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thoughtfulpaperback · 5 years ago

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Charmed 02x08 Review SPOILERS!!!!

Sorry this took so long y'all. Family stuff just blew up in my face this month has been just terrible it's been terrible since the end of november to be honest, so I just wasnt in the mood to review. But I shall starts. In general i liked the episode 8/10 for me. I like the pacing, the general plot advancing. I liked it, but I have some complaints though. So let's just get those out of the way. So I'll do pros and cons by subject since there were things I both disliked and liked about each thing.

1. Hacy

Let's just get this big guy out of the way. So abby and Harry kiss was a big no for me, although it was hot for sure.

Now there has been a lot of back and forth about this so I actually wanted to compare to the things that bugged me about Macyx galvin and where I thought one does better than the other.

Communication

So like Harry and Macy do not communicate well with each other right now. I feel that thier communication issues though are better (or at least make more sense to me) than Macy x Galvin.

Macy while communicating with Galvin, as far as arranging things, was bad, but with her kiss on halloween she did make her interest in Galvin known. They both had an understanding that they were interested. So I thought the whole Summer ordeal was worse in that sense because, while the follow through was poorly done, Macy's interest was stated.

With Harry and Macy, it appears that neither of them have stated any interest to one another (neither has told the other thier feelings) and neither is aware. So harry kissing some one else isnt as bad to me as the Galvin x Summer situation because of that (speaking about this area soley).

The passive aggressiveness of Harry and Galvin in certain situation isnt comparable because Harry is doing it more.I felt Harry's reactions are more justified (we will get to the hypocritical portion later) in that he is going through the wringer, is hurting and confused, and self-deprecating and many of us agreed that the thought of Macy preferring Jimmy would be bad and hurtful to Harry and logically make no sense. But harry has more scenes than Galvin did in season one so he feel more passive aggressive than Galvin, but I attribute that to screen time and proximity to the Macy (he always there so more time and chances to interact). But also, for me, Galvin wasnt as passive agressive and his sometimes aggressive or snideness wasnt because of Macy. Outside stuff (problems with summer) would make him snap or his trauma also caused him to snap so the situations are comparable there but, again Harry has more screen time so his snapping feels worse to me because it happens multiple time in one episode versus one or twice in a whole season. Since the situation ( and right now I am speaking soley on the summer x Galvin situation) was different. I am up in the air I as to which was "worse" i think both situations are sucky and i think i am more bothered by Galvin x Summer because again Macy had actually expressed her interest (communication wise) but the hacy situation feels more full of that passive aggressiveness and that will turn it into something I really cant get behind. Right now I feel Harry is in a bad place and probably shouldnt be with anyone until he get himself settled personally.

Love triangle/square or whatever

So like with summer x Galvin it wasnt really a love triangle I mean kind of but not really. Galvin didnt pursue Macy while with summer and was generally nice during that time. Summer wasnt necessarily the jealous girlfriend stereotype she was nice, but did call out suspect behavior.

The abby xharryx Macy x jimmy thing is like aweful. It is the love triangle that I hate most at least where the abbyxharryxmacy part is concerned.

I mentioned it before but I hate when one or two people use another person as a means of getting release/relief when they are actually interested in someone else. I think it is cruel to both the used character and the main LI. Worse when both are using others because twice the cruelty. IDK what was going on in Harry's head. But I have never like that type of love triangle, and worse so because it is possibly the other type of triangle I hate which is (usually guy) caught between two ladies and one is clearly the villian (I thank novelas for this gem *sarcasm*) and it is mostly a lust thing.

Especially given that James Westwell was a serial cheater, apparently, this idea of "I love one person but am in lust with the other despite thier character" is like the worst to me. Abby is straight up an ambitious murder, and like I guess that maybe Harry's default type because Charity had similar qualities, but again for a guy who supposedly has strong feelings for Macy and was so confused and hurt by her attraction to Jimmy (which apparently wasnt attraction at all) the ease of him doing the very thing he was mad about , and the ease of being able to push aside his feeling for Macy and give in to that abby kiss was gross.

Sorry but although they werent together, for me, guys who can do that easily should be on our cheater radar. Knowing that James was a serial cheater just makes it worse imo.

While the summer x Galvin situation felt worse on the communication front (expressed feelings) it was better done than here because there is a lot more grossness in the dynamics of the love shape thing right now.

Overall, I get Harry isnt in a place to be with anyone and it's all confusing and he is lashing out. He has not told Macy his interest and neither has she so he shouldnt be held to the boyfriend standards. But still the writers are toeing the line here. What happens next will actually help me define whether this turns into a Galvin situation where I end up not liking the two characters together. If Harry tries to continue the passive aggressiveness about Macy and Jimmy. I'll be done. I mean if he does have feelings for abby and trying to move on, but still tries to pull that with Macy it will just be straight up manipulative. Right now I am like okay he was lashing out and I get it and the abby kiss is probably a big mistake. He can continue the mistake path if the writers wasnt to go there, but if he doesnt recognize that he did something hypocritical and still comes for Macy about Jimmy it will be very very wrong.

I think they for sure need to clear the air but if the writers wait to long or do too much damage I wont be satisfied with the clearing of the air.

I am not necessarily mad right now over the abbyx Harry thing because I am waiting to see how they will handle and present it, but I mean it is on that line and writers need to watch out. I dont think Harry was trying to be manipulative and the lashing out happened before abby kiss. As long as the lashing out (at Macy) doesnt continue I will watch and support the development and exploration of thier relationship and dynamic with the others.

2. Maggie

So like Maggie shows her naivety here and I am not that mad. Like she isn't pulling a "I am so in love and blind to the world" thing she makes her decision based on what she thinks will do the most good for the most people. It is still naive, but she is still maturing and you can see that. Her wanting her sisters to trust her judgment and not feel like they have to baby her is reasonable although again those insecurities clouded the main issues here. She is growing and I shall see how she continues to mature.

3. Mel

I think they tried to fit some personal development for mel here and it both worked and didnt work. I thought it wasnt done badly but at some points I was like....okay could this have been saved for another episode or done beforehand. I wanted to see it, just didn't think it felt in place, especially after leaving the wedding. She just had some development and then was like welp guess I am gonna stumble upon this amber. Like mel could have gotten her new powers before, I mean I felt they could have made the stumble upon the amber scene and new powers at any point before and it could have been more relevant and interesting placed somewhere else than this episode.

4. Abby/overlord/parker storyline

Abby was probably the best thing in this episode. I love her as a villian. I am here for it and I want it.

Parker got dark real quick and while I think he and Maggie shouldnt be together, I am glad he didnt die. Also glad abby clarified that his actions weren't caused by the apple. Because at least OG with Cole the tragedy (the first storyline) was that he made a choice to protect the person he loved but he ended up becoming the source and actually being taken over by the source so his actions were tinted by his OG love but corrupted by that force that possessed him. Where as abby tells him, that that jealousy and want for blood was all him. Maybe the apple and that power made him more likely to act on it than of he hadnt, but it wasnt the apples fault necessarily so. I am glad for the clarification, makes me not want Maggie and him together, but I like that exploration of power and choice. Even with Macy while the power amplified those insecurities she still was making choice which also made her choice to give up that power extra meaningful. Power is corrupting but you can still choose to fight that corruption or give in to it. I like that.

5. Jordan

I love this character to be honest. I am still figuring him out, but like dude is cursed and has been basically touched, punched, and robbed by these guys. He can't catch a break and like nobody even checks on him. Like he so far is a pretty decent although suspicious (like he doesnt trust others easily not like he himself is suspect) guy and I like him but he is getting some serious Darryl treatment right now. I dont like that, but I like him and want to see more of him. Plus, what the heck happened? Did they leave him passed out in the gym? Did they wipe his memory? What is going on?

Episode highlights

Jordan trying to defend maggie and get parker to leave

The power of Four looking fine as heck for a wedding

Mel as a fly talking to herself

Macy walking in on that kiss

#charmed remake #charmed reboot #charmed cw #the cw charmed #charmed #charmed 2018 #hacy #macy x harry #harry x macy #macy vaughn #harry greenwood #abigael caine #mel vera #maggie vera #jordan chase #paker caine

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mokonahapuuuuuu · 5 years ago

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I was grade 9.

Grade 8 was the year i moved to a new city and school.

It was so different from my hometown, where everyone was aggressive and in your face. The new city I live in now was passive, stoic. My claws were sharp as ever, so I was ready to take on anyone who bullied me.

Thanks to the Japanese anime and manga, I learned to be my own person. That the pain I went through did not define me, and regardless of the circumstances I had at the time, I could be my own person.

It helped me to accept I was different, but it wasn’t until 21 when I finally accepted that I had autism.

I knew a girl, let’s call her Samantha.

She seemed stylish and chic. A typical fashion girl who could be in the popular crowd, but during the time I knew her, she never was in the in crowd. She was apart of a group of girls, but they were neither desperate wannabes, nor the in clique.

I had her in my drama class in grade 9.

“I’m sixteen, it says so on my birth certificate.”

Over time, I heard rumours she may be mentally slow, which could be the reason why she was held back a couple of grades.

“Hey, Sam, who’s the President of Canada?”

I heard of one of the Beatles band member who was so sick, he was held back a couple of grades as well. Maybe that’s what happened to Sam as well, and she got really sick.

President and Prime Minister begin with the word P, so maybe it was a slip up, anyone could slip up now and then.

She was in a lower stream of math as well.

When it was grade 10, she started to get mean around me.

She’d drop hints that I was immature. That I was childish and didn’t act my age. I had no idea what made her suddenly go from a friendly acquaintance to being this mean to me. She called my grade 9 grad dress adorable. Then again, last year, she did gossip about me during that big fight after gym class.

The guy I liked dated my worst enemy, the queen b, and mother was becoming more distant.

Having autism, being childish and silly was apart of the criteria. Either that, or it was my Southeast Asian upbringing. I am Vietnamese-Mandarin Chinese, and with the ‘age equals wisdom’ thing, the elders get more respect. A 30 year old grown child would still have to obey his/her parents.

In fact in Japan, the legal age is 14. A grown Japanese woman could possibly sound like a child.

I had enough of what Sam was doing in grade 10 to me, so I blocked her and her posse on social media. Like, they tried to be helpful, but we either disagreed on how we approached things, like dating. Those girls didn’t really understood me.

I told a joke in class.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“I’m fifteen.”

They probably wouldn’t understand how much of an Asian tiger parent my mother was turning in to, or she banged her head on the wall for me to shut up. Or maybe she hurt herself, so that my father wouldn’t have to. (Not that he would, cus he knew in Canada, if he so much as laid a finger on her, he knew he’d be sent to jail. Domestic violence happened between on both sides of my grandparents. Not only did they beat their kids, but their wives as well.)

Over time, I saw Sam act more like a stereotypical Valley girl in those Hollywood high school chick flicks. She was being more mean to me. I don’t think it was the fact she was older than the rest of us in her grade, or if she actually was mentally slow.

Put her in a film like Mean Girls or Clueless (though Mean Girls and the 2000’s fashion would suit her), and she’d fit right in.

Yeah, she was shallow and stuck up at times, but I tried to be nice to her when I first met her.

I had enough of people walking over me after grade 11 was over. My mother, haters, the guy I liked who didn’t like be back.

I had enough.

I’m not your bitch, don’t hang your shit on me!!

One part of the ‘Human Nature - Madonna’ act was that I didn’t look at Sam’s clique throughout grade 12.

Ever.

So whenever I saw them in the halls, I turned my face away from them and looked to the floor.

Years passed by. I just finished college, and I was 23.

Should I write to the girls who did me wrong and explain to them why I was rude?

But they fit in so well. To have gal pals, to belong somewhere, to have a boyfriend.

To have a life!

They really did have it all in high school, didn’t they?

So I messaged Sam post college, explaining why I was rude.

“I was born different. Not only could I not understand how to properly be a human being, I got made fun of it for being different.”

Then she told me her story.

“My mother drank when she had me.”

Fetal Alcohol Syndrome.

Tears were in my eyes. All that time, she was born different as well, but she didn’t have a choice.

When she made fun of me for being childish, she also had fears that people were calling her immature for being held back a couple of grades.

I mean, well I was never a gossip, but when I vented to a former friend back then, whom Samantha was also mean to, I told him that she was a hypocrite for making me see that I interrupted people and couldn’t hold a conversation for the life of me.

We were on the same boat.

#fetal alcohol syndrome #autism #asian parents

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fragiledewdrop · 5 years ago

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High school Newspaper Shenanigans

I don't have a lot of good memories about high school, but today I found a dusty copy of what passed for a "newspaper" in my school and it brought me back to when I was 16.

The girl who had been running the school newspaper for as long as I could remember was graduating that year, so she had to prepare for the final exam and university and she did not have time to edit anymore. My friends B., C., and I, in what was probably a fit of madness, decided to try our hand at it. And so I found myself co-editor of a newspaper. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but it would be one hell of an adventure.

The paper was called "Up!", after the Disney movie, for...some very creative reason I cannot remember. The first thing we did was change the title to "Up patriots to arms!"

One of the first things we had to cover was a very important, popular, yearly student strike,which would have been fairly easy, if not for the freaking tension between the two student organizations in our city. The biggest one, the "Rete" , was basically left wing - although many people didn't know or care about their affiliations- and they constantly butted heads with the student block, a group of self proclaimed neofascists who dressed in all black, used smoke bombs during protests and were always surrounded by the police.

We decided it would be a grand idea to interview the respective leaders to get both opinions on the matter.

The president of the "Rete" came to meet us after school. The highlight of the interview was when he said that his was a "non political organization", at which point we looked at each other in disbelief and asked him:"Really?"

The answer was "Yeas, although of course many of us are registered in different parties along the whole spectrum, such as..." and he started listing all left wing parties in the country, from communists to centrists, because apparently that's what he meant by "variety". Anyway.

It was time to interview the leader of the Block. He told us to wait in a square until someone would come get us.

B. and I were getting very nervous.

A guy with a shaved head and a black leather jacket came towards us. "You the journalists? Follow me"

We followed him to the lair. I mean headquarters.

(By the way, we realized we knew this guy. He was a lamb. I had no clue what he was doing there.)

The headquarters' walls were legit covered in swastikas and pictures of Mussolini. Yikes.

The leader was also very nice. Didn't stop me wanting to throttle him when he said that poor Mussolini was just misunderstood.

I had to ACTUALLY stop B. from doing something rash. No picking fights with the fascist dudes in he fascists's lair, please.

They straight up told us, I shit you not, that they were a brotherhood and, as a very effective bonding experience, they put on music and danced in a circle while whipping each other with leather belts. I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP. Maybe they were, but it didn't seem so. That didn't make it into the article, but it's forever etched into my brain.

I was shaken, but the double interview turned out great. #journalism

A while later we were sitting at a school assembly in the local movie theater. Everybody was complaining about the fact that our gym's roof had collapsed the year before and nobody was doing anything about it. We were taking the bus every week to a public gym, but we had to pay for it and were Officially Not Happy About It.

It was then that B. went : "You know what would be great? If we could interview the mayor about this"

I lit up. "Oh my god! We could ask him so many things! And not just about our school, but about the Linguistic High school that had to be evacuated and about [all the other schools that were literally falling to pieces. You know, Italian things]"

But the consensus was that, while we could try, it would be almost impossible for us to get an interview. So we sighed and sat back.

C.cleared her throat. "Guys." "Yes?" "You know how the mayor is a lawyer?" ".... Yes?" "Well, my dad is a lawyer. He knows him."

We dragged her to the bathroom

"We are not leaving here until your dad gets us an appointment" (poor guy)

He did

For that same night. At the town hall. At 8 pm.

We cleared our afternoon to come up with pertinent questions and practice and freak out.

At 8 we were at the town hall.

There was a red banner on the balcony with a slogan on it, that would be there for months afterwards, because...

... that same night a group of workers had occupied the town hall to demand better pay and better working conditions

Good for them

Bad for us

We were about to leave, but they assured us the mayor would be with us shortly

We waited three whole hours

During which, obviously, an old council member came to talk to us about how, if we wanted to do some real journalism, we should investigate the presence of the Illuminati in our town

Not gonna lie, we were kinda interested at that point

Around 11, the mayor called us in

I am going to concede that he must have been tired

But he was still a slimy son of a bitch

Extremely condescending

When we brought up our problems, he told us our schools were the Province's responsibility

(the Province would of course later tell us we were the Mayor's responsibility)

It was a train wreck

But eye opening

The article we wrote was extremely passive aggressive

He told C.'s father that he really liked it

I don't know if he was impermeable to sarcasm or just a politician.

Fast forward a few months. While our math teacher was talking, a giant piece of plaster fell from the ceiling, missed her by millimeters and crashed on the floor. We went on, business as usual, but that was kinda scary. And it was not the first incident of that kind to happen in our school.

We decided to do a reportage

Armed with notebooks and a camera, we went from classroom to classroom, asking students and teachers about problems with the building.

It was like opening a can of worms.

We got everything from "Oh yes, don't you see those huge holes in the ceiling and in the floor?" to "Yes, every time it rains the classroom gets flooded" to "See this giant wooden piece of tent rod? It fell on my shoulder last week. We don’t even have tents!"

Everyone had something to complain about. The teachers. The janitors. It was scary, to be honest. Especially considering we were repeatedly told ours was the safest school structure in town (what with having been standing since the end of WWI and all)

One day, while we were trying to get on the roof to evaluate its conditions, the headmistress called us in her office.

She said that she had gotten wind of what we were doing (duh)

And she hoped that we wouldn't give a bad impression of her "to parents and important people"

Because after all her hands were tied

It was the responsibility of the Mayor and the Province

(Just who the fuck was responsible for us?)

She smiled sweetly, leaned in towards us and whispered "You'll be careful now, won't you?"

She looked at me and said my name

Hoping I'd be the responsible/most easily intimidated one

(I had beef with that woman, mmmkay? But that's a story for another day)

I smiled and I told her: "Of course. We are just taking pictures of what we see. We'll let the truth speak for itself"

We did

No commentary

Just very objective descriptions and pictures

We really felt like heroes of the free press and free speech, at the service of the people despite the threat of power. (Yes, it sounds dramatic. It's because we were teenagers)

And then there were the other, less momentous adventures:

That one time when, after days of editing, we had to fill a little blank space at the bottom of the last page and nothing fit. We were frantically searching through our notes, the articles other students had sent us, drawings, everything, and we were slowly losing hope, until B. unearthed one of my notebooks and said : "What is this? 'Requiem. In memoriam termosifoni malati, ego ista verba pronuntio..." I was horrified. "NO" I yelled. "That's just a joke. We are NOT publishing that. NO WAY!" It was really a silly thing, you see. There was a radiator in our classroom that didn't work very well. Sometimes it was scorching hot, sometimes (on the coldest days, obviously) it was icy. So my friend E. and I had decided that the radiator was "sick", and we wrote its last will, its epitaph, parodies of famous poems like "La fontana malata" (The sick fountain) by Palazzeschi or "All'amica risanata" (To the healed friend) by Foscolo (can't find translations, sorry). It was fun. B.had found my silly attempt to write a "Requiem" in...kinda dog Latin I guess? But the grammar was correct. In any case, IT WAS NOT MEANT TO SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY. But we were desperate, so I relented. On one condition: it had to be ANONYMOUS. And that was the best decision I ever made in my entire life, because when we distributed the newspaper I saw a bunch of Latin teachers analising the fucking thing in front of their classes. "Mmmmhhh I am not sure an accusative was the best choice here. I would have gone with a dative." Then write your own pastiche poem, Marta! One of them had even copied it on the blackboard and was trying to figure out the metric! That was the equivalent of a 3am shitpost, not fucking Catullus, people! I have never been so embarrassed in my life! At least my friends were having a field day with it. Oh, and my Latin and Greek teacher figured it out. She read it and told me : "This was you, wasn't it?" I wanted to disappear. But she said it was funny, and that was the end of it.

All the times we had to edit what other students gave us and it was WILD, you guys. The grammar alone...The choice of topics....We got quite a few articles about UFO sightings over our town, so that was a thing. (We got to see a lot of really interesting and creative stuff, though)

The times we absolutely lost our cool, because it was hard work, okay? "Federica, your Isabel Allende analysis is a bit too long. Maybe if we cut the Scheherazade comparison..." "YOU ARE NOT CUTTING THE SCHEHERAZADE COMPARISON, B." "But.." "That is the backbone of the whole thing. The structure would collapse without it." "It's only a metaphor!" "No! I won't sell myself and my principles for a chance to be published" "Guys! CALM DOWN! It's just...essentially a book report." "SHUT UP C."[........] "I think we need to eat something" "Yeah. Should I make pancakes? With chocolate chips or without, B.? "

The time we got stuck at school because it was snowing, and C. wrote a beautiful piece called "The agonizing mesmerism of snow", and our friend P.,who was a wizard with a pencil, made an earie and amazing drawing for it that almost made me cry. Coincidentally, it was the day pope Ratzinger resigned. We thought it was a joke while still at school, then later on agreed that it was the reason it had been snowing in the first place. None of us wanted to write about the pope, so we asked the guy who was always sending us articles about the occult and arcane symbols hidden in churches. It turned out great.

The time a bunch of our more "troublesome" classmates started making hilarious dirty jokes based on Catullus' double entendres and B. promised them we would publish them (anonymously) if they wrote them down. They did, and the result was a page titled "Surrealism" full of the dirtiest "poetic" stuff in existence that made everybody laugh themselves unconscious, with the exception of some teachers who somehow didn't get the jokes.

The time we interviewed our student representative (a classmate of ours), whom B. had always thought was too full of himself and needed to be brought down a notch. So we "accidentally" misspelled his name in the article. Nobody noticed except him. He was fuming and it was glorious (not my proudest moment, but what can you do)

The time another brilliant classmate wrote a piece called "The pathologic mysoginist" that absolutely enraged some of the guys in our school. I stan her to this day.

That time I wrote a long article for Woman's day about the abuse and mistreatment of women in our country and across the world. I thought it was nothing special, really, but then Maria the janitor (the sweetest lady in existence) stopped me in the corridor and teared up a bit and said that she hadn't known about a lot of the things I had discussed, but she thought it was important to talk about them and that she felt represented as a woman and that she wanted to bring the paper home to read it to her husband. It touched me so deeply I still get emotional when I think about it.

Anyway, all of this and more happened in one year. Then we, too, had to worry about university admissions and exams and we passed the burden on to "aliens and occult" guy (who was amazing too)

But I remember the passion we poured into it, the willingness to take risks, the feeling of defying authority for the "greater good". We were idealists, all of us, and so full of hope and a will to change things in every way we could. Maybe a high school newspaper means nothing in the great scheme of things, but it meant something to us. It made us brave when we didn't think we were. It made us defiant. I wonder if that part of me is still sleeping, somewhere deep inside.

#Memories #High school #Journalism #I guess #High school newspaper #Adolescence #Adventures #Funny #I am so full of feelings right now #We were crazy #About me #Long post

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therealchampagnemamii · 6 years ago

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None of you asked for these but I’m doing them anyway cause I have muse for it: CHW Edition

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together

"Okay, I have carrots and buttons and a scarf, are we ready for this?” Chase laughed softly as he watched Titus running circles around Odessa and little Theo in the snow, sure that it really couldn’t get more perfect than this. “I mean you two could play all day but I was promised a snowman and I demand it.” He laughed at Odessa’s response and scooped Theo up in his arms, tickling his stomach before they found a good spot to start building. He sang Christmas songs loudly with his wife as they started to roll up a snowball and he took Theo’s hands to show him. “Just like that, bud. Doesn’t have to be perfect, you just have to feel good about it.” When the snowman was finally done, Chase’s smile couldn’t have been more proud and he was quick in pulling out his phone, Theo in his arms as Oddie lifted Titus up in the other and they took a few group shots, Chase’s smile enough to rival the sun at the moment. “Perfect, he whispered before turning the phone to show Odessa. “Out little family,” he sang out before leaning in to kiss her slowly, a bit forgetful of their surroundings until he felt Theo throw some snow at his chest. “I guess that’s our queue, we finished the snowman now it’s time for a snowball fight!” @rihannasweeddealer

❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out

"Wow I really can’t leave at all, can I.” Brodie sighed to himself as he glanced around the window of Juno’s place. He had just dropped the girls off at her place only for the storm outside to worsen and prevent him from leaving. It wasn’t like he hated being there, it was more that he didn’t want to take away from Juno’s time with the girls and he also had a few meetings today that had been pretty important to him. But when the power went out and Rhiannon was running to hug him, he scooped her up immediately and looked at Juno. It only took him a second to start moving, rubbing Rhiannon’s back lightly as Juno told Marilyn where to find some flashlights and Willa to pull out the candles. Brodie was quick in pulling some blankets into the living room and wrapping Rhiannon up like a burrito if only to make her laugh. When she finally did, he had his hands free to make them a fire in the fireplace Juno said she rarely used. When they all finally settled down, Brodie took a breath, laughing softly as the three girls curled up under the blankets together, having already been half asleep in the car on the way over there. “Well..only one thing left to do,” he whispered and nudged Juno before going back into the kitchen to get them something to drink. Brodie had never considered himself good in an emergency but the past few hours had passed pretty calmly and he had found that everything came natural to him when he was around Juno. He trusted her more than anyone and they had always been a good team. He let out a soft sigh as they sat on the couch across from the girls, his smile growing by the second. “We really did that, didn’t we. Full offense..but we have the best kids in the world.” He glanced over at her and smiled sweetly, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. He was about to lean in to say something else when his phone rang, making him jump and drop her hand, his cheeks going red when he dropped his phone. “I uh..I should take this,” he mumbled, clearing his throat before he picked up his phone and got up to take the call in the next room, fully prepared to be passive aggressive to whoever was on the other end. @somidoumas

🍗 – our muses have to cook a holiday dinner together

"Now I know you’re not trying to tell me how to make these tamales. Just because my mother taught you a few times doesn’t mean you know what you’re doing.” Jose Luis smirked as he turned away from the stove and towards his girlfriend who has mostly been occupied with the decorations for the night. They had made a decision to host Christmas Eve in their new apartment and he was hoping to finally get some time to celebrate Josefina finally getting through the MCAT. If he was being the most honest with himself, he couldn’t remember a time when he was happier. Being with Josefina in a more serious way had opened up a whole new side to their relationship and as cheesy as it sounded, he really did fall more and more in love with her every day. Time after time just proved that they were meant to be and Jose Luis was counting his blessings that he had been honored enough to have her in his life for so long. He had always envied his sister’s relationship and how solid and unattainable it seemed. But being with Jo made him feel like he had found his own kind of perfect and he wouldn’t have changed a thing. “Come here, taste this.” He slid his arm around her waste and pulled her closer, spooning some of the sauce he had just made and held the spoon to her lips for her to taste. “Delicious, right? Your man is a genius in the kitchen, just saying.” He winked and dipped his head down to kiss her softly, his hand reaching down to squeeze her ass. “Real question, how much time do you think we have before they get here? Follow up question, do you think we have time for a quickie?” @dianeskeeton

🍷– our muses wake up hungover after a office party and don’t remember what happened

Rose’s head felt like it was about to bust open with how much her head was pounding, groaning as she turned over in her bed slowly. She had to stifle a laugh when she finally opened her eyes and was greeted by a pair of fake elf ears and a snoring Logan by her side. It took a moment for the night to come back to her, to remember how she and Logan had ended up in bed together for the fourth time in two weeks. They had both talked about not wanting to mess up their friendship or to risk Lavender finding out but once they had crossed that line, it was hard to go back now that she knew what it was like to be close to her. It was confusing to say the least since she had spent most of the past year in a relationship. Sure, Logan had always been in a constant in her life and while they weren’t as close as Logan was with her little sister, she had always felt like their connection was fairly special too. She took a moment just to look at her before leaning over to kiss her cheek and dragging her fingers up the younger girls back. “Good morning, elf,” she teased, careful not to raise her voice too high as she was sure it would throw both of them off. When Logan finally stirred she tipped the elf ears off of her head so she could see her better. “Just needed to make sure you were alive. I think we both need water. And probably a shower and food and..” she trailed off and laughed softly. “I just made myself tired speaking about all of that. We really went hard for the holidays, didn’t we?” Her smile never faded as Logan responded, her cheeks red when she finally stopped speaking and before she knew it she and Logan were tangled up together again and she let out a content sigh as she buried her face in her neck and kissed it softly. “You’ve 100% made the holidays more bearable in every sense. I think I may love Christmas now.”

✈️ – our muses go on a holiday vacation together

"You know, I just had a moment where I kind of missed my family but this view..my god.” Gabby let out a low whistle as she stood in the doorway that led to the beachside patio of their hotel room. Holidays were usually all about family time but Gabby had manage to convince Sloan that spending New Years Eve on vacation was a good idea and so far she hadn’t been wrong. They had both been working so hard lately but Sloan had worked on an Oscar nominated film this year and she wanted her to feel as celebrated as possible. “You know, one day we could totally live abroad. Somewhere tropical where you can be in your swim suit all the time.” She laughed softly and walked closer to her before sitting in her lap. She took Sloan’s glass of champagne and took a few sips. Part of her had wanted to party in the New Year but after months of busy schedules, she wanted nothing more than to just be in Sloan’s company, finding that uninterrupted time with her was the best gift she had gotten that Christmas. She could hear people counting down in the distance, a soft laugh escaping her lips as she cupped Sloan’s cheek and started to pull her closer. When she heard the countdown reach 1 and the fireworks go off in the distance, she leaned in and kissed her passionately, lingering for a moment before she pressed her forehead against, Sloan’s. “Feliz Año Nuevo, mi amor,” she whispered and kissed her again, before kissing her all over her face through her laughter. “I love you so much, you know that, right?” Her smile widened as Sloan responded and she set her glass aside, leaning in to kiss her again but showed no sign of stopping this time as she moved to lay her back on the couch.

🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap

When Tim had told her that the gym would be holding some kind of Christmas fundraiser for kids, Amber had no idea that her boyfriend would get rope into dressing up as santa. But sure enough, when she got there with a ton of donations, she found the long line of kids leading up to a dressed up Tim who definitely had to stuff his costume to be a bit more believable. She knew he hated being the center of attention but he was so good with kids it was hard not to be completely endeared as she watched him play the role perfectly. She did her best to stay in the background, helping the staff with food and presents and making sure the kids didn’t get too out of control. But as the day was winding down and the line got shorter, Amber eventually made her way to the front, a cheesy grin on her face as she caught his eye. “Have time for a few more gift wishes?” She laughed before easily falling into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he pulled his fake beard down so she could kiss him softly. “Is this the part where I say all I want for christmas is you? Because that’s 100% true but I also want a new blender for our apartment. I think that’s reasonable, right?”

💔 – our muses are both single on christmas

Since his divorce with Colette, Leo had done his best to keep a low profile, to just focus on work and pushing his career forward. He was doing his best to not push his friends away as he tried to process everything that had happened but as more months passed, the easier it got. It was why he had let Day and Ray convince him that their new Years Eve party was the perfect opportunity for him to catch up with everyone and to ease back into life with his friend group. But if Leo were to take a second to think about it, he was most nervous about seeing Hailey, realizing that this was the first time in a really long time where they both weren’t in a relationship and though he had tried to convince himself that nothing was there anymore, he knew that would change the moment he saw her. And of course, he wasn’t wrong.

“Oh shit,” he muttered to himself when he spotted her walk in, suddenly all too aware of how his tie looked and if his shoes had any scuff marks on them. Of course by the time he looked up she was closer to him already and he almost dropped his drink while trying to stand straighter, offering a sweet smile when heir eyes met. “Hey stranger, I was hoping you’d be here tonight,” he admitted, hesitating before he pulled her into a hug. He led his eyes close for a moment as he held her, noticing the way her hands rested so firmly on his back before they pulled away. “You look..amazing, Hails. I mean truly a sight for sore eyes.”

If he had it his way he would have spent the entire night catching up with her but of course Monty wanted group photos and then selfies and Day wanted a girls only photo so they were being shuffled in and out. Until the countdown started and Leo found himself searching the crowd for her, finding her just as the clock was about to strike twelve. He slid his arm around her waist and dipped her down, pressing his lips to hers as the crowd roared around them. But he didn’t hear much else than the sound of his heart beating in his ears, as he pulled her back up and pressed his forehead against hers. “Happy New Year, Hailey.” @ladyspug

🎄 – our muses decorate for christmas

"It’s still a bit crooked but do we really care? There’s no way we’re going to beat Rose and Logan or Amber and Tim when it comes to decorating. Plus we’re not hosting so I say, crooked decorations will rise!” Lavender laughed softly as she moved to stand next to Layla in front of their Christmas tree. It was the first Christmas they were celebrating in their apartment together and though the huge family party they were going to tonight was sure to fill up all their holiday cheer; there was something special about putting some decorations in their own place. “When our moms come over we can just turn the tree so it’s more aesthetically pleasing,” she joked and slid her arms around her girlfriend from behind and kissed her neck lightly. "I’m gonna start on those cakes I told your sister I’d make.” She pulled away from Layla and hummed along with the music playing from her computer, starting to dance around the kitchen. “Don’t make fun of me unless you’re gonna join,” she replied to Layla’s sarcastic remarks, going over to the laptop to put the volume up as she started dancing along even more, holding her hands out for Layla. “It’s just you and me, baby,” she reminded her, laughing softly when she finally stepped forward and she was able to kiss her a few times, her hands sliding into the back pockets of Layla’s jeans as she swayed in front of her. “Important question, how late are we allowed to be to this party because..” she trailed off and looked Layla over with a dreamy sigh. “I think there are a few other things I want to do before I bake.” @ladyspug

🍪 – our muses bake cookies together

“Look, I know me cooking..anything is ambitious but I have faith that with your supervision, following the instructions and the right soundtrack, we can accomplish anything.” Cass did her best to sound confident after having made a bet with Dove that she could actually cook something edible. She figured baking was easier than cooking and chocolate chip cookies couldn’t be so hard. She hooked up her phone to the speakers and started to dance around with Gen before focusing on the instructions. She had managed to get the cookies onto the baking sheet without the batter going everywhere and though it didn’t seem like quite the right color or texture they figured if they just slid it on in and let it cook then all would be right. “Okay, timer is set,” she said with a proud smile. She turned the volume up as they started to clean which only meant she missed the sound of the time when it went off. “Oh shit.” The alarm in the apartment went off and Cass let out a scream as she ran towards the oven and pulled it open, coughing as she grabbed the oven mitts and tried to fan away the smoke. “Shit, open the window!” She let out a groan as she finally took the pan out and looked over the burnt cookies. “I fucked that up real bad, didn’t I? Think if I just..buy some from the store and put it in tupperware she’ll know the difference?” @perfectlyfuckingcivils

🎁 – our muses exchange presents

"I uh, hate to be a nuisance, Fran, but you told me she’d be free an hour ago. I’ve been standing in her trailer for a good three hours. I almost ate all of her potato chips. Now? She’s on her way now? You promise? Thank youuu!” Percy took a deep breath and was quick in cleaning up the chips, getting on the floor for a quick moment to do some quick crunches before he heard the door to the trailer open and he jumped up, doing his best to flex as she walked in. They hadn’t seen each other in almost a month because of her shooting schedule and his traveling for the launch of his new line. But it was the holidays and if there was a time of year the Barnes-Finch’s valued it was that. Percy still considered them newlyweds even though they were nearing two years of being married and he was determined to keep his promise of keeping the spark alive. That and he’d take any excuse to show up in Sage’s trailed in a pair of red underwear, no shirt and a santa hat. “Surprise!” Percy yelled out when she walked in, laughing at her surprised face and pulling her close and kissing her hard the moment he was able to. “I figured I’d make a good gift this year,” he said softly as his hands fell to her waist, welcoming all the kisses she gave to his face and every other part of his torso. “Missed you too, beautiful.” His eyes were full of excitement as he looked her over and let out a laugh. “We’ll have plenty of time for gifts later, I promise I’m not your only gift but right now well right now I think that trailer couch really needs some breaking in, Mrs. Barnes-Finch.” @karlasouzawrites

🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols

“Don’t give me that look, it’s going to be fun.” It was no secret that the holidays put an extra pep in Nathan’s step whenever it came around. Sure his family wasn’t exactly the warm and loving ones you saw on TV and he had made his own family out of his friends, but he was a big believer that things just got better when there was snow on the ground and Christmas music playing everywhere. He had seen tons of Christmas movie and even made a list of things he wanted to do when the holidays rolled around each year. Last year the boys had let him experiment with all kinds of hot chocolate flavors and indulged him when he asked to for all of them to take the trip to chop down the tree. This year though, he wanted to cross something off the top of his list but he knew he’d never be able to do it alone. Which was why he was now standing in the living room in his fuzzy socks and Christmas sweater with a powerpoint showing on the TV. “So..in conclusion, we will all benefit from joining the carolers this year. Our harmonies will be angelic and imagine all the possible stories we’ll be able to tell one day. And we get to travel around town and free hot chocolate.” He looked at each other their faces and took a few steps forward. “Is that a yes? Please say yes.” He waited a moment longer, his shoulders starting to sag slightly before Chuck jumped up at the same time as Knox and he clapped his hands together. “Okay yes, amazing, wait til you see the outfits I picked out for all of us!” @pgwrites @rihannasweeddealer @perfectlyfuckingcivils

💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe

“You know, half of the time when I tell people to visit me they usually never do.” Fatima was sure she hadn’t stopped smiling since Daphne had landed in Logan Airport. It was surreal to have her there, to get the chance to show her what her actual life was like and as nervous as it made her, it felt natural to have her fit into this version of her life. “You..must really like me or something.” If Fatima was honest with herself, she had thought of Daphne quite a bit since leaving Rosewood and judging by their constant texting, the other girl had been thinking of her just as much. She handed Daphne a mug of hot chocolate as she joined her on the couch near the window, her apartment more decorated for the holidays than it usually was thanks to her little brothers visit earlier that week. “You know, I was actually wondering if I could give you one of your gifts early.” If Daphne looked close enough she could probably see the glint of excitement in Fatima’s eyes and the slight tint of red on her cheeks as she grabbed a box from the table next to the couch, sure it had been a while since she had done something so cheesy. “I figured we had to set things right for the sake of the holidays and since we both weren’t at that party..” she trailed off and took the top off the box to reveal the mistletoe she had bought, laughing softly as she looked at Daphne’s face to gauge her reaction. “I mean, not that I need mistletoe to have an excuse to kiss you, not that I can just like you kiss you whenever I want I mean that’s..presumptuous you know but I mean,” she stopped herself and cleared her throat, her cheeks going even redder once Daphne touched them. “I’m just..really happy you’re here,” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest as they both leaned forward and she was able to kiss Daphne in a way she had been dreaming of since her last kiss. “Damn.” she whispered as she pulled away, her eyes still closed. “I think I might really love Christmas after all.” @perfectlyfuckingcivils

⛸️ – our muses go ice skating

"Why does it surprise you so much that I can skate?” Simon smirked as he spun around slowly to face Hubert, sure his cheeks were just as red from the cold. “I mean I’m not pro but I know a thing or two. A buddy of mine back home, his dad used to work Security for Rockefeller Center, always let us sneak in. I was like a fucking swan out there,” he joked and moved to stand next to Hubert, if only to give him an excuse to take his arm. “But my favorite part about skating is the after part. You know, chillin, having some hot chocolate, getting all nice and warm.” He wiggled his eyebrow before laughing at his own joke, rubbing at his nose to hide the way he had made his cheeks go even redder. He had known Hubert pretty much since he was adopted into the Rapp family but this had been the most amount of time they had spent together lately and he only hoped that he was being taken seriously. “Do you maybe want to go do that now?” He came to a slow stop in front of him, one of his fingers hooking into the loops on Hubert’s jeans to keep him close and steady. “I mean there’s some great hot chocolate around and I uh, I think I can do a..pretty damn good job of warming you up. You know if uh, if you want.” @spidcypools

👼 – our muses go to church services

"Don’t look at me like that right now, we are in church on baby jesus birthday.” Willa was doing her best to stifle a laugh as she shook hands with members of the church and posed for photos for the local paper. She was eager to just be spending the day with her family but being Mayor called for a much more public appearance on Christmas morning and Willa was just grateful that Grace had offered to go with her. When they finally had a moment alone, she pulled Grace to the side and kissed her softly, taking a deep breath as she leaned into her. “I don’t want to mess with the spirits by doing it in a church though this dress you’re wearing is like a Christmas gift in itself.” She laughed softly as her cheeks went red at Grace’s response before she was called for another picture. She took Grace’s hand and ran back out, letting her assistant know that she would like to leave within the next ten minutes. When she was finally freed, she all too eagerly took Grace’s hand and told the driver to start the car, practically falling into the backseat with Grace the moment they were out of public view. “So,” she started and kissed her softly, her fingers trailing down Grace’s chest. “Tell me more about these gifts you got me this year.” @dianeskeeton

💲 – our muses go to the mall together to shop for presents

“Remember when Marnie and Mae still believed in Santa and it made our jobs 1000x easier. Why don’t we ever get the same credit as Santa?” Austin laughed as he and October walked through the mall, determined to get a head start on holiday shopping. “Simon finally seems like he’s happy to be apart of the family so I want to get him something special, you know? Like..maybe a leather joint holder.” He smirked as he waited for October’s reaction, laughing she rolled her eyes soon after. “Joking, I’ll wait until he turns 18 for that. The big question is,” he spun her around and pulled her closer if only to make her blush as he stole a kiss, “What am I going to get you? Can we just like..go on vacation and call it a gift?” He laughed and threw his arm around her shoulders, slowing to a stop when he spotted an athletics store and pointed at a boxing bag hanging in the window. “Between Hannibal and Simon, that might be a good investment, what do you think? Are we crushing parenting or what?” @pgwrites

⭐– our muses get dressed up for a holiday party

“Okay something tells me walking in shirtless with a Santa hat is too overrated. I mean I know I’m usually lazy but if I’m walking in with you then I can’t look like I just rolled out of bed.” Though Simon showed no real sign of moving as he lay back on Samara’s bed and scrolled through his phone, about ten minutes away from taking a nap and just showing up at the party towards the end. He set his phone down on his chest when Samara walked back out from the bathroom to model one of her outfits. “It’s cute, like really cute but eh, maybe something with a bot more colorful pop, you know? It’s Christmas, Mara, not a funeral,” he joked, rolling on his side to avoid one of the pillows she through. “Okay, okay, I’ll be more helpful.” He took a breath and jumped to his feet, humming along to the music on her speakers as he followed her to her closet. “You know, if my arms weren’t so goddamn big, I’d rock one of these dresses. I mean have you seen these legs?” He smirked and pulled out a dress towards the end, checking out the label. “Oh shit, a Keegan Dolsen, damn.” He wiggled his eyebrows and held out the dress for her. “I think this will work and it has to because there’s a joint burning a hole in my pocket and I’d like to smoke it before we go.” He nudged her with a laugh as he walked back out towards the bed, finding that he was actually excited about the party tonight. His friendship with Samara had helped him step out of his comfort zone a bit and he found that he had a lot more fun at Rosewood parties when he was hanging out with her. “Maybe I should go for the shirtless look. You know, pull attention in, see what the field is offering us. And yes, I said us. You know these abs are a great wingman.” @hermanosgeckhoe

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Proposals Part 2

So there will be a third part, because this one got a little long. I JUST CAN’T WRITE SHORT STUFF, OKAY? Warning: I may have butchered how the draft worked back during WWII, it may change when I go back through and do edits in a more polished version because I’m a perfectionist. Also: my first attempt at a nonbinary character, please let me know if I did something problematic and I will fix it.

oo000oo

You meet Damien at his dorm room, at his request, in order to solidify the plan. Since you see a long night ahead of you, you bring dinner…well, you bring canned vegetables and biscuits. College life during wartimes at its finest.

Luckily his roommate is out with friends, leaving the room for your full use without judgment. As a result, you’re sitting next to Damien on his bunk without a care in the world.

“So, how far are we going to go with this?” you ask him as you take a bite out of a carrot.

“I say we don’t admit the truth until the ‘I do’s,” Damien laughs as he takes a bite out of a biscuit. “We may as well see this through to the end.”

“So we’ll need to have some people in on it.” You tap your chin. “I’m sure my mom will get a kick out of it. I’ll write to her.”

“Where is she?”

“She’s overseas,” you explain. “But that’s not important right now. Do you know anyone who can officiate a wedding?”

“Um…I think one of my professors mentioned he was ordained.” At your confused stare, he continues, “Apparently it’s how he met his wife, he told us about it the first day.”

“Oh! Well perfect, in that case!”

Damien chortles at your enthusiasm. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

You lift your eyebrow at his observation. “And you’re not?”

“Fair enough.” He chews on a piece of broccoli before asking, “How many people should we invite to the ceremony?”

“We’ll play it by ear. When should the big day be?”

Damien hums in thought. “We should begin ‘sharing’ surnames in two days, I think.”

“I can hardly wait, Sugar!”

oo000oo

Between the two of you (mostly Damien, since he apparently has this mystical quality which compels others to adore him on sight and hang onto every word he says as opposed to your prickly antisocial tendencies), you manage to garner about fifty guests by the next day: students, mainly, with a few professors who are in on the joke.

It’s almost too easy, how smoothly it all comes together at first. You and Damien consider renting the gym for the event until Professor Lee, the one who will be “marrying” the two of you, suggests the lovely gazebo on the campus.

You’re both there now, resting against the columns and clutching clipboards with the other minutiae of the plan. The setting sun leaves a stunning pinkish-orange glow over the campus, and it warms your back (you hate when the sun is in your eyes, so it’s well acquainted with your back).

“So, how likely is it that your parents will actually attend the wedding?” you inquire, tapping your pen to your lips.

“I honestly do not know,” Damien answers. His pen is tucked behind his ear. “On the one hand, they wouldn’t come in order to express the full extent of their disapproval. On the other hand, I am the only child they have left now, would they really want to miss out on such an important event in my life?”

“Guess we won’t know until the day of,” you muse aloud. “Have you seen them since we broke the news?”

“No, but they keep calling to try to talk me out of it.” Damien jots a note down on the clipboard. “I think my roommate hates me, he finally unplugged the phone this morning when it rung off the hook.”

You smother a laugh behind your hand, before returning to your clipboard. “Okay, so do I want to wear a suit or a dress for my first fake wedding…”

When you catch a glimpse at Damien out of the corner of your eye, you realize you said that out loud. The blood rushes to your face and you need to remind yourself that breathing keeps you alive while you wait for his reaction.

(In hindsight, you probably could have played it off as a joke, or even spun it as a quirky fashion choice to make his parents irate, with a wink and quirks of your lips, but given the words to blow off your slip-up are already strangled in your throat, all hope of acting like you did not just expose your secret is for naught.)

Damien blinks at you curiously, and if the seriousness of his gaze is any indication, he is fully aware of your mistake and its implications. He shrugs the next moment. “I say whatever you feel like. My parents are going to snap their caps no matter what you wear, so I say go with whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“You…um…” you clear the hesitation out of your throat. “You don’t mind…?”

“Why would I mind?”

Bitterness crawls under your lips and you bite it back, but it still leaks through, “Some people do…”

(Some people you thought you could trust only for them to just leave and never speak to you again, some people who think you need to have your “proper identity” beaten into you when you don’t dress or behave as they believe you should, some people sling words that cut like knives or bullets that rip through the flesh of your lungs, but you don’t talk about that, none of that, you just go on with your life; dig the bullets out, stitch up the cuts with reality and stoicism, and give the world the façade they want, at least you can be who you want at home, the most important people in your life have accepted you sans one, and he’s abandoned you now so what does it matter?)

“Well, I don’t,” Damien dismisses. “It’s like I always say: life is ours to choose.”

But other people (just two, no just one because the other is underground, remember, dead from the fight for his country as if that helps when the grief suffocates you in the middle of the night) offer balms with kindness and acceptance about your refusal to subject to binaries, and it makes the wounds easier to bear (maybe two again, maybe, maybe).

A handkerchief appears next to your clipboard. Damien’s. You look up and see nothing but compassion lined in his face.

You hadn’t even noticed the tears welling in your eyes.

oo000oo

The morning before the “big day,” Damien comes to you with unexpected news.

“They want to have dinner with us tonight?”

The two of you are studying in the library together. Not the school library, but the local one, since your shift will be starting in the next ten minutes and your boss likes you to at least arrive early. You are collecting your scattered notes from the table for your mandatory college math course (a subject you could have gone your entire life never touching again), but you’re a little more preoccupied with the idea of speaking with Damien’s parents again.

Damien nods and crosses his legs at the ankles. His socks are stripes of blue and pink (why do you notice that?). “I was surprised too. Maybe they think they can still talk us out of it.”

The amusement in his voice is adorable.

“In that case,” you begin, “We should probably establish our boundaries, huh?”

“What?”

“We have to act like we’re a couple, don’t we?” you point out.

Damien’s mouth gapes for several heartbeats before he stutters, “I…I didn’t even think of that.”

You chuckle at the blood rushing to his face. “Clearly.”

“Well-I mean…erm…” Damien clears his throat. “I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable—”

“Ultimately, we’re doing this for you, Damien,” you interrupt. “So we can act as intimate as you would like and I’ll go along with it.”

“I suppose…”

“I guess what you need to ask yourself is how uncomfortable you would like them to be.” You collect the last of the papers and shove them into your backpack. “Since that is the primary goal here.”

You’re not foolish, and you’re not a lovesick child who can’t discern reality from acting (not to mention you have a love for the performing arts; you took part in several school plays during high school), so this will be a piece of cake.

“Uh…” Damien shakes his head with a nervous laugh. “I have no idea what I’d like to do, to be perfectly candid…I’ve never been in a fake relationship before.”

“Neither have I. You’re my first.” You wink at him and what the hell, since when do you flirt, shit, he’s going to think you’re an idiot—

Damien stares at you with wide dark brown eyes, mouth agape (you are regretting every decision you’ve ever made, why are you like this?) before he laughs again, a little more genuinely. “That…I wasn’t expecting that from you.”

That makes two of us.

You clear your throat and stand up. “Well, anyway, you better make up your mind before tonight, because,” you check the watch on your right hand, “my shift starts in two minutes, so I need to go. Where are we having dinner, how dressed up do I need to be, and where do you want to meet?”

oo000oo

“So…what are you attending University for?”

The question wouldn’t be such a bothersome one if it weren’t for his mother’s passive-aggressive I’m-sure-you’re-not-good-enough-for-my-boy tone.

The restaurant is one of the more higher-end ones—the like you and your family would never afford even if all four of you worked half-a-year—called Charlotte’s, and thus far, the wait for food has been the most awkward fifteen minutes of your life.

You take a sip of your water, a pocket of saved time to think up a response, and collect your nerves. “Criminal justice. I want to be a lawyer.”

Damien’s parents (Walter and Lois, you finally learned upon the official introductions) exchange glances at this. “Is that so?” Walter presses.

You nod.

Lois taps her blood red nails against the white-tablecloth. “Even after your marriage?”

Your brow furrows and you meet Damien’s gaze. He’s a little stiff in the shoulders, but that’s the only tell for how nervous he is about this whole situation. The suit he’s wearing looks more like a costume than a symbol of high class, then again that might just be because you witnessed him do cartwheels in similar attire the night before this whole fiasco began (the night that caused the whole fiasco, you should say).

You look back at Lois. “My parents believe it’s important that I have a way to support myself, and I’m inclined to agree, so yes. Even after I marry Damien.”

Walter addresses his son. “And you approve of this decision?”

Damien surprises you when he places his hand over yours atop the table. “Absolutely. I respect my fiancé ambitions, and,” he turns to you with a smile more natural than anything else he’s attempted over the course of the night, “you respect mine, don’t you, love?”

You smile right back, and his silent support helps you muster your courage to initiate the more fun portion of the charade before this gets anymore awkward.

Namely: speaking more of the very not-at-all-high-class wedding you two are planning.

“Now,” you begin, “there are only a few things left for us to take care of before tomorrow. Since my parents are overseas,” it astonishes you, how easily the lie falls from your lips (they don’t need to know about your father, after all, it’s none of their business, future fake-parents or not), “We have the flowers we need, I have my outfit put together, and we even found someone to officiate us.” You pretend not to notice his mother flinch at the last one. “The main problem is that I will need someone to walk me down the aisle.”

The blood leaves his parent’s faces, and you bite back the laughter bubbling in your throat.

“I was going to ask one of my Professors—McGowan, she teaches Women’s Studies at the university—but if either of you are willing to walk with me, that would make me so happy!”

Once again, the powdery sugar sound of your voice is just nauseating, but also, once again, it makes the act totally worth it to see Walter’s face redden to the shade of a pomegranate.

“I…” Walter’s mouth opens and closes like a trout. “See here—”

“Were you speaking to me, too?” Lois squeaks. She looks like she wants to vomit.

“Of course!” You smile at her as innocently as possible. “Since my mom would have been the one walking me down the aisle if she were here, I would want to offer you the same opportunity!”

The color leaves Lois’s face, but she manages to keep from doing anything drastic. “I…I am not so sure that will be a good idea, my dear—”

“Well, if neither of you are interested,” Damien interjects as though his parents are not about to have individual coronaries, staring at you with such over enthused joy (you hope that means he’s having fun with this too), “I will walk down the aisle with you, my dear.”

To your surprise, he presses a swift kiss to your cheek. Aside from a slight widening of your eyes (he even seems a little shocked at this move), you think you hold onto your composure fairly well.

“Oh, thank you so much sweetie,” you gush. You turn to his parents again. “You have the most amazing son, I don’t know what I would do without him…especially with both of my parents—” you pretend to get choked up and fan your face a hint, “both my parents away, fighting for our country and the world…”

As Damien faux-coaxes you out of your act with his typical gentleness (hands patting your own and pulling you in for a small hug while muttering comforting words), you catch his parents alternating between expressions of what might be guilt and horror (whether it’s horror about your “situation” or the way you and Damien are playing up the couple act, you aren’t sure).

Dinner finally arrives and his parents take the opportunity to stuff their mouths with food as quickly as possible, probably to avoid further conversation for as long as possible.

oo000oo

As you and Damien leave the restaurant and bid his parents farewell, it takes every ounce of strength the two of you have to wait until his parents are out of sight before bursting into fits of laughter.

“You are a fantastic performer, my friend!” Damien commends through his sniggering (a deep, rumbling sound in his chest). “You really frightened them with your act!”

“Frightened? I guess that’s one word for it!” you chuckle, hands on your knees. “You were fantastic too! Offering to walk me down the aisle? That was perfect.”

“Well, what’s a future husband for if not to make his fiancé happy?” he jokes with a wink. You shove him playfully and the two of you crack all over again.

You both walk to your car as you talk, gushing over each other’s acts and having a good laugh at the expense of his parents. This cheerful atmosphere lasts the two of you until the first traffic light.

“Back there, you mentioned your parents again,” Damien begins.

You roll your eyes. “If this is about not mentioning my dad, there is no room in this whole shindig to bring that up with them—”

“No, I was going to ask about your mother.”

“…oh…”

“It’s just…obviously, she wasn’t drafted,” Damien begins, hesitation slowing his words, “and I just…I wondered why, with your father gone, she hasn’t returned to you.”

Your hands grip the steering wheel so tight you feel tendons pop.

“I’m not trying to judge her,” he hurries to add. “Obviously whatever she’s doing in the army is important, anything to stop the Nazis, I just wanted to ask—”

“She did it for my brother.”

Damien’s head jerks to you, but you focus your eyes on the road, blinking away thoughts of the last time you saw James. The traffic light changes and the scenery outside moves once more.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know you had a brother.”

“He left some time ago,” you explain briefly. “For…reasons”

Because he doesn’t approve of me, doesn’t approve of my choices, and hates that our parents do.

“But before he took off,” you continue, choking down the pain like bile, “Mom and Dad were worried about the draft. They didn’t want him to be enlisted, because…well, I think that would be obvious. But they weren’t happy with just my dad enlisting when we have an able-bodied young man, so my mom offered to go instead, and James promised to look out for me while they were gone.”

Damien doesn’t say anything for a long time. He doesn’t need to. The fact that you’re alone in your house says enough.

“He pays the rent every month,” you add. “Among other bills, and he sends me money in case I don’t make enough to eat, but that’s it. I’m getting through this first semester on scholarship money and what I have saved up from working at the library.” You shrug. “It’s fine.”

And it is, you tell yourself. Solitude doesn’t bother you. The quiet in your house doesn’t reach into your head and suffocate your thoughts (not all the time anyway). You can cook your own meals when you have the rations you need, and the radio offers pleasant background noise and war propaganda to listen to (though you were tempted to chuck it out the window when it mentioned the battle your father died in as a successful operation).

When Damien’s hand rests on your shoulder, you take in a deep breath and let it out as you pull into the entrance to his dorm.

You clear your throat and glance at him with a smile. “Guess I’ll see you at ten o’clock sharp then, darlin’?”

Damien returns your smile. “Of course!” But partway out of the car, he stops. A moment later, he looks back at you.

“What is it?”

He chews on his bottom lip and says, “Actually…can I spend the night at your place?” He must sense the irritation stirring in your skin and adds, “This isn’t pity, I left my suit at your house last time I was there and it will be more convenient for us to get ready and drive here together, since I’m walking you down the aisle anyway.”

But by the quirk of his lips, he knows you see right through that, and also knows you can’t exactly argue with the logic.

Not that you really want to argue, but he doesn’t need to know that. Nor does he need to know how much you’ve enjoyed his company and time these past few days, a welcome reprieve from the crushing quiet.

“Sure, but I’ll be taking the couch,” you assert.

“What, no!” he argues as he shuts the door on the car. “I’m the guest, I’ll take the couch!”

“I’m the host, it’s only fair—” you cut off and drop your head back against your seat. “There’s more than one bed in the house,” you recall with a sigh.

Damien bursts into such loud, bellowing laughter and it warms you up from the inside like a warm cup of coffee, so you can’t really regret your embarrassing mishap.

As you watch the streetlights flicker against Damien’s laughing face out of the corner of your eye, you’re reminded of the moon.

You’ve heard your fellow students, men and women both, describe him like a sun, and personally, the comparison doesn’t feel accurate. The sun is too bright, too harsh, and it’s there whether you want it or not, a constant irritating if necessary part of life.

Moonlight, on the other hand, is a subtle sort of loveliness that illuminates dark places and leaves you breathless. His smile is like that, a subtle but illuminating show of teeth. It draws everyone around him in like the tide, and even if they could, people never seem to look away from him.

And...and...

It’s just really not fair.

oo000oo

@damiendeservedbetter , @sweetestlittledarling , @silver-owl413 , and if anyone else wants to be tagged for Part 3 (where we FINALLY get to the wedding and aftermath), let me know!

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Headcanon prompts For Chris X Micah? Btw I Love Your Fanfics!!❤️❤️

Aww shucks, I’m happy you enjoy them. Thank you so much! @elyannaxoxx Sure these are going to take me awhile -

How do they feel about people shorter/taller than them? Considering both Micah and Chris are tall and are always the tallest people in the room, everyone else is short. They think shorter people are adorable.

What are they like on social media? (What’s their username, profile pic, etc.): Micah’s is probably something that emphasizes how Canadian she is. Since they both share a love of sports, I’m sure they both have their jersey numbers and probably photos of their family. AJ and Kyle pictures everywhere. Micah has the mittens Chris gave her in freshman year as her profile picture, and Chris’ is a picture of a football.

Their sexuality? From what we know of the books, I HC Chris to be heterosexual considering he’s never shown any interest in men (so far). Micah’s also attracted to the opposite sex.

Preferred weather? Chris is used to hot and sunny weather since growing up in Maine. Since Micah doesn’t really have a preferred weather. She likes hot and sunny days to play outside. But rainy days are also perfect to sleep in, and winter brings the joy of snowball fights.

What’s their sleeping schedule? Chris usually gets a solid 8 hours of sleep, unless he’s planning something for the student committee or running drills for football practice. Micah flexes between 6-8 hours depending on her schedule.

Favorite music? Chris likes a bit of classical rock and mostly anything that’s upbeat. Micah’s music tastes varies depending on her mood. She doesn’t really have a preference but she does think her taste in music is better than her boyfriend’s.

How’s their cooking? Since they’re both from big families; they both are pretty good at cooking. They’ve learnt to be - whenever their parents aren’t able to, they pick up the slack around the house and cook dinner, sometimes makes their siblings lunch etc.

It’s movie night, what movie do they pick? They both like action flicks; they like to see things explode on camera and picking an action flick usually allows them to ‘turn their brains off’. On rare occasions, they’ll decide on a wild card but since move nights are usually just kick back and relax - action flicks are their go-to.

How would they hold up in a pillow war? Chris would win but Micah wouldn’t go down without a fight. Usually their pillow fights turn into wrestling before a heavy make-out session naturally occurs.

What’s their sleeping position? Micah likes to sleep with her pillow covering her head if she’s sleeping alone, and Chris likes to sleep with his face facing the ceiling. When they’re together they both sleep on their sides, just so the last thing they see each is other, if they aren’t snuggling up with Chris as the big spoon.

Who do they go to for comfort? They go to each other for comfort. They’ve always reasonably honest with each other. If the other person isn’t available - usually they go to Zack for comfort next.

Something small that they enjoy? Chris enjoys spending time with his siblings when he’s back home in Maine. (And something really fun they do is sliding across the floor with their socks on to see who’s the fastest). Micah has a sweet tooth, so quite often before the end of the day she’s got something sweet to munch on. She also enjoys walking bare-feet on grass.

How do they feel about physical contact by others? Micah is a big fan of hugs, shoulder bumping and high-fives. Chris isn’t averse to most of these things but Micah is usually the one to engage in these when it comes to other people.

What is enough to bring them to tears? A really good movie. Bad luck. Losing at anything. They’re both awfully competitive so losing at anything really can make them quite emotional. (Micah is more likely to burst into tears though).

Biggest pet peeve? When Micah tries to grab food off of Chris’ plate as she asks for it and instead of waiting for his response, she just assumes it’ll be a yes every time. (This also goes for Chris’ family and it drives Chris a little nuts). Micah doesn’t like passive aggressiveness, it’s her biggest pet peeve because she comes from a family where everyone has always been loud and open. So she prefers if people just say what’s on their mind instead of bottling them up and waiting to explode.

How well do they take care of themselves? They’re both self-sufficient. They had to be since they’re both the oldest in their families.

What’s something they like that may be surprising to others? Chris likes to make flower arrangements. He’s very good at placing the perfect combinations together and sometimes does so for Micah for her birthday, and sometimes just to surprise her whenever she’s having a bad day. Micah dominates at chess, and rarely ever loses to anyone else in the house or any of her friends.

Do they consider others family? Micah considers her friends almost as much as family as her own, and thinks the same of Chris’ family. She’s usually very trusting and it doesn’t take long for someone to have a place insider her heart. Chris considers others family relatively easy as well.

Any bad habits that they have? Micah has the tendency to chew a lot of gum when she’s nervous - especially during exams, and studying. Because she chews loudly, it drives her roommates nuts. Chris has a tendency of taking on a lot of things at once and sometimes he gets a little overwhelmed and starts unknowingly cutting people off, or making more time for things most pressing in his life.

What’s their idea of a perfect vacation? Probably going off somewhere they’ve never been before together. Maybe backpacking across Europe or taking a trip to someplace new and getting familiar with it for hours.

Do they get lost easily? Will they ask for directions if they are? They’re both pretty good at following directions, but on the rare occasion they do get lost, Chris refuses to ask for directions. He assumes it’s just a matter of time before they can find a path again. Usually Micah’s less stubborn about it.

The strangest thing they have ever seen? Micah thinks people that wear shorts in winter with no coats is really strange, especially considering she comes from a country where half the year is ridiculously cold. ( I honestly can’t think of something specifically strange for Chris to have seen, and may revisit this question later.)

How well do they accept advice? Micah doesn’t accept advice very well. She can be surprisingly sensitive. It’s not that she doesn’t appreciate it but it gives her feelings of inadequacy. Chris takes advice in strides, and is usually a lot more receptive by it.

How much do they swear? They don’t really swear a lot. They usually don’t have a reason to, so very minimum. Something really crappy has to happen.

How do they take advice given to them? Micah takes it with a grain of salt, but she’s working on being more open to advice. Chris on the other hand, takes advice given to him better and sometimes almost too seriously.

Do they like being in pictures? Micah has a great smile and loves showing off in pictures. Half of Chris’ phone are filled of her selfies. Chris doesn’t mind being in pictures, since he knows how photogenic he is but doesn’t go out of his way for one.

Is there anything they’re bad at? They’re both bad at keeping track of time. They become very invested in things quite quickly, and can lose track of other things if they’re focused on something specifically for too long.

What’s their morning schedule? During football and track seasons, they’re up early for practice and morning jogs. During off season, Micah likes to sleep in but Chris usually gets her up and they do a lot of cardio and hit the gym on the weekends.

Any past injuries? Micah has a knee injury from her senior year of high school (lacrosse) that acts up every now and then. She does a lot of stretches in between sports. Chris has a slight shoulder injury but doesn’t have any other injuries that troubles him often.

Something that disgusts them? People that are ridiculously rude.

Can you believe I did these instead of grabbing breakfast? Thanks again so much for the ask, these were really fun! 😊

#asks #personal hcs #chris x mc #chris x micah #playchoices #the freshman #the sophomore #chris x mc headcanons

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thebibliomancer · 7 years ago

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Essential Avengers: Avengers #170: “... Though Hell Should Bar The Way!”

April, 1978

Oh, hey, Jocasta is back! Good ol’ unfortunately named Jocasta!

And this is a very good DC Silver Age-esque comic cover. Heroes acting inexplicably only to be sort of explained kinda on the inside. I can’t wait to see how this scenario does not even come about.

Remember the cover where Mantis was protecting Libra from the rest of the Avengers but inside she tried to beat him up for pulling a Vader on her?

Also, “The Return of the Bride of Ultron” is a very Hammer Horror-esque title. Drop the definite article and its basically one.

But enough admiring the cover. Lets get into it.

Last time: Back in issues 161-162, Ultron gave Hank Pym amnesia as part of a weird plan to trick him into turning the Wasp into a robot for Ultron to marry. It was foiled when the robot wife summoned the Avengers with ants and Iron Man threatened to destroy her, forcing Ultron to back off.

But also recently, there’s some unrest in the house of avenge. A series of overpowered foes have been battering the Avengers esteem and as a result one stalwart chums are at each other’s throats. Cap blamed Iron Man for his absentee leadership but then Scarlet Witch went OFF on Cap’s own performance recently.

The Avengers consist mostly of hurt feelings and bruised egos at this point, basically.

So we start with Cap taking his frustration to the gym.

Beast also tries to cheer him up, in his own inimitable way.

Problem: I don’t think Cap has ever been a fan of Beast’s sense of humor. There’s been several instances since Beast has joined the team where Cap has told him to stop clowning.

And he once again does so here.

So Beast tries a different strategy. He offers to tell him about some sexual escapades.

Because in the past, Cap seemed into it. It’s the closest they’ve come to bonding as teammates.

But Cap is in a Mood so he fakes a fall to freak out Beast before catching himself on the uneven bars.

Not cool, Cap.

He then angrily pumps some iron.

Because as someone pointed out to him, he’s been useless lately. And he doesn’t have superpowers unlike some people he could mention so he’s got to keep his few skills sharp.

Beast: “You know, Cap, you’re a lot like Witchy in a way -- you both take everything way too seriously! Now, me, I never take --”

Cap: “Get lost, Beast!”

Rude.

And then Iron Man shows up which just gets Cap more tightly wound.

Iron Man just wants to have a word with Cap in private.

So Beast, in his own display of pettiness, effortlessly picks up the 500 pound weight that Cap was working out with to put it away.

Savage.

Anyway, as soon as Beast is gone, Iron Man tries to start the word in private with Cap but Cap claims to be busy and passive-aggressively starts working out with the mobile stunblaster while Iron Man is trying to talk.

The mobile stunblaster is, of course, a work out machine that follows you around and tries to shoot you with punch beams while you have to block it with special gloves.

I expect that all gyms have one. Its basic workout equipment.

Cap isn’t really receptive but Iron Man manages to get out what he wanted to say.

Iron Man: “Look, Cap, what I came to say --”

Cap: “Let me guess, Tin Man -- you want to tell me I was way off base criticizing your leadership -- since I haven’t been earning my keep lately!”

Iron Man: “No. I came to apologize for myself and for Wanda! None of us have been setting the world on fire lately! She had no right to judge you!”

Cap: “It doesn’t matter! I’ve judged myself... and in my own eyes, I’ve fallen short! Maybe I’ve been lax lately --! It won’t happen again, Tin Man! Never again!”

Iron Man: “Fine! I want you to know Cap... I feel the same way about the job I’ve done as chairman! I’ve made some bad decisions... let other matters occupy time I owed the Avengers... and when I was around, I tried to do it all myself! I guess I felt guilty... and I kept trying to prove my worth! Just wanted you to know -- I’m aware of my failings! I -- I’ll try harder, Cap... or, if you think I should, I’ll step down! You can take over!”

Cap: “Wait! Iron Man, I guess my problem is that I’ve seen too many friends die in battle -- and when it seemed as if your job with Stark outweighed your Avengers’ duties -- as if you were taking your responsibilities lightly --!”

Iron Man: “I wasn’t! But... about Stark. Cap -- I should have told you long ago that --”

Cap: “No... keep your secrets, Iron Man! You lead... I’ll follow -- that’s enough!”

MmmMMMM. That is some good open and honest communication.

I love it. The me who first read this a couple years back was a fool to come off this run with the impression that it was just the Avengers getting their asses kicked and yelling at each other.

Its the Avengers getting their asses kicked, yelling at each other, and then having productive, emotionally honest conversations. It is my JAM.

Canonically, the first Civil War wouldn’t even have happened if Cap and Iron Man had set their feelings out like this.

I like that Cap passive-aggressively working out during this conversation keeps it from being talking heads because we get a bunch of unnecessary ACTION POSES as Cap works out.

But while Cap and Iron Man SOCIAL LINK GO or perhaps SUPPORT CONVERSATION depending on where your interests lie, out in the living room some other Avengers have less dramatic bonding.

Vision and Wonder Man play a game of chess together, Jarvis and Scarlet Witch admiring what good friends they’ve become off-screen. Much improved from existential angst causing Vision to try to punch him a lot and then they have to fight a gravity jerk.

They do, after all, have a lot in common. Like a brain.

But they get a phone call from Hawkeye who reveals that Two-Gun Kid has vanished. Disappeared even!

He tells Scarlet Witch not to bother coming. There’s nothing to find at the scene of the crime. So he’ll come to them.

Meanwhile, in Attilan, the Inhuman city in the Himalayas, Quicksilver is moody. But that’s nothing new, he was like that before.

He’s sitting on a balcony gazing beyond the city.

His wife Crystal asks if Attilan confines his spirit, having to stay in a secret city after all the glory and daring of being an Avenger. The battles, the thrills, the running full speed into a wall and breaking every bit of your skeleton bone.

But just as Quicksilver is saying he would never leave her, he vanishes mid-reassurance.

No, he didn’t run away in the most supremely dickish way ever. Like Two-Gun, he’s been disappeared.

What is going on here?

A story for later.

But for meanwhile we’re back to the Avengers Mansion where the Wasp shows off her new costume.

I don’t know what to say about it. Its not the worst she’s had. You don’t see as many superhero costumes that are orange and yellow. And Jan knows that branding is important because she put W for Wasp all over herself. Her gloves are cut to suggest Ws as are her boots. She’s got cleavage W and an abdomen W too.

Yellowjacket actually warns Wonder Man that if Wasp notices him in civvies, she’ll get him in a new costume so fast!

Wonder Man defers. He’s decided he’s not the costume type.

The thing about the Wasp is even if she makes a costume for someone else, she often makes it to appeal to her own tastes. Like when she made a costume for Angelica Jones, Firestar, with a pluuuuuuuuunging neckline. To Firestar’s lament.

So what I’m saying is that if Wonder Man let Wasp dress him, he’d definitely end up in thigh boots and with W’s all over his clothes.

Although, Wonder Man does become an actor later on who plays oiled up big muscles tiny shorts roles. So he’d probably rock it.

And then some colorful comic relief blue collar characters show up.

Wasp put her foot down and told Hank that she would not live with a Real Doll version of herself in the house so Hank hired Meyer and Mack to move her into his lab in the mansion.

Meyer is a real ‘seen it all’ type. Nothing impresses him. Avengers? Pssh. He moved Neil Sendaka’s ‘pianer’ once. Yellowjacket starts monologuing “[Jocasta] was conceived in evil, and yet while Ultron was transfering Jan’s life into her metal body, she unselfishly gave up her own existence by summoning us in time to stop the process and save Jan!” and Meyer all but taps his watch and reminds Yellowjacket that he’s on a flat rate.

Now Mack on the other hand? Mack is sure impressed.

And possibly discovering he has a new fetish.

Elsewhere in Saugerties, New York, the Guardians of the Galaxy secretly watch over a young Vance Astrovik. They’re sure that any day now evil cyborg from the future Korvac is going to try to knock off Vance to prevent the Guardians of the Galaxy from ever forming.

That is, if young Vance doesn’t manage to get himself killed first.

Since he’s playing baseball in the middle of a dark street and if Charlie-27 hadn’t been there, a truck would have run him over.

How he survived in the original timeline without future people being his guardian angels is a bit of a mystery.

Charlie-27: “It’s a wonder anyone reaches maturity in this idiotic backward era!”

An era where people toss spheroids in the middle of the road and where strange pieces of paper can be exchanged for food items. What strange customs.

The takeaway here is that, yes, the Guardians are busy guardianing Vance Astrovik and even though Korvac actually has bigger fish to fry and their vigil over Vance is misguided, its not pointless.

But meanwhile, back at the plot, Meyer and Mack finish carting the Jocasta crate into Hank Pym’s lab.

And just as Mack is marveling at how ‘real’ Jocasta looks (presumably for someone made entirely of metal with silly metal hair tentacles and also robot eyelashes) the robot girl awakens and OH YEAHS through the crate.

Jocasta: “He has awakened me! He calls! I must go to him! Let nothing stop me!”

Meyer and Mack flee the lab and run into an unhappy Yellowjacket who heard the crash of the OH YEAH and assumes that they fucked something up.

Which is probably not the case.

After escorting the movers out, the Avengers (Vision, Scarlet Witch, Wonder Man, Yellowjacket, and Wasp) run towards the lab.

But listening to the voice in her head, Jocasta finds the button that locks down the lab and then obviously locks down the lab.

Yellowjacket and Wasp managed to slip through the door before it closed. Doors never really bothered Vision anyway. But that leaves Wonder Man and Scarlet Witch locked out.

And the door is really tough! Its made of a special alloy almost as impenetrable as adamantium. Although the fact that it doesn’t get a name here sort of implies its going to be back to the drawing board.

But either way, the whole lab has been reinforced with it. For security reasons.

Scarlet Witch is sure that if she concentrates her probability altering powers, she can get the door to crumble but in the meantime, Wonder Man is going to keep punching like it personally insulted him.

Inside the lab, the three Avengers discover Jocasta up and about and creepy. She talks with Jan’s voice except cold and metallic. (Its never discussed whether Vision sounds like Wonder Man but since his body was the Human Torch’s I think probably not).

Vision isn’t creeped out. Somehow Ultron activated the Jocasta robot from afar and makes her speak like Jan hoping the Avengers will hesitate. But Vision won’t.

Drama is passed down in the family and as Ultron loves breaking Hank Pym’s things, so too will Vision break Ultron’s.

Except apparently Ultron planned for this. When he does the thing he always does and tries to intangible inside the robot to disrupt her circuits, he discovers an anti-matter booby trap.

It fills him with deadly energies and also copious amounts of pain.

Meanwhile, Beast has arrived at the door. He’s been looking for Thor but Thorry no Thor to be found.

That’s not one of his jokes. I just couldn’t resist.

Scarlet Witch is finally ready to do the thing she do and make probability weep but apparently the door has personally insulted Wonder Man by now. He proclaims a grudge match and finally punches it down.

Maybe its because it didn’t initially fall when he reminded everyone that his punches are approximately on the level of Thor’s hammer.

He says that a lot. That and the fact that he was created to fight the whole original Avengers roster.

I think its to remind the audience what Wonder Man’s deal is. But it also fits in with him being insecure, especially since nearly every time he talks about his fists being on the level of Mjolnir, the fight goes bad for him.

Inside the lab, Wonder Man, Beast, and Scarlet Witch find the Vision who tells them not to touch him because of the deadly energies. But that they need to pursue Jocasta.

Who has left the lab and is in the courtyard.

...

So all that effort to punch down the really expensive door was for naught? Did they really have no one guarding the other exit from that room?

Geez.

In the courtyard, Wasp and Yellowjacket fail to do anything to prevent Jocasta from strolling away, punching random plants.

Wasp: “Hank, I’m afraid Ultron’s strategy is working. I can’t bring myself to hurt her! It’d be like hurting myself!”

Yellowjacket: “I -- I know what you mean!”

Lets ignore, for once, the obvious and terrible irony involving future events. Lets go right in and focus on Jan not being able to hurt anything bearing an image of her.

Her one weakness. She just loves what she sees in the mirror too much to ever raise a hand to it.

The two heroes try to use their respective ranged attacks at low power to drive Jocasta back into the mansion but then Yellowjacket makes the mistake these two heroes always make and flies in too close.

She nabs him out of thin air and starts squeeeezing

Then Beast do what Beast do. DYNAMIC ENTRANCE, BOOT TO THE HEAD!

Then because Yellowjacket distracts Beast asking him not to smash Jocasta if he can help it, Jocasta shoots him in the face with eye lasers.

Because, of course, Ultron built her with eye lasers.

The family that slays together, right?

Wonder Man goes to punch her to scrap but she has a force field. Of course she does.

And even though he could punch through it eventually, in the here and now she shoots him in the face with eye lasers.

Scarlet Witch uses her power over nature (I guess she does just have both skillsets interchangably. Neat) to wrap Jocasta up in a tree in much the way a tree does not and cannot do.

Jocasta just flexes her way free. Because she has robot super strength.

Ultron, your wife is too powerful. You’re shaming the rest of us with your unstoppable killing machine wife.

The Avengers regroup and think about this. Maybe if they use teamwork and work as a team, assemble if you will, maybe if they strike as one they can overcome this robot lady.

Before they can, Iron Man comes in blasting.

Not at her, at them.

Iron Man: “Leave her alone! The first Avenger who harms her answers to me!”

And then Thor appears out of nowhere, calling it a long-delayed return (weird time stuff is still going on with him). Instantly deduces a battle is happening and decides that it would be a really cool way to enter the battle if he smashes this mysterious robot woman with his hammer.

I’m not saying that Thor always goes for the move that will fit best on an album cover but I’m sure that it runs through his mind sometimes.

Captain America is confused that Thor doesn’t recognize Jocasta since he was there when they stopped Ultron from putting Jan’s soul in her. And he’s not sure where he’s flying in from since he was just in the mansion minutes ago.

BUT HE HAS TO SAVE ROBOT GIRL!

And he throws his mighty shield and even Mjolnir must yield.

Also, after their little talk, Iron Man and Cap are back in the whole friendly pal/chum kind of thing. Like. Almost exaggeratedly so. Like Cap is making a real effort.

-Iron Man catches Cap after he jumps off the roof to throw his mighty shield-

Cap: “Thanks, Iron Man!”

Iron Man: “Good work, Cap! Took a heck of a chance, though!”

Cap: “Not really. I figured someone would catch me! After all, teamwork’s the name of the game!”

It practically screams I’M GOING TO BE POSITIVE!!

The other Avengers criticize Iron Man and Cap for letting Jocasta go. Which she does by literally walking through the wall. Geez. Ultron your wife is so strong.

Anyway. Iron Man explains the obvious thing. His armor sensors have locked on to Jocasta’s electrical patterns. Obviously they’re going to follow her and she’s going to lead them to Ultron!

Hot damn! Avengers being proactive! Kinda! I mean, Jocasta waking up was on Ultron but instead of just letting the killer robot lurk around somewhere and make a new plan to be murdery and oedipal, Iron Man is going to do something about it!

Unless this is a trap!

But that’s just the hazards of the job.

Also, I guess the cover was more or less accurate. The exact scene didn’t exactly happen but the spirit of it basically. Although Iron Man never blasted Wonder Man. In fact, he apologized that he had to blast near him to stop him.

So this is my second read through this run on Avengers. So like the brown bear I know ALL. But the first time around, I’m pretty sure I didn’t see Jocasta coming back.

I mean, it was only eight issues back. But that’s over half a year. Generally a loose end like Jocasta either comes back in the next issue or is teased throughout to remind the readers that its totally going to be a plot device.

If not, usually the loose end doesn’t come back so soon. And just gets brought back by the first writer who remembers it was a thing.

Apparently Jocasta has just been propped up in Hank Pym’s living room the whole time with Jan growing more and more disgruntled with it.

There’s not much to say about Jocasta herself. She’s kind of like the Wonder Man zuvembie. More plot device than character right now. But an intriguing one.

So next time: more of this. The Revenge of the Return of the Bride of Ultron. But it won’t be called that, alas.

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darkestbefore · 5 years ago

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Irreconcilable Reconciliation

Guess I have to retype the last paragraph. Tumblr seems to freeze so easily. I just turned off the wi-fi. There we go.

So fastforward from the last post about two years. Covid-19 is here. I’m laid off from both jobs and I just signed up for a divorce workshop for April 14th next month. Will we be sheltered at home until then? Will this virus be over? Who knows. More importantly, how did we get here? How did -I- get here?

I’m typing on my Asus which is hanging on by a thread. If I unplug it, it turns off. Needs a new battery. Listening to In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins. Gonna go though my playlists after that. Drinking Makers here and there because I low-key want to get drunk. My upper back is both sore and tense.

I think if life had gone on the way it was, I never would have taken that extra step. Have I pulled the trigger? Not quite. Not until those forms are filled out by both of us and the process is put in motion would I say the trigger has been pulled. But am I loading the gun? I think so. I think this is it. With Luther and both jobs, my mind had preoccupied with the day to day, week to week. But with this imposed break, I’ve been forced to pause and examine things. Most of what I thought about has been my ambitions past, present, and future. Is bartending the final frontier for me? Or even being a bar owner? Should I learn more about investing? Are there other careers out there that I would excel at? I pondered this a lot on top of thinking about what I could learn in the mean time. I so far have concluded that while I may not learn something new overnight, I could use this forced break to set myself up better so that I’d be able to grow more as a person coming out of this. Some of my ideas included drinking less to the point that I’d no longer wake with hangovers, limiting social outings with coworkers to once a week and even closer friends to also once a week so that at most, I’d be out only two nights a week if even that. I just want more nights where I take advantage and catch up on reading more or learning something new and more mornings where I wake up and get at the day. I want to tackle exercise earlier, first thing if possible, as an insurance for the possibilty that I won’t get it done in the afternoon or evening. And if I wanted to do more later I could. But I’m beginning to want to reset my sails so that I can pursue more endeavors and overall just accomplish more.

Somewhere within all of that I remind myself to start with first things first. Things in the mirror. Things that are immediate, so immediate that I may miss them in my attempt to search for personal development around the first corner I peek around. But maybe instead of turning that first corner, I stay put and look at myself, my situation. There are some obvious things. Seeing how much food I’ve been able to eat at home (given the generosity of others that supplied it), I realized how much time I was wasting to drive 15-20 minutes to Convoy to grab a meal by myself. I realize how much money, gas, and time I truly wasted. Looking at how I go through food now educates me on just how much I can live off of if I simply limit my options. I could save so much money if it weren’t for my being a creature of habit. I also realize I can go for runs more without the gym, do push ups at home, use that workout bar.

I’ll sum it up this way- I realize how smart I am and just how efficiently I could live my life if only I allow it. Things like not eating out, not because of the money but because of the time it takes to travel to and fro. Things like pumping gas two stoplights closer because that left turn accomplishes more on your path than going further just to save a few cents. Eating wherever I happen to be. Going for a run or walk and grabbing coffee while doing so even if I was there to check out the bookstore but it was closed. Doing said run or walk with my purchase of coffee instead of just driving for coffee.

And then deep down, there is the stuff that’s unsettled. Ignored. Swept under the rug. Amy and I. We grow more distant each day, showing the relational equivalent of the least-common-denominator of love towards each other. We say the words “I love you so,” almost like a greeting as we come and go. At the core of it all, there is definitely love. But it is between parents, father and mother. It’s that admiration, respect, and familial support that we have for one another. Simply put, I will always love Amy because she is Luther’s mother. I don’t want to speak the same for her but that’s how it is for me.

As husband and wife, however, there’s not a single atom of romance or love. This is a natural, I think. After all, I’ve gotten us both to admit that we married for the kid and not us. There has not yet been a rebuttal to this. There is no unconditional romance between us. One person shows/gives less love, the same happens on the other end until there’s no love at all. I think for a period of time, I tried to believe there was. Or that there was enough. I tried here and there to keep it together romantically but having the kid kind of makes that damn near impossible. And beyond that impossibility, I suppose some could go above and rise to the point of spicing things up and keeping that romance alive. But I couldn’t. Thing is, even when I couldn’t I tried to act as if I could. I pretended, I put on a happy face and went with things. I held her hand. It eventually got to a point where it became a splinter in my mind. It just grew bigger and deeper in me until I couldn’t pretend anymore. I wouldn’t say that opposed to the fake happiness I was becoming passive-aggressive. It’s more like...I was slowly, quietly becoming a more honest version of myself. And I wouldn’t speak it or say anything but you could tell by what I -wasn’t- saying. By the fact that I paid less attention, cared less, thought less of certain events like valentine’s and her birthday.

That last time we had a big fight, I yelled that I wanted a divorce. That we couldn’t fix our issues and they kept resurfacing. And it’s true. This time, I see that I was right. There was a TED-talk I brought up last time, it was a video with a therapist urging couples to ask themselves certain questions to see if they truly wanted to go forward with divorce. One of the things she encouraged was giving it time, six months maybe. And rating every day of those six months on a scale of 1-10 in terms of happiness. If you consistently average a lower number then your initial decision to get divorce is true. If you find yourself in the happier range more consistently then maybe you just had a rough patch. Often I think on our best days together, they land at a 6. 6 sounds like it’s in the positive range but in my mind, it’s somewhere between a D and a C letter grade. I don’t much care or need to go lower than that. Perhaps it means I’m not in the worst of situations and that there are far more negative couples and scenarios out there, however that there is enough evidence to support the fact that we are clearly not happy together.

Gene brought up a funny point. Without prompting, he said that Amy and I reminded him of his parents. That we were so obviously wrong for each other but seemingly stubborn enough to prove people wrong that we just stayed together.

I’ve had so many thoughts regarding being alone, being away from Amy, just simply -not- being married to her. I’ve put them off over and over and over. It seems every time there was a big fight, it came up in conversation. And then I’d cool off. But I never stopped thinking that maybe I was right. I need to not be with her. Then I think of all the reasons that stopped me and it all comes back to Luther, the effect the divorce would have on his life. I think about how it takes a village to raise a kid and the fact that I would be tearing up that village for him. I think about how I’d see him less, how he wouldn’t have a loving father loving his loving mother. They would just be...two separate entities. Would he survive it? Probably. I know people who’s kids are fine after it. But still, nothing breaks my heart more than the thought of him realizing that we aren’t all together anymore, that mommy and daddy aren’t in love and aren’t together. It breaks my heart that I’d seem him less. I love him so much. I really do think that’s why I held out so long.

But better now than...in his teens. Or even around ten. A toddler just needs to grasp the changes of his daily life and adapt to it, he doesn’t need to philosophically or psychologically come to grips with it the way a young adult would. I can’t deny the probability that his development will change because of it but it’s not like we had good odds. We married not out of love but for him. And marriages based on the premise of love even, fail at an alarming percentage. It’s as if Amy and I never had a chance. If we did, it was close to 1%. And we couldn’t make that work. I can’t blame us. I can, however, retroactively look back and say we shouldn’t have gotten married. We should have taken our time with the whole baby-daddy, baby-mama situation. Perhaps a truer, more organic relationship would have grown between Amy and I. Instead, high on our love for our newborn, we tied the knot. With more push from Amy than me. She did things, I remember, that she no longer does. Things to entice me into wanting to marry her. And then they fell by the wayside after marriage.

I want to keep typing but my upper back is really sore and tightening up even more. Until that workshop date, I just need to hang tight. Either stay alone, or stay away.

I don’t want there to be any coming back from this one. This -needs- to be the final straw. Because this time, it’s not out of resentment, it’s not out of hurt or sadness or anger. It’s just been a long time coming, this decision. Deep down, I feel neutral and unemotional about it. I don’t want to hurt, I don’t want to anger. But more than anything, I don’t want to let it go anymore.

This is it.

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va-faen-culo · 8 years ago

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Jonas x Noora pt. 2

((S/o to everyone who gave my first post so much love back in January!! It was literally just a random idea that popped into my head and I was expecting like 2 notes, and I suggest you read that first if you haven’t already!.))

•So a few people have mentioned how it might be kind of weird for Noora to date yet another one of her best friends exes

•But in actuality it wouldn’t be weird at all. In fact Eva is one of their number one supporters. Being close to both of them, she realizes more than anyone that they are perfect for eachother. She’s always going to have some lingering feelings toward Jonas but she has her own boyfriend now and she’s just happy that Noora is over that dickhead William.

•Also I live for Eva being their go to for any problems! “What should I get Noora for her birthday?” “Do you think Jonas’ parents will like me?” “Do you think Noora would get mad if I send a dick pic?” “How do I get Jonas to cut his hair?”

 As for the rest of their friends:

•Jonas and Noora are a force to be reckoned with. When both of them get fired up it gets a little bit scary.

 •Magnus and Vilde are probably the most intimidated. It’s one thing to get called out by one of them, but when both of them get on you it’s terrifying. And let’s be real the two of them can make some pretty ignorant comments.  

•They are THE power couple. Evak is that gross domestic couple that are probably going to adopt like 3 kids and rescue a dog, but Joora are that world domination type.

 •But that doesn’t stop them from constant couple competitions, because Isak and Jonas are typical bros and proud boyfriends and can’t help it. “Nooras article was just featured in the news.” “Even’s painting is going to be in that new art exhibit.” “Guess who got laid last night!” “Guess who got laid last night…twice!”

 •Everyone in the group would refer to them as mom and dad (it started as a joke but let’s be real, they are totally the parentals)

 •Jonas, Noora, Sana and Mahdi. Do I need to explain?

 •They debate a lot, but they rarely fight. But when they do fight it’s like World War IV. Everyone around them feels it. (You know it’s bad when Linn is asking you what crawled up your ass).

 Some more Random HCs:

 •They lowkey have pet names.Jonas calls her “Red” and Noora calls him “Curly” (and sometimes Jonas is a brat and calls her “Palída” and then she calls him “Cabezal” or “Pendejo” because my favorite hispanoblantes are sassy as fuck)

 •They support the hell out of eachother. Jonas sends her articles for her feminist fashion blog, and Noora makes occasional appearances on the new YouTube channel Jonas starts. Even though Noora doesn’t use most the articles (because “Jooooonas complimenting a girl’s ass is NOT empowerment!”) and they usually just end up bickering on his channel (it was actually going to be a couple channel but 3 videos in they realized that was not going to work) {s/o to @shadeandadidas for helping me sort out the blog v. YouTube thing}

 •They are super competitive but it’s always passive aggressive. Noora will casually mention she got a 6 on the essay that she heard Jonas telling Isak he got a 5 on. Jonas then casually mentioning the article he sent her for the blog got more notes than the other ones she had posted over the week.

 •Jonas and Noora trying to be #fitnessgoals, but it’s not exactly working. Neither of them are that great at sports (they tried to play basketball once with Sana and it was a disaster). They tried running for a while, but running sucks so that ends pretty quickly. They try going to the gym, because dammit Evak cannot be in better shape than them and they are running out of options.

 -One day they head off to the gym, but are informed that the space is being used for a yoga class. But it took way too much effort for them to get here and they’ll be damned it they leave now, so they end up taking the class! And that’s how Joora become yogis. They start posting couple poses on IG much to the dismay of Evak (“Faen Even! Why didn’t we think of that??”) Sometimes before class Jonas pops an edible, but Noora doesn’t mind turning a blind eye (and if she tried it once no one has to know).

 •And to answer the question from earlier Jonas’ parents fucking adore Noora

#it has taken me hours to format this #noora x jonas #jonas x noora #Joora #im so happy to see it blowing up #join the joora party #skam #jonas noah vasquez #noora sætre #@julie 👀#sorry i cant write for shit

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shbettereveryday · 8 years ago

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Day 282 and 283

Friday into the weekend. Friday was pretty good. It was sort of uneventful, didn’t have anything we needed to get to early but we did have an AC tech coming by for a warranty repair of a part that was close to failure. Good lesson in doing seasonal check ups. That would have probably led to a failure at a very inopportune time. Durwood the wheel chair guy, who was the guy who fitted me in the hospital, now works for the company that got me my power chair. I was disappointed with that company but have given them another shot with Durwood there and he has been very responsive to my needs. He has gotten me a Dr appointment to at least have a shot at getting a manual chair covered through insurance. We will see on that. Today Saturday has been Paraquad gym (PQ) again and then we picked up a movie which is interrupted by a nap. That is our life now, life surrounded by naps. Anyway at PQ I am constantly amazed and humbled at the people I meet and their stories. They set me up on the motomed bike next to a women I had seen before. She isn’t an SCI that I knew. I introduced myself and struck up a conversation. It was a little difficult since she has trouble talking but she has MS. I asked her how long she had been going there she said 13 years and the very beginning of health and wellness center. I should warn you before I go too deep that this is a sad story and relative commentary on the health care system of 2 states and how it related to disability. It is also of love and devotion. When I asked if her husband dropped her off after hearing her mention him, she said no, and after a while I started to pick up, mind you it was hard to hear since she was very soft spoken and it seemed difficult to talk, that her husband had passed. She said that she has MS as did her Husband and she started to relay the story about them. They met at their doctors office, both being in very early stages of MS. She said after they got married, his type of MS was aggressive and hers was passive. I don’t know enough about the disease to know what that would mean but what it meant is that in a short amount of time he was in need of a trach, then a ventilator and a trach. She then was put into the role of caretaker. When it became clear that he would need long term care with a trach and a ventilator, they learned that Missouri insurance regulations wouldn’t cover long term care for that even though it was known that he would need those to survive. They did find that the state of Illinois insurance regulation did allow coverage in that condition so they moved to Illinois. As they lived there his condition worsened to the point where he had to be moved to a care facility as it was too much for her. At some point during that care, from what I could gather from her, that in the process of moving him the trach came out and before it was noticed and fixed there was a signifigant loss of oxygen that there was brain damage to the point he couldn’t remember her name or that of his families and there was obvious pain. They had already discussed end of life issues, which is something we all should do but especially as disabled people we should. We were kind of guided in that direction in the hospital and we had these discussions because end of life seems like a much more real possibility sooner than later. Anyway based on their discussions and what he had expressed she made the decision to have the ventilator removed and he passed away in October of 2015. I was listening, trying to fight back the tears, and for her it was an obviously emotional story to tell and I was humbled that she wanted to tell it to me. At the end I asked about the regulation that ended up having them move. She stated mater of factly, and this might upset some people, that Missouri being a Republican state, they don’t care about disabled people. That may be a generalization but look at some of the laws and cuts being proposed on the state level that will have signifigant impacts on the disabled communtiy, ad well ad the laws being considered on the federal level that would severely impact the disabled communities, and make your own judgments on that. On that note she had to leave quickly, her Call A Ride transportation was there. As she was leaving I said nice meeting you calling her by her name and she said nice meeting you Mike? Michael? I said Steve and she said, I can remember that. She said since being in college she dated a Shawn then a Steve and her husband’s name was Stu. I said you like the S names; we laughed. The only thing other that we discussed as a side note in her former life she was a videographer/editor for a company called Media Pulse that did work for corporate clients that she says isn’t around anymore and that she wants to get back to photography again but can’t hold the cameras. She just used her phone which I said is better quality than what she used back before when she was working. As I said it was a sad story and commentary on how state regulations with insurance affect those in real need and stories like them should guide policy makers into better, more informed decisions because the other thing I have learned that is this can be you, or any one of us, at anytime. Disability is something we will all have to deal with at some point in our lives. The people I meet at PQ will all have sad stories, that is guaranteed but we will all have one more thing in common just by being there, we are all trying to be bettereveryday.

#bettereveryday #spinalcordinjury

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mvssmallow · 8 years ago

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Cloudy With A Chance

Part 7: …of Video Games.

Masterlist

It is an uncharacteristically sunny day when June finally locks up the tattoo shop and drives home. An almost freakish day of sunshine and friendly warmth amidst autumn’s usually bleak assault.

He’s trying to find the right key to his front door when he hears the distant sounds of computer generated explosions coming from within. He rolls his eyes and starts bracing himself for whatever sad cliche awaits.

It’s dark inside, the curtains partially closed to block the setting evening sun. The TV flashes bright every time something explodes or the hero decides to venture outdoors.

Jiwon is on the couch in the living room, surrounded by two cans of coke and an empty box of pizza, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and barely noticing that another person just entered the room.

June clears his throat.

Jiwon’s eyes flick up to meet his for a split second before returning to the TV screen. “Hey.”

He sits down on the other end of the couch and watches Solid Snake stalk around an underground bunker in search of clues and villains. “So. Get up to much today?”

Jiwon hmms in response. “Gym. Pizza. Metal Gear Solid.”

June echoes his hmmm. “The further you go, the more pathetic it gets.”

“It’s Saturday. Leave me alone.”

June laughs. “Okay, that’d be fine if you weren’t in my house. Explain to me why you’re here again?”

Jiwon shrugs without looking at him. “Got bored at home.”

June looks at him suspiciously. Jiwon is good at hiding his feelings but every now and then he gets careless and that’s when June takes the opportunity.

“So you’d rather get bored in my home?”

A nod. Followed by gun fire and a knife fight that’s punctuated with a half-hearted, “dammit”.

“The spare key I gave you is for emergencies.”

“This is an emergency. Solid Snake was at your house. You never gave it back to me and I really wanted to play it today.” Jiwon states calmly, as if it made perfect sense and explained everything.

“Okay,” June starts, standing up and walking towards the TV. “You’re done here. Pause it or I’m turning it off.”

Jiwon looks up at him in alarm, his face the most animated it has been in the past week. “What?! I’m in the middle of this m-”

June uses his big toe to turn off the Playstation console. “Oh, too slow. What a shame.” He says in mock sympathy.

Jiwon throws down the controller angrily, nostrils flaring and pouty mouth pouting even more than usual. It makes June want to laugh at how easy he can get riled up when he’s in a bad mood. Granted, it’s pretty rare, but it gives June some comfort knowing Jiwon’s still human after all.

“What the hell is your problem?!”

June lets out an incredulous laugh. “My problem? Son, you need to start telling me what your problem is.”

Jiwon sinks back down into the couch and stuffs both hands in the front pockets of his hoody. “I don’t have a problem.”

“How dumb do you think I am? Seriously. How dumb? On a scale from Donald Duck to Donald Trump?”

The corners of Jiwon’s mouth curls up in a slight smile that he’s clearly trying to suppress. “Donald Duck isn’t dumb.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure he graduated from Trump University with top honours.” June says as he sits back down on the couch. “You wanna tell me what’s going on? Or should I guess?”

Jiwon remains silent.

“Okay. Just so you know, I was going to make that spicy chicken thing you like for dinner so the sooner you tell me, the closer you are to chicken. What’s it gonna be kiddo?”

Jiwon leans back to stare at the ceiling and sighs. “We had a fight.”

June’s a little surprised if he’s honest, given how non-confrontational he knows Jiwon usually is.

“Who’s ‘we’? You and Donald Duck, Donald Trump or-”

Jiwon shoots him a sharp glare. June holds up his hands.

“Ahh, too soon for humour then. Got it.”

Jiwon moves from the couch but June grabs his sleeve to pull him back down. “Okay okay, I’m sorry about that. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. It’ll make you feel better.”

Jiwon rubs his eyes tiredly before speaking in a low mumble. “It’s so stupid. He thinks I’m dating some girl. It’s like he doesn’t even trust me.”

“Oh shit, that rumour back again?”

Jiwon nods miserably and June reaches over to pat him softly on the back. “Did you tell him that those were just obligatory Church Dates that your parents insisted on?”

The irritated grunt Jiwon lets out is enough of an answer.

“Why didn’t you tell him the truth? It’d solve all your problems wouldn’t it?”

“We didn’t have a fight because of the rumour. I mean, we did but that’s not the point! It’s the principle.”

Suddenly June feels like he’s back in high school again. Having one of those He-Said-She-Said kind of arguments that go around like a passive-aggressive game of chinese whispers.

Well, He-Said-He-Said would be more accurate.

“So hang on, let me get this straight. He heard a rumour about you dating a girl, which you technically were, and then you guys had a fight about it?”

Jiwon nods.

“Okay,” June tries to process the bones of the story but it sounds ridiculous from every angle. “Why are you mad again?”

“Because he doesn’t trust me! What’s the point of all this if he’s never going to trust me?”

“Right, right. And why do you think he’s mad then?”

Jiwon lets out an exasperated noise. “I don’t know!”

“Jiwon….”

After a long drawn out pause, Jiwon mumbles, “I think he was having some kind of panic attack in the car. And I think I made it worse by pushing at him.”

Just when June thought it couldn’t possibly get any more ridiculous. “You’re kidding right? Please tell me you’re kidding. Or I will have to disown you.”

“Well!” Jiwon starts defensively by then trails off, not knowing what else to say.

“Well what? You knew he was freaking out and you made it worse? I mean, I know he’s a big boy now and you’re both adults but shit, what the hell is wrong with you? Even Iknow he’s kinda sensitive about that sort of thing.”

“Well I guess I’m a big fucking idiot then!” Jiwon says in huff.

“Yes. Yes you are.” June nods. “Fragile egos and unbelievable stupidity aside, are you guys still dating or did you break up over this?”

Jiwon stares at the carpet. “Ummm, we weren’t exactly dating before it…..I mean, we were in my head. But I don’t know if it’s the same in his head.”

June is dumbfounded. “Woah, wait wait wait. You had a fight about cheating but you’re not even together? What the hell? Is that even possible?” He chuckles at the sheer lunancy.

“I thought he knew! You all assumed it, I thought he would too!”

“Oh. My. God.” June throws his hands in the air. “Did you says the actual words? Did you ever ask him out properly?”

“Umm….not exactly.”

June gives him a disappointed look. “I am definitely disowning you. I did not raise you to be this cowardly loser.”

“I honestly thought he knew! What did he think I was doing with him? Why else would I take him out every week? ”

“Oh, I don’t know dumbass, because that’s what regular friends also do? I can’t believe this. How’d you get so stupid?”

“There’s no way he could possibly think we’re still only friends. It’s so obvious. He must know by now. Right?”

June stares at him, speechless.

“Right?!” Jiwon exclaims, having the decency to look somewhat sheepish afterwards when June just shakes his head at him.

“I don’t know what happened to you but this idiocy has to stop right now.” He points his index finger at Jiwon’s chest. “You go fix this shit. I can’t even look at you.”

He stands up and paces around the room to stretch his legs. “You know what? No matter how good your intentions are and how many times people pull that“actions speak louder than words” bullshit, you still need to say the actual words sometimes.”

“I know.” Jiwon says quietly. “I’m trying to fix it.”

June bends down to turn the Playstation back on. “Good. I’m gonna start dinner if you want to stay. Yoyo’s busy getting the art show together so it’ll probably just be you and me.”

Jiwon nods and looks so oddly small and pathetic that June can’t help but walk over to ruffle his hair. “It’ll be okay. We can help. Just use your words.”

There’s a small smile on Jiwon’s face when he looks up. “Thanks June.”

“Use your good words though. The ones we taught you. Not your dumb Jiwon-Words, those won’t work.”

There’s a painful punch against his leg that makes him cackle all the way to the kitchen.

#Cloudy With A Chance #I quite like this chapter actually #i love June #text #double B #hanbin #bobby

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Miitopia 10

* More snuggles

* What’s sweet is that he would 100% do this, even though he isn’t particularly close to Harland. He always puts others safety above his own.

* Diana attacked after a monster killed Harland

* Isabelle and Bentley are riding together

* Very reassuring Paxton (also jfc Justin)

Of course you did

After Justin asked this, Paxton said nothing and walked away.

* Well FUCK

* Justin got scared by the dragon so his brother pimp slapped him

* Paxton put Justin to sleep so he’d heal. He did and then was immediately woken back up. I think Paxton hacked the system.

* We met Dominic the dragon! :D

* Time for an existensial crisis.

* Bentley and Isabelle saw EVERYTHING at a museum

* Justin got insta killed by a reaper and Bentley got so mad that he almost single handedly killed three reapers alone. He killed an RED REAPER ALONE

* it happened again and this time Paige and Bentley got upset, Paige crying and Bentley angry

* This is probably a gift to thank Bentley for fighting for him... or very passive aggressive

* Isabelle and Paige went to look at the stars together

* Keith that isn’t very nice of you :(

* It’s nearly time for the final fight!! Exciting stuff! :D

* Flowey, I get you are trying to be intimidating, but it feels like you are hitting on a group of children

* she’s pretty even with a floating demon body

* he looks so done

* Flowey killed Isabelle and angered Paxton. Both of the twos faces got stolen but Justin has quite literally a nuke in his laser

* Justin finally got his face stolen :D I shouldn’t be happy about this buuut I am. They, Bentley and him are free now.

* Yet again with the backhanded compliment

* OH SNAP SPAGHETTIOS I FORGOT ABOUT THE DARKER LORD. FRISK SAVED JUSTIN :O

* FRISK IS NOW GENOCIDE FRISK

* Dominic is precious

* Of course Paxton is the one barely hanging on. Of COURSE.

* casually having a conversation while Paxton dangles precariously off the tail of a dragon

* Justin is acting like he’s never seen snow in person before... I mean I can’t say it isn’t accurate though

* I love how to do our post game mission and save Frisk, we have to do unrelated tasks

* Bentley and Isabelle got into an argument and she is huffy now. Don’t remember why honestly XD

* Justin drowning in his own guilt and having to be pulled out of it by his friends is actually very accurate, ngl. He’s the only kid that would apologize for being helped

* Keith found a potion and drank it, it was safe luckily

* Diana has a knack for falling into holes.

* Paige is the first child to fall sick!

* Harland and Isabelle are riding together. Shes in the front of course.

* Isabelle is sick now too

* Justin got frozen and was about to be attacked but Isaac took the damage. Paige started crying and is struggling to focus, so I revived him and gave both of hype juice.

* Isabelle and Felix are riding together now, Isabelle of course on the front (again)

* A little bugger took Isabelle down in one hit, and then Paxton blew everything up. I can’t feel like that was a targeted attack.

* Justin told Isaac that he’s stubborn but is really a little softie and he went full denial.

* Felix gave Isabelle a music box and Paxton is now jelly

* moming intensifies. (But seriously, I have over 100 bananas)

* She’s five so I’ll let it slide

* Harland got killed by the blue water snurp. Diana got angry and attacked it. I revived him. He died again. Felix started crying and Diana and Justin got angry. Now everyone is upset.

* Isaac is in shock that someone would risk their own safety for his gremlin ass

* Diana and Felix are low-key fighting for Harlands attention

* Felix got killed and Harland started crying, so that he can be a good asset I gave him hyper juice. It negates his crying

* Now Isabelle is the one talking nonstop while Diana desperately needs to pee. Oh how the turn tables.

* The boss monster kept trying to murder Felix and all his turns were spent eating bananas. He ended up getting the last hit, so whose laughing now?

* Diana hid behind Justin again and this time it caused a grudge between them.

* Paxton: humming

Keith: A likely story.

* Paxton was nervous so Bentley cheered him on

* Bentley: Can I ask you a question about mages?

Paxton: Yes?

Bentley: Can you really fly on brooms?

Paxton: Do I have to explain physics to you again?

* KEITH SWEETY YOU PRECIOUS DARLING

* Justin has beef with Diana and Harland and these shitlets got into an argument

* they got over his beef with Harland

* Paxton got eaten by a burger and popped out to say “prepare for indigestion” and that is a serious threat coming from Paxton

* Isaac and Diana had an adorable little moment watching a shooting star. When they asked each others wishes, they both said they wished to get closer to each other and eeifohefe thats so corny but I love it.

* Paxton was about to die so Isabelle took the hit, and Paxton and Justin got angry when she died. Paxton one hit the monster. Then Bentley and Paxton died and Justin got even more angry and killed the other monster in one hit. I was gonna revive some more part members to help him, but aight go off.

* Diana and Keith made some food together

* Well... at least it’s not two five year olds chasing Justin on a horse.

* Keith fed Justin spicey food, made him angry, and then Paige used magic to get them over it.

* Okay Keith actually has an excuse not to know what a saddle, reins, etc are because he’s five. Cut him some slack Felix.

* Felix protected Harland and they got closer because of it

* Isabelle and Bentley are riding together now

* Harland, Isabelle and Paxton are wearing matching vestments

* Diana has the same outfit too. I’m making a collection

* They found the mouth jewel, and now are heading to powered peaks. The team got split up, of course lmao. Justin is with Paxton, Keith, Felix and Isaac.

* You are both freaks

* Paige is with Harland, Bentley, Isabelle and Diana.

* Jfc

* They met back up

* Keith got killed by the ice queen and the entire group teamed up to beat some ass. Keith got the final blow :D

* Now that everyone has some relationship with each other, I’m giving the tickets to people who I think would want to go there. Such as giving the gym ticket to the orange souls.

* I haven’t sent Harland and Paxton to the library together SURPRISINGLY. How the fuck didn’t that happen

* AHHHHHHH THE TWO OF THEM ARE RIDING TOGETHER THAT’S SO GRUHGNIURBGIUR

* Everyone suddenly vanished into the darkness and gave Paxton a heart attack to celebrate his birthday. It isn’t his birthday yet irl, which makes this even funnier.

* Keith gave Paige a poem, which is very new

* Diana tried to use the charm thing to get Paxton excited but he refused and she’s a bit annoyed now. Diana, you should’ve expected that. He’s with Isabelle, stay in your lane.

* Diana sang and Isaac said it sounded like the squeaky sound a mole makes

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