

hush. by Wankerville (41k)

Summary: “I don't like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”

or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

The Unsuccessful Promise by trysomecats (11k)

Summary: At the end of the previous school year, Louis swore to everyone that he would return in the fall as an alpha. He made this promise especially to his arch-nemesis Harry Styles, who has already presented as an alpha himself. Unfortunately over summer break, the worst thing possible happens: Louis presents as an omega. Now school is back in session and he has to return and face the consequences of pre-determining his status.

Featuring Liam and Zayn as Louis' doting and exasperated parents.

Autumn At My Window by TheCellarDoor (20k)

Summary: A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past 'friends who are too close for comfort'.

Featuring a lot of pining, Louis' addiction to Harry's scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own.

OKAY! That’s it for now cause I don’t want this post to be too long (oof i’ve read a lot actually). I have Fic Rec June/July Part Two in drafts and im also gonna collect fics that I’ve read on my kindle (its usually above 50k and make a fic rec with them). Stay tuned and follow my blog so you don’t miss it idk <33.

PLEASE GIVE ME YOUR FEEDBACK ON THIS: I can make: Iconic Fics, My Fav Fics or try and do some themed fic rec. LET ME KNOW IF YOU’D WANT THAT!

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wataponwrites · 4 years ago

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Hi there, I’d love to request a “Ship-Me-With”, please! Here’s all the things you wanted to have-- Gender: Non-Binary, born female.- Sexual Preference: Pansexual! - Personality: I'm outgoing, feisty, and passionate. However, I also have a fiery temper and can be prone to snide remarks and brutal honesty (if it calls for it). I'm adventurous by nature and love being a thrill-seeker/daredevil, even if it gets me into trouble- I tend to have a lot of energy compared to others. [1/?]

OMG NO DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT BEING LONG IT WAS PERFECT, TYSM!!!!!! 💗

💚 I Ship You With Joey Wheeler! 💚

It’s everyone’s favorite brooklyn boy, Joey Wheeler/Jonouchi Katsuya! Starting off as friends, I’m gonna say you guys went to Domino High together! It’s the break before class and Joey’s in the classroom dueling with Yugi and pals, and oh boy, here walks in a student who just looks like they’re up to no good. Going over to where they’re hanging around, you can already tell there’s a disturbance. Maybe this student had some kinda weird beef with one of them, or just was feeling like causing a ruckus for some reason? Whatever the case, it wasn’t good. “Oh great, it’s you guys taking up air again. If you’re gonna be in this class, at least do us all a favor and stop being weird.” Obviously to any remark like this, The gang (except for Yugi) would be ready to throw fists, but before they could, someone intervened. “Hey, leave them alone.” They turned to where they heard the voice, and it was you! After a few exchanged words with the rude student, they decided it wasn’t worth the time and walked away. “Hey, thanks so much for helping us!” Joey said, and the rest thanked you as well. He then asked if you’d like to join them for a few more rounds of Duel Monsters before class started, and you guys got a few rounds in before the bell rang! After school Joey walked up to you, “Hey again, we’re hanging out for a bit after school if you wanna join us!” You joined them and had a great evening!

After this, you became a regular of the gang, and they were delighted to have you on board! Though all of them loved you, it seemed you got along the best with Joey! He immediately warmed up to your passion and fiery attitude and was with you all the way, as he’s the exact same way! Imagine Kaiba coming at Joey with his usual snide comments and just you guys coming back at him together 2x stronger and Joey just being so proud about it afterwards LOL. Though the rest of the gang usually just likes to hang out at peaceful areas and the gameshop and such, Joey is SO down to go to thrill-seeking places with you! This man has energy for days, so he loves that you guys can keep up with each other! Riding those slingshot rides, going to an amuse park together, zip-lining, jumping over fences, breaking into KaibaCorp for funsies, you name it! Joey always finds himself having the best time with you. ☺️

Now, onto relationship! I feel like Joey asked the gang what he should do about asking you out, but they all gave him different answers! Though, he ended up going with Yugi’s advice: “Just be honest and true to yourself.” But in the days where he was thinking about asking you out, he noticed you had been a bit quieter than usual and was kinda worried. But Yugi reassured him once again. He asked you after school to go with him to a grassy area in the city and watch the sunset over the lake there. “It’s real pretty, so I thought ya might like to see it!” And as you guys are watching it, he started getting fumbly. “Uhh, so, I’ve been meaning to ask ya something for awhile...” He went on and confessed to you, a bit sheepishly though, as this was his first time ever really doing anything like this, but he quickly perked back up. “But I’ll be the best boyfriend ever, Wheeler’s honor!!” And after you said yes, he shouted in happiness and quickly pulled you into a tight hug. 🥺

Joey would absolutely risk his life for you. Of course, Joey would take a bullet for all of his loved ones, but you’re right up there with Serenity, there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for you. With both of you being a bit prone to get into fights easily, I feel like you two could really balance each other out and keep each other in check. And dates are never a bore with Joey! He’s always taking you guys to do some new, exciting activity! Imagine for a date you guys going to watch a comedy movie and just laughing together all night long 🥺 I feel like he’d be 100% down for PDA, just always having an arm around you, holding hands, and casual hugs and cheek kisses, and if you’re not cool with that, then he’s not cool with that and will stop immediately. 👏🏻 Serenity is always so excited to see you and hang out with you, and that makes Joey so happy! 🥺 I also feel like he’d be super interested in your tattoos, and asking if there’s a story behind them and just loving to look at them in general! He’s also always down for game nights, and sitting up with you until the sun rises playing video games, board games, and just any game in general! He’s also always so excited to listen to music with you and see what cool new song you have for him to listen to next! Also, he just absolutely ADORES that you’re into martial arts and boxing!! Attending every event you have for them, always cheering you on, and always asking you to teach him some moves! He may not exactly get it down but, he thinks it looks cool, and will definitely try it out on Tristan later please prevent him from trying moves out on Tristan later. Overall, this man will care and be there for you till his final breath and seems like such a fun relationship that always has something new!

im sorry this took so long!!!! but i really hope you like your pair up, and thank you so much for considering my blog!!!! 💚💗💕💙

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moonlightjeno · 5 years ago

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college!jeno

a/n : it has been a long ass time. but hey i’m back if anyone cared lol. enjoy this bullet point scenario about this precious boy. also peep his blue hair, we young was his bitch.

genre : fluff

pairing : jeno x reader

request : open !!

word count : 1.07 k

oml okay im rlly excited for this but if its ok i might just do jeno as a high school au bc bb boy is 18

warning this is all over the place and v long have fun

k so jeno just moved to this new high school called zuhos uni, but i mean boy is takin the highschool courses that are specialized in science bc hes a geek

a v cute one but ya know

so hes bew and hes transfered like one quarter through the year,,

bc jeno is a v shy shy boy he doesnt have many friends the first week until he joins the music club every friday after school

there he makes friends woo, shy bb opens up to haechan, jaemin and renjun even if renjun isn’t really part od the music club and more of the art club

oof details

k so this bb is rlly rlly bloody smart and hes rlly good at biology and physics but he struggles at chemistry

hes like wtf,, this doesnt make any sense one lement another makes a new one withh a different number ?? heLP

its comPLICATED

thats is until he finally asked for help

he has seen you around school, always next to your locker, head in the books, but he hd seen you around music club

you tended to stay by yourself, strumming your guitar and always writing this in your notebook

but he also knew that you were rlly good at chemistry

he didnt ask you for help perse

more like jeno asked his best friend jaemin who was one a close friend of one of your friends and who he also had a crush on to ask you if you fould help jeno

protect this bb he’s shy

you where like “huh? me? jeno wants my help? pretty boy?”

your friend was like “omg yes noe go talk to him and tell him youll help. k? k.”

so you go “talk” *cough* hyuck sets you tf up *cough* and you guys meet at the library??

at least you thought so?? but he didnt get the memo so he showed up like 30 mins lates so it wasnt that bad but like bruh??

so u were a lil annoyed bc boy asked for your help and showed up late, and jeno was a nervous mess when he finally arrived and kept apologizing seeing you with a frown

he kept saying how sorry he was and that he would make to you,, poor bb

and seeing him be a shy and nervous mess made you forget so obviously it was easy to forgive and you guys tried to start your study session

hmmm “tried” is the key word

bc everytime you guys would start their would be noises and other ppl talking so yall gave up and jeno was like “oh we could go over to my place bc my parents r out and it should be quite?? i- ii could h-hhelp youu wwith ph-ysics??,, if you want??”

akdhaj precious shy bundle nervouse mess

ofcourse you said yesss bc physics is like wtf is this ?? no one understands and i neED HELP

and you liked jeno like had a major crush on him and yku needed to help the poor boy out with chem chem

k. so yall walk home and you get to know each other and jeno starts to fall harder for you bc your so cute, the way you keep tucking your hair behind your ear

and biting your lip when your nervouse and just silent

he found it rlly cute aight

so yall finally arrived to his home, and hes a bit messy but thank GOD HIS MOM MADE HIM clean up the day before

wooo

so yall go through w your study session that lasts like an hour and a half and jenos like dam you make everything make sense

poor boy didn’t actually say that but he thought it and how you looked really pretty

but thats another time

and he explains physics to u and your like oh gotchu gravity makes sm more bloody sense

so after studying you guys go get ice cream bc he had to “make it up to you”

when he offered to lay you where a blushing red mess bc you rlly like him and ut feels like a date but he could never like u back

hes so smart and talented

but jeno just kept thinking your looked adorable with your blush and whenever you spoke to him about chemistry and biology your eyes would light up

yoy noticed though that jeno would smile *that eye smile that cures cancer* whenver he spoke and talketed about music and his friends

and it got late real quick so yall had to say hoodbye but you were rlly sad

bc he got you and you got him ??

perfect chemistry ,, mi dudes

k so like right before you left hes like “umm umm so you— want to like,, meet again??” silence “like as a date ?? — i mean if u dont want to its all— good”

and you were just like dumbfounded??

like what?? he lee jeno the most adorable smartest talented perfect boy in school just aksed you out??

you kinda justs tood there and then slowy noded

and he gave you that eye smile,, precious boy was so happy omg omg omg

so yall meet again and again and again for study sessions and a couple of dates

jamein and your friend had been a couple for a couple of weeks and hyuck just wanted jeno to shut up about you

bc bb boy was falling in love

so in one of your study sessions it was late and you guys had order dominos and were just hangin on the couch when he kept lookin over and just kissed you

boy was scared but you kissed him back bc akgshags

best day

when you broke the kiss you bith had the biggest goofiest smiles on your face ,, like how did i end up with this beautiful person right in front of me

he gave you a lil kiss in the forhead that melted your heart and you bith smiles like idiots

the end ,, jk i just have no idea how to end this

ajdha and yall just cuddled it was great

a bish is really bloody soft for jeno

i hope y’all enjoyed this mess lol. peace.

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gizkasparadise · 6 years ago

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Z. Ramble, on!

im gonna talk about how much i love luke skywalker–which is very very much–and why tlj is not only an IC character arc for him but one that makes him 100% more important to me

y’all of course, will likely have your own interpretations of him and that’s a-okay. but i’ve got about 20 years invested in mine and i am incredibly stubborn so any THAT’S NOT HIS CHARACTER!!! comments or reblogs might not be engaged with. that in mind, let’s roll.

to tosche station!

a lot of feelings about luke skywalker, as told by gizka

here’s some things i understand about luke from the original trilogy:

he doesn’t think things through. he’s curious and impulsive. his curiosity is one of my favorite things about him. since he’s the entrypoint character for the audience, we learn things with luke. we get excited with luke, we get angry with luke. luke’s curiosity does some meta work in letting the audience get immersed in the universe. he bugs owen. he bugs ben. he bugs han and chewie and is a walking bioware protag wanting fetch quests. what’s this laser sword? can i look down its handle?

his curiosity & impulsiveness are what save the Jedi. put on a visor and wave a laser around? sounds fun. go to a swamp planet in the middle of a war? okay. whatever this blue ghost-man has to say. the jedi, i think, lost curiosity– they lost the ability to critically reflect, to want to learn. they haven’t grown, even as the galaxy has grown around them (alluded quite a bit in EU content like KOTOR and also in canon with RotS). in the OT, we get two jedi: old ben kenobi, an exile who is referred to as a great general but is one of the most static characters in the series. throughout the series, he is moved into action by his surroundings or circumstances. he doesn’t seek luke out for training– the kid passes out on his yard. he straight up phased out of the adventure by ep 4. & then we get luke, this scrappy desert farm kid, and through his POV the jedi get to go from relics to something incredibly cool to be discovered– luke’s not the last of the old, but the first of the new. he’s dynamic and a catalyst and he charges through the story like a drunk bull

luke always wants to learn, but is frustrated by learning. we see how he’s quick to get angry or to quit, especially in ESB when dealing with yoda, that little hobgoblin. part of that is the impulsiveness & overeagerness– he wants to jump in and do things but doesn’t have the patience. this fits that “gifted child, struggling adult” trope. it’s Important that he doesn’t complete Jedi training his first try, that it doesn’t come easily to him.

luke is often isolated from what’s actually happening. after a new hope, he’s the Hero of Another Story in his own trilogy. his role, tactically speaking, on endor isn’t necessary (remember that he didn’t go in with the intention to stop the emperor). it’s personal. it’s family matters. it’s impulsive as hell despite his newfound Jedi Chill. luke’s arc is purposefully set up to be a sidestep away from the grand battle of good vs. evil during RotJ–that’s leia’s arena (& i could talk a lot about leia, too. another day, another post there). after ben’s death, all of his journeys are solo journeys: he’s a student without a teacher

so he is, in a lot of ways, alone even when surrounded by his friends. he’s the only one trying to understand the Force. he’s the only one trying to understand Darth Vader. he’s the only one who actively confronts the Dark Side (and the only one who sees the Dark Side in himself). he hosts his father’s funeral by himself. and, at the end of the trilogy, he’s the only one that sees the ghosts

here’s what i understand about luke between the OT and ST:

he wasn’t a good teacher. how could he be? historically in GFFA, heroes don’t make great teachers– obi wan certainly wasn’t. or qui gon. or yoda or mace. remember how yoda made himself straight up die to get out of answering luke’s questions? i do. luke’s 0 for 2 in dissolving mentors.

in fact, i’ll wait for someone to mention a jedi master who was a responsible, positive mentor for their student without things going to hell in a handbasket. the skywalker mentorship program is a domino line of dudebro fuckery

so we have someone who didn’t get good training, didn’t have a consistent teacher of his own, but has an intense curiosity about the force and an inherited legacy he’s decided to run with. he doesn’t have children of his own & leia’s too busy being the Big Good and having a full-time job with benefits to sign up for jedi daycamp (& coming back to that leia post i might write one day, why the fuck would she want to do jedi training. jedi training has super fucked up her life!). but his nephew, ben’s namesake, shows force sensitivity. for the first time, luke’s not the only person who can carry on the traditions he never really got to learn in the first place. potentially, he has someone who can share his curiosity with

but luke’s not a good teacher. his curiosity comes with impulsiveness. and so he fails his first try at it, in a way that mirrors his first try at being a jedi. only this time he’s not just hurting himself in the cave – he hurts ben. and leia. and han. he knows it, too.

so he leaves. because he doesn’t know what to do. because, for the first time he’s experienced it, the force is frightening and no one’s prepared him for this side of it. he exiles himself, because his journey has been one of exile ever since dagobah. he’s on his own, because who can he talk to? where is the handbook for So You Scared Your Apprentice To the DarkSide? it’s in a fucking tree somewhere a billion light years away that yoda lights on fucking fire, thanks yoda

luke is the first of the new, but being new means not having experience to draw on. it’s Telling that, in his exile, he is looking for answers from the ancient order. because luke’s still a student, still learning, too

so, let’s talk TLJ:

let’s say you really fucked up an exam. it was the most important exam of your life. and you straight up fucked it. F-. suspension. your photo’s hanging up on a wall of shame somewhere

now imagine some kid shows up to your depression den, uninvited, and demands that you tutor them in the exact same material you fucked up in previously. by the way, she’s sent by the sister you irreversibly hurt, apparently galactic freedom depends on it, and she’s learning Force Shit from that nephew you almost killed in a Panic.

it’s pretty understandable that you’d want to do one of two things: A. tell her no don’t do it, and/or B. maybe see what you can figure out from some old textbooks

except the textbooks suck because they were written by even more shitty teachers. this is the book your professor wrote and made you buy with no resale value. it hasn’t been revised or updated. this is first edition knowledge in a thirteenth edition galaxy. you, and this kid, and your nephew, are all on your own. you have no idea how to fix this shit. people have possibly died because of it. more people might die if you keep trying without knowing all there is to know about the force– what it can do, how it can manifest in people. the very thing that has been your strength your whole life (curiosity, a sense of adventure!, raw talent) is getting people killed

also yoda set the fucking books on fire

all three of the candidates for the title of the last jedi (luke, ben, rey) expect a legacy to inherit, a place in a more meaningful universe. they’re all, ultimately, disappointed. how they react to this disappointment is important: ben wants to burn it down. rey wants to fight for something new.

luke faces it. he apologizes to ben and leia. he fights for the Big Good in what is once again, a solo fight. that is personal. that is about family.

luke, unlike the jedi before him, learns how to be a teacher. he dies alone for it.

fuck anyone who says this version of luke is inferior, weaker, or OOC. i don’t want my heroes to get everything right on the first try– because no one does.

#luke skywalker #meta #I BET YOU DIDNT EXPECT THIS MUCH IM SORRY #!my post #long post #millyslitterbox

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sineala · 6 years ago

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What do you think of Gail Simone? I don't understand why IM fandom doesn't like her (?)

I haven’t read enough of her writing to have an opinion about her comics either way -- I read a couple recent Domino issues and they were good, but that’s literally the only thing I’ve read by her.

She’s been announced to write the IM tie-ins for the upcoming War of the Realms event. I thiiiink this would make her Tony’s first female writer, which if true I am excited about; I think Marvel could definitely use more women writing male superheroes.

But I also understand why Tony fans are wary, because recently many of the people who have been writing Iron Man comics... uh... how do I put this? They haven’t seemed particularly into Tony as a character. This is a common fannish opinion, anyway. (I mean, I haven’t wholeheartedly loved a regular IM run since Director of SHIELD.) This is unlike, say, the people writing Captain America, who for the most part seem extremely enthusiastic to finally have a chance to write Captain America. And I think it shows in the end result.

And apparently over the years on Twitter, Gail Simone’s various comments on Tony -- while not bashing him -- have been along the lines of how she doesn’t think she’d do a good job writing Tony and/or she thinks she only has one Tony Stark story in her. Which doesn’t mean she doesn’t like him (I think she sounds like she does), and I think if she truly doesn’t feel comfortable writing Tony she’s expressing it in a very kind and respectful manner that I appreciate -- but at the same time, it would be really, really good if we could have an IM run by someone who knew and loved 616 Tony and had done the reading and wanted to be there. That would be the dream. It used to be an achievable dream -- I was reading an interview with Denny O’Neil (who wrote the second drinking arc) and he explained how he saw Tony’s character and how he’d been reading since Tales of Suspense and how everything he’d read had shaped his view of the character. And I don’t see why we can’t have that again. It would be nice. I keep hoping. I mean, I’m a Tony fan and I want the writer to be a Tony fan too. I want them to be as excited about writing it as I am about reading it, you know?

So honestly I don’t know if Gail Simone has changed her mind about writing Tony. I hope she has. It sounds like maybe she has. Someone asked her this on Twitter and she said that she’s done research so... maybe that’s a good sign. Maybe that means she wants to be here.

But basically, uh, Tony fans have spent a long time being dissatisfied with Tony’s comics, so whenever someone new to Tony is going to write him, many people do not have the highest of hopes. I don’t think it’s necessarily personal to Gail Simone -- I have seen much more ire directed at writers who have said actually unflattering things about Tony than I have seen towards her -- but I think that the fandom attitude toward Actually Getting A Good IM Run Sometime Soon is... pessimistic in general. And I don’t think that’s her or anything she’s done -- I’m not getting the sense that she doesn’t like him! I think she does like him! -- I think that’s just fandom being wary.

I mean, I’m still gonna read it! I hope it’s gonna be good! We’ll find out!

#Anonymous #replies

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over-roaming-waves · 7 years ago

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Turn Turn Turn

Rating: SFW

Charaters: Yuma Tsukumo, Yugi Mouto, Atem, Yusei Fudo, Jaden Yuki, Carly Nagisa, Jack Atlas, Yami Bakura, Ryou Bakura, Malik Ishtar, Isis ishtar, Mai Valentine, Jounouchi Katsuya Mentioned: Seto Kaiba, Mokuba Kaiba

Pairings: Puzzleship, Visionship, Theifship (slowburn), Scoopship, More to be added.

January

“O.K., you can do this Yuma. Just go in there and say you want to join. Right then, it’s not like they’re going to kick you out because you’re just start, or you’re too young, or anything like that. And it’s definitely not likely that they will call my sister and tell her everything. O.K., O.K. …Kattobingu! “

He opened the door.

“Hey there, I’m Tsukumo Yuma and I’m here to-“

“Join the gaming club, but don’t tell your sister because she doesn’t know.”

Yuma look where the answer came from and saw a man with platinum blond hair and skin that was several shades darker than his own. He was reading a guide book for a game called Monster World.

“How did you-“

“Please, you were stand in front of the building for 30 minutes. Most everyone heard some part of your inner monologue when they came in.”

“Malik, please don’t be so rude. It was not long ago that you were in his position,” a woman with the same shade of skin and the distinct air of an older sister around her came in. She bowed, which made her black hair flow over her shoulder, “Welcome, I am Isis Ishtar and this is my younger brother, Malik. If you’d like, I’ll take you to the next room and we’ll see about getting you some more information, as well as creating your character for our role-playing game.”

Yuma was escorted inside, thou he saw Malik mimicking his sister behind her back.

He was brought into a big room, with a table near a kitchen area. The table was occupied a figure hunched over an RPG… thingy that kept them hidden from view, only allowing a view of the person’s arms. In a chair on the left side farthest from the cover, there was a man with two different shades pf brown in his hair, the top part being lighter than the bottom part. He seems occupied by his phone. On the brunet’s opposing side, he spotted two blonds, a man and a woman, with a chair between them. On the man’s left, there was a black-haired woman. She and the man were holding hands.

Deep breath and…

“Hello, I’m Tsukumo Yuma and I wish to join your Game Club. I am going into my third year of middle school and want to be more honest with who I am. Please take care of me!”

He bowed so far down, he felt like one of those wooden birds that go up and down, mimicking a drinking bird. He doesn’t hear anything from the other members but he could feel their stare as they look at him and his outfit that he bought behind his sister’s back. He’s sure that grandma knows already but…he’s scared that Akari would hate him if he told her. He’s still starting out and… this was really the first place that he went to as a man. That poster on the pole felt like a sign that he should be himself. That there were people would accept him as Yuma.

He felt like maybe this was a mistake. Maybe he’s too young. Maybe he needs to do more to be able to join. Maybe-

He smells a chocolatey scent. Someone was walking, put something down (cups maybe?), and walking again. He felt someone guide him up, where he saw bright blue eyes stare down at him.

“It’s O.K., you’re doing fine.”

The blue-eyed masterpiece escorted him to an empty chair, where he gave Yuma a hot chocolate. (Was that what he put on the table?) he then started talking again in his velvety voice.

“We’d be glad to have you as a member. Isis is just getting some paper work for you to make it all official. Unfortunately, several members including the founder are not here at the moment but you can be introduced to the members that are here. I am Fudo Yusei, and I am like you in body.”

“wow, that pretty good up until that last part. Hey there, I’m Jaden Yuki. Oh, right, I meant Yuki Jaden. Well, what I mean is my personal name is Jaden. I was born and raised in the USA, so I’ll warn ya right now that I will mess up on social niceties. And like Yusei so weirdly said it, I’m a Trans Man. I’ll get your character sheet, ‘kay?” shouted the two-toned brunet, who had put his phone down to look at him with his soft brown eyes. He left his chair to get the sheet.

“Right”, the blond woman said, “You can call me Mai Valentine and I was assigned male at birth. As you can see, I disagreed with that decision. The idiot next to me is Jake Atlas, who is Cis and is dating the only other Trans woman in the place, Carly. The silent Dungeon Master who is rudely ignoring our guest is Bakura. (he heard a grunt by the covered man) You probably have already met Isis and Malik, so that would be a bit redundant and the others can introduce themselves when they come in.”

Then Mai started to explain the rules of the game, how to set up his character, how to roll for the stats, and other such thing while he was filling out the papers Isis gave him … until he heard Jaden yell.

”HOLY SHIT! GUYS, ATEM IS PREGNANT!!”

____________________

“So, you’re preggers, hon?”

“… I wanted to tell you AFTER I told our close family and friends. I already expressed my displeasure in my IDIOTIC, BUBBLE-HEADED, TRATOROUS SISTER telling everyone with an internet connection my current status about something I told her in private!”

“While I’m sure got that by how quickly the post got deleted. I’ll put the congratulatory gifts given to you away for a better time. Call me Curious George but when would you have told your more… distant relatives?”

“ …. When everyone else would know. By the way, how would you think the members of our gaming club would feel about being part of a ceremony that my family is putting together?”

“Pay for the outfits and you’ve got ‘em, Sweetheart.”

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The Kame Game Shop was always slow at 2 in the afternoon. Jaden liked it that was. It gave him time to work on his secret job. Only three people on the planet know that Haou, the author of the hit series Gates of Eterniea, was a trans man living in Japan. He loved taking people to new world with amazing adventures. He also liked his privacy. Honestly, Jaden probably needed his job at Kame more for his mental heath more then anything.

It keeps him from going into that place he can’t go. where bad things lurk. Wher-

*DING*

“Yug’ why didn’t ya tell me sooner”, shouted the blond that just came in. The blond was none other than Yugi’s best friend from high school, Katsuya Jonouchi, who goes by Jou.

“About…”

“da baby!”

“Well, that’s why I called you. And sent an email. And texted you.”

“… Ya know da Kaiba takes things when we’re testin’, buddy.”

“Really? Well, maybe Seto-kun should revise his policies then. I’ll talk about it with Mokuba when he comes to the next meeting.”

“… Sorry, I fucked up, Yug’”

“By the way, do you have a suit?”

“…why ’da ask about ‘dat?”

“Well, Mama, Ji-chan, and Atem’s parents want to have a wedding.”

“But ya already married ta ‘im!”

“Yeah, but they probably wanted to have a ‘proper’ ceremony. Plus, it could be a fun anniversary gift.”

“Tch, Rich Folks.”

“By the way, can you please tell Anzu, Hiroto, and the others about the Ceremony?”

Jou leaves, no doubt to tell Yugi’s other friends about the party that’s going to happen.

“Jaden?”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Let us tell the others about the ceremony, O.K.?”

“’Kay.”

Now then, how do the Band of the Pejuleum get through the Cave of Despair….

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At the second ever time that he came into the Domino City Gaming Club, he saw two people with spikey black hair that had a rim of red at the edges. Thou they had the same hair, they had vastly different styles, one in head to toe black clothes with a tattoo on his right arm, the other in a grey business suit. He was too far away to hear the words so he jogged over to the two.

“Hi there, I’m Tsukumo Yuma. I’m a new member of the Domino City Gaming Club. I hope we can be good friends,” Yuma exclaimed as he bowed to his seniors of the club.

The two turned and… whoa, they both looked so weird. The tattooed one had blond bangs that frames his purple eyes, who looked at him kindly. The other, who somehow had darker skin than Yuma’s own, looked so excited at him(?) with his red (?!?) eyes. The red-eye guy, who had blond streaks in his hair to go with his blond bangs, went into a speech that he said with such enthusiasm that it felt like he was trying to sell him on an epic game that he just played that he wanted to share with everyone.

“Welcome once again to the Domino City Gaming Club! I am the founder and fanatical backer of the club, Atem La Lune. The handsome man next to me in my Husband, Yugi. I’m sure you’ve met the secretary of the DCGC, a little nickname I gave our illustrious club, Isis Ishtar, as well as one of our greeters. The brunet giant setting up the duel disks is Seto Kaiba, and the child with the wild black mane is Mokuba. Mokuba is genderfluid, and they indicate what gender they are by wearing a bow in their hair if they wish to be referred to as female, and leaving their hair down if they want to be man at that time. If I’ve read the notes from last time correctly, you were already introduced to Mai, Jaden, Yusei, Jack, Carly, Malik, and Bakura. I apologize for anything that the latter two would have done t-“

“Oy, don’t try that shit with me, you short-ass brat. You were telling your blond Bunny that you got knocked up last time. The least you could due is not act like some fucking saint.”

Yuma saw the white-haired Bakura (he saw him fully when he knocked out the cardboard-thingy after Jaden say that Atem was going to be a papa) charge at Atem. Atem looked ready to fight the white-head when Yugi stopped it in its tracks before proclaimed the weirdest announcement.

“O.k. just want everyone here to know that Atem and I and having a Wedding ceremony, courtesy of the matriarch of the La Lune clan, and all DCGC members are invited and are allowed to bring a guest. This is a formal affair so Atem will pay for any clothes that you would need. I expect to see most of you there.”

“You’re already married,” Shouted Jake.

“Mother insisted on it as an anniversary gift. But if you don’t want to go…”

“Hell yeah I’m going!”

“Woo!”

Yuma stared on as each person there offered their congratulations, their condolences, and their RSVP.

“Things tend to hectic here,” Yuma turned to see another white-haired guy looking on, “But I think that it just gives this group a unique character, don’t you think so?” The snowy haired guy looked at him in fondness. “Bakura Ryou, my brother’s looking for the right personal name, so he’s been going by the familial name for now.”

Yuma smiled, “Yeah, I think it’s good.”

He just knows that this will be a good year.

#TransAtem AU #TurnTurnTurn #yugioh 5d's #yugioh gx #yugioh #ygo #yugioh zexal #fanfic #fanfiction #Talkin' about my dumb-ass Aus

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my-insanity-is-irrelevant · 7 years ago

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Bitch you thought And the odd one's too 😘

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

its important for me to be physically attracted to someone im with, but i by no means have a type or am shallow or picky, in the long run its the personality that means the most

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

absolutely!! I don’t regret a single one of my relationships, they have all given me tools to better the next

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

im dating someone but its still new

5. Are you in love?

possibly

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

Can i? yes. Will i? no.

8. Describe your crush

well, the guy im kinda dating is so so so sweet and soft. He’s got long brown hair, brown eyes, and a lot of body hair and he reminds me of a chocolate lab its so cute,

9. Describe your perfect mate

@/camdamage

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

no i think love is something we work for

11. Do you ever want to get married?

no, but i wants a wedding

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

depends on if the person deserves it

13. Do you get jealous easily?

absolutely, but i work hard to control it and deal with it in a healthy manner

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

several people

15. Do you have any piercings?

tongue, nose, and nipples

16. Do you have any tattoos?

four, one on each leg, one on my side, and one on my chest

17. Do you like kissing in public?

yes, but i try to be mindful

20. Do you shower every day?

no, try every two days or so

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

Yes, considering he cried and when i asked him what was wrong he said “you just make me really happy”

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

i hope so

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

yes, ive never cheated before and ive been in relationships that lasted years

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

yes and i am

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

yes, then they cheated on me :)

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

yes

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

yes

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

i want smaller tits

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

all the time lmao

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

yes, but its more like im in love with a friend who is amazing and who loves me back, just not in a romantic way, and im okay with that bc theyre an amazing friend

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

yes

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

yes

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

most of my partners are older than me

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

yep

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

nope

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

not really, but i fall in love with like everyone

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

not really

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

yes

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

yes

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

ive recently learned that its surprisingly long, but i think its just cause i usually wait for them to make the first move

43. How long was your longest relationship?

3 years

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

since high school ive dated 5 boys and 2 girls

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

none

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

20 ish times

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

im polya so id be excited

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

he does this thing where he kisses the palm of my hand? and its so oddly intimate and cute

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

hell no

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

yes, my neice

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

lots of people bc they gave up on me

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

not that i know of

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

my 3 year relationship? He had a small dick and didnt know how to use it,

56. State 8 facts about your body

1) im covered in freckles 2) the sofest patch of skin i have is just above my belly 3) im tickleish 4) i have a ton a stretchmarks 5) i have a ton of scars 6) i dont shave 7) my thighs are bigger than my waist 8) i love it

57. Things you want to say to an ex

i was too good for you anyway

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

in the next post!

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

im talking to a dude rn who is 8 years older than me

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

how loud they are

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

choke or hit me

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

doing anything sexual

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

eat pizza in a park and have car sex

68. What is your sexual orientation?

pansexual

69. What turns you off?

people ignoring my advice on how to please me

70. What turns you on?

forearms

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

i got fucked by a werewolf who called me “little girl”

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

i love degradation mixed with compliments like “you’re a fucking slut/youre doing so good”

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

pack me a bowl while you hold me and we watch cartoons

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

i love long hair on guys

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

bought me a brownies from dominos when i was craving something sweet

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

i drove three hours to see someone, brought them homemade tamales, gave them an early valentines present, and then sucked the soul out of their dick

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

as long as everyone is a consenting adult, i think theyre hot.

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

i dont keep secrets lol

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

last night, my guy sent me pictures of his dogs and im jealous that he can pet them and i cant

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

i told my sister yesterday

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

@mossassbitch

@camdamage

@daddys-chaton-noir

@tigresjumeaux

@lisathecreep

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

my kind of boyfriend Justin

83. Who was your first kiss with?

a boy i went to elementary school with

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

He just didnt like me and thought i wasnt worth his time

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

i have before, i would prefer not to bc its hard, but you cant help who you fall in love with

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hopelikethemoon · 5 years ago

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Freedom (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Freedom Rating: PG-13 Length: 3000 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. This is a Javier-less chapter, which is why I noted that this would be a very different type of update. This chapter is set in September of 1977, when Reader is 16. If you don’t know her backstory you can find info at the link above. If you want to know who I see as Mitch and Darla click on their names. Summary: Reader finally escapes her situation.

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“You’ll have your own room,” Mitch explained, glancing at you out of the corner of his eyes. “That’ll be nice, right?”

You nodded your head slowly, rubbing at your forehead as you watched the outskirts of the city bleed into the towering office buildings and quaint streets lined with brownstones and historic homes. You had never been out of your hometown and Philadelphia seemed like a daunting change of pace.

Your life up until this point had been confined to a perimeter that contained your house and school.

“And you’ll never have to live through another one of those floods.” Mitch rambled — he’d rambled a lot since he had picked you up nearly four hours ago. “That had to be scary.”

You shrugged, picking at the hem of your tee. “Not the worst thing to happen to me.” You admitted, glancing out the window again. “My mom acted like the world was going to end because she couldn’t get out of the house. Like goddamn mom, people are dead.”

Mitch cleared his throat, “I’m not looking to parent you, but you know Darla and I have a Tate—“

“Shit.” You laughed quietly, covering your mouth. “I’ll try to curb the cussing.”

“Thanks.” He nodded his head. “And you know Darla and I are here for you, if you ever need anything.”

“I’m not looking to be a burden, promise.” You told him, winding your finger through a lock of hair as you watched out the window. “You don’t even have to feed me.”

“I’m not going to let you go hungry.” Mitch gave you a look. “Come on now, kid.”

“I can cook!” You scrunched up your nose. “I just don’t want you or Darla to feel like I’m taking advantage of your hospitality.” The last thing you wanted was to become your mother. Leeching off other people.

“You’re my sister.”

“We share a father,” You pointed out. “Be glad you don’t share my mother.”

“Dad told me plenty of stories.” Mitch grimaced, “I don’t know how you made it out of there in one piece, kid.”

“I might have nine toes. I haven’t counted lately.” You snorted, “Think there’s a black market in toes for coke?”

“Jesus Christ.” He grimaced, before quickly changing the subject. “That’s the school you’ll be going to.”

You peered out the window at the school, “Better than Richland.”

“It’s where Darla went. It’s a great preparatory school for girls.”

“An all-girls school?” You groaned, crossing your arms across your chest.

“You're more likely to get a scholarship there.”

“Fine.” You couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that. You still had the two and a half years of school to finish before you could think about college — but a scholarship would help. “I don’t need any distractions anyways.”

Mitch gave you a curious look, “Kid, you’re allowed to be a teen, you know. Don’t hold back from living just because you’re staying with us.”

“It’s not that,” You chewed on the inside of your cheek. “I’ve never really been a kid or whatever. I don’t plan on regressing just because I don’t have to deal with the witch.”

“Dad always said you were wise beyond your years,” Mitch remarked, turning down Chestnut Street and parking the car in front of a gorgeous brick townhome.

“You live here?”

“Darla’s folks gifted it to her when they moved out west,” Mitch explained to you as he put the car in park.

“Oh so, rich-rich.” You gave him an amused look. “Looking at you, pitching out of your league.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Mitch rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car and shutting the car door behind him.

You climbed out of the car, moving around to the trunk as he unlocked it. “I really do appreciate this, Mitch. I’ll do whatever you guys need me to do. Vacuuming, dishes, I’ll even babysit — I can’t promise I’m good.”

“Kid, you’re family not the new nanny.”

“New?”

“We’re in-between currently.”

“Jesus.” You whistled. “Well, I promise not to bring the property value down. It’ll be like I’m not even there. Promise.”

Mitch shook his head, “I look forward to you warming up to us. This can be your home, kid. You don’t have to act like a visitor.”

You shrugged your shoulders as you slung your duffel bag over your shoulder. “I tried the ‘home’ thing, but dad’s dead... so.”

“I’m just saying, you can put down roots.” Mitch pulled the cardboard box out of the trunk, before he started up the stairs to the townhouse. Darla must’ve been waiting just behind the door, because she swung it open the second your feet hit the stop.

“Look at you!” Darla grinned broadly at you, “You’ve shot up like a weed since the wedding.”

“We saw each other at the funeral,” You reminded her with an awkward laugh, tucking your hair behind your ear as you warily looked around their house. “But thanks.”

Mitch was about thirteen years older than you. You had seen him only a handful of times over the course of your life. His mother, Patrice, had always been kind to you — your father and Patrice were the type of divorced parents you’d wished your own mother had been. They were still friends, up until his death.

Before the funeral, the last time you had seen Mitch was at his wedding. He’d wanted you to actually be part of the wedding, but someone had gone postal at the thought of someone else’s family liking you. You were also only ten — what could you do about anything?

“Tate, sweetheart, this is your aunt.” Darla crouched down beside the little boy. “Say hello.”

“Hello!”

“Hi, Tate.” You smiled at him. “And how old are you?”

“Almost six.” He beamed, “Do you like cars?”

You shrugged, “They get you from point a to point b.”

“He’s been collecting Hot Wheels.” Mitch explained to you, “I’m sure he’ll show you his collection.”

Tate nodded excitedly. “Do you wanna see them now?”

“Oh—“

Mitch ruffled Tate’s hair, “Actually buddy, I’m sure your aunt would love to see them, but we need to get her unpacked. Alright?”

You glanced at Mitch before looking back to Tate, “You can show me after dinner.”

“Why don’t you go play out back?” Darla suggested, sending Tate down the hallway. “He’s been so excited about having someone to play with.”

“I see.” You nodded, your eyes flickering around the entryway, back towards the living room area. It was different to see a house that was put together. They had nice pieces of furniture and none of them were broken or unusually stained.

Mitch cleared his throat, “If you want to, of course. Six-year-old boys can be quite rambunctious.”

You offered a strained smile, “I’m happy to help, like I said.”

“Do you need help with anything from the car?” Darla questioned, clasping her hands together. “That can’t be all you broug—“

Mitch made a gesture to silence her, which you caught out of the corner of your eyes and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is all I have,” You gestured between your duffel bag and the box he held. “I promised I wouldn’t take up too much room.”

“Speaking of your room,” Darla grinned at you. “I hope you don’t hate purple. I went a little overboard once Mitch brought up you moving in.”

She led you up a flight of stairs lined with family pictures, which led to a hallway of bedrooms.

“Ours is at the end of the hall, beside Tate’s. You’re over here.” Mitch explained, pushing open the doorway that led to a bedroom that was at least double what your room had been before.

“Wow.” You breathed out as you stepped inside, holding your duffel bag close to you as you looked around. “Guys, I told you I didn’t need much, this feels…”

“Homey?” Darla questioned. “That’s what I was going for.”

You put on a smile as you nodded your head. You knew you had to be grateful. Mitch didn’t have to give you a place to live. Sure, your dad had wanted it, but that didn’t mean he had to.

You were emancipated from your mother now, you could go anywhere — live…. anywhere. Realistically, you had three options; your mother’s, Mitch’s, or the street.

“Homey… is a great word.” You threw your duffle bag down on the foot of the bed, watching as Mitch sat the cardboard box with your few personal items down on the floor.

“You’ll be starting at Girls’ High next week.” Darla explained. “We can go shopping for your uniform this weekend. That’ll give you a few days to settle into your new life here.”

“Thank you,” You told her with a slightly more sincere smile. “Thank you both.”

Mitch scratched at the back of his neck, “Yeah, well, it’s what dad would’ve wanted.”

“I miss him.”

“Me too.” He nodded. “Alright, well we will give you a chance to settle in. Dinner is usually around six.”

Darla smiled at you, “No pressure. You can join us or I can bring a plate up. I know things have been a bit chaotic for you.”

You tucked your hair behind your ears and nodded, “You don’t have to make dinner for me. I would be happy with a cheese sandwich.”

She shook her head, “I won’t hear of that. I’ll bring it up to you. How’s that sound?”

“Good.” You kicked off your shoes and sank down on the side of your bed. It was a real bed. Matching sheets, a mattress topper, and nice metal headboard.

It looked new, which really was a novelty.

You waited until Mitch and Darla could be heard walking down the steps, before you sank back on the bed and finally relaxed.

You didn’t know how long it would take you to really be relaxed. Being on edge had kept you alive this long. But it was a feat not to give into the urge to grab the chair that sat at the vanity and wedge it under the doorknob.

You covered your face with your hands, letting out a heavy sigh as you let the reality of your new life settle in.

Next week would mark a new beginning. A new school, a new chance to be someone. You weren’t beholden to anyone but yourself now. If you failed, it was your own fault. You weren’t trapped under the shadow of your mother.

Though, the thought of having to wear a uniform until you graduated sounded like bullshit.

You pushed yourself back upright, looking around the room for the folder you’d spotted sitting on the vanity. You climbed off the bed to retrieve the fold. It was white and yellow, with the school seal set in the center. Darla had clearly gone to great lengths filling everything out for you — the forms were mostly filled in, save for your name and signature where it was necessary.

Apparently, you had just missed the father-daughter dance.

You closed the folder and sat it back on the vanity, before you retreated back to the bed to collect the cardboard box. You didn’t have much to unpack.

A framed picture of you and your father that had spent the better part of its existence hidden from your mother’s sight; the trophy you won freshman year for the science fair; three of your favorite books; and bedside alarm clock.

Aside from that, you had only taken the clothes you wore most often, not even bothering to worry about other seasons. You had enough money to buy new clothes in the winter.

And with uniforms for school — you didn’t have to worry about other classmates judging you for repeating outfits.

School was just a means to an end. Get good grades, get a scholarship, and do something worthwhile. Something that would actually help someone.

Your mother had screamed at you that you were worthless — that you would never amount to anything because you were ungrateful — more times than you cared to recall. You had to prove her wrong. One day, she’d see that her daughter had amounted to something. Not because of her, but in spite of her.

——

“How did you sleep last night?” Darla questioned as you joined her in the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen table across from Tate.

“The bed was super comfortable,” You offered, preferring not to tell her that you hadn’t slept at all. Though there were bags under your eyes that told a different story.

You had slept for an hour — maybe two. You couldn’t relax, despite how hard you had tried. You had gone to sleep on a comfortable bed, with clean sheets, and a full stomach, but sleep just didn’t come to you.

The only reason you slept at all was because you had gotten up and put the chair in front of the door. The house was quiet — there were no addicts down the hall getting high, no yelling, no chaos, but your mind told you there could be.

Darla sat a glass of juice down in front of you, “Do you drink coffee?”

“Yeah,” You nodded, taking a sip of the juice. “Cream and sugar if you don’t mind.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t mind at all. I know you think you’re a burden to us, but I’m happy to have you here. Really.”

“I don’t want to be a charity case.” You told her, taking another sip of your juice as Mitch walked down the stairs and joined all of you in the kitchen.

“Well, you’re not one. So don’t worry.”

“Hey, kid.” Mitch gave your shoulder a pat as he walked past the table. “Didn’t know if you’d come down.”

You shrugged, “The smell of coffee was too strong of a temptation.”

“Do you have plans for the day?” He questioned as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Tate rolled one of his model cars across the table to you and you turned it around and rolled it back.

“I thought I might check out a book shop we passed yesterday. What does a normal Monday look like for you?”

“I’ve got work,” Mitch explained before gesturing to Darla. “She’s got her committees.”

“Committees?”

“I’m on the board of the Philadelphia Museum of Art,” Darla offered. “And the Daughters of the American Revolution.”

“Don’t forget the Trocadero,” Mitch supplied, pressing a kiss to Darla’s cheek, before he circled back around to the table. “She’s very connected to the art scene here in the city. If you have any interest in the arts, I’m sure she can find you a job or an internship.”

“I don’t know what I want to do,” You admitted, playing with the end of your braid as you stared down at the glass of juice in front of you. “I never thought I’d get out of Johnstown.”

“Hopefully you can figure that out,” Darla said as she handed you your cup of coffee. “I didn’t know what I wanted to do,” She told you, “But I found a passion for art in high school.”

“Does it pay well?”

“Oh,” Darla exchanged a look with Mitch. “Technically I’m a volunteer.”

“Ah.” You frowned. Given the house you were eating breakfast in and what Mitch had said last night — Darla had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. “As nice as that sounds, I really need something somewhat lucrative.”

Mitch day down beside Tate, across from you, “You’ve got plenty of time to figure out what you want to be. Don’t grow up too fast.”

You smiled a little, “I’ll try not to.” You drummed your fingers against the side of your mug, “What do you do again, Mitch?”

“I’m a real estate broker.”

Your brows furrowed together, “I have no idea what that is.”

“I work for a real estate agency as a manager.” Mitch clarified, sipping at his coffee. “If you wanted to work in real estate, I could get you an internship.”

“I don’t know if I could sell houses,” You made a face. “I’m just going to focus on high school right now. Work on getting a scholarship.”

Tate rolled his car across the table again, “Do you like my car?”

You picked the car up and examined it, “I do. It’s very cool.” You rolled it back to him, glancing at Mitch. “I’m pretty self-sufficient. I'm sure I’ll figure out what my life’s calling is.”

“Philadelphia has so much going on. It’s very up-and-coming in areas.” Darla told you. “You could make a whole life for yourself here in the city.”

“Maybe.” You took a sip of coffee then. Now that you were free — there was a whole world of possibilities. You didn’t have to stay in Pennsylvania for the rest of your life.

You could go anywhere, be anything, make a name for yourself.

Mitch and his little family were great, but you didn’t feel any attachment to them. You didn’t feel any attachment to much of anything, frankly. Maybe you were broken. Maybe you’d been through so much shit with your mother, that you’d just shut down emotionally.

You knew what love was; you even knew what home and family was supposed to feel like, but you weren’t sure you had it in you to feel those things. It was like falling asleep on your hand — you could feel touch, but it didn’t feel real.

Maybe that’s what your mother felt. Maybe Rebecca was the way she was because there was a big black hole where her heart was supposed to be.

But you weren’t going to let yourself become her. Maybe one day you could feel something.

Wouldn’t that be something?

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Wednesday Roundup 15/6/2017

So this is a day late but in my defense I had a ridiculous amount of comics to get through with no one to blame but myself here. And you know what? I genuinely enjoyed almost everything. But does that mean every comic was good this week? And even so what did I think was the best?

Honestly I don’t know how to write these intros for people who wouldn’t be here to read my opinion anyway so let’s just jump into it.

Marvel’s All-New Wolverine, Marvel’s Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows, DC’s Detective Comics, DC’s Gotham Academy: Second Semester, DC’s Justice League of America, Image’s Motor Crush, DC’s Superwoman, IDW’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, DC’s Titans, IDW’s Transformers: Salvation, DC’s Wonder Woman

Marvel’s All-New Wolverine (2015-present) #21 Tom Taylor, Leonard Kirk, Cory Hamscher, Terry Pallot, Michael Garland

Okay I need this issue to reread a million times over because there are just so many things I love all at once. Like, oh my gosh. I was almost in tears multiple times because relationships! Healing! Supporting each other!

Wade and Gabby alone could just about make this issue perfect, but then you have Laura and Daken hugging and worried about each other, and Old Man Logan being likable for the first time in any of my readings of him. There’s so much I enjoy, though I find the cover rather deceiving. This is much more of a Howlett family reunion than anything else, though I did enjoy Riri’s parts in it.

I just eriously adore these characters and it meant a lot to see them all come together like they have here and that cliffhanger HURT so much more for it.

I will nitpick the art a bit because we’ve been doing so good about keeping Laura in the Wolverine costume which is much preferred to her X-23 wardrobes, for sure, but this issue it pretty much looked exactly like one of her old costumes without the midriffs and it was kinda weird. I know she took off a lot of her armor for skin contact but it’s... idk. It was weird.

The main thing I’m happy about though is that as we go on, I realize that literally all of the Marvel books I’ve kept are going out of their way to not involve themselves in Secret Wars and it’s kind of beautiful. Laura and Gabby are stuck on an island that’s quarantined (and I can pretend Wade’s there with them instead of whatever’s going on since I dropped Deadpool for the summer crossovers, thanks Tom Taylor!), Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur are literally off world, and the rest are non-616. So yay me!

Marvel’s Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows (2016-present) #8 Gerry Conway, Ryan Stegman, Jesus Aburtov

For those who don’t know, Mary Jane Watson is genuinely one of my favorite Marvel characters and is easily one of the reasons I ever stuck with the Spider-Man comics for as long as I did was because of my interest in her and wanting to see her and Peter.

I can also thank her for my genuine attraction to redheads probably.

But one of the main reasons that I’ve loved this book so much is because, as written by Gerry Conway, this is the Peter and MJ of my dreams. I love them so much, and the complications that comes from their relationship and from growing older, raising a daughter, and MJ’s desire to continuously be the glue to keep both Peter and Annie together logically causes her to seek out a way to continue being Spinerette without syphoning off Peter’s powers.

It’s almost like growing old, having a stable relationship, trying to keep things fresh while raising a kid, are all dramatic and worthy of good storytelling in their own right or something HMM.

Anyway, yes it’s completely on the nose where this is going and it’s a little curious how MJ’s not immediately aware of the connection between what’s going on with her right now and the horrible, arguably traumatizing experience she and Peter had, but who knows what’s canon anymore lol

Basically, I sideye a bit from a story point of view, but this series continues to make up for it with the real thing that matters to me: these characters and their development.

DC’s Detective Comics (2016-present) #958 James Tynion IV, Aluaro Martinez, Raul Fernandez, Brad Anderson

Honestly I really love the slower issues where Tynion takes more time to make moments for the relationships between the characters and give us interractions we didn’t know we wanted -- Kate going with Luke and Jean Paul to a basketball game, Cass and Clayface being adorable by reciting a play, Bruce at a poker game with a bunch of assholes in homage to Almost Got ‘im!? It was a lot of fun honestly.

...

Okay I take issue with Cass’ dialogue. I know she was repeating lines from a tape and such but it’s weird to see her make so much progress when just two issues ago she was almost monosyllabic. Like... I want to see Cass gradually learning, I want to feel her frustration with hitting walls, I want to see her struggle and achieve despite the struggle because that gradual progression was honestly something we weren’t delivered in the former canon. We have a great opportunity for it here.

But y’know. I’m particular with Cass and it’s hard to say where her baseline for reading and speech even is in this canon because her dyslexia may be in tact but her circumstances growing up are completely different. So I don’t know.

Now. I’m a sucker for Bruce and Zatanna team-ups because I’m a schmuck but I’m really excited for next issue. Had a lot of fun with this one. This feels like a decent pace for Tynion -- at least in my opinion.

DC’s Gotham Academy: Second Semester (2016-2017) #10 Brenden Fletcher, Becky Cloonan, Karl Kerschl, Adam Archer, Massyk, Sandra Hope

This comic is speeding toward an end and I’m not sure if I’m ready!

From the beginning, for me at least, the selling point for Gotham Academy has been just how much these kids felt like real teenagers and real friends with all their various relationships and connections, platonic or romantic or something in between. And it’s powerful to see that coming to play as an advantage to completing Olive’s arc, but also as a disadvantage since the consequences of many of her actions hurt that much more.

I’ll save a lot of my thoughts for a complete wrap up of the series but overall, very happy and very grateful for the continuously good read that is GA

DC’s Justice League of America (2016-present) Volume 1: Road to Rebirth Steve Orlando, Jody Houser, Ivan Reis, Andy MacDonald, Stephen Byrne, Jamal Campbell, Mirk Andolfo

WE GOTTA GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER. WE’RE ON A MISSION FROM GAD.

In all seriousness, I’m a huge fan of Vixen and Ryan Choi as well as a big fan of Justice League International, as it was in its 80s glory. So my interests with this particular lineup were piqued from the beginning and I made myself wait for the first volume to dive in.

For the most part, this is a team gathering exercise. Characters that have lacked the spotlight in the last few years -- Vixen, Ray, Killer Frost, and the Atom -- were given whole issues to reintroduce them to this continuity. And honestly those issues were great. I really, really love the updated origins for them and feel that they’re a good blend of honoring the past of the characters as well as adapting them for a new world.

Lobo, Batman, and Black Canary took back seat, but considering that there were already tensions showing within the group, I think it’s safe to assume that giving the spotlight to the rest of the team won’t always last this long. Things are nothing if not explosive among these members.

I really did mean it when I said this is a team gathering exercise, because there’s no first case to unite everyone. There’s not any real antagonists or team-ups we see to speakof. It was just getting hte jLA together.

And for me it’s enough to get me intrigued, though I’d completely understand if people told me it was far from enough for them.

Now they just need to add Big Barda, Booster Gold, and Ted Kord and I’ll be satisfied.

Image’s Motor Crush (2016-present) Vol. 1 Brenden Fletcher, Cameron Stewart, Babs Tarr

I was not the biggest fan of this team’s Batgirl team though I appreciated the aesthetics and what not. There just never seemed to be a storyline that really interested me and I couldn’t be sold on the characterization for Barbara. So I kept hearing about Motor Crush for the last year and was really itnerested in it so I wanted until this volume came out and.

Well, quite simply, I’m in love.

Tell you what, those biker gangs that kept coming up really confusingly out of place in Batgirl make a hell of a lot more sense now that I can see this team’s actual passion project.

So I love Motor Crush a lot, I’m really invested in Domino, the mystery that is her origins and the powers of Crush itself. I love her relationship with her ex, Lola, I love her father -- I love just about everything and the cliffhanger really surprised me.

I will say that while I love having a world that speaks for itself rather than constant narration, it’s a little hard to follow this world entirely, I’d like a bit more explained than what has been, but at the end of the day I’m very excited to see more.

DC’s Superwoman (2016-present) #11 K. Perkins, José Luís, Ray McCarthy, HI-FI

You know, I have made it clear that I’ve been worried about this title for a while now, really just hoping it was going to find its direction and wow us with the great potential that is the Super Family outside of the main Kent triad. And I feel like that’s for good reason -- the end of Jimenez’s run let a lot of people feeling justifiably scorned, there was a mishandling of a lot of heavy and important subjects that were raised, and at least the initial stuff with Perkins taking over kind of left one wondering if they had a fully formed direction to go toward next.

But I am really glad that I stuck it out for this long because the family of John, Lana, Nat, and everyone else is so important and so fundamentally different from the dynamics found elsewhere in the new familial renaissance of the DCU that I needed it. And I hope it continues to emphasize these relationships and how important they are to each other.

I’m still unhappy with how anxiety and mental illness is being handled in the title and find it lacking since it was brought up to begin with and now being ignored. That subject alone is making me rethink my disinterest in Green Lantern books as a whole because I have loved and felt inspired so far by what I’ve seen of Jessica Cruz and their handling of anxiety, and it’s why I picked up Silk at the high recommendations of a close friend.

So I’d like for mental illness to be treated better in this title -- the least it can do after bringing it up and treating it the way it did at the end of Jimenez’s run, but there’s so much value in the non-nuclear family dynamic of the Irons household and of the uniqueness of Lana’s powers and her approach to fighting crime that it’s worth it. For me anyway.

IDW’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2011-present) #70 Kevin Eastman, Tom Waltz, Mateus Santolouco, Ronda Pattison

I knew the end of this storyline was going to be, at the very least, explosive but wow, WOW I had no idea how many twists and turns it was going to take in that time. That was a phenomenal ending to the Mutanimals storyline for the time being, and I just feel so bad for Slash, down to my core. I’m so worried about him, and whenever he will be allowed to recover.

At least I hope he’ll recover.

This series is seventy issues strong and i’m just so blown away by the way they still manage to keep me on the edge of my feet while so many different storylines and character developments are happening at the same time.

I mean, I even feel for Old Hobb here!

I do suppose a complaint I could hold here is that the titular turtles themselves have ultimately not been very front and center throughout this storyline, and that really showed in the conclusion, where for the most part they were lost to the colorfulness of the huge, colorful supporting cast that has been developed over the years.

For me, personally, I think that’s honestly okay. We can’t have the same story over and over again with only the main four characters driving the narrative, and it’s been a long standing tradition in TMNT for a good 30 years now to sort of embody the concept that our main guys don’t really look for situations to get involved with but sort of fall into them naturally.

Not to mention it’s probably a strength that 70 issues in, we haven’t once repeated plots or stories or put any of the characters on a loop of development to end up right back where they started. I don’t think the achievement of that can be understated, especially as we near that landmark #75!

DC’s Titans (2016-present) #12 Dan Abnett, Kenneth Rocafort, Dan Brown

Bleh. BLEH. I was holding out judgment on the twist of Wally and Donna and Roy ending up in some kind of love triangle because I wanted the context but honestly the context is kinda... bleh. It would be awesome if we lived in some world and time where Donna’s origins were not constantly retconned and thus the source of her characterization in every run of every thing she showed up in. Which is by no means a new problem but still.

And my opinion is... Wally and Donna are both going through a hard time and Wally is having to accept that his life is fundamentally different from the previous world he knew, that he can’t just badger people into returning things to the way they were -- especially Linda, who he loves but it’s a very one-sided relationship as a result of the parallel universe paradox and stuff. It makes sense to me that in a ploy to gain some sense of control over that, he and Donna both would try to take fate in an unexpected direction, into their own hands.

But making it a love triangle with Roy just kinda keeps my eyes firmly rolled into the back of my skull.

I overall like Lilith, Dick, Garth, and Karen’s development and characterization in this issue. I think they’re taking Lilith in interesting directions and I’m really curious about what her omen means for the future, since apparently there’s a traitor among them. And they set up plenty of reasons for various members to be that traitor in this issue but I can’t help but assume already that it’s going to end up being a twist. Good twist or not remains to be seen.

IDW’s Transformers: Salvation (2017) John Barber, Livid Ramondelli

I’m going to be completely “original” here and say that I’m not a fan of Ramondelli’s at for the various Transformers comics. i know! I know. Shocking, never said before, completely going against the general fandom consensus. I’m such a brave soul. I know.

Okay, joking aside though... I didn’t think the art was bad in this one-shot. Actually! I’d argue a lot of it was even good. He may not be my favorite artist and I’ll think that his colo gradients are butt ugly most of the time, but there was better handled action sequences than usual, the characters looked like they had weight, and we even got a range of expressiveness in the characters that is... well, frankly, not usual for Ramondelli.

So other than that shocking revelation, I thought Barber performed good once more on tying the TF universe together again, answering some prior plot points and nicely knotting off loose ends. Trypticon being a Titan is not the biggest revelation in the world, but the development of Sandstorm and the Dinobots was great, and I loved just how devious Starscream truly is under Barber’s pen even though I’ve fully been enjoying the characterization for him in Till All Are One.

But the most important thing of all: SPARKLINGS. SPARKLINGS. All I’ve wanted for years is baby transformers so I am HAPPY BEYOND BELIEF. THEY’RE NO LONGER A DYING SPECIES AND THESE PRECIOUS BABIES COULD BE BORN WITHOUT EVER KNOWING THE CIVIL WAR AHHHHHHHH

DC’s Wonder Woman (2016-present) #24 Greg Rucka, Bilquis Evely, Romulo Fajardo Jr.

WOW! I mean, just wow! What a resolution to everything. I have so many emotions for Diana, for Barbara Ann, for even Veronica Cale of all people. Etta and Steve were great, the art was amazing.

It’s just such a relief and such... honestly just an amazing feat that Greg Rucka is beginning to wrap up this just phenomenal run of Wonder Woman

I really enjoyed how everything turned out and it was so remarkable to see Diana’s resolution to save Veronica but also to not turn her back on her friends and loved ones as well as the torment it is for Barbara to not be able to get into Themyscira after all her life’s work.

And I liked Diana’s assessment of Veronica at the end, it was true and also blunt to the point of cruelty. But fitting also.

It’s amazing what a turn around I’ve personally felt when it comes to Veronica’s character because in all honesty I was not a fan of her most of the time in the preboot, but Rucka really has fleshed her out and done something unique with her perspective now. There is tragedy but there’s also less deniability for her fault in all of it.

I’m sad to be coming toward Rucka’s end on the run, but I’m also so happy to see the love and passion he’s put into everything culminating to what it is now.

This is a genuinely hard choice but I think if I go by what tugged on my heartstrings the most, what gave me the most joy overall and just feelings unrelenting from start to finish, I would have to say that my pick of the week is All-New Wolverine. I adore this series and I couldn’t be happier with this issue and how they’re keeping my precious Marvel girls faaaaaar away from Secret Empire. A close second would be Wonder Woman but really I would happily recommend my entire pull this week. It was a geat week for comics.

But that’s just my opinion! I’d love to know your thoughts. Agree? Disagree? Think I missed something I should’ve picked up this week? I’d love to hear from you!

#Rena Roundups #SPOILERS #Wednesday Spoilers #All New Wolverine (2015 )#Amazing Spiderman: Renew Your Vows (2016 )#Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2011 )#Detective Comics (2016 )#Gotham Academy: Second Semester #Justice League of America (2016 )#Superwoman (2016 )#Titans (2016 )#Wonder Woman (2016 )#Motor Crush #Transformers: Salvation

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all the questions! 💕

i love u my beautiful angel

1: What are you wearing?

black shirt black jjoggers my new opal necklace that i keep talking about because im so excited 2: Ever been in love?

just the one time3: Ever had a terrible breakup?

i thought it was terrible at the time but truly it was one of the best things to ever happen to me4: How tall are you?

5 foot 45: How much do you weigh?

it fluctuates between 110-120 i think im probably right in the middle of the two these days6: Any tattoos do you want?

yes somany of course and i have one that i might get in the next few days its very pretty but tbh my ideas have been stolen before so ......ive already said too much7: Any piercings that you want?

every once ina while i get really excited for certain piercings but it always dies out relatively quickly so im gonna have to say no8: OTP?

me and emilio, pete and erin on the office, my old friend brennas mom and stepdad9: Favorite Show?

30 rock or the office or workaholics10: Favorite bands?

twin peaks, the beatles11: Something you miss?

sunshine! fuck! where is my guy The Sun12: Favorite song?

currently it might be baby its you by the shirelles or maybe the cover by thebeatles theyre both on my january playlist. also come and get your love by redbone. also 100% by sonic youth and a live acoustic version of wasted and ready by ben kweller are my all time favorites13: How old are you?

19 and my birthday is in march which is so soon and im excited14: Zodiac sign?

aries 15: Hair Color?

dark brown and as of late the ends are blonde and caramel16: Favorite Quote?

i cant complain but sometimes i still do - joe walsh (its been stuck inmy head for like twelve yearsi dont have a better answer)17: Favorite singer?

hmm.......hard to say....clay frankel 18: Favorite color?

green19: Loud music or soft?

loud20: Where do you go when you're sad?

st joe michigan my second home. i like to go to all my secret spots and reminisce. i like driving north thru buchanan on sunny days and looking at all the cottages in wine country21: How long does it take you to shower?

10-15 mins22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

0 mins all i do is roll out of bed and put clothes on 23: Ever been in a physical fight?

yes and really this is a good time to remind all that i will fuck you up.24: Turn on?

no lie when i see emilio genuinely happy like big smiles and giggles it always gets me25: Turn off?

hmm..not that this is relevant now but seriously the most disgusting thing a boy can do is come into your job or something and hit on you. it use to only happen at like the gas station or something like that but now that i spend so much time alone in the store it happens so much more often. honestly even when i have coworkers around guys still do that shit, fuck that!26: The reason I joined Tumblr?

i had a tumblr in like 2009-2010 but i cant remember why. but i deleted that in 2011 and made a new one a year later and no lie the reason i rejoined was because i saw a gif and i was like damn thats dope, where else can you see gifs except tumblr, now all websites have gifs and im fucking trapped27: Fears?

i dont have any. i use to be scared of puppets and the dark but now i just dont care!28: Last thing that made you cry?

straight up the last time i cried was when i was reading some comments on a youtube video of bob segers “still the same”. this guy was commenting on it about how the song reminds him of his late best friend and he said he missed him everyday and i fucking lost it for this old man and his friend. i cried about that comment a few days after the fact jus thinking about it. im not embarrassed. i love love.29: Last time you cried?

that was probably all about a week ago or something30: Meaning behind your url

i was talking with someone years ago who i was friends w on here and we were talking about our dream homes and i said i wanted a room for eveyr animal and species and one would be filled with beetles called bug club and now ehre i am31: Last book you read?

probably the great gatsby years ago. i wish i had motivation to read32: Last song you listened to?

come and get your love! 33: Last show you watched?

im watching the office as we speak34: Last person you talked to?

emilio irl, hailey via text35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?

i love that bitch she comes to my work with gifts sometimes. for any of you who follow my ig, those little potted plants im growing were gifts from her 36: Favorite food?

beef jerky damnnear37: Place you want to visit?

ireland so bad as of late. the UP as of forever. oregon. i really am hoping we can take a trip to go visit connor in colorado sometime and id really love to go to germany38: Last place you were?

dominos pizza39: Do you have a crush?

yes.....40: Last time you kissed someone?

a lil bit ago41: Last time you were insulted and what was it?

hmm... i think it was probably someone trying to tell ME that MY BOYFRIEND is shitty, but does it count if i didnt actually care? i think the last thing i actually got heated about was my creepy coworker trying to fry me for being addicted to my phone because i used my phone in front of him42: What color underwear are you wearing?

nudish pink43: What color shirt are you wearing?

black44: What color bottoms are you wearing?

black45: Wearing any bracelets?

no46: Last sport you played?

last february or march or something me and some of my st joe friends played catch in the dark for a little bit....thats as close as it gets besides going back to middle school47: Last song you sang?

probably never be like you tbh i cant stop listening to that song, first time i ever heard this song adam was playing it and i remember asking tony what it was and if i remember right he did not like the song and so he fried me 48: Last prank call you remember doing?

the only one i can remember is one time in seventh or eighth grade my friend brooke invited me to her birthday party and like we had hung out before a lot she was one of my best friends but she was always really quiet and shy but we calld this boy that our friend heather liked and she straight up impersonated alvin from alvin and the chipmunks better than anyone besides alvin ever could and it was so shocking and so fucking funny at the time49: Last time you hung out with anyone?

me and mikaila went on a few drives earlier in the week 50: Favorite movie

i dont even know anymore. damn near waynes world or some shit. my life is in shambles.

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